2 comments/ 24172 views/ 9 favorites Becoming Anne Ch. 01 By: noebode Michelle stood on the doorstep, waving as John's car reversed down the driveway and then headed off down the road. She kept watching as her husband drove away, the car getting smaller until it turned the corner onto the main road and was gone. She checked her watch, saw it was not quite ten o'clock, giving her plenty of time to get herself ready before Katrin's plane landed. She stepped back inside and closed the door behind her, taking a moment to look around and check everything was neat and tidy downstairs before heading up to get ready. Once there, she took off the old and now rather baggy jeans and sweater she had been wearing and put them away along with the plain underwear she'd been wearing. She showered, then took the time to shave her armpits and wax her legs, just as Katrin had told her to, leaving her full bush untouched. She paused for a moment, examining herself in the mirror, still getting used to the slim body she'd earned over the last six months of regular gym visits, the folds of fat she'd been developing burned away. Before she'd started working out, people had regularly thought she was the wrong side of forty, but now she felt she was looking younger than her actual age of thirty-four. That was something else she had to thank Katrin for, along with the package of clothing waiting for her in the closet and everything else that had changed about her since they'd first encountered each other. Michelle had gone to the chatrooms to explore her fantasies of being with another woman, rekindling those moments of experimentation from her youth, something to make her feel good on those nights when John had gone to bed without her again. She hadn't expected to get the attention of a twenty-one year old like Katrin, still less when they'd exchange pictures and posed for each other on webcams to prove they were real. Too late, she'd realised that was what had made her so susceptible to Katrin's plans, so desperate to see more of her that she'd agreed to whatever she wanted. Katrin had taken that advantage and pressed it hard, breaking down all of her defences, her words and her voice teasing and pleasing Michelle again and again until she surrendered herself totally to her young lover. Under Katrin's tutelage, she'd remodelled her body, her style and her attitudes. Even her name had gone. Katrin had decided she didn't like the name Michelle, and had insisted on calling her Anne, her middle name instead. She hadn't protested it and instead made becoming the Anne that Katrin wanted her to be her priority. Anne was slim and supple, eager to wear clothes that were tight and revealing but what Anne wanted most of all was to give herself to Katrin. The clothes Katrin had sent her, along with a note saying they were for their first meeting, fitted perfectly. The dark blue skinny jeans, gripped her legs and showed off her firm rear, the lace trim of the bikini panties just visible above them. The matching bra lifted and displayed her c-cup breasts, while the scoop-neck sleeveless top framed them perfectly. Michelle would never have displayed herself like that, but Anne loved it, rich red lips smiling as she stepped into the four-inch heels and checked herself in the mirror. She checked her hair, brushing the light brown strands back from her face, then headed out, ready to meet her lover. Her heart was just about ready to explode when she saw Katrin emerge into the arrivals hall. She'd been waiting for this moment for two months, ever since she told Katrin about how John was going away for a week on one of his 'conferences'. Before Katrin, she'd been frustrated when John had gone away, feeling herself less attractive than a set of golf clubs, but now she didn't care about what he did, only the fact that it gave her the chance to meet her lover in the flesh. Almost as soon as Anne had told her the news, Katrin had booked her flight from Germany and she knew there was no turning back at that point. Anne stood at the end of the walkway watching Katrin approach her, butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her heart beating hard. She'd seen pictures of her, watched her on webcam so many times over the past few months, but now she was there in the flesh she only wanted her more. Her dark blonde hair was long and straight, flowing out behind her in the breeze as she walked, deep blue eyes staring directly at her, just the flicker of a smile playing on her blood red lips. She wore a long black coat over a short black dress, hiding some of her slim frame, her long legs clad in black tights that disappeared into thick black boots. She strode purposefully towards Anne until she was standing right in front of her. "Kiss me." Were her first words, and whatever remained of Michelle's reticence disappeared. She leant into Katrin's arms, feeling her hands rest on her hips, sliding under the thin material of her top, then their lips were pressing together and she was tasting the sweetness of Katrin, feeling her own lips part as Katrin's tongue pressed between them. Anne eagerly accepted it, letting it probe and explore her mouth, closing her eyes and forgetting where they were, wanting nothing more than to give herself totally. "Good." Katrin said, leaning back from the kiss and licking her lips. Her hands slid down, caressing Anne's rear through the tight jeans. "You look very hot. Well done." "Thank you." Anne stammered. "You look amazing." "I know." Katrin said. "I can see how much you want me. I bet you're already wet." Anne nodded, blushing. The tight jeans had stimulated her, and seeing Katrin had added more to that. "If I told you to, you'd kneel and eat me here and now, wouldn't you?" Katrin said with a grin. "But we're not going to start this week by getting arrested. Take me home." Anne took Katrin's bags from her and led her to the car, wondering already if she'd be able to make it home without embarrassing herself. Katrin didn't touch her for the entire journey back, and Anne knew better than to try and do something herself. Instead, she tried to concentrate on the road and ignore the heat between her legs, though that only grew as Katrin talked to her, her every word dripping with the promise of what is to come. "It was such fun going to the toy store at the weekend, picking up everything I need for you. I was almost going to show them to you the other night, but I think it'll be much better for you to wait and see them when they're going to be used. "There was a very hot stewardess on my flight. She reminded me of you, probably around the same age, wedding ring on her finger, but very happy to flirt with me. I could have had her on the plane if I wanted, got my fingers completely covered in her scent then made you suck them dry when I got here. You'd have done it too, wouldn't you?" "Yes." Anne whispered, gripping the steering wheel tight as she listened to Katrin laugh. "You're such a slut, Anne. You're lucky I found you and gave you some direction. I'm so going to enjoy this week with you." Her footsteps up the driveway were slow and careful, the heat in her groin now thick and heavy, her eyes focused on the woman in front of her, desperate to please her. Katrin had taken her keys from her and opened the door, ushering Anne into her own house like a visitor. "Leave the bags there, we'll deal with them later. Remember how I want you." "Yes." Anne said. She closed the door, put the bags to one side, then walked over to where Katrin stood at the end of the hallway, lowering herself to her knees, head bowed, feeling the tight material of her jeans press even harder between her legs. "Good." Katrin said. "You know your place. You're mine, aren't you Anne?" "Yes. Yes Miss." Anne said, feeling only warmth flow through her as she said that, no fear at all. "And for the next week, you'll do whatever I say, let me use you however I want and give you all those pleasures you've been craving for so long." "Yes Miss." "If you disobey or fail to please me, you'll be punished however I see fit." She shivered. "Yes Miss." "Look up at me. Tell me what you are." Anne looked up, saw Katrin's face staring down at her, calm and impassive. "I'm yours, totally and completely, Miss." "Good." She reached into her pocket, drew out a long piece of black satin ribbon. Anne kept still as she leant down and wrapped it around her neck, tying it off in a bow. It felt snug and warm against her skin. "Wearing that shows you're mine. Now, come with me and prove it." Katrin turned and headed into the living room, and Anne followed on her hands and knees. She watched as Katrin shed her coat, dropping it to the floor, then took a seat in an armchair, spreading her legs and beckoning Anne to her with a finger. Anne shuffled along the floor, feeling the warmth of the carpet against her hands and knees, but her focus was solely on the space between Katrin's legs, watching as she lifted the short dress up, her hands then sliding her tights and underwear down over smooth slim thighs. Katrin had teased her with glimpses of her sex over the camera before, but now it was displayed fully to her, Anne knew she wanted to taste it more than anything she'd ever encountered before. The lips were small and tight, just glistening slightly with moisture beneath a neatly trimmed short bush. As she kissed up Katrin's bare thigh, she caught the first few scents of it, a rich and musky smell that lured her in. "That's it, my girl. Pleasure me." Katrin murmured, her hands reaching out to stroke through Anne's hair and then pull her in. She didn't resist – couldn't resist – as her lips were pressed to Katrin's sex, her tongue