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Bound Ch. 01

By: kssfrmarose_thorn



I woke up in the middle of the night in my dark room, shivering and nipples hard from my fan. I briefly wondered, "How strange...I never throw the covers off..." and then I looked down at my naked body and stretched my arms only to find that my hands and feet are bound spread-eagled to my bed- a piece of tape over my mouth. 

My heart began to race and I frantically pulled at the ropes only to stop quickly when I noticed a dark figure at the foot of my bed. I tried to scream but it came out muffled- barely a sound at all.

A deep voice coming from the direction of the figure said, "Don't try to scream, it will only waste your energy. Energy I want you to have. I want you to have plenty- because whether you like it or not, I'm going to have some fun tonight." 

"I came in through your balcony door- which you conveniently left unlocked- and planned on robbing and quickly silencing your family. But then I saw you- lying on your stomach, one leg close to you and the other kicked out so carelessly. I pulled your blanket down until I saw your magnificent breasts pressed against the bed and then I knew my plans had to be changed."

The tall dark figure began to slowly crawl between my legs and up my body like a feline predator as he continued speaking in that deep, harsh voice, 

"Do you know how tempting it is for a girl like you to sleep naked, waiting to be discovered? And why would a woman keep her pussy so carefully groomed if not to be looked at and touched...?"

"I bet you fuck every man that you meet. You're just a secret whore that covers it up from her parents with a room filled with books and paintings and pictures, aren't you? Well that's okay baby, even sluts can be taught a thing or two by a man like me."

I tried to tell him with my eyes that I wasn't like that and that's not why I do those things. I love to sleep naked because it feels like I imagine a lover's caress would feel. 

During my lonely nights, my down comforter feels like the weight of a man against me and as I shift in my sleep my neck is brushed, my nipples are teased, and I feel desirable. I even shave my pussy except for a small strip to just feel sexy- even though no one sees it. I wanted to tell him that I was a virgin- that I was waiting until marriage...but I slept naked and groomed because I just couldn't deny myself these few naughty pleasures.

My eyes pleaded for him to understand that I had never done any of the things he was suggesting and probably thinking about doing to me.

By the time he finished speaking he was over me, staring down at my face and frightened eyes. I looked up at his ski mask and his eyes were brown, I realized; but in the dark of my room with only the slight orange glow of the streetlight coming through my curtain, they looked as black as the night outside my window. 

He looked down at my chest and back up to my eyes and I was sure he could hear my heart beating frantically. His full lips curved in a devious smile- sly and tempting.

Tempting? Where did that word come from? I couldn't even think of this man as anything but repulsing. Anything else would be...Would be what? Wrong? Yes! My conscience screamed at me. You've always been a girl of virtue, my conscience exclaimed. All these years of denying temptation to let some stranger take it all away? 

I bucked my body in an effort to fight what was happening but he quickly placed his hands on my wrists and put his weight on top of mine. He squeezed my arms, pressed down with his pelvis, and let me feel all the tightly coiled strength in that body. A silent warning against any attempt to resist. I also felt thick hard proof burning against my thigh that my efforts to fight him only excited him more. 

I closed my eyes, resigned to my ruin, and turned my head in shame as he traced my outline with one calloused hand and leaned in to let his hot breath caress my right cheek. 

As soon as his steamy exhale swept across the right side my neck, I gave an involuntary jerk. He came back up to look in my eyes and saw what I didn't want him to see. "Someone has a sensitive neck, doesn't she? Let's see if you enjoy what I love doing." 

For a few brief moments he trailed his hot breath and some of his tongue gently from my ear lobe down to neck, and a flame of hope flared in my heart that he hadn't guessed my secret. 

I gasped in air through my nose when he drove a hand into my loose wavy hair and tightened the line of my neck. I let out a whimper of despair as I felt his mouth open against my skin and he bit down on the taunt tendon there. 

I don't know what sounds I made, but I reflexively thrust my hips against his heavy weight and felt my nipples rasp against the hot, harsh, wool of his sweater. 

He licked the tingle away from my neck as I pulled air in rapidly and he murmured, "Mmmhmm, I think we're both going to have a good time tonight." 

Bound Ch. 01: Bound for Fun



'Ten years' I thought, my hands caressing the hard leather case. My fingers ran over the raised metallic emblem in the center of the top, light refracting from the gem in its center. That strange symbol, was it another language? Or perhaps the craftsman's signature? Was it maybe a magical rune which had bestowed its power on the garment contained within? At this point it hardly matters but how it came to be in my possession and what happened next is quite a story. As I said it was ten years ago...

"So what are going to wear to the Halloween party?" my girlfriend Jennifer asked as we laid there basking in the afterglow, her fingers running through the small patch of hair on my chest. "You don't know yet do you?" she teased when I didn't answer right away.

"No, I know what I'm going to be. I just want it to be a surprise that's all," I replied skirting the issue.

"Fine then, keep your secrets. So do you wanna ride together or do you just want to meet there?" she asked re-positioning herself to look into my eyes.

"I think I'll just meet you there. I'll probably just get a ride with Mike and Jim. That makes more sense anyway because they live closer. Plus that way you don't have to trek all over town just to get me. And then we would have only one car at the end of the night." I said kissing her soft face.

"Mike and Jim? Seriously?" she said rolling her eyes. "What do you see in them? I mean seriously, those two just creep me out."

"Why? Whats the matter with them? They've always been nice to you." I asked as I gazed at her perfectly formed body snuggled up next to mine. Her skin still had the slight sheen of perspiration from our love making.

"I don't like they way they look at me." she said. "Especially when you're not in the room. I just get the feeling like I wouldn't be safe alone with either of them but especially Jim. He's just so creepy!"

This concerned me a bit. Mike and Jim were my two best friends. I had known them for years and yeah, they had the tendency to turn some people off with their sense of humor but they were good friends. "you feel safe with me though, right?" I inquired not knowing what else to say.

"I feel very safe with you sweetheart" she said as she snuggled in closer and draped her leg over mine. I could feel the heat radiating from he sweet pussy and she let out a long "SIGH".

Just as we were both getting comfortable her phone started ringing. I could tell by the ring tone it was her mother calling.

The phone beeped as she picked up the call. She flashed me a warning glance "Hey mom." "No I did not forget" "Yup, I will see you there." "OK!" "Love you too. Bye." she grimaced as she ended the call. "OK I wanna start with I'm sorry. My mom called earlier and wanted to do dinner tonight and I couldn't say no."

"Ah ha!"

"No seriously, I was!" she pleaded.

"It's fine darling, you don't need to explain. I understand. Besides its not like I had reservations anywhere. So when were you planning on letting me know." I asked.

"I WAS going to let you know as soon as I got here."

"ah ha" 

"In my defense" she said "I didn't make it ten steps into your apartment before you were all over me. Ten minutes later you were inside me." she said smiling.

"I didn't hear you complaining when I started kissing you." I said placing my free arm behind my head.

"Because I couldn't talk with two tongues in my mouth" she giggled. 

"or when I bent you over the counter and slid my cock into your VERY wet pussy." I said remembering watching my cock disappearing into her.

"Because you took my breath away, as always. You know how thick you are." Jennifer smiled as she said it. "I also wanted to tell you that I am going to be busy the next few days with work. They have some big shot suits from Corporate coming in so we will be in meetings all weekend and into next week"

"Wait, what?" I exclaimed "ALL weekend! So when am I going to see you again?"

"Probably not until the costume party next Friday" she said "and I really don't want to be alone with your creepy friends so please don't stand me up."

"I won't baby." I promised.

"Well! Since I had to change our plans at the last minute AND because I won't be seeing you for a few days let me give you a little something to remember me by." she said as her fingers began tracing down my chest, her soft lips trailing kisses behind. My spent cock began stirring with her gentle loving attention.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if that is going to do anything. You did just give him quite a workout." I said, remembering her pressing back against me as I thrust into her when she was bent over my kitchen counter and then of her sexy body laid out in my bed my cock thrusting into her trimmed pussy, and then of her beautiful naked body riding my cock, her amazing C cup breasts jiggling with each thrust onto my hard shaft. I could feel the beginning effects of her ministrations. 

"Let me see if I can persuade him" she replied as her hand closed around my semi-hard shaft. My cock was slowly coming to life as she gently stroked and moved in to give it a kiss. "maybe if I do this" she said as she teased and kissed the tip of the head. "or maybe this" as she began kissing the sensitive spot on the underside of the shaft. "or maybe even this" as she brought her tongue into the mix. She began french kissing the sensitive spot she knew got the most attention. "Oh my, I think he likes me!" she was right, my cock was getting more firm with each and every kiss and stroke from her hand, my breathing was also getting longer and more desperate. I looked into her face, her long straight golden hair falling over one shoulder so I could see everything she was doing. When had she put her hair up I wondered as she said "Mmmmm, I wonder what would happen if I did this. She opened her mouth and slowly slid my cock in, her tongue swirling around the head as she exhaled her hot breath around my now rock hard shaft.

Now that she had me hard I expected her to mount my shaft like she had done earlier, instead she kept on licking, sucking and stroking. While it was not uncommon for her to go down on me today she was using every bit skill she had. Jennifer did not deep throat like so many people thought was the ultimate goal but she didn't need to and it was not long before my labored breathing and grunting let her know I was about to cum. My legs tensed and my toes curled as she continued nursing my cock with her mouth. My orgasm was intense as I shot a massive amount of cum into her welcoming mouth. Jennifer continued sucking long after the initial jet of cum hit her in the back of the throat, feeling every twitching response to the attention from her full lips and tongue.

I was spent, again. I lay there trying to catch my breath, too numb to move. Jennifer got up off the bed slowly.

"I really hate to suck and run" she said wiping off some cum from the corner of her mouth. "but I don't want to be late meeting my mom" she said as she licked the cum off her finger. "When you think about me later, remember that you sent me to my mom with your cum in both my mouth and my pussy." she winked as she said it and leaned over and gave me a kiss. 

Finding all of her clothes took some time as our lovemaking had started at the front door and ended in the bedroom. Jennifer dressed in front of me making a show of it, like a strip tease but in reverse. First she drew the black g-string panties up her legs, straightening the straps when they got to her waist so that everything fell nicely. Next was her matching black push-up bra, that her 36 C cup breasts really didn't need. She bent over and settled her breasts into the cups before standing up and fastening the strap behind he back. It amazed me that she could do that easier than I could take it off. She did a slow turn stopping as her back was facing me. She gave me a sultry look over her shoulder, one knee cocked and blew me a kiss. Her skin tight denim jeans followed. My eyes her willing prisoner as they followed the waist band of her pants as she slowly pulled them up her long toned legs. She wiggled her hips to get her perfect heart shaped ass into her jeans and fastened them. She turned and started walking toward me as she pulled her cami on over her head being careful not to get any deodorant on the fabric. The cami only achieved covering her tummy as her cleavage still spilled out over the top. "Again" she said "I am SO sorry that I have to leave like this. I really wanted to spend the night with you tonight."

"It's OK Jen, I really do understand." and I really did. Mom's are very important. If you can't treat your own mom with respect what does say about you. "You know you CAN take a shower before you go meet your mom?"

"I know" she said as she sat on the edge of the bed "but I used that time to give you head instead." Jennifer leaned over putting her ample bosom on display and gave me a deep kiss, her tongue teasing mine to come out and play. "God, I love the way you kiss Daniel" she said as we broke, finger caressing my face as she gave me a few smaller intimate kisses.

Getting up from the bed she grabbed her blazer and pulled it over her shoulders as she slipped her french tipped toenails into the black 4" strappy high heels that I loved so much. "See you at the party. Remember, DO NOT leave me alone with your creepy friends! Love you!"

"You too, Jen. See you at the party. If you have time and you wanna talk before then, just give me a call." I said as she used her hands to pull her long blonde hair out of her blazer before putting it up in a quick ponytail. She always wore her hair up, either a ponytail or a braid of some sort. Having stick straight hair Jennifer always felt she needed to do something to jazz it up.

She blew me a kiss from the doorway and in short order I was asleep.

I started awake some time later "RING RING" came the ring tone from my cell phone. "RING RING" it called again before I found and picked it up. I knew from the caller id that it was Jim.

"Hey Jim." I said as I picked up the call

"Daniel! Sup dude?" he asked "Hey, you didn't forget the bet did you?"

"No Jim, I did not forget the bet." I was afraid that was why he was calling and also why I didn't want to tell Jen what I was going to be for the party.

"HA, I can't wait to see the look on everyone's face when they see you dressed as a chick. And remember dude you have to be there for the whole party. Not just an appearance and then leave. Seven til eleven, see you there." he said laughing. "Oh and anytime you want to make any more bets...I'm your guy!" and with that he hung up.

Maybe Jen was right. Jim really could be an ass sometimes.

The buzz from the double afterglow gone, I figured I had better go try to find my costume. 

"Five O'clock on a Thursday night, this should be fun." I said to myself sarcastically as I got up to get ready. "At least its not Friday!"

I knew I had a week but I didn't want to be scrounging at the last minute trying to find something and having to settle. As it was I was already cutting it close. A quick shower and a shave later and I was on my way.

The mall, unsurprisingly, was a complete bust so I decided to check out some novelty stores. Yeah, like that ever works. Frustrated with the mall I went to a strip mall nearby. The first store was an utter disappointment. Walking from that store to another store at the other end I saw the window display of a Chinese pawn shop and figured 'what the heck, why not' as I slipped in to check it out. I was surprised with some of the things there and began thinking 'I might actually be able to find something here.'

As I was browsing through a rack of dresses, most were in the traditional Chinese cut, long dresses with the mandarin collar but with a thigh high slit, when a small oriental man approached me. I assumed that he must be the owner of the store.

"He-rro, can I hep you? He said his Chinese accent quite apparent.

"Um no, just browsing you know." I replied

"Oooooo, look something for girlfriend, Yes?" He continued. 

I always hate it when you dismiss a salesperson and they stick around anyway. "No. Actually I was looking for something for myself." I said. The annoyance in my voice lost on the little man.

"This rack cloth for woman. Man cloth dis vay" he said trying to lead me to another rack.

"That's OK, what I want is on this rack" I said trying hard not to be rude.

A confused look crossed his face and then as his eyes widened, understanding seemingly. "Ohhhhh, you wan be woman!" he exclaimed. Dis not what you look for. Please. Come, dis vay. Have something speciar!"

I followed him back to the counter when he disappeared behind a bead curtain. When I didn't follow he poked his head out and gestured. "Come come, dis vay. Very speciar"

I followed him in the back and found him climbing a ladder. When he reached the top he retrieved a single black, leather cased box about 18" x 18" and about 5 inches deep. Judging from the dust on it's surface it had been there for quite some time. He brought it down cleaning the dust off with his hand and wiping it off on his pants. There was a strange metallic symbol in the center of the lid. He pressed a button in the center of the symbol and the lid popped open. Inside was a heavy black leather corset. Clearly of very fine quality and heavily boned, it was way nicer and more expensive than the cheap bedroom corset I had bought for Jen from Frederick's of Hollywood. This was the real deal and obviously made by a true craftsman.

"I am sorry but this is out of my price range. Way out of my price range!" I stammered knowing what garments like this were worth "but thanks for."

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence "I make good price, you buy, yes? You vant yes?"

Yes I did vant I thought mocking his accent in my head but I didn't see any way I would be able to afford it.

"Two hunna dolla" he offered with a hopeful look on his face.

Two hundred was the entire budget for my costume. Thinking of everything else I would have to get I told him "I'm sorry but the most I could do is $100." This set off about 10 minutes of intense bartering before we settled on a price of $145. I had just paid the man when a little Chinese woman came out from further back in the store. She took one look at the dusty leather box and grabbed it out of my hands and started screaming at the little man in Chinese. The little old man grabbed it back and passed it to me and started screaming back. There was much frantic gesticulations from both of them as the screaming continued. I don't speak a word of Chinese but it was quite clear to me that she was upset the he had sold the box and the corset within. He turned and said "you go now!" before turning to resume his tirade with the woman. Feeling very awkward and considering that I HAD already paid, I left. I could still hear them screaming at each out on the sidewalk.

It was not until I was on my way home that I realized I had been haggling for something that I didn't need and couldn't afford. I mean I COULD but not for a one time event! This totally blew my budget, now all I had left was $55 to get everything else I needed to pull this off and all I had was some stupid lingerie that would give me a more feminine shape. Other than me kicking myself all the way home the drive was uneventful. 

Getting my new found "treasure" home I decided to find out how much this was actually going to help me. Setting the box on the bed I opened it like the old man at the shop had. Pressing the button the lid popped open. Once again I marveled at the craftsmanship of the corset within. I had more time to examine it and noted that it was a halter style under-bust corset made from some type of leather, maybe its dragon hide leather I comically mused. Turning my attention back to to the corset I noticed that it also had a hidden busk and that the laces seemed to be in good shape.

Deciding that there was no time like the present I stripped down to my boxers and black wife beater tank top and wrapped the corset around my waist. I fastened the busk and slowly started to draw in the laces. Having done his for Jennifer several times I knew to take my time. I worked the laces slowly and after nearly ten minutes I had whittled my waist down to a very feminine shape. This should definitely make finding clothes for this stupid party easier I thought. Still not enough to justify $145 dollars though, hopefully it would fit Jen I thought. I gave the laces one last tug before tying them off. No sooner had I finished the knot that everything went black.

I remembering hearing sounds in the distance. Was that the TV? Then the smell of carpeting. I opened my eyes and realized that I was on the floor. I must have passed out I realized as I stumbled to pick myself up off the floor. I could definitely tell that the corset was limiting my breathing and I knew how women used to "swoon" from wearing them but I was far from being "tight laced". My head was a bit groggy, and I was more than a little unsteady on my feet as I walked to he bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. I tried taking a deep breath to test how constrictive the corset was. It definitely limited my breathing but not enough that I should have blacked out. Glancing at my alarm clock I was shocked to see that it was 11 pm already. I had been out for over an hour! No wonder my mouth felt and tasted like the carpeting I had just peeled myself off of. 

I was on autopilot, rubbing my eyes as I walked into the bathroom. Stepping up to where the sink was I turned on the faucet, filled my hands with the cool wet elixir and bent down and splashed the water on my face. "Mm-mm that's better" I said as I fumbled for the towel to dry my face. Lowering the towel to look at myself in the mirror I got an even bigger surprise than waking up on the floor. Looking back at me was not my face. Well it was but it wasn't. The unkempt brown wavy hair and hazel eyes were the same but the angular features that I shaved every other day had been replaced by soft smooth contours. Very feminine contours. I was also looking at myself from a much lower angle than my normal 6'1". The more I took in the more I started panicking. Large breasts spilled over the top of the corset stretching the fabric of the 'wife beater' I was wearing. My boxer shorts hung loose on my hips and my legs had the muscular tone of a gymnast or ballet dancer. Then I remembered the little old mans "understanding and wide eyed" look "Oh, you vant to be woman" he had said. Oh my God! Was this permanent? My breathing was coming in quick, short gasps and I felt darkness approaching, I really was going to Swoon! Frantically my fingers worked the laces as fast as I could without getting them knotted. Once I had the corset loose enough to unhook the busk I shed the garment on the floor. I had the brief sensation of falling before darkness took me again.

Consciousness came a little quicker this time. Seeing the corset laying next to brought me completely to my senses. Frantically I examined my hands and and body before I got up and confirmed that I was myself again. Breathing a shaky sigh of relief I pushed myself to my feet. I walked to the mirror and confirmed everything else was back to normal.

Retrieving the corset and its case I carried them to the couch and sat down to think. This corset had somehow, magically, transformed me into a woman! Trying to figure out as much as I could I inspected the corset. I already knew that it was leather so my examination turned to the other details. The boning appeared to be actual whale bone and not the new steel spiral springs. That fact indicated that it must be VERY old. The stitching was very good but slightly uneven, it was SO good though that I had to get right up on it looking for something, meaning it had been made without a sewing machine. Other than the obvious quality there was nothing remarkable, no marks, tags, or symbols. Next I checked the case, maybe I would have better luck there. Inside the lid was some writing in Chinese but since I don't read Mandarin I didn't know what it said. I imagined that it explained what I had already figured out but I made a mental note to stop back at the store to get some more information.




Bound Ch. 01: Bound for Fun



Knowing nothing more about the corset or the case I sat down to think. As I sat there on the couch some ideas started to form. I worked them out on paper so I would not forget anything. Looking carefully at my list I knew that the most important thing was being able to ACT, not just LOOK the part. That was going to involve a LOT of practice as well as some new clothes. Which would of course involve me leaving the house as a woman. This was going to be interesting.

It was getting late but I decided I really needed to experiment before I did anything else. Especially if I was planning to leave the apartment while wearing the corset tomorrow. Once again I placed the heavy leather garment around my middle. Knowing what to expect this time I moved to the bedroom before I drew the laces in. Sitting on the bed I prepared myself as I finished tying the laces.

A short time later I lifted my head from the pillow. This time I spent more time examining the feminine body that the corset had turned me into. I was pretty with soft facial features, high cheekbones, large eyes and a cute little nose. My breast were large, especially on my small frame, and I had shapely hips with lean muscular legs. Standing back to look at myself in the full length mirror I could actually see a "family" resemblance to my former self. Like I was my own sister, if I had one. I was much shorter though, maybe only 5'4". A quick check on the bathroom scale let me know that I only weighed 110 lbs. A far cry from my normal 225. 

Having little idea how woman's clothes were sized what I needed was some woman's clothes to try on. I had always felt funny about Jennifer leaving clothes or shoes at my place so the only woman's clothes were some lingerie and the, as she put it "the risque boots." They were these black, lace up, thigh high, 6" high heel stiletto boots with a 2" platform with three straps one that wrapped around at the ankle, one below and another above the knee. I bought for her last year for her birthday. She had worn them for me around the house a couple of times but that was it. Since they were the only womens footwear in the apartment I decided to try them on. Sitting on the edge of the bed I slipped my legs in, zipped and laced them up before adjusting the buckles. I was amazed and more than a little pleased, the size 7 boots fit perfectly. Standing was awkward at first but I got used to it quicker than I thought. Walking back to the mirror I took it all in. They were so sexy, coming up to nearly mid-thigh. It was strange being pitched so far forward from the heels, add that to the platform shifting my reference to ground made me realize that I was going need a lot of practice. Thankfully, I had no experience walking in high heels whatsoever so I had nothing to compare it to. With a little experimenting walking around my apartment I had some success. Watching myself in the mirror however I quickly realized that I would need A LOT MORE practice to make it look natural. 

Happy with my discoveries so far I sat down on the couch, still in the corset, and crossed my boot encased legs to watch a little late night TV. As I was channel surfing I came across some movie on Lifetime right at the beginning of a sexy love scene. It interested me more than it normally would have. Watching it made my body tingle all over, it all felt so naughty and voyeuristic, like I was watching my neighbors make love through an open window. I sat there watching the man and the woman on the TV program so intently I couldn't blink. The woman was so submissive, letting the man take control, yet you could see that she was guiding his actions. Was he really the one in control or did she just let him feel that way? 

When he began kissing her neck I tilted my head and ran my fingers over the same spot imagining that I was the woman being taken. She was straddled across one leg that he pressed in strongly and she threw her head back from the pleasure. Her head came down and eyes opened wide when he grabbed and pulled her legs around him. Leaning in for a kiss his hands found hers, fingers interlaced he stretched her arms above her head. He pressed what had to be a hard throbbing cock against her pussy.

My breath was starting to come quicker as I watched the program and I couldn't believe it was having this effect on me. Doing my best to recreate what was happening onscreen I lay back on the couch one arm flung behind me while the other was rubbing my pussy through my boxer shorts. Like the woman on TV I submitted to the passion. When he took his shirt off I watched with the same interest that she did and when he disrobed her I slid my boxers off revealing my hairy pussy. I didn't have a cock thrusting into me but neither did she, though you would never be able to tell by the acting, she was so good. She panted and thrust and clawed at her faux lover in a mock lovemaking scene as my fingers pinched my hard nipples and played with my sensitive clit. By the time the scene was over and they flipped to a commercial I was too far gone. Quickly pressing mute on the remote to avoid any distractions I closed my eyes and finished the scene in my head. My entire body shook with the force of my orgasm, my breath coming raggedly. I crossed my legs putting pressure on my clit that seemed to extend my feeling of bliss without overwhelming me like touching that sensitive button did. Drawing my legs up on the couch I drifted.

I awoke early the next morning still on the couch. I was a bit shocked when I saw the boots and my softer, feminine hands. I guess the concept or "residual self image" from 'The Matrix' is not that far fetched. Remembering the events of the night before, and quickly realizing it was not just some crazy dream, it was time to put my plan into action. I moved to the bedroom to remove the boots and corset. This time a brief 5 minutes passed before I came to.

I showered and brushed my teeth. I tried to brush my hair into a more feminine style while it was still wet so that once I made the transformation I could finish it without it sticking every which way. Thankfully it had been months since my last trim so I had a bit more hair to work with. 

Trying to decide what to wear was very difficult. I finally decided on one of my wife beater tanks fresh out of the package. I had noticed that even on my 6'1" frame that a brand new one, straight out of the package, would come down to mid thigh if I stretched them out. On this body even with the curves it should be a bit lower. I also grabbed a black leather garter belt out of the risque bag along with some stockings. The stockings had a silver sheen to them with a black reinforced toe and a black back seam that went up to the black and gray welt. I pulled the Black wife beater on and stretched it down as far as I could, about mid thigh like I thought, and then donned the corset. A minute or so after tying the laces I woke up. My new curves were definitely on display I thought, turning this way and that, checking myself out in the mirror. I pulled my makeshift dress down as far as I could and got it down to about 2" above my knees.

The main issue that I had was that while the corset may have made me a woman it did not remove any hair from my legs, armpits or add any to my head. I was still me, just female. It was then that I decided to go "all in". Sitting on the edge of my bathtub I hiked up my "dress", lathered my legs all the way up to my thighs. Being careful around my ankles and knees I shaved my legs smooth. Standing in the tub to examine my work til I was satisfied that I hadn't missed any spots I turned my attention to my pussy. I first trimmed the hair with some scissors before I lathered it as well. Taking a deep breath with a steady hand I began removing the hair from my most sensitive place. I debated shaving my pussy into a California strip but in the end I just went bare. I managed to shave myself pretty well with only a couple of nicks around my ankle. After rubbing lotion on my now bare legs and pussy I pulled my dress down and walked to the closet.

Putting on the stockings after I already had the corset on was a bit of a chore but I succeeded in pulling them up pretty high. The welt was only visible when I bent way over and the boots covered everything else leaving only about a inch between the boot tops and the bottom of my dress. Grabbing four hundred dollars from my emergency stash and, unable to find anywhere to go with it, tucked it into the front of my corset between my breasts.

Seeing that it was only 8 O'clock and knowing the mall stores didn't open til 10 I took my experiment to YouTube. Looking up "how to walk in high heels" I was surprised how many videos there were. I practiced my "new" walk back and forth down the hall a for half an hour before doing my hair. Parting my hair down the middle and combing it back I was surprised that I had enough length to put it up into two small ponytails. It made me look like a naughty schoolgirl with the rest of the outfit but I was OK with that. After all I was getting different clothes anyway.

I got to the mall just after the stores started opening. I had been shopping with Jennifer before so I knew which stores were trendy and had the hottest clothes. The first thing I was going to need though was makeup, so that was my first stop. Once I got to the Clinique makeup counter I was greeted by a beautiful woman. I explained that I was "stuck in a rut" and needed a makeover which was why I came in sans-makeup. She complimented me on my complexion and facial lines before working here magic. Two hours and $150 later I had a basic "starter kit." I could have EASILY spent the entire $400 on makeup alone but I still needed some lingerie, pants, skirts, and a few blouses.

I quick jaunt into Victoria's Secret got me measured, an impressive 32 D, and several matching sets of bras and panties. After paying I slipped back in to the changing room and slipped in to one of the thongs. It felt weird at first but after a few minutes I forgot that I was wearing anything.

Express, New York & Company, and The Gap filled out the remainder of my clothing needs. As I was walking back to my car I passed one of those novelty shops with all the goofy stuff that the teeny bopper's love looking at but never buy. They had this very cool Rhinestone masquerade mask on display that would work great with the costume I had in mind. As I was checking out, the man behind the counter, who was about my age, was obviously "checking me out" and stripping me with his eyes. It should have bothered me, after all I was a straight male inside this highly desirable female body, instead I blushed when he told me how beautiful I was. I had a hard time talking when his hand grazed mine as he gave me my change. Thankfully when he asked for my phone number I came to my senses a bit and told him "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

I was walking to the car as fast as I could, hobbled as I was, in those 6" heels when I realized that I needed different shoes. I am sure that I made the young man at the shoe stores day when he took off my boots and saw my stockings. My dress had ridden up a quite bit when I sat down and the welt was coming into view and the material of my "dress" was being drawn tight across my thighs so that the buttons from the garter belt were clearly on display if you knew what to look for. As he slid a pair of silver and rhinestone high heeled sandals onto my feet I could see the bulge in his khakis. 'Did I do that' I thought, unable to draw my eyes away. I started feeling a tingling between my legs and my nipples strained against fabric of my improvised dress. My breathing was starting to come quicker and it was not from the corset. As he raised his gaze to my eyes I knew he caught me looking at the tent in his pants, just as I had caught him sneaking a peek up my dress to the lime green thong I was wearing.

There was an awkward pause before I stood up and said "I love them" and took a few practice steps "and they fit perfectly." I said giving a twirl before coming back to sit down. They were beautiful and showcased my legs. "I think I'll wear them out. Do you have a bag big enough for my boots?" 

On the way to the register I also saw some high heeled saddle shoes. "excuse me" I said my eyes getting wider "do you have THESE in a 7?"

"Let me check." he replied and disappeared into the back. He returned quickly with 2 boxes in his hand. "this shoe sometimes runs a bit small so I brought a 7 ½ as well." He started with the 7 ½ which was a bit loose on my feet while the 7 fit perfectly. I should have known he would take every opportunity to sneak another peak. 

I now understand why women love shoes. They are more than just an accessory they are totally an extension of your personality. 

"Look, I get off work in a few hours. I would love to take you out for a coffee or something. I mean if you want to that is." The young man said as I was paying for my new found treasures.

I was actually intrigued, not like the guy in the novelty shop who seemed like a pot head only working to pay for his next buzz, this young man seemed to have his act together. Plus he WAS kinda cute (wait, did I just think that?) dressed in his black button up shirt and his khaki pants. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I inquired.

"Luke." he nervously replied. "My name is Luke." 

"What time do you get off Luke?" I asked. I knew I was leading him on, God this had happened to me more than once.

"3 O'clock." he answered

"I'll be honest with you Luke, probably not. You're a bit young for my taste but you seem sweet. If I change my mind...I know where to find you." I tried letting him down easily with the hope that maybe something would happen. "Thanks again for all the help." 