instinctively slipping inside the soft folds, slowly lapping. She brought her hands up to stroke the undersides of Katrin's thighs as her tongue began to move more, eager to please the younger woman, to show how worthy she was of this position between her legs. Anne revelled in the taste and feel of her, tongue alternating between the wet lips and the rapidly swelling bud of her clit, hearing Katrin's sighs become purrs and then moans of pleasure, all the time her hands gripping Anne tightly, urging her on until she finally cried out, her body jerking as her climax rushed through, rewarding Anne with more of her delicious taste and scent. Anne was reluctant as she was pushed away from her lover's sex, wanting to stay there until she could do no more, but Katrin's grip was firm and strong, putting her back into a straight-backed kneeling position, smiling at her as she redressed herself. "Not bad, my girl." She said, leaning back in the chair as she straightened her dress. "You have a very good tongue. "Now it's time to see what the rest of you laugh." Katrin smiled at her, her eyes looking over Anne's body as though she was a predator assessing her next meal. She shivered as Katrin said it, but the heat between her legs only grew. Becoming Anne Ch. 02 Anne knelt on the floor of the bedroom, listening to Katrin's footsteps echo around the house. She'd told Anne to take her bags upstairs but not open them, then to kneel and wait for her. She could hear Katrin moving about the house, examining all the parts of the life Michelle and John had, a life that now seemed so distant and separate from the experience she was undergoing now. Even though this was where she had dressed and prepared herself that morning and the study with the computer where she'd given herself to Katrin was next door, it felt like she was in a stranger's house, not her own. Katrin's energy filled it now, and she was subservient to that, desperate to please her however she wished. The big black suitcase and leather bag sat in a corner of the room, and she couldn't help but look at them, wondering what they contained. She remembered Katrin's words in the car about buying new toys for her, remembered the discussions they'd had online, her eyes widening as Katrin had showed her some of the devices and implements she favoured, her sex getting wetter as she imagined them being used on her. She didn't move from her position, her back straight and her hands resting in her lap as she heard the heavy footsteps begin to ascend the stairs and then walk around the landing, opening the doors to the other rooms and looking inside. Finally, the steps came closer and she heard the bedroom door swing open as Katrin walked in and stood in front of her. "What a very dull house Michelle has." Katrin said. "Very respectable. I bet this is the only room she's fucked her husband in, isn't it?" "Yes Miss." Anne replied. "Only here." "That will change. Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you in every room of the house, and if the weather's nice, maybe even in the garden as well. You'll enjoy that, won't you?" A panicked little piece of Michelle rose in her then, fearing what might happen if someone saw her in the garden, but Anne's lust for the beautiful woman standing in front of her quelled it. "Yes Miss, I will." She said. "Of course you will. Now stand for me." Anne pushed herself up onto her feet, standing straight, hands at her side and head bowed. "Look at me." She raised her head, looking deep into those rich blue eyes. Katrin moved closer to her, her hands reaching to Anne's hips, pulling up the soft material of the top. Instinctively, she raised her arms up to help her remove it, then toss it to one side. She smiled, slowly walking around Anne until she stood behind her. "I remember when you first showed me your body. It looked so tired and flabby, but I knew you could be so much more. You showed such dedication in making yourself like this for me, all those hours in the gym and all that dieting. Did you enjoy doing it for me?" "Yes Miss, I did. It was hard sometimes, but thinking of you helped me so much." She felt Katrin's finger touch at the base of her spine, slowly trailing up her back. "I'm glad. It was not just about making you look good, it was to make sure that you would be able to fully appreciate everything I will do to you this week." The finger reached the thin bra strap and Anne felt it pinch, then the bra came loose, Katrin's deft hands quickly slipping it off her shoulders and along her arms, dropping it to the floor beside the top. Katrin stepped in close behind her, her hands reaching around to stroke and massage Anne's breasts. "Your body belongs to me, doesn't it Anne?" "Yes Miss, it does." Her fingers and thumbs pinched Anne's nipples, twisting them one way and then the other. Anne let out a gasp of combined shock and arousal, feeling them swell, sharp darts of pleasure shooting through her body as they grew. She stood there, letting Katrin's hands explore and feel her. "You're very wet now, aren't you. Undo your jeans, touch yourself and tell me how it feels." Fumbling and shaking, she unbuttoned the tight jeans, sliding the zip down, feeling the coolness of the air as it breezed over her. She slid her hand down through her thick bush and into the tiny panties she wore, finding her lips slick to the touch, the thin material of her underwear soaked with her arousal. "Very wet, Miss. Feels good to touch it." Katrin's fingers were teasing her nipples again, flicking them with her fingertips. "Taste yourself." Anne raised the two fingers from her groin to her lips, wrapping her tongue round them as she sucked them into her mouth, her taste mixing with the lingering remnants of Katrin's. "Does it taste as good as I did?" "No, Miss." It reminded her of Katrin, but only as a poor substitute, triggering the memories of the gorgeously rich juices her tongue had coaxed from the other woman downstairs. "Good." Katrin said, squeezing her breasts. "My pussy is the one you crave to taste, the one you'll do anything for." "Yes it is, Miss. I want to taste you and please you." There was a chuckle from behind her. "You will, you will. Pleasing me will be your reward for doing as you're told. Now, get naked and onto the bed for me." Katrin released her grip and stepped back, watching as Anne stepped out of her heels and began peeling down the tight jeans. As she undressed, Katrin walked around her, watching as the jeans and the panties came off, leaving her wearing nothing but the collar wrapped around her neck. "Good girl, you kept your bush like I told you to. Now sit up at the top of the bed, legs apart and arms out while I get what I need." Anne climbed onto the bed, sitting as she had been commanded, feeling no shame in displaying her aroused sex, her lips puffy and glistening, her nipples hard from Katrin's attention. Katrin leant over her bag, sorting through it and pulling out a number of things, placing them on the floor by the bed where Anne couldn't see them. "First, we make sure you can't move." Katrin said, picking up two leather wrist cuffs, each with long, thin leather straps hanging from them. Anne didn't resist as each one was clamped firmly around her wrists and then tied to the metal frame of the bed with the leather, leaving her with her arms splayed out on either side, her body helpless and on display. She felt no fear as Katrin stood at the foot of the bed watching her, her eyes coldly assessing Anne's naked body. "No gag this time." Katrin said, bending down again. "I want to hear how it feels for you." Anne saw two small metal devices in Katrin's hands, and realised what they were as she knelt on the bed next to her, reaching to her nipples, fixing the two clamps onto the engorged flesh. Anne winced as she felt them digging into her, gripping the sensitive flesh, but then the pain was followed by a rush of warm pleasure, the two sensations mingling within her. "You like those?" Katrin asked. "Yes Miss." "They're very light ones, but there's no need to rush when you're so new to all this. You remember what I taught you, right back when we first met." "Yes Miss. There can be no true pleasure without pain." "Good. When you first repeated that to me, I knew you would be mine eventually. You accepted everything I told you, followed all my commands and became someone entirely new. A new body, a new name, a new life, all thanks to me." "Yes, Miss, I owe it all to you." "Of course you do. And this week you will learn so much from me, it may be hard for you to repay the debt. But that is a thought for later. For now, we shall continue exploring you. You are already very aroused, so it will be hard for you, but I want you to resist your climax for as long as possible. Hold it in, hold it back, train your body to take even more pleasure. You understand?" "Yes Miss, I do." Anne said. They'd done this online, Katrin telling her when she could or could not climax, but it had been easier to control when it had just been her hands touching her and she could control it more. Now, she was helpless and so aroused she felt that just a single touch from Katrin could be enough to send her over the edge. She concentrated on her breathing, keeping it steady and rhythmic as she watched Katrin pick up a couple of things from the floor. She said nothing as she moved around the bed until she was standing by Anne's feet. Katrin held her hands up to show Anne what was in them. One held a long and slim vibrator, shiny and pink, the other a small silver bullet vibrator, the light glinting off it as those dark red lips kissed it. She climbed up onto the bed, her dress riding up a little and showing