"I hope you change your mind." he said handing me my change. "Here, my sister works over at the nail salon and she always gives me these to hand out to customers." he said handing me a card. "its a coupon for $50 off a Manicure or Pedicure. Her name is Ashley"

"Aww! Thanks again Luke." I said genuinely touched. "Bye." I said and waved. Call me a tease if you want but I accentuated my hips movement slightly as I walked out of the store.

Wearing my new heels I noticed I got a few less nasty looks from the other woman and less leering looks from the men. All in all, I guess you win some and lose others. I was nearly out of money and the thought of a pedicure was interesting but removing my stockings in a nail salon in a mall was out of the question. Instead I took my new found treasures and headed home.

Driving in heels was definitely different, after I nearly got into an accident I drove a lot more careful. I had to keep in mind that in this body I did not have a license to drive. As I pulled in to my parking lot I noticed Jennifer's car in the guest slot. "Shit! What is she doing here? Crap! Maybe I can get in without her seeing me" I parked in the underground parking and quickly tossed my days purchases in the trunk and walked into the building and down the hall to my apartment. The high heels forced me to take smaller steps so I used that to make it seem like I was looking for something. Coming around the corner from the garage entrance Jennifer turned and looked at me as she knocked on the door to my apartment. 'Oh Man, am I glad I changed out of those boots Jen would have recognized THOSE immediately' I thought. 

I put on my best smile and walked right up to her "Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you but do you live here?" I said thinking quickly. "I'm looking for the apartment manager. I saw the sign out front about the apartment" The apartments had a pretty quick turnover, there was almost always at least one apartment empty.

"I'm afraid not, my boyfriend does but the guy you want to talk to is Tony. Unfortunate he's only here during the week." she answered.

"Oh, OK. Hi, I'm Danielle" I said extending my hand "I'm kinda new." as in 'I've only been a woman for a few hours new' I thought to myself "and trying to find a place to stay. Is this place decent? No bedbug infestations or anything like that?" I asked trying to make conversation.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer." she said extending her hand to shake mine "It's nice to meet you Danielle. It's OK I guess. My boyfriend Dan has been here a couple of years I think. Though I am pretty sure he stays because he absolutely hates moving, not because he likes the place." Jennifer said with a smile. "I was actually hoping to see him today. I had some crazy work meetings this weekend but the rest of the meetings for today got canceled and I was hoping to spend some time with him."

"Oh, well have a good night. I hope you guys have fun." OH MY GOD, does my timing SUCK!! I thought to myself. Here I am less than 10' from sanctuary. I could change back, let her in and have an amazing night with her but NO I am standing here in a magical corset that changes men into women wearing a makeshift dress and high heels talking to her like a perfect stranger!

"Thanks but I don't think that's going to happen. He thinks I'm working all weekend and has apparently made plans with his friends." she said sticking out a pouty lip. "You say your new, would you like to get a bite to eat or something?" she asked "I'm starving. Work was supposed to be feeding us but that got canceled with the meeting."

"No, really, I can't" I said still trying to find a way to get into my apartment and out of this corset. "I should probably get going."

"Please, I don't feel like cooking tonight and I HATE going out to eat by myself." she asked again.

"You know what, sure, why not?" What was I saying? "Nothing too late though" I couldn't believe I was saying the words as they came out of my mouth. Why didn't I just say 'No, I have other plans?' Next thing I know I am walking down the hall with my new BFF to check out some Pizza place she had just heard about.

We made quite the pair at the pizza place which was also happened to be a bar. She was wearing her business skirt, a smart blouse, and some patent 4" high heel pumps I had never seen. She had her hair done up in a tight bun that made her look like a naughty librarian. Jennifer complimented me on my makeshift dress. "I can't believe you could take something so cheap like a tank top like that and make it look so classy! And that corset is AMAZING! I've always loved corsets but I don't think I could pull off something like that." she leaned in and whispered. "by the way are those stockings as well?" 

"To be honest that's all I've ever worn." I whispered back winking. And it was true, "Danielle" had never worn anything but stockings, I thought to myself.

"Oh my gawd that is SO cool. I have some with the back-seam but I have always been too scared of what people would think if I wore them out in public. Especially if I wore them around the office. Maybe I should just start wearing some and who cares what they think. I know my boyfriend Dan would love it if I did." she admitted. She also loved the shoes I was wearing and when she found out we were the same size she practically begged to try them on. We actually ended up trading shoes at that point. The closed toe pumps had a completely different feel to them but I liked them too.

In between getting hit on several times by different College guys she told me a bit about herself, about her mom, her job, and about her boyfriend (me). I was amazed at how quickly and easily she shot down other suitors and to listen to her tell me about myself was truly humbling. I told her a bit about "myself" trying to stay as close to my own real life experience as I could. Making up an entirely new life story would have been a disaster. Several hours later only a few pieces of pizza were left and we were finishing up our drinks when the waiter let us know that our bill had been taken care of by the College guys at the bar. Jennifer and I, with our legs still crossed, turned in their direction and mouthed a "Thank you" and waved.




Bound Ch. 01: Bound for Fun



"Should we go over and say thank you?" I asked Jen.

"No, DEFINITELY not." she answered "if we do that then we will morally obligated to have a drink with them. The next thing you know they will be inviting us back to the Frat house for some beer pong. Shortly after that the beer bong comes out and you wake up in the morning wondering where your panties are. No, trust me just wave, its best this way." she said smiling. "you ready to go? Where do you live I'll give you a ride?"

"That would be great. Actually if you could just drop me back at those apartments I can walk from there. I have friends nearby that I am staying with. It has been a LONG day for me and you said you have more meetings tomorrow morning so we probably should get going. Thank you SO much for tonight. I had a great time." I meant it too. I really did. I got to have a girls night out with my girlfriend and saw a side I had never seen before."I can't remember the last time I had a girls night out."

As she pulled up to drop me off she said "Hey, let me have your number so we can do this again sometime." pulling out her phone to program my number.

"Would you believe that I don't have a phone yet?" the look on her face was priceless. "Hey I said I was new. It was on my list of things to do today and it didn't get done." I explained.

"Wow, that would have been first on my list." she answered "Well, here is my number she said writing it on my hand. Call me! We have to do this again!" she said as she leaned over to give me a hug. "Maybe next time we can go dancing."

"That would be great." remembering the feeling of her soft breasts pressing against mine. "When I get my phone tomorrow I will give you a call so you have the number. Night!"

She had pulled up in front of the building when she let me out so I started walking expecting her to pull away. When I saw her heading back to the guest lot, probably to see if I was home one more time, I panicked. As soon as I couldn't see her car anymore I started running. I found out that running in 4" heels is not easy but desperation lent me speed that night. I made it into the building and into my apartment. I had the corset off in no time flat. Thankfully the time that I was passed out was less every time. Rolling off the bed a short 30 seconds later I picked up the corset, the box, the stockings, thong, garter belt and high heels and shoved them in the back of my closet. I quickly pulled on a pair of boxers, a t-shirt and some pajama bottoms and still had time to crack a beer open. I was still pouring the beer into a pint when I heard Jennifer coming down the hallway.

Setting down the glass and the beer I was just about to answer the door when I saw my reflection in the hall mirror. I was still wearing my makeup and my hair was still up in pigtails! As if that was not enough I also had her number written on my hand where she had given it to "Danielle". Trying not to panic, and also make no noise, I made my way to the bathroom and took down my hair when she knocked on the door. Using the makeup remover I vigorously scrubbed my face. I was amazed at how well it worked I was just finishing when there was another knock, a bit louder this time. Composing myself I answered the door. Jennifer was standing there. I blinked in surprise, or at least that was my intent. "Well this is a nice surprise! I thought you had to work? Come on in. Can I get you something? Beer? Wine?"

"No, I can't." she said coming in "Actually I can't stay long I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see you."

"In the neighborhood? You live on he other side of town!" I questioned trying to sound puzzled.

"Work had some issues with the presentation today and let us go early." she said taking off her jacket, hanging off the back of a chair.

"Why didn't you call? We could have gone to a movie or something." I said.

"I wanted to surprise you so I just came over instead. But you weren't here." she explained. 

"I went for a drive earlier because I was getting a little stir crazy." I only partially lied.

"It's OK Dan. I think it may be good you WERE out. I met someone." she said

"You met someone?" I feigned concern. "You're not breaking up with me are you?" 

"No silly" she said "I'm not leaving you but when I was knocking on your door this woman named Danielle came up to me. She was actually looking to see Tony about renting an apartment here. Anyway we got to talking and ended up going out for pizza."

"So you ARE replacing me, but with a woman. Is she at least hot?" I inquired.

"Oh, she is totally hot." she teased "She's this tiny little thing and VERY pretty. Interesting fashion sense but it works on her. Oh, and she was telling me about herself. I was amazed how similar her life is to yours. She could practically be your twin!" I choked on my beer when she said that.

"Sorry, went down the wrong pipe" I choked out my face beat red. 

"You OK?" she asked slapping me in the back.

"Fine, I'm fine." I said finally clearing my throat. I took another drink to finish washing the remnants down.

"How old is she?" I asked.

"I don't know, our age I think, 22-23. We should have her over for dinner some time. She's staying with friends somewhere near here." she said standing up "well I gotta get going sweetie, like I said I just wanted to see you for a bit. Tomorrow's meeting is early and I can't show up in the same thing I wore today or else I would stay. Love you." she said as she leaned in and gave me a kiss. 

I gave her the kiss she was expecting but didn't let it end there. I trailed kisses back behind her ear, her kryptonite, and she became putty in my arms. She sighed, pressing her body against mine and began to protest as my kisses made their way to her neck and shoulders.

"Daniel, no. Please, unlike you I have to work on Friday's." there was little force to her words and that was fading as my hands began untucking her shirt. "Please, I need to get going." she tried again. When I felt her arms encircle my waist I knew she was done. Placing my hands on her hips I turned my attention back to her lips. My tongue darted out teasing her lips and her tongue as they parted. She was kissing back with unbridled passion now, her arms going up to encircled my neck. She leaned heavily into me as her knees got weak her thighs rubbing up against mine. Reaching behind I found the zipper to her skirt and pulled it down. Letting the skirt slide down her legs to the ground I leaned down placing an arm behind her knees and scooped her up. Carrying her to the bedroom I continued kissing those soft sweet lips. I paused at the doorway and gazed at her face until she opened her eyes wondering why I had stopped, looking deep into her soul I kissed her again, my eyes willing hers to look into mine.

"Oh, Daniel." she said and I turned to carry her through the doorway.

Setting her carefully on the bed I continued kissing her while unbuttoning her shirt. Tilting her head back as her breasts came into view I licked and kissed those sweet golden globes reveling in the effect I was having on her. Her hands grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it over my head as I pushed her shirt off her shoulders.

I could tell she was trying to regain some control over the situation when she took a deep shuttering breath and crossed her legs while pushing me onto my back. Kissing her way from my lips down my chest to the waist of my pants before pulling them down.

"You shaved? Oh you naughty boy!" she exclaimed "This should be interesting" she said as she pulled my cock out of my pants giving it a kiss for good measure.

I had forgotten about "Danielle" and her shaved pussy. Thankfully Jennifer found it interesting that I had shaved my junk.

"I figured since you shave for me that you might like if I returned the favor" I replied.

"I do." she responded as she removed my pants and boxers, my rock hard cock still in her hand. "you are such a naughty boy I should tie you up and 'punish' you." her fingers dipped into her panties as she said it. Pulling down her thong and taking off her bra she climbed onto the bed with her shoes still on. The look in her eye alone drove me back to the center of the bed and then up near the headboard. When I ran ourt of room to retreat she straddled me. The lips of her pussy parted around the shaft of my cock and she slid it back and forth while grinding on it, her juices flowing freely. Lowering herself down to my chest she began kissing me again while working her juicy pussy on my hard shaft. She slid up, and then down slightly, the head of my cock catching at her entrance. She held herself there looking at me much in the same way that I looked at her in the doorway. When our eyes locked she pushed back and down. Jennifer's eyes began to flutter after I was about half way in and by the time I was all the way in her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and her mouth wide open in a silent scream. 

"Oh my God Jennifer." I said as I caressed her body impaled as it was on my rod.

"Mmmmm" was all she could say, then she started grinding oscillating her hips around my shaft. I sat up putting my arms behind her and began kissing her again as she worked. Pressing her breasts against me she kissed me back her arm sneaking in so her finger could play with her pussy while she used my cock. Her fingers played her clit like Eddie Van Halen on an electric guitar. Sitting completely upright she wrapped her legs around my body, squeezing as her climax neared. Putting one arm around her and holding her tight, I planted a knee and the other hand. Jennifer locked her ankles behind my back as I lifted her up, flipped her over and thrust into her hard as I set her down. I kept enough room between us so that she could continue playing with herself, and so that I could watch, and thrust repeatedly into her. Jennifer's motions were getting more and more desperate and I knew she must be getting close. I came with a rapid pistoning action and that was all it took for her, she grabbed me and pulled me close, driving her pussy hard into each of my thrusts, her mouth seeking mine. 

Intertwining her high heel clad legs around mine she would tighten her pussy down on my shaft eliciting another spastic twitch from my dwindling erection. Jennifer's body glistened with the perspiration of our lovemaking and her breathing was slowly returning to normal. "set your alarm for 5:30 please." she asked as she slipped off her shoes. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I really need to be at home but I am in no condition to drive after getting fucked like that!" she said as I reset the alarm to get her up in the morning. 

"I'm sorry." I said snuggling back up to her. "I missed you and didn't want you to go." She threw a leg over mine and I could feel our cum leaking from her pussy.

"It's fine Sweetheart." she said giving me small passionate kisses "I needed that!" before falling asleep in my arms.

When morning came I got up and made her breakfast before walking her to the door giving her another kiss as she left. "Bye" I waved as she walked down the hall.

"Now remember I will be busy with work today, all weekend and all next week." She turned back to remind me. "I can only imagine what you are going to be like after the party. Bye sweetie" she blew me a kiss and waved before I closed the door.

My heart was still pounding after she left. God that was close! 'So she needed a good fuck and thinks "Danielle's a hot little thing does she.' I thought to myself. 

Walking back to my room I pulled out everything that I had stuffed in the back of my closet from the night before. 'somehow I had made my girlfriend believe that I was a member of the "girls club"' I thought as I touched the cool leather of the corset. I had also fooled Luke AND the college guys at the pizza place. Was I that good or was it the magic in the corset helping me? Come to think of it, why were my blackout times between transformations getting shorter? Was my body getting acclimated to the transformation process? Would the transformation become permanent if I did it for too long or too many times? All very good questions, I will have to be careful, I thought. 

Picking up my cell phone I gave Jim a call. RING RING.

"Hello." Jim said as he picked up

"Jim. How you doing?" I inquired

"Fine Danny boy was-sup?" he asked

I hated it when he called me that. "Doing good, hey you said you're my guy if I want to make any more bets." I said putting the next phase of my plan in action.

"Oh you know it buddy." he said the excitement in his voice apparent.

"Good, cuz I have my costume now and I think it's so good you won't even recognize me." I said trying to lure him in.

"So what are you thinking, standard bet $100?" I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was excited.

"Make it $200 and your on." 

"Oh Danny you just don't know when to quit. Done and done. Now for the rules. When you get there they are going to mark your hand so show that you paid. After 11 they have a bumper sticker they give out every year to show you were there. You have to have both when I see you the next morning." He said laughing "have a good night."

Good I was hoping he would come up with the rules for proving I was actually at the party. This was going to be easier than I thought. I now knew from Jennifer giving her number to my "alter ego" Danielle, that something written, or stamped, on the skin would survive the transformation. This was going to be an easy $200 that would more than pay for the corset. Win Win.

Slipping on a pair of shoes I walked down to my car and retrieved my shopping bags. Laying everything out on my bed I took stock. There was my corset of course and my makeup, three skirts, one a denim micro miniskirt, another a short plaid skirt and the last a knee length pencil skirt. There were two pairs of pants, one a pair of "skinny jeans" and the other a pair of boot cut dress slacks that made my butt look good. There were also four blouses sand two t-shirts, a cute purse and wallet, and then of course my shoes and the boots I had started the day wearing. The clearance racks and sale prices had been good to me I thought as I surveyed everything on the bed.

Picking out a matching bra and panty set, a pretty purple leopard print tanga thong with a front close racer-back push-up bra, the pencil skirt and a pretty purple low-cut button up blouse, I decided to see what I could do. I grabbed some fishnet thigh highs from the risque bag and set those and the saddle shoes with the rest of the clothes.

Jennifer had just left and I knew she would be at work all day. I took a deep unsteady breath as I settled the corset around my waist. Maybe it was just the anticipation of what I had in mind or I was actually starting to enjoy this because I had butterflies in my stomach as I started drawing in the laces. I pulled them extra tight this time, as tight as I could get them in fact. The transformation no longer took me by surprise. I finished tying the laces and seconds later I opened my eyes and saw "Danielle" looking back. I didn't fall this time I realized, I wondered if would ever be able to witness the transformation as it took place. Running my hands over my trim corseted waist I turned to see myself in the mirror. I stood up on my toes and turned to see the rest of my body. I did have a nice butt I thought, the skin of my bare pussy shining in the light. 

Picking up the panties I slowly drew them up my smooth muscular legs. I remembered the little show that Jennifer had put on for me and did my best to recreate that. As I finished drawing them up I straightened the waistband checking myself out in the mirror again. Picking up the bra I put my arms in as I wrapped it around me. I settled my large breasts into the cups and fastened the front closure. Wanting a bit more cleavage I reached into the cups and drew my breasts out and re-positioned them for maximum exposure. D cup breasts on a 32" frame is almost obscene. Almost. I made it look amazing especially considering the extra boost coming from the corset. Pulling up the lace top thigh highs proved to be a slight challenge. I had drawn the corset so tight that I had little to no movement in my waist. Once I had them up as high as they would go, about 4" short of my honeypot, I slipped into the pencil skirt and saddle shoes. 

Taking my makeup bag to the bathroom I began applying it like I had been taught. I didn't have any facial blemishes to cover up so it was straight to foundation I made sure to blend it down and over my chin to my neck and into my hair. A slight amount of blush to accentuate and lift my cheekbones. Eye liner and mascara to highlight my eyes. I chose to go with a more smoky look for my eyes than I had worn the day before. When I was done I was amazed with the results. Lip stick with a glossy coat and the effect was complete. I giggled as I blew myself a kiss. If Luke, the shoe salesman, saw me now he would cream in those khakis not just pitch a tent.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go." I said to myself as I began buttoning up my purple blouse. Pulling my hair back into the pigtails like I had worn the day before, I walked around the apartment practicing my walk, sitting down, standing up, crossing and uncrossing my legs. Wanting to be practical and have everything look as natural as possible I began picking up around the apartment. Cleaning the bedroom, the living room and kitchen. I even walked down to the laundry mat in the basement and did a few loads of laundry. As evening approached I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of Chardonnay. I noticed as I drank a bit more I started loosening up and everything came easier. Maybe I was over thinking everything? It was then that I decided to truly test out my new skills I needed to take them "out into the wild" I giggled to myself thinking about the leopard print lingerie I was wearing.

There were no bars close enough to my apartment to walk to in 4" heels so I picked one that was close enough that I would not have to drive far, and where if I did get too drunk I could take off the heels and walk barefoot. I decided on a pseudo sports bar a few blocks away called "Third Base". There were always good looking woman there and, being a sports bar, lots of men. Giving my lips a touch up I grabbed my purse and headed out. I am glad I got there when I did no less than 10 minutes later there was a bouncer at the door carding everyone. If I kept this up I was going to need to find a way to get an ID for "Danielle". Finding a seat at the bar I sat down, crossed my legs and surveyed the room. There were a fair amount of people there already even though it was still early. I had just opened my purse to pay for my glass of wine when I heard.

"I'll get that." came a voice from over my shoulder.

I turned to see who it was. He was tall, about the same height that I was normally, with short but wavy hair and hazel eyes. He had the muscular tone of a man that works with his hands but his nails were clean so you knew he cared about his appearance. He had a confidence in his stature that commanded attention. 

"Thanks." I said taking a drink sip "to what do I owe this honor?" 

"for having the courage to come in alone." he replied

"and how do you know I'm alone?" I said gazing into his eyes while sipping my wine. I almost laughed when I saw that confidence shake ever so slightly. So, not so confident after all I thought.

"What I mean is that you didn't need all of your girlfriends around you when you came in." he replied "Hi, I'm Chris."

"I'm Danielle. Nice to meet you" I said extending my my hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you too." Chris said as he took my hand and placed a soft kiss on the backside that made me flutter inside.

Chris sat down and we started talking. His fiance had just left him a few months earlier. They had been high school sweethearts and had been engaged for just over a year. He had bought a house for the two of them to start a family when he learned that she was having an affair with her boss, a man more than twice her age and that she was pregnant with his child. Chris was a carpenter and had made all kinds of upgrades to the house so that it would be ready when they started a family. Now he was stuck with the house because of the collapse in the market. This was his favorite "watering hole" because it has only 5 houses away from where he lived.




Bound Ch. 01: Bound for Fun



I was so interested with the descriptions of his house that when he asked if I would like to see it sometime I immediately said "Sure, how bout now?"

Walking to his house I must have given a little shiver because the next thing I knew he was wrapping his coat around me. We finished the walk holding hands, my small fingers interlaced with his. 

His house was everything he had said and more. It was very impressive, from the large deck and pergola to the open concept kitchen. the living room to the rec room with a wet bar in the basement. The Master Bathroom had a large whirlpool tub with speakers and a radio for listening to spa music.

"Chris, this is amazing!" I told him taking in everything

"Thanks" he replied "Would you like a glass of wine."

"Yes, that would be nice." I said as I sat on his couch. I sat near the edge with my knees together and to the side when he came in with my wine. It was a very good wine I discovered with the first sip. Sitting back up against the pillows crossing my legs I forgot myself in his company.

You have to understand that I had started this night as nothing more than an experiment. Simply a test of whether or not I could pull off "being" a woman. What I still didn't understand at this point was that while the corset had made me "into" a woman I still had the mindset of a man. I was still technically a man with a mans needs. This body however had needs of its own. Needs that my "man" brain was wholly incapable of dealing with. Which is why 2 hours and 3 glasses of wine later I was on my knees in Chris's living room. His pants around his ankles and his cock buried deep in my eager mouth. I was sucking, slurping and stroking it like a wanton whore. My free hand dipped inside my skirt as I started playing with my pussy. I did everything that I had ever experienced on Chris's cock and some things that I came up with on the spot. I worked on him in time to my own approaching orgasm timing them to happen at the same time and it did. It hit me just as Chris's cum was hitting me in the back of the throat. "Mmmmm Mmmmm Mmmmm" I hummed into his cock as it was shooting his seed into my mouth while my entire world exploded. An explosion that emanated from my pussy. Every drop that he gave me I swallowed. I thought it was creamy, salty and sweet. I continued sucking his cock until it no longer responded to my actions.

"Oh My God." I sighed as I collapsed resting my head on his lap.

"Oh My God is right Danielle." he responded "That was incredible!" he took my chin in his hands and raised my face to his. His kiss surprised me especially when his tongue invaded my mouth. Too exhausted to fight I kissed him back, my tongue seeking out his.

My mind was in total rebellion. I had just sucked a cock. I had willingly, eagerly swallowed cum. Was I gay? 

'NO, I am not gay!' My mind screamed at itself. 'I like chicks. I like big tits and tight pussy and getting MY dick sucked!'

'Are you sure? Cuz you just sucked a dick and you really seemed to enjoy it.' My mind rebutted.

"I'm so sorry." I said breaking off the kiss "I didn't mean for it to go this far." I said stumbling over the words. Retrieving my blouse and brassiere I didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes. I thanked him for the drinks as I put my bra back on. As I buttoned my blouse I gave him a very awkward kiss before excusing myself, the high heels from my saddle shoes clacking on the sidewalk. It was not exactly the "walk of shame" we often hear about but nevertheless I was thankful for the cover of darkness to mask my face.



Bound Ch. 02



*immediate continuance of Pt. 1*

His rough hand released my hair to grab my left breast in a fierce hold with my nipple between his knuckles, while his left hand garroted my right breast into a taunt offering for his mouth. I had only a moment to see his head lower to my chest before the heat of his mouth was scorching my sensitive skin. 

He enclosed my nipple with his burning mouth and bit down. I felt as if his mouth was on another place and I struggled to keep my eyes open as things tightened low in my body. His tongue began to wickedly twirl around my hard peak and cause my breath to come in faster pants. 

After his right hand released my breast with a final pinch, his hand swiftly found my clit and using his weight as an aid, heavily pressed down on me. My back arched in a helpless gesture as my face turned away in denial.

He released my nipple from his mouth only to level his face with mine and taunt me with the words, 

"I knew you would be a hot whore for me! Your body can't deny that you like what I'm doing to you. I'm not going to get you off and stop like a gentleman my dear. I'm going to do to you what I want and get what I need regardless of your wishes. Though it's easy to see you're eager to please. I wonder if there's any proof of how much you want my dick? I know a way I could find out..." As he spoke the last word, he put his face close to mine and his thumb increased pressure on my clit as two of his rough fingers simultaneously entered my tight opening. I arched my back further and sought refuge behind my lids as I let out a wail- heard only as a fleeting noise. 

His voice seemed to deepen in timbre as he growled, "God, you're so wet and tight baby. I wonder how a whore like you is so snug? You're so wet my fingers are already coated in your juices. I'm glad you're not too worn out for me babe because don't forget- this is all about me." 

"I'm going to have to fight to fit in you but that is going to be my favorite part. I'd love to enjoy that hot little mouth of yours but we can't risk you letting anyone know about my fun now can we? And I definitely don't want to give you the chance to cause me more pain than I'm going to cause you."

His fingers began to cruelly thrust in and out of my opening; a warning of what would surely come. With each stab of his fingers, I couldn't help but stare into his eyes and whine as my breath began to catch. My face was getting hotter with each forceful movement and I wished I didn't have tape on my mouth so I could open it in a gasp. In an instant his mouth was upon my breast again and I started to wonder if I could die from pleasure. He began to suck madly as his fingers brushed faster and faster over the sensitive place inside me. I felt as if a tidal wave was building inside of me, pulsing and gaining strength, approaching the vulnerable shore. 

Suddenly my stranger released my nipple and took away his maddening fingers. I was left bereft, staring up at him and twitching as I watched him undo his pants, throw them to the floor, rip off his sweater, and remove his mask in one unified motion. 

In the slanted orange glow from the street lamp, only his manhood and wicked eyes were visible. His member was long, impossibly thick, and glistening in the dim light. It seemed to have a life of its own and jumped as my eyes appraised it. Surrounding his pulsing cock was a swath of dark hair that seemed to be made of the darkness surrounding us- the darkness that contained things to be feared. I had just a moment to panic at the thought of that huge living thing inside me before my captor leaned over me and resumed his assault on my nipple with a powerful tug. My mind was swept clean and I turned into a creature that only felt. 

Each of my nerve endings seemed to be set aflame when I felt the coarse hair of his legs brush over my sensitive thighs and his rough hands encircle my waist with their strength. Then, the creature that I had become could only pay attention to the sucking on my nipple as the intensity slowly increased. 

My imprisoner and liberator sucked and pulled until the line between pleasure and pain blurred, and with a violent thrust of his hips, entered me. Both our eyes widened in shock- each for different reasons. I was shocked at my loss of virtue and the pleasure I felt in it being taken and he was shocked at my presence of virtue and his shattering of its existence.

''Oh my God. I'm your first?'' He raised his head to the ceiling and let out a growl of satisfaction. He looked down at me beneath him and a shiver passed down his body. Because he was inside me, his shiver caused me to writhe in my binds and fight for release as twin tears slid down my cheeks. When he felt my body squeeze and move against him, he threw his head back and put all of his strength into forcing every inch of himself into me until I enveloped him fully. He met the end of me and pulled slowly out, only to thrust harder and faster into me than before. 

He bumped my cervix and caused my breath to hitch. The swift intake of breath didn't go unnoticed- my captor slowly looked down at me and leaned towards my face, ''Interesting how it seems you enjoy all the things I was going to do regardless...'' 

With a satisfied grin, my conqueror pulled halfway out of me and rammed every millimeter of his brutal cock deep into me to hit my end with force. This creature of pleasure I had never seen thrust her hips to receive his member eagerly, as if begging for more. More and more did he give, this mystery man. His speed and strength only succeeded in giving me a pleasure unlike any I had ever felt. At some point during his thrusting, his hands left my waist to slide under my back and imprison my shoulders, while his mouth came down to my breast again to bite and suck. 

I was held immobile by the ropes, his hands, and his weight, but I was still aware enough to realize that at that moment, if given the choice, I wouldn't have told him stop. The ropes at my wrists and ankles began to feel like four hands holding me down, forcing me face my pleasure and doubling it. 

All of a sudden, all thoughts slipped from my mind like sand through a fist as the wave that had been building crashed over my body: destroying, cleansing, shaping, creating me. 

I screamed behind my tape, heard my heart pounding in my ears, struggled within my binds, and was only dimly aware of his hot seed pulsing into me. My stranger gently pealed the tape from my mouth, and fumbled with the knots at my ankles and wrists, releasing me before he collapsed on top of me. 

His weight was pleasant, his still unsteady breath caressing my neck as I felt him brush his lips against me. I had the fleeting thought that my pleasure seemed to ebb the same way it had begun to flow, before the deep sleep only the contented can feel washed over me.



Bound Ch. 02



You lay spread on our bed and test your restraints. You know from experience that the cuffs are secure around your wrists and ankles but you pull on the cords they are attached to. You quickly find that each cord is connected to the others. Pulling with your right arm causes the restraints to tug at your left arm and both legs.

Your nipples ache to be touched as you lay helpless. Little fires seem to dance up and down the bar that pierces them. These fires seem to feed on the larger fire between your legs. You can tell that your clit is swollen and each wriggle you make causes the soft lace of your thong to gently slide against it. This light touch does nothing to satisfy your desire for stronger contact but you can't stop writhing on the bed. 

Your soft opening has become very wet and you can feel trickles of nectar sliding down into the crack of your ass. Your lick your lips and softly whimper knowing that I will provide you with release but only in my own time. You hear the door opening again and quietly moan my name.

"You look even better than before" I remark. "I've found food but for some reason I didn't feel like eating alone." 

You can hear the grin in my voice and your eyes try to pierce the blindfold to see my face. The smell of a ripe apple drifts through the room as you hear me crunch into one. I lean towards your ear and whisper "Hmm, now that I'm here I should help occupy your time."

The sound of the chest at the foot of the bed opening redoubles the desire burning within you. You know what kind of toys rest within it and can't wait for me to start using them on you. My weight on one side of the bed alerts you to my location and you feel my hand firmly grasp one of your breasts. The sudden touch brings another moan to your lips and a sticky, wet touch to the tip of your nipple evokes another. The same ritual repeats with your other breast before you feel my weight leave the bed.

Before long the gel I had applied to the tips of your nipples begins to work. Your complete focus is drawn to them as their sensitivity begins to increase. Where soft tingles once were strong, loud, shouting tingles reside. You know that they are fully engorged and know that they look like two proud erections atop of the mound of your breasts.

With your focus on your breasts you don't notice the sound of a vibrator being turned on. You are introduced to its presence when I press it against the inside of your left thigh. You instantly recognize the feel of our small, four inch vibrator as I slide it along your thigh. It slowly slips from your knee up towards your center and while your nipples are still yelling for your attention your real desire now is to feel that vibe on your clit or sliding into you. Any kind of stimulation more than your lacy black thong is providing would be a relief.

The vibe gets closer and closer to your dripping wet pussy but the closer it gets the slower it moves up your leg. Eventually I press it against the top of your groin, so close to your opening that the vibrations transmitted through your skin can be felt in your clit eliciting more delightful moans from your lips.

I pause there, so close to what you want and your frustration mounts until you try and shift your hips to get the vibe where you want it. I quickly pull the vibe away when you move and start again near your right knee. Once again I start slowly sliding the vibe up your leg.

Your breath has settled into a quick, light rhythm broken by occasional moans and whimpers by the time the vibe is halfway up your thigh. Your nipples continue to throb, sending bolts of pleasure towards your clit. You are dying to have anything solid touch your clit by now but you know that begging will only prolong my teasing.

Eventually the vibe reaches the top of your thigh but the sensations through your body only make your need for it to be pressed against your center stronger. You make another desperate attempt to shift your hips and receive the stimulation you crave but once again I pull the vibe away before there is any contact.

You next feel the vibe as I slide it down your skin under the top of your thong. Your hips press up against its pressure trying to reach your goal. I softly laugh and you hear packing tape being unrolled. Your urgency increases as you writhe and move, needing to have even just a little touch on your clit.

I hold you down with my palm on top of the vibe and you can feel tape against your skin as I secure the vibe to your mound an inch away from your sopping wet, aching, tingling clit.



Bound Ch. 02: Bound for Pleasure



This is the continuation of a story that I have been kicking around in my head for over 10 years. I finally got the motivation to put in down and flesh it out. It picks up right where the last left off, so if you have not read Chapter 1 I would recommend that you do so, as they build on each other and don't stand alone. To those of you who enjoyed the first chapter enough to add it and/or me as a favorite THANK YOU! 

***** 

Slipping into the front seat of my car I dropped my face into my hands and started to cry. What am I doing? Who am I? And a million other questions popped into my head. It had seemed so innocent, use the magic of the corset and some new clothes to go out and have a good time. Get a little practice so that when I went to the costume party I was believable. I never anticipated actually meeting someone I had feelings for. 'Wait a second!' I thought 'Do I have feelings for Chris?' My mind was all a jumble, everything so confusing. I needed to get this corset OFF. Though it was only a couple of miles to my apartment I couldn't get there soon enough. 

Getting out of the car I realized that the underground parking lot, with its burnt out/flickering lights and long shadows, cast by the support pillars, coupled with the sound of my heels reverberating off the thick concrete walls, was suddenly absolutely terrifying. I walked briskly through the garage to my apartment, imminently aware of my vulnerability. When I finally made it back to my apartment I was practically running and my heart was pounding as I tried to get my door unlocked. Leaning my back against the door after I closed, and locked it, I began sobbing. I slid down the door toward oblivion but reality stopped me at the floor, my body quaked as I sobbed and a sea of emotion threatened to overwhelm me. 

Getting up before I drowned in that sea of pent up emotions I walked to the refrigerator, drying my tears and trying to calm my nerves. I needed something to drink to wash the taste of cum out of my mouth. Pouring myself an IPA and taking a long pull was almost enough so I took another long drink. Carrying my beer with me to the bedroom I starting letting down my hair. Taking another drink before setting my glass down, I took off my blouse and slipped out of my skirt. Standing there looking at myself in the full length mirror I took in my body. Clad only in my corset, fish net thigh highs, my underwear and high heels it was undeniable, I was beautiful. It wasn't just my face, it was everything. I was the proverbial "full package", no straight guy would be able to say no if I wanted him. Taking off my bra I massaged my firm breasts as they fell free. 

I was still so confused about what had happened with Chris. While I wanted nothing more than to remove the corset, I felt I needed it on to help work it all out. Thinking back I forced myself to remember the evenings events. 

Chris had just finished giving me a tour of his house when he handed me a glass of wine. He turned on some music, softly so that it would not interfere with our conversation, and we talked for what seemed like forever. Whenever my glass was empty he would refill it. His firm hand was holding and caressing my hand and sometimes my knee as we talked. I was near the end of my third glass when he asked me to dance. I was on cloud nine as I uncrossed my legs, hopped to my feet and told him "yes." He held me so close, my soft body a stark contrast to the muscular rigidity of his. He was strong but so gentle in the way he held me. The smell of his cologne only added to my intoxication. 

Resting my head on his chest I let him guide my movements. His hands that had started on my waist slowly drifted down to my hips and then my butt. His caressing reminded me of the heavily boned corset I was wearing. As that song ended and another began I looked up into his eyes to see if he wanted to continue dancing. He was nearly half a head taller than me even with my high heals on. I felt so weak against him standing like that, yet safe in a way that I couldn't explain. His kiss was unexpected, his lips soft, yet firm, his face slightly prickly like he hadn't shaved that day. My eyes fluttered shut as I began kissing him back, opening my mouth ever so slightly. He took the invitation and soon his tongue flicked into my mouth, teasing my tongue. With the wine, and the dancing, and his cologne, I was getting light headed and leaned heavily on him for balance. 

I could have laughed at the surprised look on his face when I broke the kiss and stepped back from him. Our dancing and kissing had backed him up near the couch. Placing my soft hands gently on his muscular chest I not so gently shoved him down on the couch. I was already unbuttoning my blouse when he started to get back up. His eyes widened as my satin encased breasts came into view. With a sassy smile I flung my blouse across the room. 

Bending down I put my hands on his knees, parted his legs and knelt between them. Leaning in to give him another kiss I began to unbutton his shirt. His shirt off, I ran my hands over his chest. He had good muscle tone, REALLY GOOD muscle tone, I thought as my fingers traced the edges of his 6 pack abs and pecs. I kissed him again before I starting raining kisses down his chest, my fingers working to free his pants. 

Snapping back to reality for a moment, I whimpered with the memory of what had transpired on Chris's couch. My nipples were getting hard and my fingers reaching up to tweak them as I continued my journey down memory lane. 

My eyes sought his as I slowly unbuttoned his pants. Locking eyes I proceeded, unzipping and opening them up to expose his boxer shorts, his erection straining against the fabric. Slowly peeling back the waistband of his boxers I got my first glimpse of the head. I gently kissed that sexy helmet and got my first taste of his cum. 

My mind reeled with the memory while my pussy tingled as I forced myself continue. 

Pulling his boxers down further his cock sprang out. I rubbed it on my face before licking it all the way up the shaft from the base to the head. Coming up over the top of the head I remembered pausing. Was I REALLY going to do this? It felt like the whole world had paused to see what I was going to do next. I looked up to Chris and saw myself reflected in his eyes. My pretty face, poised over his cock, my mouth open slightly. The question answered itself as I watched in the reflection his cock disappear into my mouth. 

Back in my apartment I whimpered with the memory. My mind tried to block out the entire experience while my body was begging for it to continue. Ultimately my body won as it crushed the conflicting thoughts in my head, my fingers playing with my breasts and nipples. Bringing my other hand down to play with my pussy, I took another step on my trip down memory lane. 

His hands were in my hair and mine were on his thighs as I bobbed up and down on his cock taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. He was so gentle with his touch. He was not forcing me deeper than I was willing to go nor preventing me from taking it out of my mouth as I frequently did to kiss him some more, pay more attention to the sensitive place under the head, or lick his balls. He was just resting his hands there, moaning softly, encouraging me to continue. 

Step by step I worked out the memory. Every, cock sucking, detail coming to mind as my fingers worked my pussy. Then in my minds eye it was not Chris I was blowing it was Daniel, myself. Looking down Danielle's face morphed into Jennifer's. It was so bizarre, I could feel my lips wrapped around a cock but I could also feel hands and lips sucking me to orgasm and yet I could also feel my fingers titling my clit and and playing with my pussy. 

Sensing that he was getting close I increased the pressure of my hand on his shaft and sucked harder and faster, taking more of him in my mouth. His whole body shook as his moans took on a more desperate note. 

The sensation was simply too much to take in and it quickly overtook me as Chris, Daniel, Jennifer and I came with a loud cry. 

With a guttural moan he shot his cum into my mouth trying to resist the instinct to thrust deep. It seemed impossible that he could have cum that much and I struggled to keep it all in my mouth. I remember being surprised by the taste, sweet, salty and creamy before swallowing. It felt so strange but on some level I was satiated with his cum inside me. 

Dazed from both the memory and the orgasm, I just lazed there on my bed, shuddering from the force of that crushing, mind numbing orgasm. Twice now, as Danielle, I had cum by my own hand but this orgasm was entirely different from what I was used to as Daniel. It was not an event localized to my cock and scrotum, it was a party and my whole body was invited. Removing my hand from my panties I brought my fingers to my mouth. They had a sweet musky smell to them. Curious I licked them clean, the taste reminded me of Jennifer. Mmmmm, I thought. I wonder if I could seduce Jen like this? Making love to her as Danielle suddenly had such sweet appeal. 

The review of my memories troubled me. There could be no doubt that, not only had I done it willingly, I had been the one to initiate it. Based on my memory, the only thing I had not done was beg for it and had Chris denied me I am sure I would have done just that. 

Slowly rolling my body off the bed I decided to pay Jen a call. Removing the rest of my female clothes and corset I resumed my normal, male, body. Getting dressed quickly in jeans and a t-shirt I slipped on a pair of shoes and drove to her apartment across town. 

I had been there a few of times to pick her up but I had only been in her apartment twice when we first started dating. It was late, and now that I was standing there in the hall, I hesitated a moment before knocking. After I knocked the second time I heard motion from behind the door. The peephole darkened momentarily before I heard the deadbolt release and the door opened. Jennifer stood there wearing the nearly sheer red baby-doll nightie that I had bought her for Valentines day. The cups for her breasts were overflowing with her endowment, the light behind her shone right through the baby-doll leaving little to the imagination. 

"Daniel? What are are you doing here? You know I have to work in the morning." Jennifer asked still half asleep. 

"I'm sorry to come by so late Jen. Its just been a crazy day" I said, while I thought to myself 'Yeah a seriously crazy day where I turned myself into a woman, gave my apartment a makeover and sucked some guys dick kinda crazy.' "And I miss you." I finished 

"You want to spend the night?" she asked sweetly swishing her hips back and forth. 

"I would really like that." I admitted. Hearing my answer she turned and headed back to her bedroom. Checking her out as she walked away I could see that she was wearing the matching g-string panties that went with the nightie, my cock stirred at the sight of her so sexily clad. I turned and locked the door before following her to the bedroom. 

She was already in bed when I got there. Stripping down to my boxers I slid under the covers and spooned up next to her my hands caressing her smooth legs. 

"Now remember, I do have to work in the morning." she reminded me. 

"MmmKay" I said kissing her neck, my cock getting harder by the moment. 

"I mean it Daniel! Please! Stop." she said, her breathing getting raspy "Please, this can't be like last night. I have to get some ... sleep." she said, her protests getting softer. A moment later she turned her head to meet my lips as she pushed back against my erection. 

Continuing to explore her body with my hands, I kissed her soft lips as she rolled over to face me. It was clear that her need to get laid was now outweighing her need for sleep. 

I slipped off my boxers as she pulled me between her spread legs. 

"Make love to me Daniel." she said pulling her g-string to the side. 

Looking down at her sweet sexy body I slid my cock into her sweet little box. When I had bottomed out I stopped and we looked each other in the eyes as she acclimated to me being inside her. 

Feeling a need to reaffirm something I took my time and was more sensitive to her needs. She picked up on that and returned the favor as we made love slowly that night, each of us doing everything to enhance the experience for the other. She guided my motions as I gave her long, slow strokes, her hips coming up to meet my thrusts. She knew when I was getting close and began pressing up into my strokes harder, clenching her pussy as she did. 

"Cum for me Daniel. I want to feel your cum inside of me." she whispered breathlessly before giving me the thrust that put me over the top. It was a sweet amazing feeling cumming inside her that night, hearing her ask for it, wanting it. I lay there, my cock still inside her, for some time just kissing her. It wasn't the intense deep mouth kissing we engaged in while we were making love but the tender 'I want to be with you forever kiss.' We fell asleep spooning, my arms around her body, my hand cupping her breast. 

Her bedroom windows faced South so the early morning light began to wake me before her alarm. Touching and caressing her body she began to stir. Turning back to kiss me again, like she had the night before, she rubbed up against my morning wood. My hand drifted from her breast down and into her panties. She ground back against me when I started playing with her pussy that was still moist from the night before. 

Still spooning I pressed up behind her and Jennifer parted her legs ever so slightly. Placing my cock in that void, I felt her hand take hold of it and guide the head as she pressed back against me. She let out a soft moan as my cock easily slid in again. Once I was in all the way she twined her legs with mine. We lay there wrapped like a stick pretzel my cock buried in her pussy as she reached back to hold my thigh. Wrapped up as tight as we were there was no room for any mad thrusts, or sexual gymnastics. I pressed into her and when I tried to pull out she pressed back onto my shaft. Her soft moans, like the cooing of a dove filled the room. I know it doesn't sound like much but with the undulating motion going on inside her body it wasn't long before I again felt the tightening in my balls. The sudden change in my breathing and my moaning grunts were all that was needed to warn Jennifer. Moaning with anticipation of her own, Jennifer increased the pace. When she felt the hard thrust of my orgasm she pressed back just as hard and squeezed her pussy as tight as this position allowed her to do. 

When her alarm went off a short while later she got up to shower leaving me to recuperate on my own. She left the bathroom door open, giving me a direct shot of her beautiful body in the shower. I lay there in her bed trying to feel as manly as I could in a bed with a floral pink comforter. Making love to a beautiful woman twice in one night had certainly reinforced my heterosexuality after my alter ego's cock sucking tryst with Chris, but laying there under that pink, estrogen infused, blanket was definitely undermining my good vibe. 

As Jennifer exited the shower, she dried herself off a bit, before wrapping a large towel around her body. Her hair she wrapped up in another, smaller, towel. Walking through the bedroom she blew me a kiss before grabbing a few things from here dresser and disappeared back into the bathroom. When I saw her again she was drying her hair and wearing nothing but panties and a garter belt, the straps hanging loose. 

I sat bolt upright in bed, all thoughts of pink, floral, estrogen enhanced coverings forgotten. "Hello!" I said as she sat down on her bedroom chair to draw some stockings up her crossed legs. 

"Hello" was her simple reply but it was the wink and the smile on her face that spoke volumes. 

"When did you start wearing stockings to work?" I asked. Though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. 

"Today is the first time." she smiled as she began drawing the rolled up stocking onto her foot. 

"Not that I am complaining, but why?" I probed. 

"I had a little inspiration. Remember that girl Danielle I told you about?" she asked continuing to draw it up and over her knee before carefully attaching the straps. 

"Yeah." 

"Apparently that is ALL she wears and it got me thinking, Why can't I? I mean, I certainly have enough of them them. Thanks to you." she said as she began drawing up the second stocking. "Plus this is a little bit of revenge for you not letting me sleep the last two nights. Not to mention, it's also something to make you think of me all day long." she said as she finished attaching the strap for the second stocking. Uncrossing her legs she brought her knees together and stood up and stepped into some high heels that had been tucked under the chair. Standing there she did a slow turn, stopping when her back was turned. "are my seams straight?" she asked looking at me over her shoulder. 

Not only was she wearing a garter belt and stockings she was also wearing stockings with back seams! She had only worn those in the bedroom before! 

"Yes they're straight." I answered. "God you look fantastic!" 

Slipping on her bra I was once again amazed with her liquid sexiness. She had such a fluid grace to her movements as she went about getting ready for the day. She walked around in just her lingerie while she got ready, for my sake I can only imagine. Her make up was subtle but striking, her hair she put up in two pigtails near the back of her head. I wonder where she got the inspiration for that I laughed to myself. Finally satisfied with the positioning of her pig tails and that her lingerie was smooth she slipped into a cute A-line skirt and a pink blouse that hugged her curves and displayed her assets without putting them on display. 

"How long are you staying?" she asked, as she inspected herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. 

"Probably not much longer. I have a lot of things to do today." I answered. I really needed to get a cell phone for Danielle and maybe some more shopping. 

"OK, just lock the door on your way out." She said leaned down to kiss me. "Love you!" 

Fifteen minutes later I was up, showered, and ready to leave. I decided to take the scenic route back to my apartment to help clear my head. I knew I needed to get Danielle a phone but was it better to do that as her or as myself, I was after all the one with the credit card and a valid ID. She also was going to need some more clothes, perfume and some jewelry. On the drive I also decided to get my, or rather Danielle's, ears pierced. While I had never been a fan of men with pierced ears for women it was almost expected. 

I got home around 9 that morning and began to set out Danielle's clothes for the day. A matching lacy push-up bra and panties, the micro mini denim skirt and a tank top. Considering how short the skirt was I thought the lace up, over the knee boots, while being a bit risque, would provide a good contrast. 

Stripping off my clothes from the night before I put on the tank top and corset, the transformation taking place in mere seconds now though I still had not witnessed the event, before I finished getting dressed. The skirt was VERY short, barely an inch past my butt, it would definitely be too short to cross my legs if I could even sit down. Bending over was certainly out of the question. 

Another trip to the mall got me a cell phone, some 1/4 carat diamond stud earrings in my freshly pierced ears, some lovely perfume, and a pair of Mary Jane pumps with a 4" heel. A couple more blouses, a couple of t-shirts, and a pair of Levis filled out my shopping bags. There was nothing special about the Levis, and I had no idea when I would ever wear them but I liked the brand and they looked good on me, so I got them. Seeing that it was Saturday and that I would not be seeing Jen til Friday I was going to have the evenings to myself. It was so much more fun being Danielle than Daniel so I got a cute little baby-doll nightie like the one Jen had worn the night before and a silk robe. 




Bound Ch. 02: Bound for Pleasure



Remembering that I told Jen I would let her know when I got my phone I gave her a call. 

"Hello, this is Jennifer." I was surprised when she answered thinking she would be in a meeting. 

"Hey Jennifer, its Danielle. I got a phone!" I said excitedly. 

"AWESOME! I'll program you in as soon as we hang up." she said. 

"I hope I didn't interrupt one of your meetings." I apologized "I was actually expecting to get your voice mail when I called." 

"No, we're actually between meetings right now but hey, I gotta run the next one is starting in a couple of minutes." She said 

"Are you working straight through or will you have another break?" I inquired 

"I think we should have another break in about an hour and a half or so. Why? What are you thinking?" 

"Coffee?" I asked knowing how Jen loves her custom coffee drinks 

"Oh my God that would be awesome, how bout the Starbucks on 2nd and Main." Jennifer asked 

"Sounds good. See you in about an hour and a half." I said hanging up. 

I was already at the coffee shop waiting for her when she arrived. She had her sunglasses pushed up on her head, a large cup of coffee in her hand. When she saw me sitting on the outside patio she got the biggest smile on her face and came dancing up to me with her mouth open. She stopped about 5' away from me and did a little pirouette showing off the seams of her stockings, her pigtails flailing out, before coming over and giving me a big hug. 

"Hey Danielle!" She greeted me. 

"Jennifer?" I teased, cocking my head "Am I being a bad influence on you?" 

"Te-he" she giggled playing with her skirt "Maybe a little bit." she said, making the little sign with her fingers she sat down with a bounce that crossed her legs. "I would have never worn stockings out like this before yesterday. I feel so liberated. You know this is actually the first time I have ever worn them outside the BEDROOM and I have gotten SO MANY compliments. And not just from the guys either." she was just beaming. "Oh My God, you should have seen the reaction I got from my boyfriend this morning! He was half asleep and sat bolt upright in bed when he saw me with the garter belt on." 

"Sweetheart! I would sit bolt upright in bed to see you in nothing but your garter belt." I said causing her face to flush a bright red. "You are absolutely gorgeous Jennifer!" 

"Thanks Danielle" she said leaning over in her chair to give me another hug. "And I have to say that you are dressed rather daringly today." she said her eyes flicking to my skirt and boots. 

"What these old things." I played it off cool remembering that these were HER boots. "OK the skirt MAY be a little short." I said uncrossing my ankles and standing up to show the whole outfit. "but it goes so well with the boots which are actually more comfortable than they look." 

"Dan always says 'It's not WHAT you wear, it's HOW you wear it.' I never understood what he meant by that til I met you. Yeah the skirt is short and the boots are more than a little 'sassy' but the way you carry yourself...it just works. Like what you were wearing the night we first met. I would have never thought to pair something like that but on you it was stunning!" She said. Taking a sip of her coffee she continued. "You know whats funny, I actually have those EXACT same boots. Dan got them for me for my birthday last year. I've only worn them around his apartment though, guess I never had the courage to wear them out." she giggled again "All I know is that you look fantastic!" 

"Thank you Jennifer." I said responding to her compliments. "You don't look so bad yourself, sweetheart." I said smoothing my skirt as I sat back down, legs crossed at the ankles and tucked beside the chair. 

It was a short visit, basically just the time to drink a coffee before she had to go back to work but I could see that she was rejuvenated at the end. It showed in her entire demeanor. 

"Thank you so much for coming down Danielle. It was nice getting away from the 'suits' and seeing a smiling face for a while" she said giving me another hug, her perfume overwhelming my senses. I could feel my nipples hardening from the stimulation as our large breasts pressing up against each other. "Enjoy the rest of your day. I'll call you later." she said holding her thumb and pinky up to her head simulating a phone before she waved and started walking back to work, her pigtails bouncing with each step. 

I was still sitting there on the patio enjoying the rest of my coffee and the sun shining on my face when a few minutes later a man sat down where Jen had been. 

"Lovely day today." he said looking at me through his Ray Ban wayfarers. 

"It is, isn't it?" I responded 

"I was hoping your friend would go before I had to leave." he said as he took a sip of his coffee 

"And why is that?" I said crossing my legs at the knee allowing the skirt to slide up a bit more. "Surely a big strong man like yourself isn't intimidated by a couple of women." 

"Not at all. I saw you when you came in and was actually on my way over to talk when she sat down. I didn't want to intrude on a 'girls only' event so I waited." he said removing his sunglasses. 

He had beautiful dark blue eyes that were set off by the red 'power tie' he was wearing. His white shirt, black slacks and his very expensive looking shoes definitely made him look like a power player. 

"Ah! A gentleman. I might faint." I said recalling a similar comment that had been directed at me more than once. 

"Gentleman! Wow! I'm honored and you haven't even seen me open a door for a lady let." he said letting my somewhat sarcastic comment roll like water off a ducks back. "I'm Justin, its nice to meet you. So, you come here often?" 

Ah yes, the tell tale cheesy pickup line but I decided to let it pass. After all I had nothing else planned for the day. "Danielle." I said keeping my introduction short. "and no, I was only here to meet my friend for a cup of coffee." if he was interested then he was going to have to work for it. 

"A shame you don't come here more often." he said. 

"And why is that?" I replied lounging back in the chair bouncing my crossed leg. I knew this stretched out my legs and out and put my thighs on display. Slowly running my hand up my thigh from the top of my boots to the hem of my skirt and back again his eyes were drawn in. 

"Because I don't know when I may run into you again." 

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe never!" I said changing my position to lean on the table looking right at him. "So what brings you down here dressed like that on a weekend Justin? Not the coffee I hope?" 

"Work, actually." he responded. 

"Ah, work. Dressed like that you must some kind of big shot. So what are you Justin? Some kind of big shot business man." I said in an almost goading tone. 

"Actually, I'm a lawyer." he replied. 'No wonder my tones weren't having any effect of him.' I thought. 

"So which building do you work in Mr. Big shot lawyer man?" I continued. 

"This one." he said pointing his thumb at the building behind him. The building I was facing. Looking up I got a little vertigo trying to see the top. 

"Wow! So let me guess. Your office is on the top floor." I teased 

"Oh no. Not the TOP floor. That's all conference rooms and the law library but I do have a corner office. You should come see it some time." He said taking a drink from his coffee. 

"OK." I said standing up 

"What, right now." I had him off balance again. 

"There is no time like the present Justin. Come on Mr. Big shot lawyer man show me your office." I said wrapping my arm through his. 

The ride up the elevator was uneventful and there were only a couple of people at his work that we ran in to on the way to his office. The view from his corner office WAS impressive. You could see all of downtown and all the way out to the suburbs on side and out over the lake on the other. "Wow, this is an amazing view." I remarked. 

"It should be, I worked my ass off for ten years to get it. Just don't touch the glass please." he said watching me look around and enjoy the view. It had everything from the walnut desk and matching book cases to the real ficus and wet bar. Basically a cookie cutter corporate law office that you see on TV all the time. 

"Ten years." I commented walking around taking note of the starkness of the room. 

"Youngest person ever to make partner, only 32 the next closet was 35." he said, his chest puffing with pride. 

"So, what do you do for fun, Justin?" I asked, walking behind his desk. 

"Um." the confused look on his said it all. 

"You know. FUN!" I continued as I sat down in the large leather chair crossing my legs and putting them up on his desk "The stuff you enjoy doing. The stuff you do when you're not working, and you're not here." 

"I've had to work 50, 60 sometimes 70 hour weeks for the past ten years." he started explaining. 

"Girlfriend? Kids? What about time with your family?" I knew what the answer was going to be but I asked anyway. For some reason I felt a need to teach him about the world he was missing, as if I was some kind of scholar. Taking my legs down I walked to stand right next to his window and looked out. "Your on top of the world here Justin." I said turning to face him. "You think you have everything! Can I show you what you're missing? Will you let me?" he just looked at me. Clearly he was used to being in control of the situation and right now I had him off so far off balance that he was open to suggestion. "Come over here please." 

As he approached me I held out my hand. When he took my hand I guided him up to the glass. Turning around to look out the window I positioned myself to be standing in front of him and pressed my ass up against the bulge in his pants and began to grind against him. "Hard work is to be commended Justin but there is more to life than just work. You have to make time for fun." I said turning around. I may have been the one up against the glass but he was the one that was trapped. "You do know what fun is, right?" 

"Honestly, I have been so busy with work the past ten years there really hasn't been time for fun or even women." He admitted. 

"I want to show you something about the difference between a job and a woman but first I need you to close your eyes." 

"How are you going to show me something if I can't see it." he said trying to re exert control. 

"Close them." He complied reluctantly. "and keep them closed. If you peek, the lesson will be over. Understand?" he nodded in understanding. Grabbing his power tie I showed him where true power lies as I used it to pull his mouth to mine. Slipping my tongue into his mouth as I kissed him I could tell that he was clearly out of practice. Breaking the kiss I reminded him to keep his eyes shut. I began tracing a line down the center of his chest as I slowly lowered myself to my knees. Looking up to make sure that he was not peeking I unbuckled his belt. 

"Danielle?" he began. 

"Shh." I said as I unzipped his pants. A few quick tugs later and his cock was free. "A few extra rules start now." I told him "If you open your eyes, I stop. If you touch me, I stop. If you try to force anything, I will bite. Understand?" He almost opened his eyes but caught himself and nodded instead. 'Good boy' I thought. At least he knows how to listen to instructions. 

I finished freeing his cock and then using both hands I stroked his long shaft. It wasn't as thick as Chris's but it was longer and had a slight curve to it. I watched the way it moved through my hands as I stroked it and I smiled when the first drops of precum were milked out. Putting his cock in my mouth I was careful not to touch it at all. I just exhaled my hot breath as I took it in. His cock jerked with the sensation and he gasped when I closed my soft wet mouth on his hard member. Still stroking him with one hand I used the other to lightly fondle his balls while my mouth worked him. In and out of my mouth, right there in front of his office windows on the 82 floor, I sucked his cock for the entire world to see. My skirt had ridden up and I easily could have pleasured myself but I wanted this moment to be about him. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees when I felt him shake a bit. 

"Oh my God, Danielle." he said as he reached out to steady himself against the glass he had warned me not to touch. I had to laugh inside at that as I continued never missing a beat. 

Taking as much of him in my mouth I was surprised when I felt his pubes tickling my nose. I could feel his cock entering my throat yet it wasn't triggering a gag reflex. It did, however, make breathing difficult. Timing my strokes and breathing I continued to deep throat him using my tongue to put pressure on his shaft as it slid in and out. 

I had asked Jennifer several times how she knew when I was about to cum and how she knew to increase her pace. She could never give me an answer beyond 'she could just tell.' I now understood the truth of that statement. I 'just knew' his orgasm was fast approaching and it had nothing to do with the moans of encouragement. Leaning on the glass he was having a hard time standing up as he came in my mouth. It was the large wad of someone who had not been laid in years. I swallowed as much as I could before I stood up and told him he could open his eyes. Once his eyes were open I let him watch as I wiped the last of his cum off my chin and put it in my mouth licking my fingers clean. 

He was still unsteady on his feet so I helped him back to his chair and sat him down. 

"Justin." I said hopping up to sit on his desk. "Life is about harmony. It's about seeking balance. Dedicating yourself to this job and achieving all of this at your age is commendable but it is nothing if you have no one to share it with. This view" I said waving my arms taking it all in "is wasted if it's just you. The lines of this office are so stark and cold, not soft and warm like a woman." I said bringing my arms down to trace my feminine curves coming to rest on the knee of my crossed leg. "And the final lesson Justin, and this is important." I made sure I had his full attention "While both a job and a woman might suck, the job will NEVER swallow." I said winking. 

He was splayed back in his chair his pants had fallen to sit around his ankles, arms relaxed on the arms of his large leather chair. Hopping off his desk to sit on his knee I held his face as I gave him another kiss. "Well, I think I should go." I said kissing him again. 

"Can I get your number?" he said, practically begging 

"Let me think about it. In the meantime why don't you give me your card." I teased. "When I decide, I will have my people call your people and maybe we can do lunch? Ciao!" I said taking his card as I got off his lap and headed toward the door tugging my skirt back down. He was still scrambling to pull his pants up as I blew him a kiss and waved from the office door. 

'What the hell did I just do?' I was shouting at myself in my head, the taste of cum still strong in my mouth. Twice now I had sucked dick and swallowed while wearing the corset. At least last time with Chris I had the wine I could blame but not this time. I put my sunglasses on but even then I avoided eye contact with anyone least I drop to my knees and suck their cocks as well. 

What was wrong with me? I remember thinking that as I drove aimlessly. I didn't want to go home but I was worried what, or more specifically WHO, I might do if I was out. 