off more of her slender black-clad thighs. She put the toys down between Anne's outstretched legs and gently caressed her hands along her thighs, pushing them a little further apart, smiling as Anne's eager sex was exposed more to her, then picked up the pink vibrator. Anne felt it slide into her, feeling it eagerly accepted by her wet sex, feeling the mass of it inside her, then moaning as Katrin turned it on at the lowest setting. The soft vibrations reverberated through her body, adding to the flood of sensations going through her. She heard another noise, a lighter buzzing and saw that Katrin had turned on the bullet vibrator. Her moans became louder as she began to gently run the tip of it over her mound, drawing little paths and curves through her bush. Her breathing was becoming more ragged now, the two movements mixing and merging together, adding to what she was feeling from the clamps digging in to her nipples. She leant her head back, closing her eyes as she tried to control herself, the siren call of pleasure strong in her mind. Katrin had told her to resist and hold back, and Anne wanted to please her as much as she could. Since she'd seen Katrin at the airport that morning, all she'd felt was an overwhelming lust and desire for her as she realised that everything she'd thought was merely a dream or a fantasy was on the verge of coming true. She felt the vibrator move in her, Katrin's free hand gently pushing it in and out of her as the bullet traced a slow downward spiral. Anne could sense her clitoris growing with the sensation, showing itself to Katrin and she moaned louder, her arms pulling at the cuffs and straps as her body reacted to the pleasure. Forcing herself to breathe hard, she kept control for a moment, but then she felt a different movement from Katrin and instantly felt what she had done. The vibrator had been turned up, the light trembling inside her now a hard and heavy movement, just as the bullet was pressed harder against her clit. She could hold herself no more, her moans becoming howls and cries, body twisting and thrashing in her bonds as Katrin drew a wave of climaxes from her. She didn't stop as Anne came, instead she intensified what she was doing, making each of the devices go harder and faster, until Anne could feel nothing but joy and pleasure, crying out Katrin's name again and again. Slowly, she came back to herself, regaining control of her body and feeling the after-effects of her pleasure. Her muscles felt tired and loose, and she was aware that she was covered in a sheen of sweat, the light breeze in the room causing chills as it evaporated. She could feel it especially between her legs and knew her mound and her thighs were soaked from what Katrin had done. She had slid the vibrator out of her and taken the bullet away while she was in the throes of her orgasms, and Anne could remember the feeling of them going, but that had only mildly subdued the waves of pleasure that had swept through her, which had continued for what seemed an eternity after. Anne lifted her head gingerly, feeling her arms still bound to the bed, the collar still wrapped around her neck and the clamps digging into her nipples. Katrin had moved to sit at the lower corner of the bed, her face impassive as she looked over Anne's body. "You will need to control yourself better in future." She said. "I'd merely begun to use you before you lost yourself." "I'm sorry, Miss, I tried to." Anne said, scrabbling for the right words to say. She felt hurt that she'd not pleased Katrin, even while her body still rejoiced in the afterglow of the pleasure she'd given Anne. "I just couldn't stop myself." "You will improve, and I know how aroused you have been today. This is all a new experience for you and I'm sure you've never come like that before, have you?" Anne paused before replying, but she could think of nothing that had ever made her body feel like Katrin did. "No Miss, I haven't." Even the little part deep within her that was still Michelle was quiet, knowing that even the heady early days of her relationship with John hadn't ever felt like that. "Good, because that was the start of what you'll experience with me." She stood and walked to the top of the bed, quickly untying the straps, letting Anne's arms fall to the bed. She undid the cuffs, then reached over and took off the nipple clamps, making Anne shiver as they slid off. "Now I want you to go clean yourself and then wait for me in the bathroom. Understand?" "Yes Miss." Anne slowly lifted herself off the bed and walked through to the bathroom on shaking legs. Becoming Anne Ch. 03 Anne carefully retied the collar around her neck as she knelt on the floor of the bathroom. She'd cleansed herself thoroughly in the shower, washing off all traces of the scents that had clung to her body after the pleasure Katrin had given her. Her body was returning to something approaching normality too. She could still feel the stress in her muscles where she'd stretched and strained against the bonds in her pleasure and her sex still harboured a memory of how it had quivered and convulsed, but she could also feel her heart beating normally, her breath calm and shallow. Katrin had closed the door to the bathroom after Anne had entered it, but she could still hear the sound of her heavy boots walking around the house. For a moment, she wondered what might happen if any of the neighbours saw her there, what they might think about the beautiful young woman walking around, but then she dismissed it. That was the sort of concern Michelle might have, and Anne's sole concern was to please Katrin, not question her. After she had knelt there for a while, the door opened. With her head bowed, Anne didn't see Katrin come in until she saw the boots standing in front of her. "Stand up." Came the command, and she followed it, standing still with her arms at her side as Katrin looked her over, fingers glancing over her skin as she examined her possession. She saw that Katrin was holding a small black leather bag in one hand and tried not to imagine what it might hold. "Good. You are clean again. Sit down in the chair, legs apart and hands on the arms." Anne walked to the sole chair in the bathroom and did as commanded, watching as Katrin placed the leather bag on the small table beside it, then walked to the sink, filling it with steaming hot water, then turning back to face her. "You are mine, aren't you Anne?" "Yes Miss, I am." "And you want to appear in a way that pleases me, don't you?" "Yes Miss, I do." "You've shown me that by reshaping your body for me and yet there is still one thing that must change before you're totally mine." "Whatever you wish me to do, Miss, I will do it for you." She didn't think before saying the words, but knew they were right as soon as she uttered them. "Even when you don't know what it is, you agree. I made a good choice in you. I asked you to keep your bush for me, didn't I?" "Yes Miss." "And you let it grow, just as I commanded, but now it's time for me to take it from you. I do this now to show how you are mine, that your body looks the way I wish it to. After this, I will expect you to keep yourself smooth for as long as you are mine, but you will always think of me when you do it. Do you understand?" "Yes...yes Miss." She involuntarily gripped the arms of the chair, a small unease burning in her stomach. "You do not sound sure of yourself. Tell me." Anne could feel the protest within her, like she was split in half, one part wanting this, the other throwing up objections. "I-I want this, but she -- Michelle doesn't." Katrin raised an eyebrow. "Michelle? There is no Michelle here with me, only Anne. Why does she protest?" "My -- her husband. She does now know how to explain this to him." She was gripping even tighter now, trying to block those thoughts out. Anne wanted this. "And does Anne care about this husband? Does she limit herself for what he thinks, or is she mine?" "She is yours, Miss, she wants -- I want - to please you. To be yours." "Then tell her that. She chose to surrender herself, to become Anne. Anne is better than her, Anne wants more than she could ever dream of. Isn't that true?" She listened to the words, to Katrin's voice speaking them to her so clearly, each one emphasised and resounding in her like absolute truth. She remembered changing her name online from Michelle to Anne, of how Anne had taken whatever Katrin had told her and done it and how good it felt. Michelle shrank within her, her protests dulled and silent. "Yes Miss, it is true." She felt her grip on the chair loosen, her heart slow down and her body calm. "Good, then we shall begin." Katrin said, lowering herself to kneel between Anne's outstretched legs and reaching past her to take the bag and open it. Anne was surprised to see her kneel, but as she looked at Katrin, saw the fierce purpose in her eyes and the rigidity in her back as she knelt totally straight, she realised that this, for her, was in no way a show of submission, just another way to assert and claim her dominance over Anne. Her hands rested on the chair, her legs splayed wide open, offering herself to the younger woman in full knowledge of what was happening. "If you have doubts or worries or if she protests again, you must never fear to mention them to me. No matter how much you want this journey, or how much pleasure it gives you, doubt will always be there, and you must address it and conquer it, not let it linger." She took a small pair of scissors from the bag and began trimming Anne's bush, cutting it back close to the skin with the lightest of touches. "That's good, my girl. Keep yourself totally calm and still." Katrin