Driving past an "Adult toy store" got me thinking and I quickly turned the car around. 

Half an hour later I was on my way home again, my problem, seemingly, solved. I had picked up a few things that should keep me out of trouble AND off my knees. Some non piercing nipple rings, non piercing clitoral jewelry, some tingly lubricant, and a purple vibrator. My plan was to try and keep myself entertained at home as much as I could. I guess I didn't trust myself alone in public anymore but I DID enjoy being Danielle. She was so much fun. 

It was only 5 O'clock when I got home and I still needed to take care of laundry. It just seemed like a pizza night. Not wanting to change back to Daniel but also not wanting to risk going out in public I ordered out for delivery. Twenty minutes later my pizza pie was at the door. It has being held by a piping hot delivery man who looked like he came straight from Rome and obviously worked out. My toes curled in my high heels and my knees went weak as I invited him in. Setting the pizza on the table I got my purse to pay him. Bending over more than necessary I knew my skirt had ridden up giving him a shot of my thong clad ass when I heard his breath catch in his throat. 

Turning around, with the money in hand, I acted like I hadn't noticed anything and was surprised when he was standing right there. He was standing so close in fact that I stumbled trying to prevent running into him and fell right into his strong arms. 

"Sorry." I said with a shaky breath, my free hand on his muscular arm. 

He didn't say a word, he just stepped in even closer til our bodies touched from knees to chest. His arms drifted down as he leaned in to kiss me. I knew I shouldn't, I didn't want to but when his lips touched mine my knees went weak. He caught me again with his hands that were now on my ass and picked me up. My short skirt bunched up as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist locking my ankles behind him. Putting my arms around his neck I squeezed my breasts into his chest as I attacked his mouth with kisses. 

My body was on fire with need. I wanted to stop, I really did, but I was powerless to stop it. I was almost like I was a spectator in my body wondering what was going to happen next. 

What happened next was my Roman god Pizza man set me on the table. His deep brown eyes caught and held mine and I leaned back on the table. I saw out of my peripheral vision as much as I felt his hands sneaking up my skirt, hooking the waistband of my panties, and pulling them down. Never breaking eye contact I lifted my butt to aid him in their removal. The cool air on my warm, wet pussy made me shiver in anticipation of what was to come. I fully expected his next move to be toward his zipper to free the large bulge I noticed there. I was terrified with the prospect of getting fucked but knew at the same time that I would not even try to stop him if he tried. 

I slipped my shirt off over my head before closing my eyes. Laying back on the table I arched my back, thrusting out my breasts, til only my butt and head were touching. One leg was hooked over his shoulder the other dangled from his godlike muscular arm. He put my legs down hooking the heels on the edge of the table to keep my knees in the air. 'He's going to do it' I thought, one hand drifting down to play with my pussy while I waited. 'ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO LET HIM FUCK YOU!?!?' my mind screamed at me. 'OH YEAH!' my body answered. 

"Here, Let me help you with that." He said. That was the first time he had spoken since he had stepped into my apartment. His hand slowly drew mine away from my dripping wet pussy before he planted his mouth on it. I nearly came right there as his tongue slipped into my moist folds and flicked right across my swollen sensitive clit. 

I shuddered with the sensation. My body collapsed onto the table as both arms came down and tangled in his curly hair as I thrust my pussy into his mouth. My legs acted of their own accord and clamped down on his waist, shoulders, his head, I don't even know. 

His tongue probed every corner of my sweet little box. It was like I was on a roller coaster ride and now that it had begun I could only hold on and let it finish as his tongue carried me to the highest peaks. I moaned in desperation when he would change rhythm and grind his face into my mound, then probe my sweet hole with his tongue before returning to my swollen, sensitive clit. My moaning that originally had seemed so distant was getting louder as my orgasm built to sensational new heights. 




Bound Ch. 02: Bound for Pleasure



"AHH AHHH AHHH AHHH!" I screamed when that roller coaster ride finished. My thighs were clamped down tightly on the side of his head, my hands locked in and pulling his sexy black hair. The intensity of the orgasm was so powerful it ended up leaving me an exhausted heap of cum dripping flesh on my dining room table. My arms splayed to the side, my legs dangled freely as my now bare breasts heaved. 'When had I pulled my bra off?' I wondered. 

Looking down between my legs I saw he had unzipped his pants and pulled out a large, and VERY hard, cock. Excited that the ride was not yet over I reached one hand down to tweak a nipple while the other reached out to play with my pussy. He watched intently as my fingers slipped into my wet pussy before bringing them back up to my mouth and licking them clean. 

I took a long slow deep breath through my nose before hooking my heels on the edge of the table like he had done before. Stepping in between my thighs he lifted one leg up to his shoulder. Reaching out, I closed my fingers over that stiff rod and ran it up and down my slit getting it moist when his cell phone rang. 

RING RING 

"Shit!" He said dropping my leg and scrambling to pull up his pants so he could get to his phone. "Shit SHIT!" he exclaimed when he got it out. "It's my boss! I gotta go." 

I could have cried with the disappointment. Instead my mind used that moment to re-exert control as I handed him the $20 bill I had gotten from my purse. "Mmmmm, That's OK. Here, keep the change." 

"Thanks!" he said as he finished fastening his pants before darting out. 

'God, I am turning into such a fucking whore' I thought to myself as I rolled off the table so I didn't drag myself through the puddle of my cum. Clearly having pizza delivered was NOT a good idea. 

It was a good lesson learned and one that I applied every night that week. While every day I had to go to work as Daniel, every night as soon as I got home and showered, I unwound as Danielle. If I had to leave the house to get something I made sure I did not have to get out of my car to get it and I made sure that I was never alone with any men. 

At home, however, I had all kinds of fun with my new toys. I had actually developed a pretty nice routine. I would get home from work, shower and then put the corset on. I would shave my legs and put lotion on them, next, I would put the nipple or clitoral jewelry on as well as whatever clothing or lingerie I fancied at the moment. Sometimes a nearly sheer t-shirt along with an old pair of jeans that didn't fit Daniel anymore but made such a cute little over-sized pair of shorts for Danielle, at least once I cut them down they did. Sometimes stockings and garter belts with one of my skirts and blouse, sometimes just a simple baby-doll nightie. 

Once I was dressed the part I would clean the apartment while making supper like 'A Good Woman'. I also always made sure to eat at the table and after supper, the dishes would get washed and put away before I allowed myself to do anything else. 

Once bedtime rolled around my little purple vibrator would get a long workout until I came. The difference in orgasms between men and women was so much different. Yeah it took longer to climax as Danielle but it was SO much more satisfying. It was not just localized to my balls I felt it EVERYWHERE. I would then fall asleep in the corset. When I would wake up in the morning I would, reluctantly, change back to Daniel and go to work. 

Friday, or course, I had to disturb my routine with a call to Jennifer assuring that "Yes I will be there!" and another to Jim telling him to be ready to pay up. He laughed at me. Little did he know. 

Setting out my costume I took stock. White over the knee socks. Check. High heeled saddle shoes. Check. White cotton thong. Check. Low cut white cotton blouse. Check. Plaid skirt. Check. Nipple jewelry, masquerade mask and vampire teeth, no we can't forget those. Check, check and check. Finally the item that makes this entire costume possible, one leather, heavily boned corset with the magical ability to turn a male into a female. CHECK. The vampire naughty school girl I thought was a very creative and sexy costume and seemed like it would be a lot of fun. 

Looking at the clock and seeing that it was getting close to time I slipped into the corset and tied the laces activating the magic. Danielle's face was so familiar to me now that it no longer surprised me when I saw that soft face looking back. I cupped my breasts a moment before running my fingers down to my pussy. I had gotten up early that morning and shaved it for tonight. It was so smooth and was getting wet with my touch. Opening up the blinds in my bedroom I put on the thong, stockings, and blouse before I finished getting ready, pulling up my skirt and stepping into my shoes. What can I say I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. 

I got to the party just before 7 and got my hand marked that I had paid the cover. That was step one to winning this bet. I giggled to myself thinking that Jim was going to be paying for the very item that made this bet so easily winnable. 

Once I was at the bar I very quickly noticed a few things. First, I wouldn't have to pay for a single drink. Every time I wanted one some guy was quick to pay for it. Second, Halloween parties are VERY fun when you can become someone else entirely. No one here knew Danielle and it was quickly apparent that so many people wanted too. I would have to careful not to drink too much, I made a mental note, or likely I would end up in the back seat of an SUV sucking some Werewolf or aliens cock. 

I saw Mike and Jim come in around 8:30 or so, I was having fun shooting pool with some cute college guys who were dressed up as Greek warriors. They seemed convinced that one, or both, of them was going to get me in bed tonight. I used that to my advantage bending way over letting my skirt ride up when I was taking shots. Distracting them by sitting down across from them crossing and uncrossing my legs when they were shooting. I was practically running the table when I noticed that Jennifer was there and had been cornered by Jim. 

I must have missed her arrival, which should have been hard, she had a fantastic Little Red Riding Hood costume that was VERY well made. Jennifer's hobby was sewing and I could only imagine the weeks she put into making that costume. It was adorable with a short short skirt, over the knee white socks not unlike mine and a cute little basket that she held in the crook of her arm. 

I could tell she already had a good buzz going and that she was uncomfortable with how close Jim was. He set a hand high on her thigh and leaned in close enough that he could have been kissing her neck, he probably was because she pushed him away strongly. Putting my game on hold I quickly trotted over and rescued her. 

"Oh My God, JENNIFER!!" I said my excitement only partially faked. When she saw it was me the relief on her face was as palpable as was the disappointment on Jim's face. I wondered what he was up to? 

Giving Jennifer a huge hug I said "I didn't know you were coming to this party! Hey I have some people you HAVE to meet." I said practically dragging her over to my muscular Spartan warriors who were still at the pool table. 

"Oh my God are you a life saver!" she said giving me another hug. "I HATE being alone with those two. Gawd they creep me out! Did you see where he touched my leg?" she shivered "What REALLY pisses me off is that I TOLD Daniel not to leave me alone with them. Not to stand me up. The party is half over and I still haven't seen him. I only went near those two because Daniel told me he was going to coming with them." 

I gave her another reassuring hug. "It's OK Sweetheart, I'm here." I reassured her. Introducing Jen to the hero's of Sparta, I didn't know their names and to this day don't care, they provided us with an out. Plus now with two of us they were convinced they were both going to get lucky and we didn't have to buy another drink for the rest of the night. 

As eleven neared Jen was really getting annoyed because she had not seen "me" yet and wanted to get going home. I wanted to be able to tell her I was right here but how do you tell someone that you have a corset that can magically change you from a man to a woman. I convinced her to stay until eleven so we could get our bumper sticker. Without it Jim would claim I violated the rules and would not pay up on the bet and I would be out another $200. 

Seeing that we were about to leave, our college guy's tried getting us to come back to their place to 'party.' maybe it was the alcohol or just the sexiness of her Little Red Riding Hood costume but I hugged her and whispered quietly "Just go with it" 

I broke the hug and started feeling her up right in front of them while she returned the favor, "Sorry boys, but we have a little party of our own planned." I said before planting an incredibly intimate open mouth kiss on her. Jen was surprised, but only for an instant before she was kissing back our tongues toying with each other for everyone to see. It was an intense kiss that took both of our breathes away. As we broke we both needed to lean on each other for support. Then arm in arm we walked out. "Nighty night!" I waved to two very slack jawed Spartans. 

"Oh my God that was so hot!" Jennifer said once we were outside. "Did you see the looks on their faces? I think they may have creamed in their armor!" 

"It was pretty funny. I'm glad you heard me. I was a bit worried for a second because it was so noisy in there." I said as we walked. 

"To be honest, I didn't hear you, I just followed along with what you were doing." she admitted. "By the way, where did you learn to kiss like that? It almost reminded me of my boyfriend except much softer." 

"That's just how I kiss." Uh Oh I thought, did I just give myself away "So I remind you of your boyfriend?" 

"No, I mean, not like that, its just... Oh never mind. You're just a great kisser that's all." she stammered over her words. "Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure." I replied 

"Have you ever kissed a girl before? Or was that your first time?" She asked 

"Nope, first time. Maybe it was the alcohol but somehow it just seemed appropriate." I said as we stepped up to her car. "You?" 

"Oh! Definitely my first time. I kinda liked it. I've never even thought about it but ... I liked it." she said gazing into my eyes. "I'm glad it was you." 

"I'm glad it was you too Jen." I said and kissed her again forcing her to lean back against her car for stability. We were of the same height but with my 4" heels on and her backed against the car I stood over her. I took advantage of that slight difference in height as I continued our kiss. She resisted at first more because we were in public but relented as the heat of the moment took over. 

"Do you wanna come back to my place?" she said when we finally broke our kiss, our faces still touching. 

"I would love too...but I can't. My friends that I am staying with will be picking me up soon." I said kissing her again. "I'll call you tomorrow OK." 

"Tomorrow then. Goodnight Danielle." Jennifer said pouting. "bye" she said blowing me a kiss as she got in her car. 

I watched her drive away and then I walked back to where I had parked my car a block and a half away. I drove home and began removing my makeup and letting my hair down. I still had the corset on because it felt strange to me to remove makeup if I wasn't Danielle. Plus I liked the way I looked and moved. Suspecting that at any moment Jim was going to show up to collect his winnings I stripped off the rest of my costume. I folded each piece and put them away carefully before I finally removed the corset. Placing the corset back in its case I put it on its shelf in the closet. 

Looking at myself in the mirror I made sure that I had not missed any makeup when I realized I had not removed my earrings. My shaved legs and armpits were pretty evident but there is a price to pay for fashion and like I said before it was not uncommon for men to shave these days as well. Pulling on some underwear, some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt I went and grabbed the popcorn that Danielle had made, 'She was so thoughtful' I joked in my head. Sitting down on the couch I put started watching Zombieland. 

Rule #32 Savor the little things 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 

'Ah yes Jim, right on time.' I thought getting up from the couch and opened the door. 

"YOU! ARE SUCH! A FUCKING!! ASSHOLE!!" Jennifer yelled at me still dressed in her Red Riding Hood outfit. "I told you NOT to stand me up tonight! I told you not to leave me alone with your creepy fucking friends! You promised me, EVEN TONIGHT, that you would be at the party! Where the HELL were you?" 

Seeing Jen instead of Jim surprised me. Her screaming and the onslaught of questions left me standing there with my mouth open looking for words as she pushed her way into my apartment. I had never seen her this angry before. 

"You know, if it had not been for that girl Danielle I would have been trapped by Jim. Do you know that he was rubbing up my thigh and trying to stick his tongue in my ear? You should have heard the things he was suggesting." 

"But I WAS th..." I started before she cut me off. 

"and you didn't come and SAVE me!! We are done!! Don't call me again!!" she said before she stormed out. 

"What did I miss?" Jim said walking in the open door that Jen had just stormed out. "Where were you? Didn't see you all night. Hope you got the money to pay up!" 

"Jen wait!" I yelled but she must have been running because she was nowhere in sight when I got past Jim. SHIT!! 'but I had rescued you' I thought. 

"Actually I WAS there. Read em and weep I said showing my hand with my entry mark as well as the bumper sticker for making it to 11. Jim didn't want to believe I won legit but he was the one that had set the rules. I had the proof the bet required and he grudgingly paid up. Jim was certainly an ass but he was always good on his bets, even when he lost. 

Now I needed to fix things with Jen if I could. My first call to her cell phone rang and rang before going to VM. Shortly after that I received a text from her, it said simply "STOP CALLING ME!!" 

I was pacing the apartment running my fingers through my hair when Danielle's phone beeped an incoming message. "Nd 2 talk. U free? :'-( " 

Putting the corset back on grabbing a sheer lace bra and panty set my Levis and a t-shirt I quickly changed back to Danielle. 

My fingers were shaking as I texted her back "4 u, always. Call or coffee?" I responded. 

Less than 30 seconds later the phone buzzed again "coffee!" 

I quick did my makeup and pulled up my hair. Maybe tomorrow I'll get it cut into something more flattering. Lacing up the high heeled saddle shoes, they were just too cute, and grabbing a light weight jacket I headed for my car. She had told me where to meet after I said I could get a ride. 

Walking into the coffee shop around the corner from her place, my purse held in the crook of my arm I saw Jennifer sitting cross legged at a table in the corner. She must have been driving around aimlessly because she was still wearing her costume. Her eyes were still puffy from crying. I died inside seeing her like that knowing I was the reason. 

"Oh baby!" I said running to her my heels clacking on the tile floor. "are you okay?" I said as I threw my arms around her. 

"I broke up with him." she said between sobs. 

"Daniel?" I probed. 

"Yeah, I was so mad that he wasn't at the party that halfway home I turned around and went his place." 

"Oh Jennifer." my heart was breaking listening to her tell her story. She started crying again. 

"He was there in his pajamas watching Zombieland like nothing. Can you believe he actually started telling me that he was there. That's when I broke up with him and walked out. I've been driving all over for the last 30 minutes because I didn't feel like going home. Sorry I texted you so late but I needed to talk to someone and the first person I thought of was you. I just feel like I've known you forever, like I can tell you anything. " 

"It's totally OK Jen. I'm glad you thought of me." oh man how was I going to fix this I worried. "Jen, you know that I am here for YOU but I have to ask, are you sure this is what you want?" she grimaced at me through her tears. "I am only saying that because I've heard how you talk about him. I just want to make sure." 

"I don't know. I'm so confused right now." her head dropped to the table with a thud as she said it. 

"I tell you what, why don't we finish our coffee and go back to your place. We can talk more privately there." I said taking notice of some of the questionable characters that had just walked in. 

We went back to her place to talk but ended up with a glass or two of wine and a cardboard pizza. We talked about everything except men and relationships. We bonded that night in a way that only people of the same sex can. She was cute and sweet and so much more funny than I remember. We talked and laughed and drank and talked some more. I felt ALIVE laughing with her like that. 

We were well into our second bottle and the wine had loosened Jennifer up. We were sitting on her couch, her intoxication clearly visible in her eyes, when she leaned over and kissed me. Setting down her glass of wine on the table behind the couch she continued her kissing advance, forcing me back against the pillows. It had to be comical seeing someone, still dressed as Lil Red Riding Hood, taking such an aggressive approach to something. I spread my legs for her as I set my glass down on the floor. Tangling my fingers in her hair I pulled her in, my tongue seeking hers. As she settled between my thighs I could feel myself getting hot and wet. Wrapping my legs around her I pulled her in as I began caressing her soft skin. I began trying to get her out of her costume when she sat back, grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and deftly pulled it up and over my head. She sat there for a moment just looking at me, at my corset, at my full breasts in their push-up bra. She kissed me again then her hands holding my breasts before she leaned down and kissed them as well. Playing with myself didn't even come close to reproducing the sensations she was creating in me. 'Heck not even the Italian Stallion from earlier in week caused feelings like this.' I thought. As she continued to kiss them I felt my nipples getting harder and a quivering in my pussy that was going to need some serious attention, and soon. I looked down when I felt her mouth on those hardened nipples and realized that she had somehow removed my bra without me even noticing. I clamped my legs around her even tighter and drew my arms in forcing my breasts together and up as I pulled her mouth to mine. I was as dominant as I could be in such a submissive position forcing my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine in her saliva. That dominance lasted only a moment and then she pushed me back down. 

"Do you always wear this?" Jennifer asked as her hands followed the curves accentuated by the heavy leather corset. 

"Except for when I shower, yes." I answered trying to read something, anything in the expression on her face. Either she was that good or she was that drunk because there was nothing there to read. 

"What's it like to wear it for so long like that?" she asked with very slurred speech. 

"Crazy as this sounds, Liberating. When I have it on its like I'm someone else." I said. I was of course being literal but she didn't need to know that. 

"Liberating and yet so confining." she mused "If I hadn't worn the garter belt and stockings out the other day I wouldn't understand." she said looking into my eyes. "You are such a beautiful woman Danielle." Tweaking my nipples she began kissing them again. 




Bound Ch. 03: Bound Fovever







Bound Ch. 03: Bound Fovever



As soon as I felt his touch I stood up, took his hands again and held them on my large breasts. His hands slid off my breasts and out of my hands as I turned and walked down the hall doing my best "run-way" walk. Stopping at the doorway to the bedroom I reached out to hold the door frame as the other hand reached back, caught the zipper to my dress and drew it down before slouching out of it, letting it puddle around my legs before stepping into the bedroom and out of sight.

Tony ran down the hall as fast as he could with his pants around his ankles trying to get his shoes off. Laying on the bed, legs splayed out, wearing only my corset, panties and high heels I played with my nipples and pussy.

"I thought you would never get here." I said as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties pulling them down slowly, letting Tony get a good view of my shaved pussy and pert little ass.

Jumping on the bed Tony quickly shed the remainder of his clothes and climbed between my legs. I panicked briefly when I realized that he was going to try and shove his cock in and fuck me.

"Easy cowboy. Not on the first date." I said rolling him over so I was straddling him, the lips of my pussy wrapped around his cock, my juices spilling all over it. "Oh, don't you worry." I continued when I saw the confused look on his face. I slid back and forth over his member fucking him with my pussy but without the penetration. (I definitely was not ready for that, probably not ever) I rode him like that, looking down at him while playing with my tits, till his cock was just dripping with my juices. Leaning down I stole a few more kisses before turning around and presented my pussy to him as I took his cock in my mouth again.

It was much harder this time sucking his cock because I was trying to ignore what he was doing to my pussy. His tongue continued working my clit and I had to keep stopping to catch my breath. His cock was in my mouth when he drove me over the top. Screaming my satisfaction into his cock, my orgasm washed over me. It was hard to keep going, it was such a powerful orgasm, but I NEEDED to make him cum at that point.

I turned around so he could see me and everything I was doing. I wanted him to see the body he had been grinding up against on the dance floor all night. I wanted him to see me accept his cum. Licking and sucking his cock I could still taste my own juices. Taking it out of my mouth I wrapped my 32 D cup breasts around it and began tittie fucking him, oftentimes slipping him briefly into my mouth on the long strokes. His body was getting more and more tense as his climax approached. When he came, the first shot hit me on the chin and dripped down to my breasts before I could get it in my mouth. I sucked every last drop of cum out of him I could before picking up what he had shot on my breasts and putting that in my mouth as well. Leaning down to kiss him he didn't shy away as I slipped my tongue into his mouth before snuggling up next to him. Kicking off my heels we slipped under the covers.

I awoke the next morning to the sounds of Danielle's cell phone ringing in my purse. Extricating myself from Tony's arm I answered. "Good morning sunshine! How you doing this morning?" I asked.

"I don't know. Confused more than anything." she responded. 

"Confused. Why?" I asked. "What happened?" I was seriously worried at that point. Would all my plans to fix my relationship with Jennifer fail because she met someone else?

"Don't worry, I didn't fall in love or anything like that." she continued. 

"Well don't keep me waiting. What happened? Please! I need details." I teased her, probing.

"Nothing happened. We were on the couch kissing and all I could think about was Daniel, so I made him leave." she said.

"Oh Jen!" I said, while inside I was cheering. 

"I almost went over by him last night to apologize but I was so drunk." she admitted. "Anyway I'm about 10 minute from his place now. Wish me luck!"

"Good Luck Hun." I was seriously panicking at this point. "Bye."

Hanging up the phone I jumped out of bed still wearing nothing but the corset. Tony sat up in bed at my quick motion. 

"Everything OK?" he asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

"No, everything is NOT OK! My boyfriend is on his way and he will be here in 5 minute." I said thinking fast. "Which means you have 2 minute to get the hell out of here!"

"Boyfriend!?"

"Yes! Boyfriend!" I said throwing his pants in his face. "Now get dressed!"

Three minutes later I was pushing him out the door while he struggled to get his shoes on. I had less than seven minutes to clean up, change back into Daniel and remove anything of "Danielle's." Unlacing and removing the corset I changed back to my masculine self and tossed it unceremoniously into it's case. Grabbing the dress, high heels and underwear I stuffed them into the back of my closet along with my makeup kit and ANYTHING else I found and closed the door.

I scrubbed off the makeup from the night before and jumped in the shower. Thankfully it was still early in the morning and it wouldn't be suspicious, plus it would remove anything I might have forgotten or couldn't be easily washed off, like perfume.

I examined myself in the mirror after the shower and was surprised with the amount of facial hair I had. I guess I had been spending so much time as Danielle that I hadn't been shaving. Well ... I had been shaving, just not my face. Warming up the water I lathered up my face and starting by my ear shaved that side before turning the razor over to cut against the grain getting a closer cut. Repeating the process on the other side I was left with a shaving cream goatee when here was a knock at the door.

Putting down the razor I answered the door. "Jennifer! Hi!" The surprise in my voice was genuine because she was still wearing her outfit from the night before. "Wow! You look fantastic! I just need to finish shaving and change then we should be ready to go. Where are we going?" I said letting my quick wit guide my words.

"Finish shaving so I can kiss you." she said stepping into my apartment. "Then you can tell me your side of the story about the costume party."

No sooner had I finished shaving before Jennifer reached out to caress my smooth face her lips seeking mine. "I've missed you Daniel." Jennifer said as she broke off the kiss.

"I've missed you too Jennifer. I tried calling. I wanted to explain but you wouldn't take my calls and I didn't want to leave it on a message you may never listen too." I started.

"I'm sorry." she said kissing me into silence. "I overreacted. I'm listening now."

Now was my chance to make it all right. I promised myself that Danielle would disappear once Jennifer and I were patched up. You should never make promises to yourself that you can't keep.

"It was because of a stupid bet with Jim." I started. "I bet him that my costume was so good no one would recognize me, not even him. I had to be there all night and be able to show him the hand stamp and the bumper sticker they gave out after 11."

"So you WERE there?" she asked.

"He wasn't happy to pay up but I was there. I still have the sticker." I pointed to it on the counter. Obviously the stamp is worn off by now." I continued. 

"Did you see what he was doing to me?"

"I did. I think he was trying to get me to blow my cover. It almost worked, I was coming to get you but some girl with short hair got there first. Then I lost track of you when you went outside. When I saw you again you were driving away and your friend was leaving as well." I continued. 

"That was Danielle! Do you know he was practically fingering me?" she questioned "He had his hand so far up on my thigh that when he started sticking his tongue in my ear he started playing with my panties as I tried to push away from him."

"I didn't see that part, no. I just saw that you were uncomfortable and when you pushed him away. That's when I started to come get you but it was so crowded I could hardly move. When I saw you were safe with that girl and the two Greek warriors I felt better and just kept watch from a distance. Until I lost you in the crowd anyway." I said trying to mention as many aspects of the evening that only someone who was there would know. "You had such a cute costume too! I didn't get a chance to ask when you stopped over, did you make it yourself?"

"I did. OH Daniel! I feel like such an ass right now." she said as she started to cry.

"I'm just glad you're here sweetie." I said, taking her in my arms. "Come on, let me finish getting ready and we'll go out.

I put on some black Dockers a purple button up shirt, to match her corset top, and a bright red tie.

"What do you think?" maybe not as dressy as that little number but its the best I've got." I said standing there holding my dress shoes.

"You look fantastic Daniel. So what do you think of MY outfit?" she had both legs locked, leaning back on one with the other stretched out toward me as she said it.

"I think its incredible! You know I love the corset but that skirt is amazing." she rocked her hips making her skirt swish as I was taking it all in.

"Then you'll love this!" she said stepping back a bit and giving me a fast twirl like she had last night for Danielle. As she twirled the pleats on the skirt let it fly up, showing off her stockings and garters reaching down from the corset. 

"It doesn't get any better than this." I said reaching out to her.

"Actually, there IS one thing that would make this outfit better." she said with a smile. "Do you remember the boots?"

"The "risque" boots? The one you said would never be worn outside the apartment?" I mused. 

"Ah ha" she said teasing me with a finger in her mouth.

"I'll go get em." I had to be careful pulling them from my closet because they were in the same area as many of "Danielle's" things. Jennifer was already sitting down on the bed with her shoes off when I returned. "May I?" I asked as I presented her the boots.

"Indeed you may my good man." she said doing her best British accent, which wasn't very good but it was cute, and lifted one leg toes pointed out. Slipping the boots on I began lacing them. I stretched out the process like I was lacing a corset. When they were fully laced she stood and took a few practice steps. "You know, these are actually pretty comfortable." she commented after several trips up and down the hall. 

"I can't believe you're willing to wear them out." I said as she came up to kiss me. With her enhanced height she was only an inch or so shorter than me.

"If you will recall I said the same thing about this." she said running her hands over her corset before coming to rest on her waist. "Danielle has opened my mind about a lot of things. I can't wait for you to meet her, but today." she said giving me a kiss, slipping her tongue in my mouth."Is about us."

We drove downtown and enjoyed the river-walk, stopping off at a restaurant when they opened for some refreshments. Jennifer got a glass of wine and I got a beer. Sitting right next to each other we touched, kissed, and fondled each other as we watched the river slide by. Her skirt had ridden up considerably when she sat down, the hem barely covering the lacy welt of her stockings. Sitting back in her chair she crossed her legs and she put them up on mine. It wasn't like her to be this daring in public but she seemed to be enjoying it. Resting my hand on her thigh I inched my pinky under the hem of her skirt to feel the bare skin above her stockings. It seems like small potatoes but it was more about seeing what her reaction would be. Insteaad of pulling away, or moving my hand, or at the very least scolding me, she just took a sip of her wine and watched me.

After we finished our drinks we went to the museum and walked around for a bit, sneaking kisses in every dark corner we could fine. In one particularly dark corner she actually let me slip a finger in her sweet little pussy before we heard a class field trip getting closer.

"Why don't we go someplace private so we can finish." Jennifer said.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"Right now I don't care if its an abandoned hallway as long as its private." she said pressed tight up against me.

"Your place?" I suggested.

"Mmmm, Too far." she replied.

"And my place is even farther!" I retorted.

"I have an idea." she said excitedly with wide eyes. "You're gonna love this!"

Ten minutes later we were laughing, sneaking into her office building's conference room. Being the weekend, no one was working and the cleaning crews had finished working as well. As soon as the door to the room closed Jennifer kissed me, drawing me toward the large walnut table in the center of the room.

"I've been 'fucked' by so may decisions that have come out of this room." she said backing up to the table. "The next decision made in this room that gets me fucked...is going to be mine." she said as she used my tie to pull me in for a kiss.

Following her guidance, I pressed her into and then up onto the table. Her legs locked around mine as I picked her up and put her on the large conference room table. Her tongue slipped into my mouth drawing mine out to play. I continued kissing her as my hands slid down that satiny brocade corset, down to her thighs, and then up into her skirt. 

Pushing away from me, Jennifer thrust her chest toward me as she reached back to lift her butt off the table. Grabbing the waistband of her g-string, I drew them over the boots and down her legs before putting them in my pocket. I was really glad that "Danielle" had fixed the garter straps before going out the night before.

Sitting forward Jennifer unbuckled my belt and released my pants before drawing out my engorged cock. Giving it a couple of strokes she aimed it toward her pussy and slid down toward it as I pressed in. Leaning back on the table she watched me fucking her. Her breath was getting quicker as she caressed her torso down to her waist. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started playing with her clit.

Propping one leg on my shoulder opened up her pussy and I began thrusting into her so hard she had a hard time breathing.

"OH. MY. GOD. DANIEL. FUCK ME. FUCK MY. PUSSY." she said loudly between thrusts.

I grunted in acknowledgment as I picked up my pace, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping filled the room. She brought her other leg straight up and locking her ankles together squeezed my cock. Concentrating on her face and satisfying her needs I ignored the rising inside of me. Grabbing her legs and pulling them to one side I gave her several more thrusts before pulling out and lowering them to the ground rolling her onto her belly in the process. Jennifer lay flat on the table, arms stretched out in front of her, legs spread as wide as she could. Stepping up behind, I slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy and began working in her again. The sensation was different and it was easier to not cum with every stroke. Noticing the room had outside windows and remembering her recent openness to public affection, as well as Danielle's experience with Justin, I pulled out and leading her over to the window. I bent her over again letting Jennifer balance herself against the glass. This was going to be it and she knew it, the brief look of panic on her face said it all. I gave the briefest nod of my head and she turned around to look out at the world as I drove my cock in again, and again. 

Jennifer was a beautiful woman and she knew it. She was also normally a very private person. She had been taught that intimacy was for the bedroom. To submit to being fucked like this, yes it was a somewhat private setting but on total display to anyone watching, went against everything she had learned growing up. It had been months before she and I were intimate and it was many months more before I was able to convince her that the apartment was as private as the bedroom. Clearly Danielle had made quite an impact and unlocked something long hidden. Being ridden like this, in her works conference room, up against the window, was clearly having an effect on her. Both of her hands were still on the window helping to absorb the momentum from each of my thrusts yet it was clear to me, from her moans, that her orgasm was rapidly approaching and, feeling the tightening in my balls, not a moment too soon either.

Jennifer clenched her pussy muscles as tight as she could with her legs spread so wide and that did it. It was too late, there was nothing I could do last any longer, I thrust into her, HARD, over and over again shooting my cum deep inside. She cried out in the middle of that flurry and I knew that she had as well. I savored the feeling as we finished, my cock still buried in her pussy, holding back our cum. We both leaned on the glass at that point trying to catch our breath.

"I love you Daniel." she said turning to kiss me as my cock finally slipped from her crevice. 

"I....oh oh!" I exclaimed as I heard voices coming down the hall.

"Oh my God! Where are my panties?" Jennifer whispered with concern.

"In my pocket." I said stuffing my deflated cock, still slick with her juices, back into my underwear.

"Follow me and act natural." she said as I was finishing zipping up my pants. She had already straightened her outfit and gave a quick glance over mine before nodding her approval.

I thought she was going to take a secret shortcut out some backdoor to get us out of the building before whoever it was found us. Instead she took me to her desk to grab some files that she "needed" because she was doing some work at home. At least that is what she told the VP of Operations, who had come in for the same reason, when we ran into him. Thankfully she was able to excuse us fairly quick and soon we were on our way back to her place.

I spent the rest of the evening with her that night. She was impressed when I made her dinner for the first time, a skill that I had cultivated as Danielle, and that I was even OK with watching a chic flick without a single complaint. When I left that night and for the next couple of weeks there was nothing that could bring me down. Jennifer and I were back together, stronger than ever. In fact she even invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with her Mother.

It was around that same time I realized there was just one problem, Danielle. It wasn't as simple as just using Danielle to open Jennifer's mind to date me again. Jennifer and Danielle had become GREAT friends. Jennifer and "Danielle" texted all the time and she was SO disappointed when Danielle could not make it to Thanksgiving as well and was also suddenly very busy. I also enjoyed my time as "Danielle" so on the few nights that I didn't see Jennifer I kept to the routine I had set when I first experimented with the corset and its powers. These times were few and far between with on difference, I never left the apartment. I didn't feel like I could trust myself.

On the Friday after Thanksgiving, slightly more than two weeks after our little tryst in the conference room, the VPO called Jennifer into his office. Apparently she had made quite the impression during the week long meetings with the suits from corporate. That combined with the fact that she was putting in extra hours on the weekend, at least that was what he thought, proved that she was the right candidate for some special training in New York at the companies World Headquarters. We both laughed about the "weekend work" she was doing that day and about how she was talking to the VPO without any panties on, as our cum was starting to run down her leg. 

"So how long are you going to be gone?" I asked

"At least a week, maybe two." she answered packing her suitcase.

"I can't believe you have to leave so soon. Couldn't they have given you a little more notice." I asked wondering what I was going to do without her for that long.




Bound Ch. 03: Bound Fovever



"Yes, they could have. Normally they would have. Apparently the VPO made them open up another slot for me. I could take the next one but that's not for another 6 months. This class starts tomorrow which is why I need to fly out tonight." she explained to me again. "Are you sure you don't mind driving me to the airport?"

"Driving you to the airport?" I questioned "No. You leaving for two weeks just before Christmas. Yes."

"Daniel, I need to do this. It's important and will be good for my career."

"Oh, I understand all that. I'm just going to miss you, that's all." I said truthfully.

Kissing me tenderly she said "It's just for a week or two sweetie. I tell you what, I will make sure to buy some sexy lingerie while I'm there that will make you ... well I'll just leave it at that."

I drove her to the airport after that and helped her get checked in. Kissing her goodbye at the security gate I went home.

It had been two weeks since I had spent more than hour or two as Danielle and I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. Donning the corset I was actually relieved to see Danielle looking back at me. It was strange but I missed her too. I had been spending so much time with Jennifer as Daniel that Danielle had been neglected. My body tingled all over which I immediately recognized as trouble. Refusing to touch myself to extinguish the fire that had awakened as soon as the transformation was complete I dressed in the sluttiest clothes I could find. My makeup was likewise over the top. Settling back into my old routine I started dinner and cleaned the apartment, watched some TV and then went to bed as Danielle. Dressed in one of my sexy baby-doll nighties I masturbated with my little purple friend to a crushing, mind numbing, orgasm. Tired of being cooped up as Daniel and knowing that I was low on groceries I went to sleep smiling, anticipating, a few hours in the "wild" as Danielle tomorrow after work. 

Turning into Danielle was like getting a vacation from myself every day after work. Needing some groceries seemed like a simple enough foray that would likely not end with me on my knees anywhere with a cock in my mouth. "Yup" I said looking at myself and my clothing, A black pencil skirt with a modest but form fitting blouse, push-up bra, garter belt, and stockings of course, my feet slipped into my high heeled saddle shoes, convinced myself, this would be perfect! I continued to think that right up to the moment I saw Chris. I tried getting away but accidentally made eye contact. I knew I was trapped. Chris came over, weaving his cart around the produce aisle, his eyes never leaving mine. He was so sweet and understanding, a perfect gentleman, and when he asked me out I was so surprised that I just said yes, without thinking, before exchanging numbers. 

It had been a few days since I had run into him at the store. I spent most of that time getting the right outfit and other amenities, when I wasn't questioning my own sanity for agreeing to the date in the first place, that is. Hours before I was to meet Chris I showered and shaved in preparation for my date with him. I even used some of the floral essences shampoos and conditioners I had just bought to give "Danielle's" hair a better scent and body. Donning the corset I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Was I really going to do this? It had been over a month since the Costume party and over five weeks since I first met him and I could easily stand him up. Running my fingers over the stitching I thought 'What can possibly go wrong?' and I wrapped myself in the corset. 

"Ready or not, here we go." I told my reflection in the mirror and began tightening the laces. The transformation was as quick as a blink. I still had not seen the actual transformation and I suspected at this point I never would. Whenever I got the laces tight I would blink and when my eyes opened again I was changed. 

Looking at myself in the mirror I wondered if I could make the corset a bit tighter? I untied the laces without undoing the busk and found I was able to tighten the laces enough to whittle away another inch from my waist before I slipped on the leather bra and garter belt I had bought for the occasion. Slowly drawing the Full Fashioned stockings up my legs, I attached them to the garter belt. Grabbing the G-string that matched the bra and garter belt I pulled that up over my moistening pussy and settled the waistband. It was crazy that I turned myself on like this but I was getting used to it. I took extra time putting up my hair and doing my makeup. I even included a nice shade of red on my toenails. I went with soft pastels for my eye shadow, sexy but not vampish like I had been the night we met. I wanted him to know that I could dress for any part.

The sundress I had picked for the evening was a pretty floral print that was low cut enough to display ample cleavage but not low enough that the leather of my bra was on display. Same with the length. It hit me a little lower than mid-thigh, high enough to be enticing but not so high that the welt of my stockings would be on display to the world. It was also nice because being a flowing skirt it would not draw tight across the buttons of the garter belt when I crossed my legs, marking its presence to those that knew what to look for.

Slipping the sundress on I smoothed it over my body turning this way and that making sure that everything was in place. I slipped my lacquered toenails into the high heeled cork wedges I had bought for the occasion. Actually I had bought the shoes first and then the sundress, the leather lingerie came from my favorite adult toy store where I had found my little purple friend.

Grabbing my purse with my wallet and cell phone I grabbed my sunglasses and headed to the door. While I was in the process of locking the door, Mike and Jim turned the corner in the hall. Thankfully, I heard them before I saw them or they would have seen the shock on my face. As it was I couldn't get back in the apartment in time nor could I draw the key out of the lock and move away from the door enough to seem casual.

"Well HOLY SHIT!!" Jim exclaimed "Danny Boy never told me he had a sister!" his eyes undressing me as he looked me up and down. It was clear to me that I was standing there naked in his minds eye and it made me feel uncomfortable. 'This must be what Jen was talking about.' I thought to myself.

"Twin sister, actually." I replied thinking fast. "Daniel's not here right now and I have a date."

"That's fine we were just heading over to McGill's. Haven't seen him in forever and wanted to see if he wanted to come along." Mike said. He was checking me out as well but not in such a creepy way as Jim had done. It was while Mike was talking that my phone rang.

Not recognizing the number I answered "Hello, this is Danielle." my heart sank a bit when I heard Chris's voice on the other end.

"Danielle, I am SO SORRY but I have to cancel tonight. We have a major deadline on this office building project and the boss is pulling a mandatory OT." he apologized. "Maybe we can do something tomorrow afternoon instead?"

"That's fine." I said trying to hold back my tears. What is it with this body that it cries so easily? I thought to myself. "Yeah, maybe tomorrow. That would be nice. OK. Bye."

"Danielle? Our Danny Boy has a TWIN sister named DANIELLE?" Jim laughed "That's fucking hilarious."

"Yeah! Hilarious! Now if you'll excuse me." I said as I started to unlock the door.

"No" Mike said putting his hand gently atop mine, stopping me from unlocking the door. "Why don't you come with us?" he suggested.

"No, I don't think that sounds like a good time." I said flicking my eyes at Jim.

Mike noticing the gesture assured me "We're actually not that bad. Ask your brother about us when you see him. Since he's never told us about you maybe he's never told you about us? Hi, I'm Mike and this is Jim" he said.

"Yeah! Come with us. We're great guys. You'll see." Jim added.

Since I was already dressed up and felt like I needed a drink I went against my better judgment and went with them to the bar. 

McGill's was a nice Irish bar that was known for their great draught beer selection, Irish Whiskey and some of the best bar food I've ever had. You could tell that everything was made from scratch. Since 'Danielle' had never been there though I had to act like it was all new.

I let them order me a drink while I went and powdered my nose. Checking my makeup in the mirror I, once again, questioned my judgment in coming here. Preparing myself for all kinds of questions about my 'brother' Daniel I headed back. Mike and Jim had picked a High Top bar table off to the side. Jim was waiting there with three beers. "Where's your buddy?" I asked.

"Who Mike? Already breaking the seal. Unless he's powdering HIS nose." he joked.

I definitely understood Jen now. I was in a public place surrounded by people and I didn't feel safe with Jim. With my legs crossed high on my thigh I turned toward the bathrooms, I did indeed see Mike coming back. He had a confident swagger to his walk and a nice bulge that I had never noticed before.

Sitting down at the table Mike picked up his beer and took a drink. "Games not supposed to start for another 30 minutes or so, Neal said." Neal was the bartender, a balding, 40 something former marine that was known for two things, an eye for gorgeous bartenders, and his love of soccer. Mike was also a big soccer fan so I figured that was why we were here.

I took a drink of the beer that Jim had selected for me. It was a crisp refreshing IPA that had obviously been dry hopped based on the intense aroma. I detected a bit of disappointment in Jim's face when I complimented him on his selection, I was after all a girl, I wasn't supposed to like beers let alone tongue blistering hoppy ones. I was supposed to drink Cosmos and other fruity drinks with umbrellas sticking out of them. It was then that the questions started.

The conversation was what I expected. Questions about 'me' and Daniel growing up etc. etc. etc. Who was born first? Were we close? I answered as little I could while being as vague as possible. Mike's questions weren't bad but Jim's questions were all inappropriate. I was about ½ way done with my beer when I started feeling funny. I had been drunk before but even in this tiny body there was NO WAY that I should be feeling like this after ½ a beer and it was quickly getting worse. Next, I remember hands on me helping me to my feet. Stumbling to the car and being helped in. Of being held up as my apartment door was opened. After that everything was like an out of body experience, I could feel everything happening to me but I was seeing everything from a place above. I lay limp as Jim had me slung over his shoulder. He carried me to the bedroom, sat me down on the bed and started undoing my dress.

"DUDE, I can't believe you slipped her a Roofie!!" Mike exclaimed while trying to keep his voice down.

"Why wouldn't I? Jim answered back in the same tone.

"How 'bout cuz she's our buddies TWIN SISTER!" Mike answered

"A twin sister we never knew anything about. She is also one hot piece of ass in case you didn't notice. Now relax, she won't remember a thing. Besides" Jim said "it's not like this is the first time we've done this." I was shocked as much as I could be in my vaporous state.

"Not like this we haven't. This crosses the line. Look, the game is about to start. I'm going back to the bar. You should come too." Mike said as he left.

I screamed "NO MIKE!!! Don't leave me!" but no sound came out.

Jim followed Mike to the door and locked it behind him before coming back to the bedroom. He started taking off his clothes before turning his attention back to my unconscious form. While removing my dress he discovered the stockings, leather lingerie, and the corset.

"Oh Danny Boy." he said "Your little sister is one HOT little slut." I could feel him peeling my panties down my legs revealing my clean shaven pussy. I tried to kick him but my body just lay there. Burying his nose in my pussy he started licking my clit. It was an incredible sensation that I would have enjoyed had I been a willing partner.

Rolling me over Jim removed my bra before flipping me back his hands mashing my tits as he continued tonguing me. Even in my 'out of body' state I was getting turned on. I could feel my pussy, betraying me, getting wetter and wetter. I tried to make myself believe that MAYBE this was all that was going to happen. Then his hands went to his zipper.

I was terrified! I kicked, screamed and flailed, I tried to claw him in the eyes but my body just lay there. Giving my pussy one last lick and a kiss on my clit Jim positioned himself at my opening. I could feel his hard shaft starting to part my silky wet folds when he hit a barrier.

"Holy FUCKING shit! You're a goddamn virgin! Oh I am gonna have FUN with this." he said as he thrust hard into me tearing through that barrier.

So much happened simultaneously at that point that I am not sure I can get it all down but I'll try. 

My out of body experience ended. I was back in my body the moment he pierced my maidenhead. It was as gentle as a soap bubble popping yet the pain of it tore me open to the core. I was mortally wounded and it felt good. I could hear a woman's voice screaming in the distance before I realized that it was my own. Being back in my body I had started to move ever so slightly. Jim must have felt that because he just lay there for a moment with his cock inside of me watching my face.

I was tingling down there, with even the slightest move I tingled even more. Satisfied that I was not waking up, Jim started moving. Slowly at first and then picking up speed. Every thrust set off a wave of pleasure. Waves that emanated from deep inside my pussy raced out to my extremities, gaining in speed and intensity as they traveled. When those waves hit my clenched fingers and curled toes they echoed back. My entire body was on fire. Wherever the waves coming out of my pussy combined with the waves that had been echoed back I could feel myself being washed away as those waves briefly combined. Fire coursed through my veins and waves of electricity crackled over my skin with each and every thrust. I could feel it like waves crashing on a stern and distant shore, I was being swept away.

Returning toward the source those waves were funneled down, focused and crashed into my clit with an unbelievable intensity. With the combination of every thrust and wave I could feel my orgasm approaching but it was unlike anything I had experienced so far. Judging from his increased pace Jim's orgasm was nearing as well. I didn't want to cum, and definitely not like this, but soon I wouldn't be able to hold back against the combined force of his thrusts and the waves. At that moment Jim came and after a flurry of intense thrusting I reluctantly came a moment later. His final thrust he held inside me and I could actually feel his cock pumping his seed deep inside of me. 

It was done! You know how when your ears pop when you yawn and suddenly you can hear so much better that you wonder how you could even hear before? Everything was so much more vivid, sight, scent, touch, hearing it was all so much more real for some reason.

Jim got off my limp body slowly before going to wash my virgin blood off his cock. "We gotta do this again sometime Danielle! Tell your brother I said Hi." he said as he got dressed and left. In the distance

I heard the door click shut with a tone of finality.

Full consciousness came slowly. When it did, I rolled over, curled up in the fetal position and cried myself to sleep.

It was hours later before I woke up, still exhausted from crying. I rolled out of bed, dried blood on my thighs. I could still feel the violation and it made me feel dirty inside. My fingers were numb as I worked the laces on my corset, new tears beginning to fall. The knot untied I started loosening the laces until I could be free of it and this body. Part of me wanted to go straight to Jim and knock his lights out for doing this to my 'sister', the other part just wanted to sit in a corner somewhere and weep. Once the laces were finally loose enough I unhooked the busk, closed my eyes and prepared for the change. I opened my eyes and my world, and my breathing, stopped. There looking back at me, corset hanging from one hand, was Danielle not Daniel. The corset slid from my hand as shock set in. I closed my eyes and opened them again but nothing had changed. Stumbling, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach.

Kneeling there, on the cold tile floor in the bathroom, praying to the porcelain goddess, I began to understand what had happened. The waves actually did wash me away. The final steps of the magic started once my maidenhead was pierced, the old was washed away, and the new finalized in the crescendo of orgasm.

I was numb, lost, and so confused. There seemed to be nowhere to turn, no one to help. Who would believe me? How could they? It was too fantastic to be believed. It was then that I remembered the little old woman. "OH MY GOD!!!" I said aloud to myself. "THAT'S why she was so angry! She had the same thing happen to her!"

Peeling myself off the floor I stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower. I knew it wouldn't wash off the filth that I was feeling inside but I needed to try. Showering as a woman was a different experience, my breasts were so tender and receptive, my nipples quickly hardening as I rubbed my soapy hands over them. I was in a hurry but seeing my naked body for the first time, I took my time and explored. Even without the corset pushing them up, my breasts were impressive, my tummy was flat and muscular like my arms and legs, my hips were well defined. I had a tiny waist that the corset was only partially responsible for. My pussy quivered as I turned my attention toward it, my fingers slipping into those folds that Jim had just taken advantage.

I didn't allow myself to think of Jim as my fingers, and the pulsating action of the shower head, began to warm me. Taking turns between playing with my clit and sticking my fingers inside I could once again feel my orgasm approaching. My breath was coming in quick raspy spasms in the hot shower. My fingers furiously massaged my clitoris as the hot water sprayed over my body. I stifled a scream into a whimper as I finally came. I leaned on the wall of the shower as I struggled to stand, the massaging shower head still beating down on my pussy.

Trembling, and not from the cold, I exited the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I used it like I had seen Jen do many times, wrapped around my breasts falling like a short toga dress. I wrapped my hair up in another towel. I decided quickly that if I was going to be a woman than I was going to dress/act the part.

I needed to talk to that woman, she had answers that I needed, I was sure of it. Trying to decide what to wear was the hardest part. While instinct was telling me to just slip into my jeans and a t-shirt my eyes kept drifting back to the sundress, to the stockings, to the garter belt, and finally to the corset. The dress repulsed me all of a sudden, not because I thought it was ugly but because of what Jim had done to me while I was wearing it. 

Determined to not be a victim I decided to put the same clothes back on. 'I AM ME' I thought as I picked up the stockings and began running them through my fingers. I am not going to let Jim define who I am. I slipped the garter belt around my waist and slowly drew the stockings up my legs. I drew it out pretended that I had a silent, attentive audience watching every little move. I crossed my legs at the knee, my leg stretched out as I attached the buttons to the welt. Standing, I inspected my seams in the mirror. 'I'm getting pretty good at lining them up' I thought, admiring my work. Slipping my g-string panties on I watched myself as I stepped into my heels. I walked back and forth watching myself in the mirror wearing nothing but the stockings, garter belt, g-string and heels. I made a point of keeping my back straight and putting an extra "bump" in my hips with each step. 




Bound Ch. 04: Bound to Apologize



"OK" I heard a voice say "If you are who you say you are, where were we the last time you said you loved me?

My body shifted as they sat down heavily on the bed.

"What...?" I started as the bedroom light was turned on. Squinting against the sudden change in light I saw Jennifer sitting on my bed.

"Quick, before you have a chance to make something up. Where were we the last time you said you loved me? If you REALLY are Daniel you'll know the answer." she repeated. "Not the first time, the LAST time!" she stressed as I opened my mouth to respond.

Still shocked that she was even there on my bed I answered. "Never." I admitted blinking my eyes against the bright light "I never told you I loved you. Not even once. You told me all the time and all I could ever say was ditto, or you too, or something else lame like that. Truth be told, I've always loved you Jennifer." I mumbled out in my semi sleep state. "What time is it?" I asked grabbing my clock.

She spoke at the same time my mind comprehended what my eyes were seeing. "Jennifer, its 4 O'clock in the morning. What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about what you told me so I came back." she answered.

"Bullshit!" I muttered irritably. "You came back thinking you would catch us in bed together."

"Oh, COME ON! Please don't be mad!" she pleaded. "You have to admit the lying, cheating boyfriend is so much more believable than a magical corset that turns men into women." she apologized, holding her coat closed. "Oh my God Danielle! Have you been crying this whole time?" she said noticing my face for the first time since turning on the light. 

"Not the whole time, No." I answered. "It comes in waves. I had finally gotten to sleep when you woke me."

"I'm sorry but you said there had to be something that would prove you actually were Daniel, when I thought of the question, I knew I had to come over right away." she said. "But Yes. I did expect to find you in bed with my boyfriend."

"If I wasn't living through this I wouldn't believe it either. When did I say that?" I asked.

"When I got up to leave." she replied

"I don't even remember standing up." I said sitting up in the bed, drawing my knees to myself. 

"I should really get going. I'm sorry to have come by so late, er early." Jennifer said, as she got up to leave. "I'll call you later." 

"Please stay!" I begged, practically whispering "It's probably too late now but ... I love you Jennifer. You are the one person in the world that knows whats happening right now, the only person I trust, and I REALLY do not want to be alone right now." I said, as new tears began welling in my eyes. 

"Oh Daniel! I love you so much!" she said holding me tight.

"Please Jennifer, Daniel is gone now, call me Danielle." it hurt so much to hear myself admit that but it needed to be done. Like saying it out loud somehow made it more real.

Jennifer stood up and unbuttoned her jacket, underneath she was wearing a short, sheer baby-doll nightie with matching panties, it was then that I also noticed she was wearing high heels as well. Her breasts were supported by the satin underwire cups of the nightie, her nipples pressing hard against the material. I felt my pussy quiver as she bent over to set her jacket on the chair.

"If you were in bed with Daniel, I wanted to show him what he'd be missing." she commented as she slipped out of her heels.

"What made you come back?" I asked her, as she got under the covers with me.

"Well! Of the few times I've bean cheated on, no one has ever had such an elaborate story and definitely not a single one of them involved anything magical. Which meant you were probably telling the truth, regardless of how crazy it sounded. So when I thought of that question, I got out of bed, dressed in this just in case, slipped on the heels and drove over here." she explained her logic. "Lets get some sleep. We'll figure everything out when we get up."

Jennifer got into bed and spooned up against me. She was a little cold from wearing so little under her jacket and cuddled close for warmth. I wanted nothing more than to make love to that sweet woman but my body was just spent. Within minutes of turning off the light, I was fast asleep cradled in her arms.

It was past noon when I awoke the next day to the smell of coffee, bacon and eggs. I was just about ready to get out of bed when Jennifer came into the bedroom carrying a tray of food.

"No no no! Back in bed. I made you breakfast." she said, seeing me crawling out of bed. Setting the tray over my lap she said. "There's coffee and orange juice. I also made you an everything omelet, you still like omelets right? And bacon of course, everybody loves bacon." she said pointing everything out.

"Thank you. Why did you do all this?" I asked

"Because you needed more sleep, I needed a distraction to help me think, and I knew you would be hungry when you woke up." she said smiling. "Now eat. When you're done we'll talk." 

She was right, about everything. I actually felt like I was caught up on my sleep and my stomach was growling. "Thank you Jen." I said reaching out to hold her hand "I really don't know what I would do without you."

"Lucky for you I'm so understanding." she joked. "Come on, your food is getting cold."

"OK, but I'm making supper." I said putting a slice of bacon in my mouth. 

"Deal."

"Wait, don't you have to work today?" I asked remembering it was Friday.

"Friday's are kinda optional for me now since I came back from that seminar. I sorta got a promotion." she explained. "Even if I did have to work, I would have taken PTO. Being with you right now is more important."

"Thanks Jen." I said.

"You're welcome. Now eat!"

Finishing breakfast after a decent nights sleep, I was actually feeling good. Having a full tummy was nice but the best thing in the world at that moment was that Jennifer believed me. I didn't feel so overwhelmed anymore.

"Alright." she said, taking my tray. "Take a shower and get dressed. I don't suppose you have any clothes that will fit me do you?" The confused look on my face prompted her to continue. "I wasn't planning on spending the night, so all I have is what I'm wearing." she said sticking out a hip to show off her nightie.

"I'm sure we can find something that will work." I said, slipping out of bed and heading toward the shower. "Thanks again." I said looking back. "For everything."

"That's what friends are for." she said as she smiled and walked out of the room. "Now take a shower." she called from the hall "Daylight's a wasting."

I knew we were in something of a hurry but I had such a relieved feeling that I took a long, hot "Hollywood" shower. Once I was finished, wrapped in nothing but a towel with my hair up, I sought out Jennifer. I found her in the kitchen washing the last of the dishes from making me breakfast. It's crazy, I know I'm a woman now, but watching her standing there doing my dishes wearing nothing but that see through nightie that barely covered her butt with the matching thong panties, I wanted to fuck her. Especially because she had put the heels back on. Sitting down at the table I crossed my legs and set about toweling my hair dry.

"You didn't use all the hot water did you?" she said with a smile. "Feeling better?"

"No I did not." I replied."And yes, thank you."

"Alright, the first thing we need to do is go to the Police." she began, sitting down at the table, her knees together.

"And tell them what?" I choked. 

"That you were raped of course! He can't get away with this." I could tell she was upset. "You said they've done this before. How many? When will they stop? Will they stop? Danielle, they need to be in prison!"

"Jennifer! If I go to the Police, they're going to want to know who I am. I would need to testify. They would have questions I can't answer. I have no ID, no Social Security Card, nothing! I'm a ghost. On paper I simply DO NOT EXIST!" I emphasized.

"Then we need a plan to get you those things. Now that we know what you need, lets find out what you have." Jennifer said leaning forward crossing her legs. 

"I have a friend who believes me." I started "And that's about it. Yeah, I have a car but its not in my name. A place to stay for now til my money runs out, which will be soon because I can't go to work like this." I indicated my face and feminine curves.

"So we have a lot of things to do. So first question and maybe this is going to sound stupid but ... are you sure this change is permanent?" Jennifer asked adding. "I mean you don't want to go about changing your entire identity and then one day **POOF** you change back into Daniel."

"No, its not a stupid question." I responded. "I thought the same thing. Until last week anyway." 

"Why? What happened last week?" She asked with a quizzical look on her face.

"I got my period." I said simply.

"Oh my God!" she said, slowly covering her mouth with her hand.

"Tampons. Other than laundry it was the one thing that forced me to leave the apartment in the last two weeks." I admitted "At least I'm not pregnant!" I said, trying to put a positive spin on the situation.

"Oh Danielle." she said, coming over to give me a hug. "Don't worry. We'll figure this all out. OK? You'll be fine. So, back to your new identity, have you tried anything yet?" 

"I tried making some calls to Social Security but the people there were less than helpful." I said with a pouty lip. "Crying. Lots of crying, other than that, Ice Cream."

"Well the people who work for Social Security are not exactly known for their customer service skills. That's why they work for Government and not a Hotel or something somewhere." Jennifer said sitting back in her chair and crossing her long legs. "Crying rarely works, but ice cream. Now that! is an age old secret of all womankind." Jennifer laughed at that. "You can be such a dork sometimes, you know that?" She said, leaning over to give me a hug. "I love you." 

"I love you too Jennifer." the words were no longer foreign to me. "You know the sad part is, I have a plan, just no idea how to make it happen."

"Oh? Whats your plan?" Jennifer asked.

"Well; Step 1: somehow get or change my ID. Step 2: Find a job. Step 3: Since I can't go to the Police, Revenge." I replied, matter of factly.

"Revenge?" Jennifer asked.

"Actually 2 and 3 could be switched I suppose, a plan needs to be fluid right?" I added, ignoring her question.

"Danielle! You didn't answer my question. How are you going to get revenge?" she asked again.

"Just dessert." I replied.

"What. You're going to bake him a pie or something." she probed.

"No! I am not going to bake him a pie. I've had a LOT of time to think since he did this to me, when I wasn't cooking or cleaning to keep myself busy, and I realized the only punishment fitting his crime is to have it happen to him. Hence, Just Dessert." I finished to see her with an absolutely apoplectic look on her face.

"Do you have a plan for this?" she asked.

"I've had little else to think about for the last two weeks." was my answer.

"Good," she said uncrossing her legs and slapping her thighs. "at least we have something. It'll make it easier to work out the bugs. For now why don't you keep getting ready. You can fill me in on the plan later. I'm gonna go jump in the shower." she said getting up. "And then hopefully we can find something that will work for me to wear."

I was amazed at her reaction. I had just told her that I planned on drugging and raping my rapist and her response, once she got past the initial shock, was basically 'OK, well that's nice. Just tell me over supper, in the meantime lets go out.' Shaking my head I followed her suggestion and went about getting ready. Ten minutes later, when Jennifer got out of the shower, I was dressed and had my makeup mostly done. Since my hair was so much shorter than hers it dried fast and with my pixie cut was easy to style.