said, as Anne focus on the snipping sound, feeling the twirls of hair falling away from her, glancing occasionally at the concentration showing clearly on Katrin's face. When she'd cut as much as she could with the scissors, she took a shaving brush and soap from the bag, wetting the brush with the hot water from the sink, and then slowly painting the thick soft soap onto Anne's mound and around her sex, carefully ensuring that every part of it was covered well. Anne enjoyed the soft warmth of it on her, having never done this to herself, again feeling herself change into something new at Katrin's hands. Katrin smiled at her as she reached past and took a pearl-handled straight razor from the bag, carefully unfolding it and weighing it in her hand. Anne couldn't help but exclaim in surprise in shock as she saw it. "Be calm, my dear." Katrin said. "I have done this many times before and this is the best way to get you totally smooth for me." Her soothing words calmed Anne a little, but she still found herself nervously biting the inside of her lip as Katrin splashed the razor in the hot water, then began to stroke it carefully over Anne's mound. The sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, somehow sharp and soft at the same time, as Katrin's careful hand drew the razor over her skin, slicing through the hair but leaving the flesh beneath untouched. She worked in careful strokes, cleaning the razor in the water after each one, and Anne could feel the difference as the soap was brushed away, the warm air of the bathroom gentle on her now bare skin. Katrin moved carefully and methodically over her mound, around her lips, shaving away every trace of hair, sitting back when she was done and giving it one last look before folding the razor away and standing up. Katrin handed her a towel to clean herself with, and she felt the softness of it directly on her skin, feeling so sensitive as she swept away the last few wisps of soap. She took Katrin's offered hand and followed her out of the bathroom, barely noticing the cooler air of the house outside it as her body tingled with new sensations. There was a full-length mirror in the bedroom, and Katrin led her to it, standing off to the side as she positioned Anne in front of it. It took Anne a moment to realise that the woman she was looking at -- the one with the smooth and toned body, nipples still flushed from earlier, lips prominently and wetly displayed beneath a bare mound -- was her. She looked and felt more sexual, more free, than she ever had done before and the smile she saw on her lips and in her eyes was one she couldn't remember ever seeing before. Katrin walked behind her, hands resting lightly on her hips, lips close to her ear. "Who do you see?" She murmured. "Anne." She said. "Only Anne." "Good, and who does Anne belong to?" "To you, Miss, only to you." "Correct. Now, dress yourself in the clothes I have put on the bed and come join me downstairs. We have an appointment to get to." She quickly turned and left, leaving Anne wondering what she meant. Becoming Anne Ch. 04 Katrin would not tell her where they were going, only giving directions and instructions from the passenger seat as Anne drove them there. She'd dressed in the clothes Katrin had laid out for her on the bed -- the bra she'd worn earlier, a tight black top with a v-neck that showed off her cleavage, a short summer skirt and heeled sandals, nothing else -- and could feel the way the air moved around her exposed and smooth mound as she drove. She'd never gone out without underwear before, never been shaved before but now she was willingly letting Katrin take her out, heading to an 'appointment' that her lover would tell her nothing about. Lover, she thought, was too small a word to describe what Katrin was to her. Even though she had only been in her physical presence for a few hours, all those months before meant that she was completely insinuated into Anne's mind. Her arrival had been a catalyst for revealing the true scope of the transformation that had begun in her. Even that morning, she'd still believed she was Michelle, that this was just a game she was playing, but now she was much more Anne than anything else, and Anne existed to please Katrin. She was more than a lover -- she was owner, mistress, goddess, whatever she wanted to be. "Turn left here, then park outside the second building." Katrin said. The country lane they were on widened for a moment, revealing a wide expanse of concrete and a few buildings scattered near it. A sign revealed it to be an old airfield, clearly now rarely used, if at all, and those few buildings that remained had been claimed as cheap warehousing and business space. A small plaque on the wall of the second building bore the name Phoenix Creations, next to a solid black door. "This is it." Katrin said, opening the door. "Follow me." Anne followed her, her hands resting at her sides to hold the loose skirt down, as the wind was blowing across the open expanse, threatening to lift it up and expose her nakedness. She was glad that they were out in the middle of nowhere, and except for a few parked cars, there was no evidence of people around who could see her like this. Katrin's knuckles rapped firmly on the solid black door, and they waited there in silence for a few moments until there was the sound of a heavy lock being swung back and it was opened from within. "Katrin!" She heard a voice exclaim. "You made it! So glad to meet you at last." A woman stepped out from inside and embraced Katrin, the two of them laughing and kissing each other on the cheek. The other woman was clad in a tight leather dress, laced up at the front and back, ample cleavage almost spilling out of the front, her bare arms covered with elaborate tattooed patterns and a thick leather collar around her neck. A pile of bright red hair towered over a richly made-up and pierced face, the whole outfit set finished off with thigh-high patent leather boots that culminated in a tall spike and a platform heel. She glanced over at Anne. "Is this her?" She asked. "Yes it is." Katrin replied. "Mmm, she looks yummy. She will be impressed. Come in, come in." She shuffled back inside the door as Katrin took Anne's hand and led her inside. She wanted to ask who the woman was, who 'she' was and why she'd be impressed, and most of all, what they were doing out here, but she meekly followed Katrin as she led her down a narrow corridor and through another door. They stepped out into an open space, filled with clothes racks, tailor's dummies and sewing machines, lengths of all sorts of material scattered around the place. At one end of the room was a large table by a wall, where a number of drawings -- sketches and designs for clothing, Anne guessed -- were pinned up, emanating in concentric rings from a central drawing table where someone was working, not turning to look at them as they walked in. The woman who'd greeted them -- Anne thought she was in her mid-twenties, perhaps a few years older than Katrin -- told them to wait a moment, while she walked over towards the table. "Mistress?" She asked quietly, barely audible to Anne. "What is it, girl?" It was a woman's voice, clear and cultured with undertones of anger at being disturbed. "Katrin is here. She's brought her woman for their appointment." "My my, is it that time already?" She stood up, revealing a slim body in tight leather trousers, a black vest and spike heeled ankle boots. She turned and walked over to them, and Anne saw her short spiky black hair, and an elegant but angular face with rich red lips. She was older than the girl who'd greeted them, at least in her forties, and walked purposefully over to them. "I'm sorry, Katrin, I was working on a couple of fresh orders and completely missed the time. It's wonderful to meet you at last." They cheek-kissed and smiled at each other. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Helena, and to see your studio." "Thank you. I'm looking forward to getting to proper work on your designs." She looked over to Anne. "Is this her? Does she have a name?" "Yes, this is Anne." "Oh good, I'm getting very bored of all this new fashion to not let them have a name. Gets very confusing when you can't decide which slave or girl you're making something for." She walked around Anne, Katrin beside her, as the other girl stood meekly to one side and watched. "I did change her name. But Anne suits her much better, don't you think?" "Yes, and she looks impressive too. How old?" "Thirty-four, but she's been doing a lot of work to get ready for me. She didn't look this good when I first encountered her." "A very good job. She'll look good in what you wanted." Michelle was rising in her mind again, asking questions and demanding to know what they were here for, who the woman and the tattooed girl were, and just what Katrin had planned for her. Anne stayed still and quiet, listening to them talk about her as if she wasn't there. "I'm glad you like my designs." Katrin said. "They're interesting -- if you ever find yourself needing a job, give me a call. Freelance, of course, I can see you wouldn't make a very good employee of mine." Katrin laughed. "Definitely not. She's very interesting." "Dominique? Yes she is. All that time I spent training her wasn't wasted. I changed her name too -- once I started transforming her, Lisa didn't seem a very appropriate name." She turned and looked towards the girl. "Measuring tape and notepad, please." "Yes, Mistress." Dominique replied and walked over to one of the tables to get them, her movements not hindered by the sheer height of the boots she wore, nor the tightness of her clothing. "She needs to