"Oh my God" she said "I love that sundress!" indicating for me to turn.

"Thanks, Jim apparently really likes it too." I said, smoothing the skirt, feeling the buttons from the garter belt underneath.

"What do you mean?" she asked, a look of panic settling on her face."He isn't here is he?"

"No, he's not here." I reassured her. "This is what I was wearing when he raped me." Jennifer got a horrified look on her face. "I remember him saying that I was 'one hot piece of ass.'" I said mimicking his voice.

"Oh my God, you freaked me out for a second there. Especially considering what you just told me." she said her eyes getting wider with every word. "Knowing that, I don't care how cute that dress is, I'd burn the damned thing."

"I thought about it at first but then I realized that would be buying into the whole 'blame the victim' mentality." I explained. "It also occurred to me that if I did that, or even if I just refused to wear it ever again, I would be accepting that he had power over me. He doesn't! Not now! Not EVER! Which is why after everything had sunk in, and I had taken a shower, I put it back on. The whole outfit! Actually I take that back, I did change up two things."

"What did you change?" she asked

"I wore the corset on the OUTSIDE and I changed out the wedges for the BOOTS." I replied. 

"HA! Wow!" Jennifer said, with wide eyes. "Maybe this will sound funny but you are an amazing woman Danielle and I'm glad we're friends." she said giving me another hug. "Now lets see if we can find something for me to wear. I still can't believe you're a size 4!" she walked away shaking her head.

Going through my modest wardrobe Jennifer was pleased to find that one of skirts had an elastic waist and would fit her at least long enough to get something else without having to drive all the way back to her place. She decided to wear her nightie as a blouse and incorporated some fishnet back-seam stockings and garter belt from the risque bag. As she was tying the saddle shoes I went to find my purse.

"OK, I got it. You ready?" I called from the living room. 

"Almost. Could you come here? I need a hand." I heard her answer from the bedroom.

Walking into the bedroom I saw her putting on a necklace. "Here let me help you with that." I said moving to latch it behind her neck.

"No, that's fine, I got it. I need help with this." she said as stepped to the side, revealing the corset, in its case, sitting on the bed behind her.

"Ummmm." I was at loss for words.

"Is it OK if I wear it?" she asked, not sounding so sure anymore.

"Ahhh." I still had nothing.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." she said apologizing. "Forget I mentioned it."

"No, Jennifer, its fine, you just surprised me that's all." I said picking it up and slipping the halter over her head. "Turn around." Jennifer turned around and drew up her hair as I wrapped it around her middle and fastened the busk. I had to admit, Jennifer had a good eye. Since the nightie was entirely sheer except for the push-up cups, the corset gave some more coverage. The black leather of the corset was also a nice contrast to the burgundy colored satin nightie and gray skirt.

"Are you sure it's OK?" she asked "because if its not... AHHHH!"

I cut her off as I began tightening the laces. "I'm going to go slow, OK. Remember, this is a real corset, not like the one I got you from Frederick's. This is going to be a lot tighter and more stiff. It's also going to force you to have good posture." I explained as I was slowly drawing in the laces. "I'm not gonna tighten it all the way though, that way you can acclimate a bit before I actually tighten it. OK?" she nodded her head. 

I proceeded to draw the laces in. Working my way slowly from top and bottom toward the middle, until her waist was drawn in, but not so tight it gave her any trouble breathing. My hands were shaking, I was so nervous, as I prepared to tie the knot. It was always at that point the magic became activated and I had no idea what it would do for someone who was already a woman. Jennifer must has sensed my anxiety. 

"Its OK Danielle. I'll be fine." she reassured me.

I finished the tie in a pretty bow in the small of her back and prepared to catch her, just in case. 

Feeling that I was done Jennifer put her hair up in a bun to get a better look at herself in the mirror. The corset drove her breasts up and in, forced into the most amazing cleavage. I could see the delight in her eyes as she ran her hands over her waist down to her hips. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement. "I love it!"

"You look incredible." I told her. "You should walk around a bit, try to move like you normally would. That way the laces have a chance to settle, at that point we can tighten them a bit more if you want."

"No, I think this is OK for now. We need to get going anyway. Ahhh, You should probably let me drive." she finished seeing my keys in my hand. "At least until we get you a drivers license."

"Sorry, just habit." I responded.

"Don't worry sweetie. We'll get this all taken care of, OK?" giving me a hug and a kiss, when I nodded my head we left.

I pointed out the fire gutted pawn shop as we drove past it on the way to the mall. Jennifer looked at me with pity in her eyes before resting her hand on the knee of my crossed leg. My breath caught as her touch kindled a fire in my loins

"Is this turning you on?" she asked when she heard the difference in my breathing. 

"Uh huh!" I said crossing my legs tighter, putting pressure on my clit.

"I'm sorry, I'll stop." she said giving my knee one last caress.

"Mmm mmm." I whimpered, as she drew her hand away.

"Over supper I want you to tell me the story again." she said as we pulled into the mall parking lot. "And I mean everything."

"I already told you everything." I told her, as she was pulling into a parking place.

"I know but to be honest, I was only half listening. Also there was so much to take in I think I may have missed some details."

"Oh, OK. What are we doing here?" I asked as she parked at the mall. "There's isn't some secret phony ID place moonlighting behind the Cinnabon is there?"

She laughed out loud to that. "No, but you need some more clothes. What you have in the closet isn't nearly enough. Some of you old clothes I can modify so its still usable but not all. Besides there is nothing in the world like a little retail therapy with your girlfriend to lighten the mood."

"I thought we were going to get me an ID?" I asked obviously confused.

"Luckily I know you so well that while you were in the shower I logged you into the Social Security Website and changed your name and requested a replacement card. When it comes we'll take it and your old license to the DMV. It shouldn't be too hard at that point to have them change the information and reissue your ID. Nothing to be done now but wait for everything to get mailed, so for now ... we'll do some shopping." Jennifer explained.

What can I say except she was right. We spent pretty much the rest of the day there going to different stores, trying on different outfits. We modeled skirts, shoes, hats, pants, and purses, turning more than a couple of heads in the process. By the time we were leaving, with our haul of the day, our faces hurt from laughing so hard. We were so relaxed in each others company that when my hand brushed hers she didn't hesitate to lace her fingers with mine. I slipped right back into my "normal" role with her, even though she was now 2" taller than me flat footed, opening her car door for her and kissing her before she got in. There was only a slight hesitation before she kissed me back but it was enough to snap me back to the reality of the situation.

"Sorry, I forgot myself for a second there." I apologized.

"Don't be sorry. If I didn't like it I wouldn't have kissed you back." she reassured me. "Lets get home though, I'm more than a little hungry." Between the look in her eyes and the way she stressed 'hungry' left much to the imagination.




Bound Ch. 04: Bound to Apologize



Getting back to my place I immediately cracked open a bottle of my favorite wine, Eco Domani Merlot and started to saute mushrooms, onion, and garlic before making up some meatballs. Jennifer was sitting at the table with her shoes off rubbing her feet in between sipping her wine and talking to me.

"I can't believe you still have those shoes on. Don't your feet hurt? She asked watching me as I tended the sauce and rolled the meatballs.

"Well considering my first foray into "the wild" as Danielle ended with me on my knees with some guys cock in my mouth, I got in the habit of not leaving the house. So I would come home from work put the corset on and then cook and clean dressed pretty much how you see me now. I guess I've gotten used to it." I responded

"So when do you usually take them off." She asked.

"When I'm getting ready for bed." I responded pouring some of the wine into the sauce to taste.

"Wow, that's crazy! So what if you decided to change into a nightie before going to bed." she asked.

"Actually, once I finish cleaning up after supper I usually put something else on." I explained "But I find a different pair of shoes to match that chemise or baby-doll."

"That's your male desire for what a woman should be coming through." she teased.

"Mm mm perhaps. Who knows maybe it will help me find a guy. It's nearly ready, just needs to hang out for a bit!" I said giving the sauce a final taste.

"Do you REALLY like guys? It has to be so weird, I mean because you said I was turning you on today in the car." she asked coming to dish up a plate.

"Trust me, it is even weirder than you think." I explained. "At least as much as I have been able to work out on my own."

"Oh" 

"Obviously you were born as a woman." I started

"Yes." she said responding to my statement.

"I wasn't. We always hear about how girls mature into women much faster than boys mature into men." I continued.

"Or if they ever do." Jennifer interjected. "Sorry, did I say that aloud." she apologized after seeing the look on my face.

"Anyway, I suspect on some level that is because the sensations of physical and even emotional contact are that much more intense for women, so it actually takes longer which is why it needs to start earlier." she was listening intently as this point. "I was born a man and have no way of dealing with the thoughts, feelings, and needs of this body. When I feel desire, my male programming instructs me to go after it because that is what men do. They find that which turns them on and pursue it."

"So, do you like men or women?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"My mind tells me I am a straight male while my body tells me I am a straight female." I continued.

"So when you made love to me the other night, you were Daniel in a woman's body?" she seemed REALLY confused now.

"Partially, like I said, straight male, straight female, one body." I was just confusing her even more. "It's even harder to live like this than it is to explain. Let me try it this way. I look at you and I feel Love. I love you Jennifer, I always have and I can't say it enough. Right now I want to take you and make love to you.

"Oh that's so sweet." she said cutting in.

"But if Chris or Justin or pretty much any cute guy, except Jim, were here right now by the end of the night, as much as my mind might protest, I would either be on my knees or on my back." I finished.

"Not if they said no." she teased.

"If they said no, I would beg." I admitted. "Remember how I begged you to finish the first time you sucked my cock and stopped just before I came."

"OH MY GOD! You would beg a man for sex, I would NEVER do that!"

"Female programming." I muttered. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, anything." Jennifer said taking another bite.

"How often do you ... you know ... NEED to cum?" I asked timidly.

"NEED to? I don't know if I ever NEED to but I like too, I don't know, maybe once or twice a week. Three at the most. It depends." she answered. "You?"

"Everyday. Sometimes more than once." I admitted before hiding my shamed face in my glass of wine.

"EVERYDAY!?" 

"At first I did it every day because it was fun and it was part of my routine of playing "the good wife." I explained. "Since Jim, its been everyday."

"You should get a vibrator." Jennifer joked taking a sip of wine. "They're less complicated and more dependable." 

"Got one. It has seven settings, 4 different 'heads' and I already had to change the batteries twice." I responded. She struggled to keep her wine from going up her nose she was laughing so hard at the last comment. "You know I was ALWAYS loyal to you Jennifer."

"Always, right up to the point that you magically turned into a woman and cheated on me with another guy." she said smiling. Seeing the hurt look on my face she added. "I'm joking Hun. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through right now."

"Its been rough, basically its just been keeping to a schedule that has kept me sane." I said. "You believing me has been a Godsend. And now that we're closer to getting my identity switched I'm glad to have some more clothes." I said finishing my supper. "Here let me get that." I said as I reached for Jennifer's plate.

"No, I'll help. Then after we'll go for a run." she said, as she got up home the table carrying her empty plate and wine glass. "That was really good by the way."

"Thanks." I replied.

After we finished washing, drying and putting the dishes away, Jennifer told me to go change into one of the exercise sets she had bought for me. I liked the feeling of the lycra running pants but squeezing my breasts into the racer-back sports bra was a bit of a chore. Once I finally had "the girls" contained I zipped up the matching hoodie and set out to show off the outfit. I found Jennifer in the living room stretching out wearing one that she had bought for herself.

"You might want to limber up before we go out or you're going to get cramps." she said, bending at the waist, legs crossed at the ankles, her pert little ass pointing right at me. My male mind surfaced briefly noting there was no visible panty line in her skin tight pants.

"Go out? You want me to go out? No, I'm not going out!" I said in a panic. "I can't. Please Jen. NO!"

"We ARE going out. Its about time you stopped hiding in here and get out into the world." she said "And Monday you are going to start coming to my yoga classes with me."

There was no getting out of it. I recognized that tone in her voice, she had dug in her heels. Reluctantly I began stretching, copying most of the moves she was doing.

"Why are you making me do this again." I asked, as we walked out of my apartment.

"A few reasons. You can't stay here all the time. You also need to learn how to interact with other people. AND that tight little body of yours won't stay that way if you don't move." Jennifer listed things off.

We went for a short run, Jennifer allowing me to set the pace at first before she decided I was going too slow and picked it up. By the time we got back to my place I was sweaty, gasping for breath and leaning on the wall because my limp, noodle legs were on fire and would no longer support me.

"Why? Are? You? Trying? To kill? Me?" I gasped. "How long was that? 5 miles? 10 miles?"

"I'm not trying to kill you, silly, and that was barely a mile." she said jogging in place. "And we are going to do that every other day from now on."

"And Yoga?" I asked.

"Will be on the off days. Now why don't you go take a shower and continue with your routine." she said. "When you get out I want you to tell me everything again."

Jennifer took over the shower as I was getting out not even letting the water get turned off. I even offered to 'wash her back' for her which she declined with a kiss saying. "Lets save that kind of fun for later!"

By the time she got out of the shower I was sitting in the living room, legs crossed, wearing my black satin chemise and black patent pumps.

"You are too funny. SEXY as hell, but funny." said taking a seat adjacent to me. "Now start at the beginning and tell me everything. Every detail because I am sure you left some things out the last time."

This time I told her everything, not just what happened to me but what I felt as everything was happening. When I tried to gloss over the sexual parts she would have me go back and tell it again in greater detail. Because of that I tried to highlight the confusion I experienced being a man in a woman's body. Jennifer sat there on the edge of her seat listening to every word. Unlike before, this time when she had questions she asked them and I answered in full detail. It took a few hours and another bottle of wine before I got it all out. When I finished telling the tale she slumped back in her seat letting out a long breath.

"So tell me about this Chris you met at Third Base." she asked. "He seems nice."

"He is, he was so sweet. I can't believe his fiance' left him." I said taking another sip.

"Crazier things have happened." she said looking at me

"Oh hush!" I retorted.

"So did he call the next day?"

"He did." I replied. "The next morning."

"Did you talk to him?" her question was almost frantic.

"I couldn't." I answered. "Everything was still so fresh that I just...I just couldn't."

"What!? Are you serious?" she uncrossed her legs and sat forward in disbelief. "Has he called since or have you called him?"

"He's called a few times but I didn't answer." I responded. "Its been a few days since the last time so maybe he's given up by now."

Call it fate, call it Divine intervention, or just sheer dumb luck because no sooner did I say the word 'now' that my phone started ringing. Before I could even process what was happening Jennifer was up, running in high heels with me three steps behind. Scooping up my phone in her left hand while holding me back with her right she answered.

"Hello." pause "No this is her friend Jennifer." pause "Yeah she's here. I'll go get her." pause "Well she's been having trouble with her phone for a couple of weeks." pause "No I understand, I would think the same thing. You know whats funny is we were actually JUST talking about you." pause. "Nope, all good things. Well here she is. Bye!" she said. As she handed me the phone she mouthed to me 'GO OUT WITH HIM!!"

"Hello. Chris?" I answered, glaring at Jennifer. Unfazed, she blew me a kiss while refilling her glass.

"Hey! I can't believe I'm actually talking to you." he started "I thought maybe you were mad at me because I had to postpone our date."

"I'm sorry, like Jen said my phone was messing up so I had to take it back to the store. Then, of course, they weren't able to extract any numbers from my contact list. Anyway long story short is that I just got a new phone today, hopefully it works better than the last one." I explained, building on what Jen had started.

"Listen, I know its short notice but I would really like to see you again. Would you like to go out for lunch tomorrow?" He asked.

"I would love to." I said before sticking my tongue out at Jennifer. "Just one condition though."

"Anything!" he said, the excitement of the moment clear in his voice.

"You have to come pick me up." I told him. Jennifer was practically jumping with joy and giving me a thumbs up as I gave him my address and directions to get to my apartment. 

"I will see you tomorrow then around noon." Chris said "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I responded and then hung up the phone.

"Happy!?" I asked an obviously elated Jennifer who had retaken her seat. She languished there, swirling the wine in her glass, kicking her crossed leg with a grin on her face like the Cheshire cat.

"Immensely." she said, her smile apparent even in her voice. "Now, what are you going to wear?"

"I have no idea! I'm still trying to process that I have a date tomorrow." I answered.

"I would suggest something casual considering its a Sunday lunch date. Either the sundress you planned on wearing last time or your jean skirt with the black peasant blouse and corset." 

"And what do you suggest for shoes?" I asked.

"For the sundress the cork wedge heels, for the jean skirt the silver strappy sandals." she suggested.

"This is so confusing." I said sitting down. "I now have a date with a guy that my girlfriend is pushing me into."

"Well first of all girlfriends often push other girlfriends to go out with someone. Second, and I know this is nothing compared to what you are going through" she started. "This has been very confusing to me as well." I raised my eyebrows. "No seriously! You didn't just lose your identity, I lost my boyfriend. The man that I Loved. The man I anticipated marrying someday and having children with. At the same time though, I found a friend unlike any I have EVER had. I should be mad but I'm not. I want you to find a nice guy and be happy but at the same time I want to be with you. The really crazy part is I still consider myself a straight female, even while making love to you."

"I love you too Jennifer." I said moving to kneel where she was sitting. "I love you with all of my heart." I said, resting a hand on her knee. "And no matter what happens or who we both may find I don't want to lose what we have." I continued, leaning in to kiss her. Setting her glass down Jennifer leaned forward to meet my advance, took my face in her hands and returned the kiss.

Our soft bodies rubbed against each other as we explored each others mouths. Hooking my fingers on the hem of her nightie I drew it up. Jennifer raised her arms above her head and the nightie slipped off, her breasts falling free. Burying my head in those soft, golden globes, I heard her gasp as my tongue found, encircled and sucked her hard nipples. Coming up on my knees so that we were on the same level I took advantage of my leverage and pushed her back in her chair, slipping between her open thighs at the same time. As I was driving her back I felt her fingers fumbling with the hemline of my own nightie. Raising my arms above my head my garment soon fell in a pile next to hers.

"Make love to me Danielle." Jennifer said as she gazed into my eyes.

We made love slowly that night keeping our high heels on as we went down on each other. I also introduced Jennifer to my little purple friend. I enjoyed driving her wild by licking her pussy while using BOB, battery operated boyfriend, on her clit. It was a sexual battle we waged that night as each of us tried to drive the other to orgasm first. Jennifer won, as my orgasm tore through my body. I have no doubt the neighbors knew what was going on as I called out loudly, and repeatedly for Jen to "Eat my pussy" and "OH My GOD! I going to cum!" My thighs tightened, holding her head in place as I squeezed my breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples. Refusing to admit utter defeat I rolled her over and pinned her on her back while I nestled between her spread legs. While she was in that vulnerable position I held BOB to her pussy and pinned it there with my body. Her orgasm was just as powerful as she screamed/moaned her way through the climax. Our nighties already lying in a pile on the floor, we slipped off our shoes. Laying there we kissed and played with each others dripping wet pussies, being careful to stay away from the overly sensitive clitoris, until sleep overtook our exhausted bodies.

When we awoke the next morning I decided to take a nice hot bath while Jennifer slept in. After a nice long hot soak I propped my self on the edge of the tub and shaved my legs and pussy in anticipation of my date with Chris. After I got done rubbing lotion on my freshly shaved legs I went to check on Jen and was surprised to see her up and dressed.

"C'mon, We still have time make it to Church if you hurry." Jennifer said as she brushed out her hair.

"Church? Wait. What?" I questioned.

"Yes, Church. I've wanted you to come with me for a while now." she continued, as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

"Jen, seriously! I don't even know the last time I went to Church." I replied trying to find an excuse not to go but by the tone in her voice I knew I had already lost.

"Which is EXACTLY why we are going!" she responded

"But what about us and what we've been doing?" I asked

"What we have been doing is no more a sin now than it was before your transformation. Now. Get Ready!" she said with her hands on her hips. "Oh, can I borrow some perfume?"

Since it WAS Church I opted to wear the sundress and cork wedge mules like Jennifer had suggested the night before. I really wanted to wear the jean skirt but it was so short that I didn't feel it was appropriate. The leather bra, g-string, and garter belt were my little secret. I wore the back-seam stockings as a matter of protest. 

"Isn't this going to make me late for the date you insisted I go on?" I asked Jennifer.

"Nope, the service gets done at 11 we'll be back here by 11:30 at the latest. Chris should be here around noon. Perfect timing." She answered. "You look lovely. Ready?"

So much for my protest.

The service itself was nice and it was actually a very comforting feeling I had the whole time. I even got some big smiles from the older ladies when they saw my 'Nylons' as they called them. I guess I reminded them of younger days. A couple of them even invited Jennifer and I over for tea. We graciously declined of course letting them know I had a date taking me out for lunch. They both laughed and winked and patted my hands in that way that only older ladies can, before telling me 'Good Luck' along with a handful of other advice regarding courtship. I have to say, I was a BIT overwhelmed.

Jennifer was right about getting back to my apartment around 11:30 and of course Chris was early. We ran into him as he was leaving the building.

"Oh my God!" Jennifer whispered to me through clenched teeth. "If you don't want him, can I have him?"

Throwing a scowling face at Jennifer, I got out of the car. Letting out a squeal I trotted up to Chris and threw myself into his arms in a reaction that was not at all faked. My heart was pounding, my tummy churning, and my pussy quivering. I reveled in the strength of his arms when he caught me, holding me to his chest, and twirled me in a big hug. So often I had heard girls say they felt safe in my arms when I held them the way I was being held, and I never understood. There in Chris's arms, I understood.

"Well Hello!" I felt as much as I heard him say.

"Hello." I said looking up at him. "You weren't leaving were you?"

"No, just going back to the car to wait." he answered.

"Sorry, we got hung up a bit at Church." I said, reluctantly leaving the comfort of his arms.

"Oh." he stated. "Which Church?" 

"St. John's." Jennifer answered for me. "Hi, I'm Jennifer." she said extending a hand.

"Hi, I'm Chris." he said shaking her hand. For some reason Jennifer smiled after they shook hands. "You know I actually used to go to St. John's when I was a kid. Haven't been there in years though."

"You should come with us next week." Jennifer told him.

"Maybe I will." he said looking down at me.

"Well, why don't you two kids run along. I have some running of my own to do." Jennifer said walking back to her car. "I'll call you later." she said to me. "It was nice meeting you." she said to Chris as she waved to the both of us. What running around did she need to do I wondered?

"You look lovely." Chris said once it was just the two of us.

"Thanks." I said giving a twirl. "You like?"

"Very much." he said offering me his arm like a gentleman.

Taking his arm he guided me to his car and holding the door, helped me get in. 'Well' I thought to myself 'he already passed the first of the little old ladies criteria' lets see how the rest of the date goes. Chris took me to a nice little Mexican restaurant that had an outside dining area. The service was great and the food incredible. They even had a neat little guacamole cart where they made the guacamole to order right at the table. After that we went for a walk in a park nearby. I was glad that he was keeping the date to public places because it was getting harder and harder to resist the feelings I was having. By the time he dropped me off 3 hours later I was practically biting my tongue to keep from sucking his dick while he was driving me home.




Bound Ch. 04: Bound to Apologize



"Thank you so much for the lovely afternoon Chris." I said as we walked, holding hands, to the door of my building. "I had a great time."

"I'm glad." he said smiling. "Maybe next time we can do dinner and a movie."

"I would like that." I said looking up at him, my smile touching my eyes.

He leaned in to give me a kiss and I gladly closed the space in between. Wrapping my arms around his neck I submitted to him, pressing my body against his, my legs caressing his. My breath was getting raspier as I resisted the urge to jump up and wrap my thighs around him. To beg him with no words to 'lay me down and make me a woman!' just then I noticed, from the bulge in his pants, it wasn't just me. He was having a hard time too, and I don't mean just what was in his pants. His breath was as labored as mine as we came down off that high. We leaned heavily into each other to keep from falling over.

I looked up into his eyes and caressed his face before stretching up to give him one more kiss on the lips. Smiling at him I turned my body and started walking through the doorway his hand slipping out of mine with each step. Blowing him a kiss I turned my head and closed the door behind me.

OH MY GOD!! I thought to myself as I walked into my apartment. My entire body tingled with pent up stimulation. I had never been so horny in my life! The only reason that I had not invited him in was because of Jennifer. A quick look around the apartment revealed that she was still out running around. All I could think about at that point was how badly I wanted Chris's cock inside of my pussy. Stripping off my dress and shoes I grabbed the corset and the boots. I needed to wear something that reflected how I was feeling on the inside. Tossing my bra to the side I slipped into the boots and then deftly laced 

up the corset and boots. Adding the non piercing jewelry to my nipples and clit, I checked myself out in the mirror to make sure I looked as wanton as I felt before pouring myself a glass of wine to help take the edge off. It didn't work.

Three hours later Jen let herself in with a multitude of bags hanging from her arms to find me half naked, dressed like a slut, three sheets to the wind and even hornier than when Chris dropped me off. 

"Wow." she exclaimed "Am I interrupting something?"

"If by 'something' you mean me being hornier than I have ever been in my life, Yes. If you are wondering if anything happened, then No. Chris was a complete gentleman and I behaved myself, though at the moment I wish I hadn't." I slurred my words as I answered. "

"Why didn't you?" she asked. "That was partly why I've been gone so long. To give you two some privacy!"

I just stared at her with glazed eyes trying to comprehend what she just said. When what she said finally soaked into my wine addled brain I responded. "It's probably best that I didn't bring him in. With the way I'm feeling, he might not have survived."

"Luckily for me, I came prepared." she said, laughing, as she was unpacking a familiar looking nondescript bag. When she pulled a large dildo from the bag I knew why it looked familiar. It was the same bag used by my favorite adult toy store. 

"Oh my!"

"Oh there is more where that came from but you are going to have to wait a bit longer." she began.

"Jen. I have been stewing in my own juices, literally, for hours. I can't wait anymore." I said, gliding toward her. "

Its actually funny that your wearing the corset." she continued ignoring me, still rummaging in the bag. "At least for what I have in mind anyway."

With the boots on I was slightly taller than her tonight and I tried using that to my advantage but I was also walking on carpet, in platform stiletto high heels, and I was drunk. I was no match. As I reached her she grabbed me and quickly spun me around, her fingers slipping inside my soaking wet panties. I gasped for breath as she held a vibrating egg shaped something against my clit. When I leaned over to catch myself from falling she shoved it, still vibrating, inside me. It was all I could focus on until I heard a 'click' from behind me followed by another shortly after. Opening my eyes I looked down to see a chastity belt locking away my nether region. That realization sunk in even more when the vibration suddenly stopped.

"What is this all about?" I asked Jennifer, as I turned to face her just in time for her to wrap a posture collar around my neck. I tried to fight her off but whenever I did she would hit the remote for the egg that was locked inside my pussy. Once the collar was locked in place as well, she held up a ball gag with a threatening look on her face. Staying silent I nodded.

"Good. Now, open your mouth." she said, holding the gag in front of my face.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth in submission. Keeping my eyes closed I felt her secure the gag behind my head. I remember thinking 'Well that's stupid! I still have my hands.' when she grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me. 'Never mind' I thought to myself 'she's thought of everything.' Tears were beginning to stream down my face as Jennifer secured a pair of arm binders at my wrists and another at my elbows behind my back.

"Do you trust me?" she asked tenderly, as I felt her wiping the tears from my face.

"I trust no one else." I responded as best I could around the gag, still unable to open my eyes. 

"Then trust me when I tell you, I will do you no harm." Jennifer said to me. "Now open your eyes."

I felt so vulnerable, gullible, and humiliated that it was difficult to open my eyes and look at her. The shock of the entire situation had sobered me up completely. When I did open my eyes I remembered the softness of her eyes, the warm smile, and the general look of tenderness on her face.

"I love you Danielle! I want you to know that before ANYTHING else happens tonight." she said kissing my tears away.

Still in shock, I nodded.

"Good. Now I have some things to say to you." she continued, looking me straight in the eyes. "You are my best friend. The best friend I have EVER had but you are also the woman who took the MAN that I loved from me. Do you agree that you need to be punished for doing that to me?"

After a moment of thought I nodded again reluctantly. 

"Good then." she seemed relieved at my answer. "I am going to punish you tonight Danielle. Then the slate will be clean and we can move on. You are my best friend and I want to be yours too. So what happens tonight must be consensual. Once I take out the ball-gag if at any point you say the word 'Umbrella' I will stop and unbind you, but I will also leave and that will be it. No more help from me, no more friendship. You will be on your own. Do you understand?"

I was terrified! Terrified of what she had planned. Terrified of losing the one person that I knew I could count on more than anyone. But most of all, terrified that I wanted her, needed her, to punish me.

Taking in a deep breath and forcing myself to stop crying, I nodded in acquiescence.

Pulling something else from her bag Jennifer placed some clamps on my nipples. The pain itself was incredible but then she started adding weights. My breasts were on fire and my body shook from the pain. I struggled to remove them but my arms were fully and securely bound. Trying to shake them off just made the pain more intense and I quickly stopped. I pleaded at her with my eyes to remove the clamps but she just admired her work. Seeing me struggle, she smiled.

"You wait here. If you move even an inch you will be punished further." she said picking up another, larger bag and a box "I am going to go get changed. This is going to be an interesting night I think." she said, as she turned and started down the hall. "Oh, I almost forgot." she said holding up the FOB to the vibrating egg locked inside my pussy. "Not an inch!" I didn't need to see the light on that dreadful remote to know what was going to happen as the egg began vibrating. It was different this time, more intense because it was random. It would start low before moving into a strange oscillation and then going full blast. That cursed little device somehow seemed to know just when I was about to cum because then it would shut off entirely before starting up again randomly. By the time Jennifer returned my cum was streaming down my leg, my breath coming in raspy spurts around the ball gag, and my entire body was quivering. 

Pressing the button on the remote again, Jennifer turned off the device of sexual torture locked in my pussy by the cum drenched chastity belt. "Not so soon darling. The night is still young."

Jennifer stood there at the end of the hallway feet shoulder width apart wearing brown suede knee boots to match her under-bust corset. Shapes like the sun surrounded each nipple, her hair was straight back in a high ponytail, her hands on her hips, FOB in one hand, a cat of nine tails in the other. In any other situation except the one I was in I would have been breathless with anticipation. I remember whimpering around the ball gag as she slowly sauntered toward me.

"Danielle, Danielle, Danielle. I understand that you stole your best friends man from her." Jennifer said as she moved closer to me. "It has been suggested that I punish you. You have been given a safe word?"

I nodded in answer to her question.

"Excellent. Then we can get started." she said as she reactivated the egg while walking around me whipping my stomach, buttocks, breasts, and thighs. The only place safe from the whip was my tear streaked face. Soon nearly every square inch of exposed skin was red with welts. The pleasure with the pain was so intense that my brain could barely process what was happening. Laughing with the pain and screaming with the pleasure the onslaught continued. Tears streamed freely down my face, combining with my spit from around the ball gag to drip off my chin.

"Perhaps we should move this to my office." she said, indicating the bedroom and clicking the egg to high.

Eyes rolling up in my head, Jen helped me up and I walked down the hall toward the bedroom and whatever Jen had planned. Walking to the center of the room I stopped, trying to ignore the sensations that emanated from within, and waited for Jennifer's next command.

I had a moment of reprieve when Jen entered. For a moment she was the same concerned, compassionate, beautiful woman I had fallen in love with. Setting down the whip on the dresser and turning off the egg, she came and kissed my face around the gag, she kissed my eyes and moved my hair out of face. Going to the bathroom she warmed up a washcloth before coming back and cleaning my face. I was convinced that maybe this was the end of what she had planned especially when she removed the gag from my mouth.

"Oh Jennif.." I started to say when that look suddenly disappeared and she slapped me across the face.

Taking my jaw in her hand she yelled. "YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNTIL SPOKEN TOO!! And you will address me as Mistress! Do you understand?" she said with a sternness that surprised me.

"Yes Mistress." I said with downcast eyes, my arms and shoulders burning from their confinement.

"Wait here Pet." she said reactivating the egg. "And if you cum before I return. Well lets just say that what you have experienced so far would be the warm up act."

Grabbing another bag she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door, the only light in the bedroom was that which washed out from beneath the bathroom door. She returned 10 minutes later harnessed with the large dildo I had admired earlier.

Seeing that massive silicone cock protruding sent a wave of panic through me. She stood there for a moment stroking it, just looking at me, daring me to utter the safe word. Was it just me or a trick of light and shadow, or was it just that it was attached to her small frame but it seemed absolutely massive. Far larger than anything that could fit inside of me. It couldn't possibly! Her strut was far more intimidating with that large phallus waving with each step.

"Like what you see." she whispered in my ear rubbing it against me.

Walking around me, she caressed my body, my skin still burning with welts. Standing behind me Mistress reached around and grabbed the clamps on my nipples, pulling them roughly. My poor nipples hurt so bad from the abuse. I was thankful when she removed those clamps until she picked up the whip again. Spinning the tails of the whip around and around she whipped my large breasts over and over. First one and then the other. The one time I turned to get away from the flail she whipped me across the back as hard as she could, new welts rising on my back and arms.

"You don't leave until I tell you your punishment is done!" she said through clenched teeth. "Lets move over to the bed. I think your ready for the next course of tonight's feast." she said leading me to bed.

Leaning me up against the bed Jennifer turned the egg back on before she began running her hands over my body feeling my bare shoulders, my breasts, my corset bound tummy, and my thighs. Standing back up she held her hands on my waist for some time trying to intimidate me with her 'cock'. She rustled around in her bag for a moment. Finding what she was looking for a moment later I felt the chastity belt release. Any second now and she was going to take me. Was I going to let her? Did I want this? My silence was my only answer.

With the chastity belt gone, Jennifer grabbed another toy from the bag and used it to mop the juices from my sopping wet pussy before pressing it against the little rosebud of my ass. That closed door slammed shut even further but denying her was painful and she was relentless. I struggled to relax, to allow that invader where nothing had ever been, but it was hard. Inch by excruciating inch she worked it in until, with a POP, I felt it make it all the way in, my rim now holding it in place. Mistress played with my pussy for a moment, rubbing my clit until the change in my breathing betrayed the level of my arousal. Discontinuing the stimulation she put her hand between my legs just below my soaking wet pussy and whispered in my ear. "Push it out, Pet."

"Yes Mistress." I responded, squeezing my muscles I pushed the egg out and into her hand.

"Lick it clean, Pet." Mistress said, as put that egg in front of my mouth. It was warm, wet and musky smelling and it was delicious. I followed her orders and licked it until she drew it away.

"Do you have anything you would like to say before we truly begin, Pet?" Mistress asked me.

"Just that I hope my body pleases you Mistress." I said timidly. "Pet lives to serve Mistress."

She was careful as she bent me over to lay face down on the bed. Kicking my legs so they were spread fully, I felt her step in, the bulbous head of her cock knocking at my door. Letting out my breath I relaxed my pussy as I felt her press in. Oh God! It was big, and I wanted it, needed it. THIS is what I had wanted from the moment I first saw Chris that morning. I was being stretched to my max and I loved it! It seemed like forever before those fake balls were pressing up against my mound. I grunted my satisfaction as Jennifer drove into me pressing against the butt plug, reminding me of its presence. I squeezed my pussy on that cock like it was real. Milked it as if that sensation would please my Mistress. I pushed back against each thrust. With my legs spread so wide and arms still bound behind me, my motions were limited but I wanted Jennifer, Mistress, to know that I was eager to please. My own orgasm should have been quick considering I was so turned on and had been all day long. That coupled with the fact I had been so close so many times should have had me screaming in ecstasy in short order, yet the opposite was true. Yes, I was close, but each thrust only moved me tiny steps closer to orgasm.

"Do you like that you little slut? This was the biggest cock I could find and you take it easily." she said to me never slowing her pace. 

"Yes Mistress, I love it. Fuck me with your big cock." I answered.

"So you like taking men from other women do you?" she asked, slapping my ass in time with several long hard thrusts.

"No Mistress, it wasn't like that."

"Did you not take, for forever, a man that your friend loved and wanted to marry?" she asked, pulling my head back by my hair roughly.

"It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen." I answered between thrusts.

"Do you think your punishment is an accident?"

"No Mistress, I need to be punished." I told her. "I need to make amends. I need to pay the price for my crime. Help me pay the price Mistress." I said. I was getting close, really close.

Clamping down on that cock and clenching my ass on the plug I tried to will myself to cum, it wasn't until Jen placed that vibrating egg on my clit that it happened. Other than the magically enhanced orgasm that changed my body, it is easily the most intense orgasm I have ever had. It wasn't just a release of muscle and tension, it was a release of pent up raw emotion and sorrow for the life that I had lost. I was a bent over, blubbering ball of tears, as she continued fucking me. She used my body for her own needs until those need were satisfied. 

Once she had cum, she pulled that cock out slowly, as I wept into the covers. Carefully she removed the butt plug and arm binders. Slowly Jennifer loosened the laces on my corset before rolling me over to take off my boots. Huddling in the fetal position, she covered me with a blanket while she disappeared for a while.

"Come with me Danielle." she said when she returned. Her voice was soft and comforting, everything that I needed at that moment. 

"I'm SO sorry Jennifer!" I cried into her shoulder. "I never meant for ANY of this to happen."

"I know Darling. It's OK." Jennifer said, consoling me. "I forgive you. Now come with me." she said guiding me to the bathroom.

She led my naked, abused body to the bathroom. She had poured a hot bubble bath, the only light coming from a few lit candles. The smell of jasmine and chamomile were strong. Helping me into the bath I sat down in the hot water. Jennifer bathed me that night taking care of my tender skin. She washed my hair using her fingernails to gently massage my scalp. As the bubbles faded she drew my legs out of the tub one at a time, lathered and shaved them. Sitting on the side of the tub I spread my legs for her to shave my poor abused pussy. She was so sweet and gentle about everything as she shaved me smooth. When she was done I stood up slowly and she toweled me dry before rubbing lotion all over my body. Wrapped in a large terry cloth towel she led me back to the bed and helped me in.

"I can't imagine my life without you Danielle." Jennifer said slipping her naked body in on the other side of the bed.

"I can't imagine my life without you either." I said, rolling over to face her. "I just wish there was something more I could do for you."

"Actually." Jennifer said as she grabbed what appeared to be the last item out of the bag. "You can." she said holding up a black silk blindfold.

"Jennifer, I don't think I can do that anymore tonight." I answered.

"It's not for you Hun, it's for me. Make love to me Daniel." she said, handing me the harness.

After I took the harness from her hand she slipped the blindfold over her eyes and lay back.

What happened next was such a deep and personal moment for Jennifer and I that I will not diminish it by trying to relate what happened here. Words are simply not enough to describe such beauty.



Bound Ch. 05: Bound for Revenge



Some concern was expressed about the character Jennifer and her actions in the previous chapter. When I asked her about that she shared with me something her mother used to tell her. "You can never know the depths of a woman's soul til you have walked a mile in her heels." 

Thanks to Hamster and Sayankotor for bringing this to my attention. Hopefully you enjoy the added depth of her character in this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

For those of you who have voted and favorited me and the previous chapters, THANK YOU!! 

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Bound for Revenge 

I woke the next morning with such a sense of peace about me. The events of the previous night were so surreal, had Jen not been next to me, and our toys of the nightstand, I might have thought it was just a vivid dream. Looking at Jen's soft face for a moment I moved her hair to the side, tucking it back behind her ear. Her slight smile when I did that let me know she was awake as well before opening her eyes. Neither of us spoke a word as our eyes locked and we just gazed at each other. Entire conversations could have taken place in those moments of silence but the questions in my eyes needed verbal answers. Reveling in that moment though, I couldn't help but think back to the events of the previous night. Looking deeper into her eyes, I saw she was as well. Crazy as this may sound, especially in light of the first part of our night, or perhaps because, I felt closer to her in that moment of silence than at any other point. We had shared something special and I wasn't sure we were the same people anymore. We had passed through the fire and come out tempered and stronger than before. 

"Good morning sunshine." I said, breaking the silence, reaching up to caress her soft face. 

"Good morning!" she said, catching my hand and kissing my fingers. "Thank you for last night. For everything." 

"Thank you!" I responded, holding her soft hand. "Can I ask you something?" I asked after a brief pause. 

"Oh God!" She said, practically wincing. She just lay there looking at me in silence, her gaze shifting back and forth between my eyes, a worried look on her face. Looking closer I realized it wasn't just worry, it was fear. Fear she had lost, or ruined something, broken it beyond repair. With a resigned sigh she finally replied. "I know what you're going to ask." 

"Then tell me." I whispered, practically begging. "I have to know." 

"This is SO embarrassing!" She said, sighing and bringing her hand up to completely cover her face. After a brief pause. "I CAN NOT believe I did that!" 

"It seemed like you had everything pretty well planned out to me." I said smiling, running my hand over her curves before coming to rest on her hip. 

"That wasn't the plan." she said. "It really wasn't. Please, understand, this has been my secret for a long time. I've never told anyone." she whispered. "Not ever!" 

"Jennifer, you can tell me anything!" I assured her, nestling closer and twining my legs with hers. "I won't judge. Please, tell me." 

Moaning from behind her hands, she slowly lowered them and gently stroked my face. "I love you Danielle!" she said, kissing me. "Please don't think I'm a freak!" 

"I love you too Jennifer." I said, propping my head up on my elbow to show her she had my complete attention. "Tell me." 

"The risque bag..." she started. 

"Yeah, its in the closet." I said, smiling again. 

"It's not the only one." She continued, closing her eyes. "It's not even the first." 

"Wait! WHAT!?" 

"The one I have at my apartment is at least twice that size." she said, blushing. "God, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud." she said, hiding her face in the pillow again. 

I was shocked. I had never seen her like this, timid and unsure like a teenage girl, and could only imagine the secret she was holding back. Obviously this was one she had kept for a VERY long time. 

"It's OK Hun. Just start at the beginning." I said, combing my fingers though her hair. 

"The beginning? Sure!" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she prepared herself. "Have you ever caught your parents having sex?" she asked me, looking straight into my eyes. 

"Well ... I've heard them doing it before." I answered, surprised at her question. 

"No, I mean actually 'WALK IN' on them doing it?" she clarified. 

"No." I responded. 

"I did!" She stated. "Once. It was just a quick glance and I didn't see everything but ... Oh my God, I can't believe I am actually telling this to someone!!" 

"Jennifer, it's OK." I reassured her. 

Sighing again, she closed her eyes as she continued. "I heard noises from my parents room so I went to check it out. The door was cracked just enough to see my Mom, tied up on the bed, spread eagle, gagged and blindfolded, getting ... You know!" 

"Holy crap!" I said, sitting up abruptly. "You walked in on your parents having bondage sex?" I asked incredulously. This was not at ALL what I was expecting. 

"No! It wasn't just bondage, and it wasn't just sex," She continued timidly. "and it wasn't my Dad." 

My mouth moved up and down but no words came out, I was so shocked. Her mom was a devout Christian, the head of her Church's Woman's guild, a sweet lady, sure, but an absolute prude, or so I thought. 

"My Dad wasn't home that week. He was out of town for a few days with work. Anyway, I left before they knew I was there. A few days later though, I was home alone and snuck into my parents room and found...stuff. Whips, cuffs, gags, leather lingerie, you name it, it was there." 

Still shocked into silence, I laid my head down on the pillow as she continued. 

"She had it all hidden in a black leather bag, in the back corner of her closet." She said slowly. 

"What did you do?" I squeaked, suddenly finding my voice. 

"What would you do?" she asked. 

"I ... I don't know!" I exclaimed. 

"Well, I knew I had hours before she would be home so I took the bag and spread everything out on the bed." she continued. 

I could tell by the look on her face, and the slight tinge of excitement in her voice, that it felt good to finally be able to tell someone this story. 

"Everything was so ... naughty ... but there was this book, you know me and books, called 'Screw the Roses, Send me the Thorns.' It was all dogeared and the binding was split so you KNOW it had been read a LOT! Anyways, I thumbed through it looking at the pictures and reading some of the stuff on the dogeared pages. I can HONESTLY say I have never been so repulsed and fascinated at the same time. I wanted to slam the book shut but I just could not tear myself away." 

My eyes had to be near falling out of my head at that point as I listened to her incredible story. 

"After seeing all the pictures in the book I started getting ... a little curious, so ... I took this leather collar and wrapped it around my neck and fastened it, before picking up one of the whips." she continued. 

"Wait, how old were you when this happened?" I asked, sitting up abruptly, interrupting her. 

"Eleven or twelve. I don't remember exactly." She answered. 

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Wait, who was the guy?" 

"Our Pastor." she said simply. 

"Seriously?" I asked incredulously. 'Just when I though this story couldn't get any more shocking.' I thought, as I covered my mouth with my hands. 

"Yeah, seriously. I watched him leave." she answered. 

"So what happened next?" I was practically begging her to continue. 

"Well, as I was standing there looking at myself in the mirror, whipping my hand, imagining myself tied to the bed, the phone rang." 

"Oh my God!" I said, laying back down. 

"I thought I was going to jump out of my skin I was SO scared." she continued. "You know that feeling when you're caught somewhere between fight and flight? That's how I was before I realized it was just the phone. Thankfully it was just my Grammy calling to see how I was doing but it was enough to snap me back to reality. When I got off the phone I put everything back the way I found it and left. That feeling though, the naughtiness of the collar and the whip, mixed with the sensation of nearly getting caught, that stuck with me." 

"Pphhhooooooo." I said, letting out a long breath. "That explains so much." 

"You have no idea what effect that has on a developing mind. Adolescence is confusing enough but seeing that!!" She said. "I never had another slumber party after that. I rarely had friends over and even my Birthday parties were smaller because I was SO SCARED the other kids would find out. Its why I have so few friends, why I live alone, and enjoy my privacy so much. I could never get the image of me wearing that collar with the whip while I was on the phone with my Grammy out of my head. As soon as I moved out, I bought my own copy of that book to "practice" with. In my apartment, in my bedroom I can be as naughty as I want and NO ONE will find out." 

"Oh Jen!" I said, giving her a hug as best I could laying down in the bed. "So last night, you basically let your closet Dominatrix out to play?" 

"Actually." she said, covering her face again. "That stuff was supposed to be for me, and not all at once, but when I saw how you were last night ... I don't know ... something snapped. It didn't even occur to me until after we were done what I'd done to you." 

"What do you think you did to me?" I asked, a puzzled look on my face. 

"I violated you, raped you, just like Jim." she said, as a her eyes welled up. "I'm so sorry Danielle!" she choked out. 

"Oh Jennifer." I said, reassuring her, wiping her tears before they fell. "You did NOT violate me, and you didn't rape me, I consented remember. It was very much a surprise, and while I don't think I would have ever chosen that path, it WAS exciting" I said. 

"It was exhausting!" Jennifer replied. 

"Well I suppose all that whipping and thrusting takes a toll." I teased. 

"I meant, mentally." she said, casting me an exasperated look. 

"Mentally?" I asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?" 

"Being a Dominatrix! Being someone who is so opposite of who I am." She said. "I couldn't do it again. I'm actually surprised I could do it last night. You're not mad are you?" 

"Not even remotely, Darling." I answered. 

"Thank you Danielle. You're amazing!" Softly kissing my lips she whimpered. "I don't want to go to work." Giving me one more pouty kiss, Jen reluctantly slid out of bed to get ready. 

My mind was still reeling from everything she told me as I watched her get ready for work. I realized she wasn't as delicate, or even as innocent, as I thought. She had a strength and complexity I never knew about. Like lace made out of steel. She had taken a shocking event from her childhood, that could have been traumatizing, and built her entire life around it. Instead of being a victim of it, she embraced it and rose above it. Where I thought I was helping her by getting her out of the bedroom for sex, inside that room, where she was comfortable, she was far more 'adventurous' than I had ever thought to be myself. I also began to realize that Danielle had been FAR more successful at getting her to open up than I, as Daniel, ever had. 

After she finished showering and fixed her hair and makeup Jennifer got dressed. Still not having much at my place she decided to wear the same gray skirt from the weekend and a flowery print blouse. Leaning in she gave me a kiss before leaving. "Thank you for last night" she said, her eyes misting. "and for being such a good listener." 

"Thank you for trusting me so much!" I said, touching her soft face. 

Jennifer smiled her sweet loving smile before getting off the bed and heading toward the door. 

"Wait!" I called. "Before you go. Want me to meet you for lunch?" 

"NO!" was her quick response. "I don't want you driving until you get your license. I'll see you tonight for yoga." 

"Have a good day Jennifer." I said, watching her ass as she left. 

"Guess it's going to be another day home alone." I said, to the empty room as I slid my naked body out of bed. Perusing my closet I settled on a cute yellow dress we had picked up that weekend. I liked it because it made me look like a 50's housewife. Jennifer hated it for the same reason. Selecting a matching bra, panty, garter belt set along with some micro-fishnet stockings and some black patent pumps, I laid everything out on the bed then hopped in the shower. 

Most of the welts from the previous night were gone thankfully but my skin was still tender in a few places. Rubbing lotion over as much of my body as I could reach I looked at myself in the mirror and thought back on all the events of the last month or so. 'What have I done?' I thought as I brushed my hair. I wished I had never bought that corset. 

Settling into my normal routine I did some cleaning. Mostly going through Daniel's clothes setting aside ones that I could still use, ones that could be modified and still used, ones that could not be modified and of course ones that I should have been thrown away long ago. Jen had said to save the jeans, that many of them could be made into skirts. By the end of the day the closet was pretty barren as my new wardrobe didn't take up much room. I was pretty happy with my shoe collection though. 

Going online I spent the next few hours online shopping with my Debit card. Knowing how sparse my wardrobe was, I was looking for some more lingerie, stockings and some really cute dresses for when Jen and I went "clubbing." I even picked up a pair of clear, light up, platform, high heels. They would light up pink, like little kids shoes did, when I walked or danced. I knew some people would think they were slutty but they were cute and made me think of Cinderella. 

I kept pretty close to my 'normal' routine for the rest of the week except for Wednesday when I insisted on going to Jen's place for the night. I was so tired of seeing my place, and I had run out of things to clean, I needed to see somewhere else to maintain my sanity. Friday mid morning Jen dropped me back at home because she wanted to run in to work for a few hours. Stopping at the mail boxes I grabbed my mail. I was so excited to see the packages from my online shopping spree were there but what surprised me beyond belief was that I had mail from Social Security, addressed to ME! Danielle! 

Tearing open the envelope I was so shocked I had to sit down because there, in my hot little hand, was a brand new social security card with my current name and my old number. Somehow Jen had done it! All I had to do now was get my Drivers license and then true normalcy could begin. I was so excited I called Jennifer immediately to let her know the good news. 

"Hello this is Jennifer, how may I help you." I heard Jen's voice on the phone. 

"Jen. Its here!" I said excitedly. 

"Hey Danielle. Whats there?" she asked, sounding confused. 

"Step 1!" I answered. 

"Oh my God! That was fast! I have just one more thing I need to finish then I'll be on my way." Jennifer said. "Maybe like ... 10 more minutes. OK?." 

"OK." I replied. "See you in a bit" 

I was so nervous at the DMV but was surprisingly able to get everything cleared up acting like I was a victim of identity theft. Soon I had a new license and was also able to transfer the title of my car so I could drive again without fear. I was so relieved! 

"Now that I'm legal, wanna go to McGill's?" I asked Jennifer, as she drove back to my apartment. 

"Just for a drink or are we staying a while?" Jennifer asked, knowing what my answer would be. 

"I want to have fun tonight." I said, grinning. 

"Its not much of a plan but it's a good goal. I just need to stop by my place and grab something to wear though." she said. 

A quick jaunt to Jennifer's and we were on our way again. 

"Danielle, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about." Jennifer said, as she started driving again. "I think you should move in with me." 

Ordinarily I would have said 'no' immediately but my current situation changed everything. I had no job, money was getting tighter, and I still had a VERY small wardrobe, even though everything I ordered on Daniel's Debit card had showed up. 

"I don't want to be a burden on you Jen and I know how much you value your privacy." I said "You've already been so much help." 

"Danielle. I WANT you to move in with me." she said getting on the freeway. "At least until you get on your feet, or till you marry some cute, rich guy. Whichever comes first." 

"Jennifer, are you sure?" We had both liked our personal space before. Neither of us liked the idea of sharing our space with even a roommate which is why we both lived alone. Of course I now knew the rest of Jen's reasoning. 

"I've been wanting to talk to you about it for days now. Plus you already know my darkest secret, so ... Yeah, I'm sure." she said, reaching out to hold my hand. 

"I'm honored but I don't know about the cute, rich guy part. Chris is cute but you're the one I love." I said caressing her hand. 

"I know sweetheart. I love you too but you know how important having a family is to me and how much I love kids." she was tearing up. "As wonderful and therapeutic the other night was... we BOTH need a man." 

I nodded, suddenly unable to speak, from the lump in my throat. Maybe later I could make her understand that SHE was the important one in my life and that Chris, or ANY man for that matter, would be secondary. 

Walking in to McGill's I greeted Neal with a huge smile on my face showing him my ID, and introduced him to Jennifer. True to his word the first drink was on him. My name did raise a comment from him though. 

"Danielle Reid? That's funny, one of my regulars is named Daniel Reid." he said still holding my card. 

"Actually that would be my twin brother." the lie coming easily to mind. 

"Hell, I never knew he had a sister let alone a twin." he exclaimed. "How is he anyway? Haven't seen him in a while." 

"We don't know. He just kinda disappeared actually." I answered. "If you see him, tell him to call mom." 

"I will." he answered, handing me my drink. 

Taking my drink back to the table Jennifer had camped out, I noticed Jim and Mike come in and start walking to the bar. Walking as quickly as possible in 4" heels without drawing attention, I approached Jennifer. 

"I wanna go." 

"What are you talking about? We just got here." she replied, looking slightly confused. 

"Please! I have to get out of here." I said, glancing toward Jim at the bar. "I'm not ready for this." 

Following my gaze, her eyes widened when she saw Jim, talking to Neal at the bar. 

"Right then! Lets go. Um-mm, here, this way." she said, guiding me out so that Jim did not see me. 

"So what now? Do you wanna go home or do you want to go somewhere else?" She asked once we were in the car. 

"I don't want to go home yet." 

"This is your neighborhood sweetheart, where do you want to try next?" she asked as she started her car. 

"We could go to Third-Base. Its just a few blocks from here." I mentioned, my mind immediately thinking about Chris. I wondered if he would be there. 

As soon as Jen and I walked into Third Base I saw Chris sitting at the bar. A quick stab of jealousy surged through me when I saw some ditsy blonde pawing all over him. It quickly subsided though as she returned to her friends. Walking away she held her hand to her head in a mock phone and clearly mouthed 'call me' to him. 'So pathetic' I thought to myself. 

Slipping onto the bar-stool next to him I asked "Should I be jealous?" making sure the skirt of my short dress rode up just enough to briefly display my stocking tops and garter strap before pulling it down for modesty. 




Bound Ch. 05: Bound for Revenge



"Jealous! Of her? Definitely not." he said turning to face me gazing into my eyes as he placed his hands on my hips. "When I didn't hear from you I thought you would be out with your friend tonight?" 

Trying not to melt from his touch I told him "I am, she's right here." I turned to find Jennifer ten feet away flirting with some guy. "Oh! Never mind." 

"Seems like she found a new friend." he said, leaning in to kiss me. His hands on my hips caused me to tingled with desire. Feeling his lips on mine ignited that tingle into a blaze. "And it looks like you've made an enemy." looking over my shoulder I glimpsed the ditz glaring at me, Chris's hands still on my hips. 

"I guess I don't need to feel jealous after all." I responded, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him again. 

"Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked between kisses, his thumb caressing the buttons of my garter belt. 

"Yes please." I answered crossing my legs, one high heel hooked on the rung of the stool. 

"Chardonnay?" 

"A Chardonnay would be wonderful, thank you." I replied, as I demurely placed my hands on the knee of my crossed leg. 

We had a wonderful night talking and drinking. Jennifer brought her new 'friend' over and we moved to a table on the side between the dance floor and the dart boards. Ditz and her friends glared at me all night long but the worst was when we left, with me on Chris's arm. If looks could kill I know I wouldn't have survived! Jennifer was leaving as well but without Brad, her new friend. She had done the same thing to me when we met. If he really wanted her, he was going to have to work for it. 

Whispering in my ear she said "I expect a full report in the morning." She winked at me before she got in her car. "Have fun you guys." I blushed so bad at that comment I was thankful it was a cool night. 

Walking back to Chris's house I started to think that maybe Jennifer was right, the other night WAS amazing but what I was feeling with Chris was wholly different. The way he touched me, the way he kissed, the tingling I felt inside when he looked into my eyes. It was still difficult to admit I wanted a man, it was now becoming apparent I NEEDED one. 

Taking the role of the submissive I exerted my control over him, by surrendering, as soon as we were alone in his house. Stepping up under his chin I raised my head to lure him in to kiss me as my arms encircled him. He didn't hesitate in his reaction as his lips pressed lightly on mine, his tongue gently grazing them. Accepting that sweet invitation I opened my mouth to his, inviting his tongue in to play. That tingling desire in my loins was back and I didn't think a simple blow job was going to do anything to quench it this time. Stepping into him I felt his erection, hard in his pants, straining for release. Reaching down to caress it through the denim, I stepped back and looked at his sweet rugged face. 

It was so strange how I was feeling. Submitting to achieve power? Yet I knew everything that was happening, was happening because I wanted it to happen. Yeah he was bigger and stronger but I was the one in control. I guided him subtly and he followed each of my unspoken commands flawlessly. 

Feeling his bulge again I realized something, I needed it. His cock. I couldn't bring myself to say the words but I knew I had to have it. It was still so confusing to me. In my mind I was still a man, though those lines were fading, but this body had NEEDS! Apparently the look on my face said it all. He pushed the stray hairs out of my face as he looked into my eyes and smiled. He gave me one more sweet kiss on the lips but with his eyes open this time, seemingly asking permission for what he was going to do next. Returning his gaze I acknowledged his unspoken request with a slow blink of my eyes. I melted into his arms as he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. 

Setting me down on the end of the bed, he pressed another kiss onto me forcing me onto my back. I tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair and finished pulling him on top of me. My legs spread of their own accord and he nestled in so perfectly. His hard cock was putting pressure right on my clit and it was making it difficult to think. Pushing him back for a moment to catch my breath, I slid my hands down his chest to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. I was surprised by the definition of his muscles, definition that a little over a month ago I would have killed to possess. Now I did, though by proxy. Tracing my fingers around the lines of his pecs I pushed him back and to the side, forcing him to lie back. Following his motions I straddled him, grinding on his erection. Chris just watched me, hands caressing my stocking clad legs, while I pulled my dress over my head. I felt a pulse from his cock when we saw me in nothing but my lingerie. 

"Do you always wear stockings?" he asked, toying with my garter belt. 

"Always." I responded running my hands over my body from my thighs to my breasts and then back down to his chest. "I like the way they look better than pantyhose. They complete the outfit not make it look awkward." 

"How did I get so lucky?" 

"That's funny." I said grinding on his cock and tracing the muscles of his chest. "I was wondering the same thing. It's not everyday a woman finds a Gentleman who's put together so nicely." 

"Oh, you think I'm nice eh?" he said flipping me over. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties he pulled them off and tossed them on top of my dress. 

Not saying a word I spread my legs further, looking at him while moving my hands to play with my pussy. 

"Here. Let me give you a hand with that." he said, as his mouth descended to my mound. 

My breath caught in my throat and I tangled my fingers in his hair as he licked by pussy. His tongue played with my delicate folds and clitoris while his fingers probed my love canal. I wrapped my legs around him and drove my pussy into his mouth, my body quivering with ecstasy. My breasts were extra firm and my nipples hard as I pinched them. The pain was a lovely counterpoint to the pleasure I was receiving. 

"Chris." I said, interrupting him, giving in to my new bodies needs. "Make love to me. I need you inside me!" 

Smiling at me over my pussy he sat up to remove the rest of his clothes, his beautiful cock (did I really just think that?) sprang from his boxers glistening with precum. I held his shaft in my hand, running my fingers over that slick helmet, before lining it up. 

"Please don't make me beg." I pleaded. 

"Before we go any further, I think you should know that I have never been with anyone else." he started saying. "And before the night we met it had been many, many, many months." 

"Chris. I have only been with one man in my life and it wasn't by choice." I explained. When I saw realization cross his face I continued. "I choose you. Make love to me." 

What went through his head after I said that I don't know. He opened his mouth several times to speak before he finally said. "I'm honored you would choose me." as he pressed gently into my dripping pussy. My folds surrendering to him, inviting him in. 

Reaching behind to finish removing my bra I leaned forward and kissed him driving myself onto his cock. 

Impaled on his shaft he lowered me, kissing me, to the soft comforter. Bringing my feet up to prevent hooking my heels on the material I pushed back, his cock sliding in just a bit further causing my eyes to flutter. Closing my eyes, I clenched on that stiff rod, still acclimating to its comforting presence. 

When some time had passed and he was still not moving I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me. There was such a warm sweet smile on his face that made me feel even more complete than the union of our bodies. Arching my back I again clenched his shaft as I offered my breasts to him. He moved ever so slightly, drawing back before sliding in. "Mmmmm." I responded to that initial tender thrust. Picking up his pace he thrust into me again and again, his heavy balls slapping me in the ass. 

"Oh Oh Oh Mmmmm Mmmmm!" I moaned my approval as he repeatedly thrust into me. Matching him stroke for stroke I pressed back into him. 