be naked." Helena said. "Not that she's wearing much anyway." "Of course." Katrin said. "Excuse me for forgetting. Anne, remove all your clothes please." She paused for a moment, frightened about being naked in front of strangers, but then forced her hands to move up and draw off her top. Michelle could never have done that, but Anne could and that made her feel stronger, knowing that whatever was being planned, it was what Katrin wanted for her. She stood there naked and still as Helena measured what felt like every part of her, calling out the measurements to Dominique as she carried on the conversation with Katrin. "You're coming on Friday?" Helena asked. "Of course, and I'll make sure anyone who asks know that we were clothed by you." "Your things fit OK, then?" "Perfectly. Though next time I promise I'll come for a proper fitting." "Good, that's always the best way for custom orders. How long do you have her for?" "Just a week this time." "This time? Planning more?" "We'll see. She's impressed me so far, but it's only been a few hours." "I'm sure you'll both make an impression on Friday. I think that's all the measurements now. We did the preparatory work from the ones you supplied, so we should be ready for a full fitting in two days. Come back around the same time then." "I will." She looked at Anne. "You can put your clothes back on now." Anne dressed herself as Katrin said her goodbyes to Helena, and then Dominique showed them out and back to the car. "You may ask your questions." Katrin said, as Dominique closed the door behind them. "What was that for?" Anne asked, her mind flooded with things she wanted to know. "What's on Friday?" "Friday is when I'm taking you out. There's an event I want to go to, and take you to, but you'll need to be dressed appropriately for it. Helena has made outfits for me in the past, and I've been working with her on some for you too." "Like what Dominique was wearing?" "No, something different. You will see later on -- it's a gift from me to you." "Thank you, Miss." Anne said. Michelle was still shouting in her head, wanting to know more, but Anne was feeling happy that Katrin was pleased enough with her to give her a gift. "You can drive us home now." Katrin said. "You are curious about them and their relationship, aren't you?" Katrin asked as they drove back. "Yes Miss, I am." Anne said, not hiding that she'd been thinking about Helena and Dominique for much of the journey so far. "Dominique is Helena's slave. She's given herself up totally to her, and let her change her from the girl she was to what she is today. She has told me a lot about it, as she knows I'm interested in taking women and making them into something that fits my desires too." Anne gasped. "You want me to be like her?" Katrin laughed. "Only in spirit. I'm not attracted to all those tattoos and piercings she has, but they do look very good on her. She showed me photos of Lisa -- the girl Dominique used to be -- she was this little mousey twenty-year-old girl who Helena took charge of and turned into what you saw today. About a year ago, she finished all her training and gave herself totally to Helena -- she works for her, lives with her and lives her life entirely for her." Anne shivered as she thought about it, realising that Katrin was showing her a whole new world that she'd never considered before. Dominique had seemed perfectly happy while they were there, and she wondered just how much of her old self remained within her, and if she ever tried to question the decisions she'd made. She was disturbed from her thoughts by Katrin's hand reaching over and stroking her bare leg, fingertips tracing up her inner thigh, but not reaching her sex. "Don't worry about it, my dear. You are only mine for this week, and even if we do have something beyond that, it will be very different." She kept her hand there for the remainder of the journey, stroking and teasing. Once they got back, Anne prepared dinner for both of them, and Katrin told her more about Helena and Dominique as they ate, telling how she had discovered Helena's business while looking for clothing for herself and how their discussions had widened from her needs to discussing their lifestyle in general. Anne realised that there was still lots she didn't know about Katrin and her experience, the younger woman having given her only the bare minimum about her life, explaining how she was the youngest child of a wealthy family, a generous allowance from the family funds removing the need to work and allowing her to explore her desires. "You will be naked for the rest of the evening." Katrin declared when they had finished eating. "Go upstairs, remove your clothing and put it away, then come down and kneel for me." "Yes Miss." Anne said. She did as she was told, leaving only the collar on and feeling fear as she walked through the house naked, seeing herself reflected in the mirrors. Michelle was quiet in her head, her protests ignored and forgotten as she walked into the living room and saw Katrin sitting in the same chair she had been in earlier, flicking through a magazine. Anne knelt in front of her, remaining still while Katrin continued reading, listening to the rustle of the pages until she put it down. "Look at me, Anne." She raised her head, saw her sitting there with her legs pressed close together, hair hanging loosely down over the dress. "I want you to be totally honest with me now. Have you enjoyed your first day with me so far?" "Yes Miss, I have. I wasn't sure of some things at first, but I enjoyed them all and I hope I have pleased you." "Good. You have pleased me, even though your inexperience has shown a few times, but that is why I am here, to give you the experiences you have craved and not yet had the opportunity to experience. But I did notice that there were times when you hesitated to follow my instructions, and I am disappointed that you did not last longer before you climaxed." "I'm sorry, Miss, I tried as best as I could." "I know you did, and you will try harder in the future, but you will need some punishment to help teach you this." Anne shook as she said that. "Punishment, Miss?" "Yes. Just as I've had you do before when you've not pleased me sufficiently. Of course, now I am here, you do not need to spank yourself." She patted her lap. "Lie across here." "Yes, Miss." Trembling slightly, Anne rose to her feet, then lay across Katrin's lap, feeling her breasts pushed against her, resting her weight on her hands as they pressed against the floor. "Raise your rear a little more. Yes, that's right. As this is the first time I've done this to you in person, I shall use my hand, but in future I have a few other tools in my bag, and I will use them if I think it necessary to teach you a lesson. Remember what I have told you?" "There can be no true pleasure without pain, Miss." "Correct." She brought her hand down quickly across Anne's cheeks, a stinging slap that made her catch her breath and wince with the sudden shock and pain. "And as your capacity for pleasure increases, so too will your ability to accept the necessary pain." She brought her hand down again and again, changing the landing spot each time until Anne could feel every part of her cheeks tingling with pain. She felt more than just the pain as she lay there. There was humiliation too, as she let Katrin punish her like a child bent over her lap, but under it all there were feelings of pleasure. Just as the clamps had earlier, the pain of the spanking was setting off other feelings within her body, arousing her. Katrin was asserting her control over her, and Anne knew that was what she desired more than anything else. Katrin's hand was roaming along her thighs now, spanking up and down them, adding their sensation to the warmth she could now feel in her cheeks. She moaned and cried out, partly complaining about the pain, but a greater part of her now enjoying it and craving Katrin's touch. The spanking stopped, but the sensation remained, stinging pain in her skin mingled with the warmth in her flesh, now added to by the softness of Katrin's hand roaming over her, pressing and massaging her, occasionally raking her fingernails over her skin, making Anne gasp and catch her breath. Anne felt herself drifting into a reverie of pain and pleasure, losing track of how much time had passed as Katrin alternated between stroking and spanking, again and again. She said nothing during that time, communicating only with her hands, the only sounds in the room the slap of them landing on Anne's flesh, matched with her gasps and moans. Anne felt everything slip from her, all her worries and concerns subsumed beneath the sensations of pain and pleasure Katrin was giving to her. There was no Michelle to chide her, no fears of being seen like this or questions about what she was allowing it, just pure experience. Katrin knew what she wanted, what she needed to be shown, even without her knowing it, and this was her way of showing it. Katrin's movements changed, her hands still stroking and rubbing Anne's thighs, but this time pushing them apart. Anne didn't resist, letting them be spread open, then felt Katrin's hands move slowly up the inside of them, incredibly slowly, moving back and forth, up and down, getting slowly but tantalisingly higher and closer to her eager sex with each moment. Gently, almost imperceptibly softly, her fingertips grazed over Anne's lips, making her shudder with pleasure. "So wet." She murmured. "You enjoyed being spanked, didn't you?" "Yes, Miss." Anne breathed, then moaned loudly as she felt two of Katrin's fingers slide easily inside her. The fingers started to pump slowly in and out of her in a delicious rhythm, adding another note to the symphony of sensation playing within her. Katrin continued that for a while, her slow pace making Anne warm with pleasure. "It has been a long day. Time to take you to bed." Katrin said, slipping her fingers out of Anne's sex and urging her to slide off her lap and stand up. Anne followed her directions, feeling a slight stiffness in her body from having been stretched out for so long, realising that it was now dark outside, amazed that she had missed so much time lying across Katrin's lap. Katrin stood and took her hand, leading her up the stairs and into the bedroom. "You may undress me." She said, and Anne quickly dropped to her knees and began unlacing her boots, helping Katrin step out of them. The dress came next, then the tights and underwear. Anne had to control herself as she did it, resisting the temptation to run her hands over Katrin's body as she exposed it, marvelling at the slim frame, the well-toned muscles and gorgeously round breasts as she freed them from Katrin's thin silk bra. Finally, she knelt before Katrin's naked body, her eyes trying to look over all of it in the dim light of the bedroom. She'd climaxed many times looking at pictures of it, so much that it was burned in her memory, but in the flesh it was even more beautiful to her. Kneeling before her, like she would to a goddess, seemed entirely natural. "You like my body, don't you Anne? You want to worship it and please it." "Yes Miss, I do." "And you will. Many times, but not tonight. Kiss my feet, then get onto the bed on all fours." Anne leant forward, pursing her lips as she softly and reverently kissed both of Katrin's feet, then climbed up onto the bed, spreading her legs as she leant forward, pushing her still-warm rear into the air, displaying her wet and bare sex to Katrin. She could hear Katrin rummaging in her bag for something, then the sound of her moving around and straps being fixed. Anne looked around and saw Katrin fixing herself into a harness, a long dark shape between her legs. "Did I tell you to look?" Katrin said, reaching out and swatting Anne's rear with her hand, a harder slap than anything she'd done downstairs. "Perhaps I should get out the bigger one instead." Anne shuddered as she said that. From what she'd seen before turning her head back after seeing it, that one was more than enough for her, and the idea of something bigger scared her, especially if she'd failed to please Katrin by looking. She felt the bed sink down at her knees and realised it was Katrin climbing on, kneeling behind her. She reached out and grabbed Anne's hips, pulling herself closer, then raking her nails down the side of her thighs. "You will be punished for that, but it can wait until the morning." Katrin said, pinching Anne's cheeks lightly between her fingernails. "For now, you can ask me to fuck you." "Yes Miss." Anne said, feeling the tightness of the pinching, the short stabbing pain of Katrin's nails digging into her not enough to overcome the need within her. "I want to be fucked by you, Miss, I need you inside me however you want to take me. Will you fuck me, please Miss?" There was no verbal answer from Katrin, just the feeling of her moving closer still, then Anne felt the mass of cock she wore rubbing against her wet sex, moving up and down, coating itself in her wetness. Anne moaned, pushing back against it, feeling Katrin's hands grip her hips as she rubbed harder against her. Then, one of the hands let go, sliding between the two of them, lifting up the cock. She could feel the head pressing against her, then could only let out a long deep moan as Katrin slid it inside her, going long and deep into her. Becoming Anne Ch. 04 She felt Katrin's weight shift forward, then her fingers scratching down her back, making her gasp and arch her back, forcing herself further onto the long shaft, feeling it slide deeper inside her. Slowly, Katrin began to move her hips, sliding it in and out of her, going deeper each time, the thickness and hardness of it feeling so good inside her. She began to move to, rocking back and forth, mirroring Katrin's strokes. Katrin's hands moved further up, first to her shoulders, then one running through her hair, grabbing it and pulling her upright, making her slide down hard onto the cock as Katrin thrust it inside her. She was losing herself in the moment now, her body moving up and down with Katrin's, her moans getting louder and louder while Katrin's hands moved down to grab at her breasts, squeezing tightly, Anne's nipples caught between her fingers, delicious bolts of pain mixing with the pleasure emanating from her sex. "Ride it, use it, hold it back." Katrin growled into her ear as she began fucking her harder, long and heavy thrusts driving the cock deep inside her, her body shaking with each one. She couldn't respond with words, her body only capable of primeval groans and moans. She breathed deeply, trying to concentrate, to hold herself back, feeling the fire rage within her, demanding a release she knew she mustn't give until Katrin permitted. She'd never been taken like this before, never felt such raw passion and fury in sex as Katrin's pace increased. Katrin pushed forward, leaning her weight into Anne and pushing her back down onto the bed, the different angle, giving her the chance to grab Anne's hips tightly and build up to a furious rhythm. Then one hand let go and smacked her hard across her rear, making Anne yelp with the sudden pain. Two more slaps followed, and all the time she didn't stop or slow her merciless rhythm. She slapped down hard again, this time leaving the hand there, gripping into the warm flesh with her fingers and nails, more sensation blurring Anne's senses. "Come." Katrin growled. "Give it to me." Anne needed no further invitation, letting herself go with a long guttural moan, feeling the pleasure break all over her body, her hips bucking wildly against Katrin who kept up her rhythm for a while and then abruptly pulled out, leaving Anne feeling empty, but still climaxing. She collapsed down onto the bed for a moment, shaking and moaning, the edge of her perception just noticing Katrin moving up to the top of the bed, forcing Anne to roll over, pulling at her hair to lift her head up, placing her lips to the dark shaft between her legs. "Clean it." Katrin said. "Taste yourself." Anne took it into her mouth, working her lips and tongue over it, filling her mouth with the overwhelming scent of her own arousal. She looked up at Katrin as she did it, saw her looking contentedly down at Anne as she worked the shaft as far into her mouth as she could, her tongue wrapping around it. As she did that, she saw Katrin's hands move to her sides, unfastening the straps, and sliding the harness off her. She pulled the shaft from Anne's mouth, dropping it down at the side of the bed, then straddled Anne, forcing her wet sex against her mouth. Anne needed no orders to know what to do next, her tongue working eagerly to please and explore Katrin's soft folds, lost in the pleasure as Katrin ground down against her until she finally came, her body thrashing on top of Anne's. As they both recovered, Katrin slowly moved back, but kept herself straddling Anne for a while, gazing down into her eyes as her fingers stroked through her hair, smiling softly. "You're a very good fuck toy, Anne." She said finally. "And now my toy needs to rest so I can fuck her all day tomorrow." Becoming Anne Ch. 05 She woke up in confusion, unsure of who she was and where she was. Opening her eyes, she recognised the bedroom, but she felt different. She was naked between the sheets, someone else's arm wrapped around her, the air filled with a strange and musky scent. Slowly, she turned and saw the mass of dark blonde hair on the pillow beside her and recognised the soft features of the sleeping face it framed. Katrin, she remembered, and all of yesterday flooded back into her mind, along with her own name. "Anne." She murmured. "I'm Anne." Her fingers moved to her neck, felt the softness of the collar wrapped around it. It was the only thing Katrin had allowed her to wear in bed, a reminder of her new status as a possession, not needing clothes to sleep in, while Katrin had put on a tight black vest and shorts to sleep in. Anne nestled back into Katrin's arms, feeling the young woman murmur in her sleep, moving closer and holding her tight. She happily lay there, enjoying the feeling of being claimed and protected by her lover until she felt Katrin stir and awaken. "Good morning Anne." Katrin murmured into her ear. "Is my girl awake and ready for the day?" "Yes Miss." Anne said, remembering what had been promised. The memory of Katrin fucking her in the bed last night still lingered in her body, and she knew she craved more of it. "Good. You can start by having your shower, then preparing breakfast while I shower. You may wear a t-shirt to cover yourself while preparing it, but by the time I come down, the food will be prepared, and you will be kneeling naked by the table. Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss." "Good. Kiss me before you leave the bed." Anne eagerly rolled over and let Katrin pull them together for a slow and tender kiss, their bodies rubbing sensuously together before she pushed Anne away, giving her a playful smack on the bottom as she went. Anne hurried about her tasks, remembering what Katrin had told her before she arrived about what breakfast she liked, cooking it quickly while she listened to the sounds from upstairs. She could hear Katrin leave the shower, then the bathroom as Anne began to bring everything together, hearing her in the bedroom, the sound of feet padding about as she dressed herself. As she left the bedroom and began to head down the stairs, Anne placed everything on the table, quickly removed the t-shirt she'd worn and knelt down beside the chair she'd pulled out for Katrin. "Well done, Anne." Katrin said. "I shan't expect this every morning from you, but it's good to know you have the ability to do it." "Thank you, Miss." Anne replied, feeling happy to have pleased her again. She kept her head bowed, and could only see Katrin's feet, clad in black leather heels, shining bright with a sharply pointed tall heel, her feet and calves bare. "Look up, Anne. Do you like what you see?" Anne slowly raised her head, her vision working up Katrin's body, seeing the shapely calves and thighs before they disappeared beneath the edge of a tight black dress that clung to every part o Katrin's body. It concealed and revealed at the same time, the soft curves it showed somehow almost as alluring as the real thing beneath it, emphasising and defining every part of her body, so tight against her that Anne knew Katrin wore nothing beneath her. Further up, she saw Katrin had lightly made-up her face, enough to draw out her features, the only distinctive feature were the same deep blood red they had been yesterday, her long damp hair loosely pinned behind her head. "Yes, Miss. You're beautiful." "I know." Katrin said, smiling. "I can see it in your eyes. You still want to worship me, don't you? Maybe I'll let you do that tomorrow, if you please me today - and I haven't forgotten that I owe you a punishment this morning." She sat down in the chair and began to eat, occasionally passing pieces of food to Anne for her to eat. She knew taking food like that, being treated like a pet, not even allowed to sit at the table with Katrin, was demeaning and humiliating, but it felt good to her. She knew that her place was to kneel in Katrin's presence and that she accepted being treated as a pet or a toy because it kept her happy and pleased her. "Are you looking forward to today, Anne?" Katrin asked. "Do you think you can take being fucked by me so many times?" "Yes Miss, I am. I know I've never been fucked that many times before, but I want to try and do it for you." "I'll make you into a good fuck toy by the end of the day. You enjoyed being fucked last night, didn't you?" "Oh yes, Miss, I did very much." "Good, though there'll be a lot more variety today. There are many ways to fuck, and I expect you've not experienced many of them, no matter how much you've fantasised about it." "Yes Miss." "But first, we must deal with your punishment. It was only a small offence, but you looking when you weren't supposed to spoiled the surprise I was hoping your first proper fuck would be." "I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to, I was just curious." "Yes, it was partly my fault for not instructing you properly, but you still displeased me, and we must teach you not to do that in future. Go upstairs to the bedroom and on the bed you'll find the tool I'll be punishing you with. Bring it back down here for me." "Yes, Miss." Anne rose and left the room, feeling slightly fearful at Katrin's describing something as a tool for punishing her, not knowing what it might be. She saw it as she entered the bedroom. Lying across the crumpled sheets was a cane, a long, slim handled piece of wood, the sort of thing she'd heard about when she was in school as a myth of what bad girls were punished with before her time, and now it was going to be used to chastise her. Anne picked it up, looking at it, wondering how much it would hurt and where Katrin would strike her with it. That she could refuse to take it down to her and decide she didn't want the punishment didn't occur to her. She had displeased Katrin, and so she deserved to be punished however Katrin saw fit. As she returned to the kitchen with the cane, she noticed that Katrin had cleared everything from the table, leaving it completely bare, rearranging the chairs around it so that one part of it was completely open too. "Thank you, Anne." She said, taking the cane from her and flexing it in her hands. "Lean over the table and grip the sides with your hands while spreading your legs apart as far as you can." Anne did as commanded, feeling her breasts squash against the cool wood of the table. Sidestepping, she moved her legs far apart, the sturdy table supporting her, her hands gripping the curved edge tightly. Katrin moved to stand behind her, stroking the cane along the inside of her thighs. "Wider." She said. "You can spread more than that for me." Anne gripped the edge tighter as she she moved her legs further apart, feeling her muscles stretch as she forced herself apart. "More." Katrin said, the cane still rubbing her legs, stroking up and down on one side then the other. Anne pushed herself further in response, until her muscles were nearly screaming at her with the effort needed. There was a sudden whishing noise in the air, once, then twice, and Anne felt a sudden sting in her thighs, reflexively yelping with the pain as Katrin's cane stung once against each of her thighs. "I told you to spread your legs as far apart as you could, didn't I? Not as far apart as you feel like doing before it hurts a little." "Yes Miss." Anne replied. "This is why I had you train yourself before you could meet me. Before you met me, your body would not be capable of this. Now you can endure more, and that means you will also experience more pleasure. What have I told you?" "There is no true pleasure without pain, Miss." "Correct. And the pain you receive as punishment is a reminder that your duty is to please me." Anne heard her step to one side, then the sound of the cane swishing through the air above her. She braced herself for its impact upon her flesh, expecting it to break upon the curves of her rear, now so openly displayed at the end of the table, but none came. Instead, Katrin teased her with it, saying nothing as the wood split the air above Anne, her skin only feeling the passing of the air disturbed by it as it passed by. The only pain came from her thighs, stretched out and straining at the limit, a thin red line of pain from where the cane had landed reminding her of her failure to follow the instruction she had been given. Then it landed with a sudden sting across both her cheeks. Anne heard the sound of contact first, a sharp crack as it dug into her cheeks, then the pain followed it, nerves tingling and making her gasp. She looked straight ahead, feeling the cane rub slowly along the line of pain it had created before Katrin withdrew it, then brought it back down twice in quick succession, one line above and one line below the original. Anne gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "Three strokes will suffice for a minor infraction." Katrin said. "But there will be more if you displease me again, and I have other ways to punish you that will hurt even more. This is what you want, isn't it Anne?" "Yes Miss, it is. Thank you for showing me this and teaching me when I've been wrong." "Good." Katrin said, the cane still rubbing over Anne's bare cheeks. "And you know enough to thank me for your punishment. You know your place." Anne felt the cane linger over her rear and thighs, then tracing further down over her calves. Katrin leant forward over her outstretched body, the fingers of her free hand parting Anne's hair so it fell beside her neck, leaving space for Katrin's lips to kiss the nape of it, just below the collar. They were soft, warm and tender, making Anne feel good, the pain in her body subsiding as she felt the kiss upon her. There was a clatter from the floor as the cane dropped onto it, but Anne barely noticed it, her concentration instead focused on the soft kisses Katrin was placing on her spine, the feel of her fingers as they traced the path of the stretched muscles in Anne's thighs and shoulders. Anne could feel the strain in her body as she stretched out across the table, but she knew her body could take it for longer than she'd ever dreamt of a few months ago, thanks to all the gym sessions Katrin had urged her to take. That was when she'd started looking in the mirror and seen Anne looking back at her. Only fleeting glances at first, still buried beneath the dullness of Michelle, but slowly becoming more visible, making herself ready for Katrin to claim her. Katrin's fingers slid up her thighs, then with one swift movement, two of them slid inside her, Anne's wet pussy accepting them eagerly. She felt them moving slowly in and out of her, and felt the urge to rock with them, but her fully stretched body couldn't manage that, leaving her entirely under Katrin's control. She said nothing, her lips continuing to kiss up and down Anne's spine, fingers slowly moving in and out of her. Anne closed her eyes, letting herself focus on the sensations and the way they mixed together, still feeling the strain and stretch in her limbs, the lines of pain on her thighs, but all that was rapidly buried beneath the soft kisses on her back and the delicious way Katrin's fingers moved in and out of her. With each thrust they went slightly deeper and stayed slightly longer inside her, Katrin twisting and moving them to explore within her, each movement sending another warm wave of pleasure through Anne's body. Her body was soon raging with pleasure, centred on the movement of Katrin's fingers inside her, but added to by everything else - the feel of her breasts pressed against the table, the strain in her limbs, the softness of Katrin's lips as they explored her back. Anne lost all sensation of time, letting herself be nothing more than the sensations that roamed through her. This was like nothing she'd ever felt before, not even yesterday with Katrin, as though she was floating above herself, aware of all the sensations but using them to rise. Then she felt Katrin move her hand, pulling it back until just her fingertips rested inside Anne's folds. A new sensation came then, something pressing between her ass cheeks that she son recognised as Katrin's thumb, the pad of it pressing against her rose, making her first shudder and then gasp as it began to rub her while the fingers slipped deeply inside her. Anne moved more, pushing up on her toes as she gripped the edges of the table, the unstoppable rush of an orgasm burning through her, as Katrin kept her hand there, teasing and exploring while Anne cried and moaned in pleasure, completely lost to the younger woman's touch. Becoming Anne Ch. 06 Katrin hadn't lied when she said she was going to take Anne in every room of the house. As the sky darkened and evening fell, Anne found herself walking naked through the house, seeing it in a completely different way to how she had when she had been Michelle. She'd had sex and orgasmed more in that one day than she'd ever managed in a week before but she still felt good, the afterglow of so many climaxes still permeating her body, her stretched muscles feeling like they did after a good workout, adding to the glow. As she passed each room, she remembered how Katrin had taken there. In the bathroom, she'd pushed Anne up against the wall of the shower as the water poured down over them, roughly spearing Anne with her fingers while Katrin's mouth traversed her breasts, mixing kisses, licks and tiny bites. As she'd begun to climax, Katrin had deliberately turned the dial of the shower, turning the water ice cold, the shock of it sharpening her orgasm to a delicate point of anguish and ecstacy. In the spare room, she'd walked with a male swagger, her cock hanging between her legs as she called Anne 'slut', spanking and slapping her as she taught her to deep throat it, then beg for it as she knelt on the bed. Downstairs in the main room she'd been the complete opposite, soft and feminine as they rolled on the soft carpeted floor, letting Anne explore her body as Katrin kissed and teased her, making love for what felt like hours. In the study, she'd worn a wicked smile as she wore one of John's shirts and sat in his chair, beckoning Anne to come straddle her lap, the shirt riding up to reveal the strapon that filled her so deliciously. She'd teased Anne with the prospect of taking her to the garden, going for a naked walk out there before declaring it too cold, instead taking her indoors, burying her head between Anne's legs as she sprawled over her car in the garage, then opening her legs wide for Katrin's fingers in the utility room next to it, her body stretching to balance as she perched on the edge of a table. Every room she walked through had those memories burned into it now, ones that would last even after the scents of their day's exploration had faded and gone. Anne stood in the kitchen now, her hand running over the surface of the kitchen table, feeling the still damp part of it she'd ground herself against as Katrin's fingers had brought her to the first climax of the day. She remembered Michelle choosing that table, thinking of it's size and practicality for the room, never considering how it would perfectly fit her as she sprawled across it. As she walked to the fridge, she lifted her fingers to her nose, breathing in the scent. Michelle would never have done anything like this, but Michelle was buried deep within her, Anne not even able to hear her voice protesting as she gave herself to Katrin in so many different ways. She took wine and water from the fridge, picking up a couple of glasses, then heading upstairs to the bedroom where was Katrin was waiting to finish the day in the one room she hadn't taken Anne in that day. Anne wondered what she would do there as she pushed the door open. Katrin was lying on her side, waiting for Anne. Her hair was swept back, falling over her shoulders and down her back, her body naked except for the harness she wore around her hips. As Anne poured them glasses of wine, she noticed it was different to the one she'd taken earlier, the cock shorter and more rounded. "Lie with me." Katrin said, stroking the covers. Anne lay facing her, both of them sipping their wine, the room slowly darkening as the last of the daylight fled. "You were wonderful today, Anne. You gave me everything I wanted, and I think you're almost completely mine now, aren't you?" "I'm yours, Miss." Anne said, trying to ignore the 'almost', trying not to wonder what it might mean. "Completely yours." "Not completely." Katrin said. "You've given me your mouth, your breasts, your pussy, you've stretched and turned your body every way I've wanted it to...but there's one part I've been saving for last. The part you've never given anyone, that even Michelle wouldn't give to her husband." As Katrin talked, her hand reached out to Anne, stroking down her side until it rested on her hip, the tips of her fingers pressing against the soft flesh of her rear. Anne could feel Michelle rising within her again, memories of the times John had asked for that and the rows it had caused flashing unbidden through her mind. "Will you give it to me, Anne? Are you mine?" Anne's hand moved up, touching the strip of fabric that was tied around her neck, remembering the day before, how she'd knelt before Katrin, then how she'd felt today whenever Katrin's fingers had strayed between her cheeks. "Totally and completely, Miss." Katrin smiled and the grip of her hand became tighter. "Good. I never thought otherwise." Michelle faded within her as she moved, placing her wine on the table by the bed then letting Katrin position her face down on the bed with her legs spread apart. Anne was aware of the woman she used to be protesting, exclaiming that she'd never done this, never wanted to do this, but now that made her feel good, knowing she'd kept this part of her for Katrin. She could give it to Katrin as she had to no other to show just how much this beautiful young woman meant to her. Katrin knelt between her outstretched legs, and Anne could hear the sound as she squeezed something from a bottle onto her hand and then slowly ran it up and down the short cock that hung between her legs. Anne gripped the bedcovers between her hands as she felt her move closer to her, moaning as she felt Katrin's fingers between her cheeks, slowly rubbing in the lube. She felt them pressing at her, then gasped as they slipped inside, easily pushing past the tightness. Two of them slid inside her, and she could feel each of them in there, slowly moving and twisting. Katrin said nothing, merely leaning forward to kiss Anne's back, her hair falling softly over it as her fingers kept up their gentle movement. Anne breathed deeply, relaxing herself as she felt them move deeper, her tight walls yielding. Soon, she felt herself moving with Katrin, hips rocking gently back and forth. That drew a soft purr from Katrin and a pause in the kisses as she repositioned herself, then the delight of Katrin's other hand sliding between her legs, stroking her wet lips and carefully teasing her clit. It was another new sensation for her to experience and Anne gave herself to it, just as she had with everything else Katrin had shown her since her arrival. Her mind was almost blank of conscious thought, occupied merely with the sensations Katrin's touches were giving for her. For a moment, she felt sadness as the fingers began to withdraw from her and the kissing stopped, but then she felt Katrin moving around behind her, her other hand still expertly massaging her sex and she knew what was coming. Instinctively, she let herself relax as her legs moved apart more. She could feel Katrin's hand spreading her cheeks, then pressure at her rear, spreading and opening her like nothing else had ever done before. She bit down, trying to focus on the fingers that were now stroking her clit, but for a moment the shock threatened to overwhelm and dominate her every thought. Then she felt something new, a warm rush inside her as Katrin thrust forward, filling and stretching her. The pain transformed into a rush of warmth and pleasure, and Anne found herself marching Katrin's slow rocking motions, letting it go deeper inside her. Soon her gasps had become deep moans as that pleasure filled her entire body. "Surrender, my darling." Katrin's voice came through the fog of pleasure. "Give me your climax." She couldn't resist, couldn't deny anything to Katrin. Anne felt her body moving more, thrusting herself onto Katrin and her fingers, her back arching as the waves of pleasure broke within her, sending her into ecstacy. She could feel nothing but pleasure, nothing but Katrin as she climaxed over and over, each one taking her to a peak higher than the last. Finally, she felt Katrin pull out from her, and she collapsed onto the bed, spent and exhausted. The younger woman kissed her all over and covered her with a sheet, then disappeared from the bed for a moment, returning completely naked, to enfold Anne in her embrace, softly kissing her neck as their bodies nestled together. "Sleep, my wonderful Anne." Katrin whispered. Anne needed no encouragement, her exhausted body letting go as she slipped away, unable to resist sleep but unable to resist something else as well. Deep in her mind, a voice she recognised was whispering too, and as she fell into sleep she realised it was Michelle, asking something Anne knew she had no answer to. What would happen to her when Katrin's week was over?