"Ah Ah AH! You feel. So. Ah. Good!" he grunted taking time to kiss my lips, tongue slipping into my mouth. He was so sensitive to my needs, stretching out the experience, Playing with my breasts and suckling my hard nipples. 

Leaning back he propped himself up on his arms giving me access to my pussy. One hand pinching and playing with my nipples I used the other to toy with my clit. My pussy began clenching him gradually as my arousal rose to higher levels. The strained look on his face let me know that we was doing everything in his power to not cum before I did. "OH GOD CHRIS! FUCK ME!!" I screamed as my arousal peaked and my orgasm overtook me. 

"Oh God!!" Chris groaned as he collapsed onto me. He reached his hands down and under me to grab my ass as his cock began pistoning in and out of my pussy rapidly. 

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, biting his shoulder as my fingernails dug lightly into his back, he shuddered inside me. Inside I had this warm, fuzzy feeling. A sense of being complete. I could feel his cock emptying the last of his cum into me, and remembering what Jennifer used to do for me, I clenched my pussy with every pulse of that wonderful cock. 

Lifting himself up so his face was right in front of mine he gave me several small kisses but it was his open eyes that said everything to me. At that moment there were no walls between us, no words were necessary because it was like our minds were one. I knew right then that he loved me. I knew it just as well as I knew he couldn't say it. Just as well as I knew that hearing it from me right then would scare him, so I did the only thing I could, I smiled, and kissed him, and drew his head back to my shoulder and held him. 

When his cock finally slid from my sodden, well fucked, pussy, Chris got up, removed my heels, setting the next to each other on the floor. He picked up my panties and bra and set them with the dress before removing my garter belt and stockings one by one, placing them with the rest. Pulling back the covers he got into bed laying on his back and drew me into him. Resting my head on his shoulder I laid down the length of his body with one leg thrown over his. 

"You are an amazing woman Danielle." he said, turning his head to look at me. 

"I think YOU are the amazing one." I responded. 

"You know, in all the years that I was with Valerie." He said bringing up the one taboo topic that you NEVER bring up when with someone else but ESPECIALLY when you just got done DOING IT with them. "She NEVER let me cum inside of her. Not even if I had a condom on." 

I decided to ignore the taboo and attack it at its heart. "I'm going to ignore the fact that you're bringing up your Ex when we are still in bed." I said. As he began to protest I put a finger over his lips to silence him. "And say this. She was a fool to throw away such loyalty. I'm not her!" I stressed the last part to him. 

"No. You definitely are not!" He said. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned her." 

"No you shouldn't have but I am glad that you're comfortable enough with me that you could." I answered. "Just please don't do it again." I pleaded. 

"I won't." he promised. 

Rolling on our sides he spooned up against me, his semi-erect cock nestled in the crack of my ass, his hand cupping my breast as we fell asleep. 

I woke before Chris the next morning, not wanting to disturb him by getting out of bed, I just laid there and watched him sleep. He was so relaxed and peaceful, none of the pressures of the day wearing on his face. I may have had conflicted feelings before because of my transformation but after that night there were gone. Mentally submitting to him helped me physically accept that I was a WOMAN! The confusion gone, I smiled as I watched him sleep. 

Women are always told the road to a mans heart is through his stomach. What is never said is that the stomach is merely one rut on the two rut path to a mans heart. The other is through his cock. You could be the best cook in the world but if you don't put out he's going to find someone else and vice versa. As I looked at his sleeping form I was debating what was the best action right now. Should I make him breakfast or should I wake him up with a blow job. 'Why not both?' I thought as I slid under the covers. Being careful not to touch him until his cock was going in my mouth. I could still taste my pussy from the night before on his morning wood. Trying to do everything with my mouth my hands focused on playing with his balls as I sucked on that stiff cock. It wasn't long before Chris rolled onto his back giving me better access to his shaft. I couldn't help it and started playing with my pussy as I sucked on him. When I sucked Chris to full consciousness he pulled back the covers so that he could see what I was doing. I made a show of taking his full length into my mouth and throat extending my tongue to lick his balls when I was all the way down. I was surprised when he leaned down, grabbed me and guided me up to kiss him, until he rolled me onto my back and shoved his cock back into me. Several hard thrusts later Chris pulled out. 

"Turn over." he whispered. 

Turning over I knew what was coming and it excited me. As soon as I was on all fours he knelt between my legs and shoved his cock back into my pussy. There was no love in the rough, raw sex that happened next. It was just an intense release on his part as he fucked me. Grabbing my head by my short hair he yanked my head back as he slapped my ass hard. He was taking me, using my body for his pleasure, and I loved it. The noisy wet sound of sex filled the room as our bodies slapped against each other, his balls smacking against my mound with each thrust. This wasn't about me and I knew that, which is why I was so confused when I felt that familiar feeling tightening up inside of me. It excited me to be willingly taken, I was like a spring being compressed or a rubber band stretched out until it snaps. As Chris was unloading inside me I came again, my arms collapsed and I plopped my face down in the pillow, my ass up in the air, his cock still buried inside me. He long stroked into my pussy slowly, pressing hard every time as he bottomed out. 

"Oh...Oh...Oh!" the pillow muffled the sounds of my pleasure at the end of each thrust. 

"Oh my God you are incredible!" Chris exclaimed as he flopped on he bed beside me. 

I laid there a moment more, ass still in the air, trying to catch my breath. "That was not how I anticipated this ending! It was supposed to be about you." I said giving him a kiss. 

"Are you complaining?" he inquired. 

"Nope." I said crawling off the bed and slipping my panties back on to keep his cum from running down my legs. Grabbing his shirt I slipped it over my head. Standing on the cold hardwood floor was pulling all the heat out of my feet so, looking around for something to put on my feet, I grabbed my heels and slipped them on as well. 

"Where are you going?" 

"To the kitchen. What would you like for breakfast?" 

Sitting, cross legged, at his dining room table I watched MY man eat the food I had made for him. Yes, as strange as it may sound, I thought of him as mine. 

"Oh my God that was good." Chris said, as he finished eating. "Are you for real? I mean, you know, the first night we met, last night, this morning, now this. I keep waiting to wake up or for you to disappear." 

For whatever reason that comment made me smile. "No, you are not dreaming. Yes, I am real and no, I am not going to just disappear." I replied taking his dishes to the sink to wash. 

"Good. So do you have any plans for today. You wanna do something?" he asked wide eyed with excitement. "What about the zoo?" 

"As tempting as that sounds, and it IS tempting, I need to get home. I gotta start packing." I said running water in the sink. 

"What, You're moving?" he asked. 

"Yeah, money is kinda tight right now so I'm moving in with Jennifer." I said putting my hands in the hot soapy water. 

"I think you should move in with me instead." he said grabbing my hips and kissing my neck as I washed the dishes from breakfast. 

I stepped back into him, his kisses raised goosebumps all down my back. "Mmmmm, I would love to." I said turning around. With my high heels on I didn't have to crane my neck so far as I leaned in to kiss him. "But I don't think I'm ready for that yet." when I saw the disappointment on his face I continued. "I wouldn't mind spending the night every now and then." I said kissing him again, slipping my tongue in to distract him. I was glad when he took the bait. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he picked me up, kissing him deeply. 

"I need to take a shower before I go." I said as we broke the kiss and he put me down. "Wanna wash my back?" looking over my shoulder I said as I walked toward the master bath. 

After another quick tryst in the shower I got dressed for Chris. Trying to recreate what Jen had done for me the day I bought the corset. I gave him a kiss before getting out of his truck and walked to my apartment. Letting myself in I wasn't surprised to find Jennifer lounging on the couch in one of my old T-shirts. 

"Had fun a little fun last night?" she asked with a huge smile on her face. 

"Maybe a little." I admitted with a smile even bigger than hers. 

"Well don't keep me waiting. What happened?" Jennifer asked. "Did you go down on him again?" 

"No! The way I was feeling last night that was not going to be enough." 

"So you let him fuck you?" she asked 

"In a word. Yes." I responded. "In two words. Three times." I added 

"Oh My God!" she exclaimed. "Well don't keep me waiting! How was it?" 

"Well I don't have much to compare it to but the orgasms were intense." I said. "And I felt all warm and fuzzy inside when he came in me. It was so..." 

"Wait! You let him cum inside you? He wasn't wearing a condom?" she questioned. "Danielle! What if you get pregnant?" 

"Um-mm." was all I uttered. 

"That's it, your grounded! No more unchaperoned field trips for you until we get you on the pill." she said. "Hopefully we're not to late." 

Jennifer was able to set me up with an emergency appointment with her OB-Gyn for later that day. A quick check, a prescription, that I was only to start taking taking after I got my next period, and we were on our way. 

"Anything else you want to do before we go home?" 

"Actually, yeah." I replied kinda timidly. 

"What are you thinking?" she asked slowly her eyes narrowing with suspicion. 

"I want to get my belly button pierced." 

"Is that it." she asked sounding relieved 

"and a Tattoo." 

"WHAT?" 

"Come on." I pleaded. "I think it'll be cool." 

"What do you think Chris is going to say?" Jennifer asked. 

"I'm not getting it for him but what guy doesn't like a pierced naval. As for the inking I don't think he'll have a problem with it considering he's got a tattoo himself." I replied. 

"Fine." she said "just don't expect me to get one too. OK?" 

"Deal!" I answered. "And then over supper tonight I'll let you know my plan for Jim. After seeing him last night I'm ready for him to see justice." 

The guy at the tattoo parlor was really nice and did a great job on my thong tattoo. It was an elegant Celtic knot with four lobes surrounded by Ivy that stretched out nearly to my hip bones. The detailing in the Ivy was so good that it looked like it was real. They were the latest trend at the time, before they became known as 'tramp stamps'. When he was done even Jennifer was interested, albeit briefly. 

Getting back to my apartment with boxes in tow we began packing up some of the non vital things. That evening we decided to order pizza instead of cooking so we could continue packing. Most of the furniture I decided to donate to charity. None of it was very high quality anyway and moving it to Jen's just seemed pointless. Taking a break to eat our pizza I began laying out the plan to Jennifer. It was still a rough blueprint and she helped me fill in some of the gaps. Since neither of us knew where, or even how, to get the date-rape drug we decided to bait him into bringing his own that we could use on him. It was no secret that he had a thing for Jen so the plan was to have him over for dinner, a simple wireless baby cam to monitor the dining room table to see when the drug had been put into her drink. A cell phone to let Jen know it was there, and a distraction to switch the glasses. Once Jim was out I would come in, we would strap him into the corset, and here was the true justice of the whole thing, set up Mike to be the one to do the deed. It was simple in its complexity but it should work. I thought I should be the one baiting Jim but Jennifer convinced me that was a bad idea and that she was the better choice. I reluctantly agreed. 




Bound Ch. 05: Bound for Revenge



We were halfway through our pizza and had just finished working out the details when there was a knock on my door. Exchanging a confused glance with Jen I got up to answer the door. 

"Chris?! Wow, I wasn't expecting you tonight." I said. "C'mon in." 

"Sorry to surprise you but I thought maybe you needed some help packing so I came over." he said as he checked me out in my skin tight jeans and midriff bearing top. "So she doesn't always wear skirts. Nice piercing by the way." 

"Actually this is pretty rare. Hey Chris." Jennifer said, waving. "Hungry? We still have some pizza left." 

"No, I ate at home. Thanks though." he replied. "So what can I do to help?" 

"We actually just finished packing what we can for now. If you want you can help load the car." Jennifer said indicating the pile by the door. "All those need to go down in my car." 

"No problem." he said picking up two boxes before disappearing down the hall. 

"I am not leaving you alone so put a bag together." she said sternly. 

"Yes Mother." I joked. 

"I am not your mother!" she growled "And grab your little purple friend." she winked as she grabbed some boxes and walked out. 

Following her orders I grabbed a couple of skirts and blouses, my makeup, as well as some sexy lingerie and of course my little purple vibrator. Tossing everything in a bag I slung it over my shoulder and turned around just in time to step right into the arms of Chris. I dropped the bag as his lips descended on mine, my tongue playfully teasing his at it invaded my mouth. 

"Ahem!" 

"Mmmmm." I moaned into Chris's chest after the kiss ended. "Sassy man!" I said as I leaned back to look him in the eyes and playfully slapped his chest. 

"Sorry, you are just so irresistible." he said smiling down at me. 

"Thank you Chris." God he knew just what to say! "I have to get going so I can unpack and still make it to bed at a decent hour." I said noticing Jen standing behind him, hands on her hips, tapping her foot, with a smirky smile on her face. 

"Have a good night. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" 

"Maybe." I responded. 

Once we got the last box loaded in Jen's car Chris held the door for me to get in giving me one last kiss. It was so hard leaving him that night when all I wanted to do was trip him into my bed and fuck him all night long. 

Unpacking everything at Jennifer's place took a few hours. My room would be the second bedroom that Jen was currently using as an office. For now though since I didn't have a bed we would have to share hers. 

The next day I did indeed see Chris. This time at Church. I introduced him to some of the little old ladies there that had seemingly adopted me as their long lost daughter. Since he went there as a child I should not have been surprised when they knew him and his parents. Giving me a hug after the social, one of the ladies, Nora, told me he was a keeper and gave me the warmest smile. It felt good being loved like that. 

Jennifer true to her word did not let us have ANY alone time together, at least not until I got my period and could start on the pill. 

Excusing ourselves after Church I told Chris I would call him later in the week to see about doing something. For now though Jennifer and I had some plans to finalize. 

Later that evening after picking up the last of the items needed to execute our plan Jennifer called Jim. I was glad she held the phone so that I could hear as she called him to set the plan in motion. "Ring, Ring. Hello." Jim said as he picked up. 

"Hey Jim, this is Jennifer. How are you doing?" 

"I'm doing good. Still a little confused about Daniel just taking off like that though." He said. "How you holding up?" 

"OK I guess. It's been a little weird without him." She replied. I was surprised that he genuinely sounded concerned about my absence. A look from Jen asked me if we still wanted to proceed. I nodded an affirmation. "Believe it or not that is kinda why I wanted to talk to you. What are you doing for dinner this Friday?" 

"Nothing. Why? Whatcha thinking?" Jim asked. 

"Would you like to come over here for dinner. Nothing too fancy, you know. Maybe just some pasta and a bottle of wine." Jennifer said into the phone. 

"I'm surprised you would wanna do that. You never seemed to like me before." Jim stated. 

Thankfully we had planned on the conversation taking this turn and Jennifer answered smoothly. "Well I always felt a little awkward around you and I certainly couldn't act interested with Daniel right there. Look, if you can't make it or you don't want to come I understand." She was playing this perfectly. "You know what, I'm sorry. I ... I shouldn't have called." 

"Eh! It's all right. Ole Danny boy could be a real stick in the mud sometimes." I bit my tongue as Jim reassured her. "I'll see you Friday. And I promise I will make you forget all about Daniel. Is 7:00 a good time? 

"Seven is perfect!" Jennifer proceeded to give him directions to her apartment before hanging up. "See you then." 

The rest of the week was a blur getting the things we would need to make the night a success. Including some outfits and shoes in several sizes for James, or as we were already calling him, Jamie, some wireless video baby monitors, and a new dress, heels, and silk stockings for Jennifer. We thought Jennifer being dressed up even though she had told him it was a casual event would hopefully get him off base and maybe make him a little impatient and more likely to mess up. I had initially hoped that getting everything in place we would be so busy that I would be able to get out of the running and yoga every night but Jenner insisted. 

Friday night Jennifer got herself ready while I made supper for Jim's big night. Foregoing the sweet 50's housewife look I instead wore my black pencil skirt, low cut blouse with my purple leopard print bra and panties, fence-net stockings and some purple patent pumps I couldn't resist buying. My teased hair and makeup definitely reflected the darkness I was feeling inside. 

Jennifer went a different route. She had on this gorgeous form fitting sparkly purple dress that was just long enough for her to wear stockings with. She had a much more natural subtlety to her makeup that highlighted her natural beauty. With her hair pulled up and her dangley earrings and black strappy sandals she was absolutely gorgeous. There was simply NO WAY that Jim would be able to resist. 

As 7:00 approached our nervousness increased and it was apparent. I must have tasted the sauce 20 times to make sure it was perfect before I caught myself testing it again. Shaking myself out of the trance I was in I put the garlic bread in the oven just as Jim rang Jennifer's apartment from the lobby. Jennifer buzzed him in and we both gave each other a big hug letting out a shaky breath. 

"I love you." I told Jennifer. 

"I love you too." She answered. "Now you need to hide. Please keep an eye on him. I don't want to be another notch on his bedpost but I ESPECIALLY do not want that notch to made on MY bedpost." 

"I will." 

"Now go and hide." she said taking another deep breath in a clear attempt to calm her nerves. 

KNOCK KNOCK. 

Smoothing her dress Jennifer moved to open the door. Blowing her a kiss from my bedroom door, I closed the door and assumed my position at the TV watching the output from the video monitor. I put some headphones on my head so I could hear what was said without disturbing them or giving our plan away. There were actually two cameras that fed one monitor that I currently had set on scan mode. One camera was trained on the table, the other was in the living room positioned such that I could see the front door, the dining room table, and into the kitchen. Switching so that I had a view of the front door I watched and listened as Jennifer opened the door. 

"Hello." Jen said putting on her best smile. "Come on in." 

"Wow!" Jim said checking her out from head to toe and back again. With that same smile he wore the day he raped me he continued. "Thought you said his was going to be casual?" 

"If you like I could change." Jennifer teased, still holding the door. 

"No need to change on my account." Jim said stepping in. "Its just that I would have worn a tie or something. Wow! Something smells good." he said sniffing he air. 

"Pasta sauce and garlic bread, hard to go wrong with that combination." Jennifer said as she lead him further into the apartment. "Why don't you have a seat at the breakfast bar while I finish a few things. Would you like a glass of wine?" 

"Um, yeah. Sure. Wine sounds fine." Jim stammered as Jen began pouring the wine. 

"Handing him his glass Jennifer took a drink from her own, I suspect to help calm her nerves. 

Jennifer dished up the plates and carried them to the candle lit table. "Well everything is ready if you want to dish up." 

What happened next was about the longest, most boring 2 1/2 hours I have ever sat through. I was starting to think that nothing was going to happen and this evening would be a complete bust when I saw it. Jen had just finished her second glass of wine and Jim went to refill it. Flipping the camera to see what he was doing in the kitchen when I noticed him take a small packet out of his pocket. He opened it up, poured the contents into the glass, and then poured the wine. Giving the glass a swirl to dissolve the powder he went back to the living room. As soon as I saw him hand the glass with the powder to Jen I called her cell phone. 

"I'm sorry, this will only be a moment." she reassured Jim. "Hello." 

"Right hand" I said using the code we had worked out to identify the drugged glass. 

"That's great! Hey can I call you back later?" Jen said. "OK, talk to you later. Bye!" 

"Sorry 'bout that." Jen said turning around to see Jim standing there with the wine glasses in his hands. 

This was the moment of truth. Everything depended on what she did next. Jennifer stepped in to Jim and placed a hand on each glass. Arching her neck pursing her lips and slowly closing her eyes, she draw him in for a kiss as she took the glasses out of his hands. When the kiss broke I watched as she feigned her breath having been taken away. 

"I want to dance." she said turning around to set the glasses down. What Jim did not see though was she switched the glasses in her hands when she had her back turned. Not finding a place to set the glasses though she turned back and handed he tainted glass to Jim. "Oh what he hell." she said raising her glass. "To new beginnings." and drained her glass. 

"To new beginnings." Jim said as they clinked. Seeing Jen drain her glass he drained his as well. That was his downfall, his machismo, he was not about to be out drank by anyone let alone a woman. Taking the empty glasses to the kitchen Jen returned to Jim and they started dancing. I started getting pissed when I saw his hands drift down to her ass when I realized that he was having a hard time standing. 

"What the?" Jim said slurring his words. A couple minutes later he was out cold. 

"Jim, Jim! Are you OK?" Jen asked seemingly trying to revive him but she actually making sure he was actually out. When she got no response she called for me to come out. 

You don't realize how heavy someone is until you try moving their dead weight. That was the hardest part of this plan. Getting him stripped and redressed. Thankfully there were two of us and we, not so quickly, had him stripped. 

Looking at his naked body laying there on the floor my breath was coming quickly and my hands were clenched. 

"You OK Hun?" Jen asked, concerned. 

"The last time I saw him like this he was raping me." I admitted. "Right now I'm trying to resist the urge to claw his eyes out." 

"Here." she said handing me the corset. "Strapping him in to this will help you resist." 

Wrapping the corset around him and securing the busk I began lacing him in. I was a bit more gentle than I wanted to be, not because I was concerned about him or comfort, I was worried about doing damage to the corset. Once I had the laces tight, they were VERY tight actually, I looked up to see Jennifer paying as much attention to the laces as I was. 

"Here goes." I said as I tied the laces in a bow and then sat back. There were no sparks or twinkles, no bells ringing softly, none of the things that Hollywood does to show that magic is happening. It seemed to take forever and Jennifer and I were starting to get concerned nothing was going to happen. That maybe the magic was all used up transforming me. Taking our eyes off of his unconscious corseted form he looked at each, the worry on her face reflecting my own. When we looked down Jim's muscular form was no longer there. In his place lay a very lovely young woman with the same blonde hair as Jim. 

"HOLY SHIT!!" Jennifer exclaimed. She was stunned, the look on her face made that apparent. "I'm so sorry Danielle. I believed you, I did, but I guess seeing is believing." 

"It's OK Jennifer." I said, caressing her cheek. "Come on, we have a lot of work to do." 

It was much easier to move him, or her rather, around now that the transformation was complete. Getting "Jamie" into the bathroom I worked on shaving 'her' legs and pussy while Jennifer worked on the hair. Jen was actually not that bad with the scissors and quickly trimmed 'Jamie's' hair into a pixie cut that was really cute with her new face. I grabbed our wardrobe and shoes for our new 'friend' and started trying stuff on while Jennifer worked on her makeup. 

When we were done even his mother would not have recognized him. Jamie lay there, still unconscious, wearing an incredibly low cut red dress that fell about mid thigh. Her legs clad in black fishnet thigh highs and some 4" stiletto heeled pumps that matched the red of her dress. 

Now all we had to do was execute Stage 2. Grabbing Jamie under each arm we walked/carried her to Jennifer's car and buckled her in. As Jennifer started driving back toward my old apartment and the bars in the area where we knew Mike would be I got his phone number from Jim's cell phone and gave him a call. 

"Hello?" Mike answered not recognizing my number. 

"Mike?" 

"Yeah." he said. "Who is this." 

"This is Danielle, Daniel's sister." I answered 

"Oh Hey! How are you?" he asked. 

"OK I guess but Jennifer and I kinda have a problem." I told him. "We were at the club tonight when this girl came up to us just TOTALLY out of it. I think she's been drugged." 

"So what do you need me for?" he asked. 

"I don't think we can get her out of the car by ourselves." I responded. 

"Well how did you get her in there, then? He asked. 

"She was still somewhat walking when we got her in the car. Now she's out like a light." I answered slowly working my way through the script Jen and I had thought up. 

"Where are you now?" he asked. 

"We're on the freeway right now but were on the way back to Daniel's apartment. I'm slowly cleaning it out but there is still a bed and everything." 

"All right, I'll meet you there." He said. 

"Thanks Mike. Bye." I said, smiling at Jen as I hung up. 

"Piece of cake." Jen said. 

Right on cue Mike got out of his car as we pulled into a parking space coming over to help us unload our precious cargo. 

"Hey ladies. You look lovely tonight." Mike said taking note of how we were dressed. 

"Thank you." I said, stretching a stocking clad leg out and twisting side to side, teasing him. 

"So where is she." Mike asked. 

"She's in the back seat." Jennifer said opening the door. 

We could tell immediately that Mike liked what he saw as soon as he laid eyes on Jamie. This was going to be even easier than we thought. 

"All right I'm going to help you out of the car and into a friends house OK." He said to "Jamie" as he hooked her under the armpits and lifted her out of the car. Her thigh highs easily came into view as he got her out. Once he had her out and she was still not responding to anything he reached down and easily scooped her up in his arms and started walking toward the apartment. Jogging, in my high heels, to get ahead of him I opened the door to the building and then to the apartment. It was getting pretty sparse in there but the main things like the couch and chairs, the TV, the kitchen table, and bed were still there. 

"Why don't you just lay her on the bed." I suggested. "I not that tired anyway." 

"Not a problem." he said though you could tell by the straining in his voice that carrying her that far was taking a toll. 

Laying her down Mike was so gentle. Looking at her face you could tell he was attracted. 

"You guys were out clubbing?" he asked us, still sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Yeah. At least we were." Jennifer answered. 

"Why don't you two go back out. She's not going to be awake for hours and likely won't remember much if anything anyway." 

"Well, we can't just leave her." I protested. 

"I'll take care of her." Mike said. "She'll be fine." 

This was JUST what we were hoping for. 

"Are you sure?" Jennifer asked. 

"Positive." He said. "Now go. If she wakes up I'll give you a call." 

"Thanks Mike." Jen said giving him a quick hug. 

We did not say anything until we were in the car with the doors closed. 

"Do you think he'll do it?" Jennifer asked. 

"Did you see the look on his face?" I asked back. Looking toward my apartment I noticed the blinds parted like someone was looking out. "You see?" I asked pointing. 

"Oh." Jen said putting the car in gear and backing out. "So what now?" 

"We watch." I said pulling another video monitor out of the glove box. 

Jen drove around and parked in the underground lot near my apartment where we could receive the signal from the two wireless cameras hidden in the room. 

As soon as the monitor was turned on we could see that Mike was not wasting any time. He already had "Jamie's" dress off and was having a hard time deciding on whether to play with her tits or work on removing her panties. Ultimately, removing her panties won and soon they were tossed on the floor exposing "Jamie's" shaved pussy. 

"Oh my God you are so fucking hot!" Mike said, as he ran his hands up and down her thighs. 

My fists clenched a bit. Watching this was making me relive my own experience. Was this really what I wanted? 

Pulling his hard cock out of his pants, I watched as Mike lined his cock up with that shaved dripping slit. 

No, I reminded myself, Jim deserved this, not just for what he had done to me but for what he had done to countless others as well. Forcing my hands to relax I watched. 

Jennifer and I watched in anticipation as he began pressing in, our breath catching in our throats as he found that virginal barrier. Even on the crappy screen we were watching on the surprise on his face was obvious. He held there a moment and we questioned whether he would go through with it now that he realized the sexy body he was about to impale was pure. Just as we were thinking that Plan C was going to have to be put into action, Mike gave a quick hard thrust. It was obvious he was bottomed out when Jamie's body moved at the end of his thrust. 

My eyes glued to that little screen I was surprised when Jennifer's hand touched mine. Her eyes were as glued to that monitor as mine were. Whether she needed comfort or detected I did, it didn't matter. 

Watching him in action, I could tell even like this, that of the two of them, Mike was the better lover. He took his time to build it up and stretch it out. It was nearly 45 minutes later before the hard rapid thrusts from his ass showed us he was about to cum. When he was spent, he rolled off of her and got up to wash up. Putting her panties, if not her dress back on, he covered her up and got dressed. 

He must have turned he light off because at that point the camera went to night vision. Giving him another 10 minutes we walked up to the apartment and let ourselves in. 




Bound Ch. 06: Bound to Get the Job



It was hard to believe Christmas was right around the corner. It seemed like just yesterday I was buying the corset for Halloween, but that night, we put on some Christmas music, poured a couple glasses of wine, then setup and decorated the tree. I don't know what it was, whether it was being female, or the stress relief from getting even with Jim, or the alcohol, but I was SO happy! Giddy and laughing about everything. I don't think I had been that excited to hang stockings since I was a kid.

"So what do you wanna be when you grow up?" Jenifer asked, after we had finished, just sitting and relaxing in front of the fireplace, looking at the tree.

"Preferably something where I don't get dirty." I answered, thinking about my last job. "Sales would be nice but I suspect I'll probably have to be a secretary or something first."

"OK. Well, Since we've finished taking care of "Jamie" we can dedicate more time to Stage 3 of your 'Master' plan." Jen said, using air quotes. "Tomorrow night we'll work on building your Resume'"

"Thanks Jennifer." I said tearing up. "I don't know what I would do without you!"

"Oh baby." Jennifer hugged me to console me. "You would probably curl up somewhere and die."

"Oh My God!!" I said, breaking the hug to slap her teasingly.

Her bright eyes and smiling, beaming face made me feel even more at ease as she sat there, wine glass in her hand. Her head was being framed by the lamp behind her and to me it looked more like a halo. 'She is an angel.' I thought as a single tear streamed down my cheek. 'MY angel!' 

"Danielle. I'm sorry." she said, wiping the tear from my cheek. "I was just teasing."

"I know." I said leaning toward her. "Its just with the light behind you like that ... you looked like an angel."

She didn't say a word as I leaned in closer to kiss her. My body tingled as her lips pressed back into mine. She must have set her wine glass down because next, both of her hands were tangled in my hair drawing me down onto her body.

Laying there on top of her, our legs intertwined, my pussy began to quiver as she used her leg to put pressure on my clit. Playfully, our tongues swirled around, teasing the other as we continued.

Breaking off the kiss to come up for air, I gazed down at her beautiful, smiling face. 

"You make me so happy." Jennifer said, caressing my face.

Catching her hand, I kissed her fingers. "Wait here. I have an idea!" I said, before planting another kiss on her lips.

Retreating to my bedroom I changed into a flyaway baby-doll nightie that put my bellybutton piercing on display, along with its matching panties. I slipped my feet into my light-up high heels before returning a moment later with a blanket, a towel and a basket full of lotion and aromatherapy candles. 

"Well what do we have here?" she said, taking in my appearance.

"I believe in another life." I started saying, ignoring her question. "That I owed you a full body massage. Tonight I am going to repay that debt."

"Danielle, you don't have to do that!" she said getting up

"I want to Jennifer." I said, walking over to spread the blanket where she had been sitting. It was the perfect place really, just in front of the fireplace but not too close. Once I had the blanket spread I positioned and lit the candles near her head but not close enough she would bump them. Dimming the lights so most of the illumination came from either the tree, the fireplace, or the candles, I stepped up to her, our breasts grazing, as I looked her into her eyes. 

"This isn't just about repaying a debt." I said, giving her a kiss. "This is about showing you how much I appreciate you." I continued, settling my hands on her hips. "How much I love you." I hooked my fingers on the hem of her shirt and drew it up and over her head, exposing her satin and lace clad breasts. "And just how much you mean to me."

"So why the outfit?" she asked, kissing me back putting her arms around my neck.

"Why not?" I responded, while undoing her pants.

Shimmying out of her pants, she stood there for a moment pulling her hair into a pile on her head and showed off her bra and panties.

"What do you think of my outfit?" she said, taking a sip of her wine before pirouetting, her thong putting her tight ass on display.

"Mmm, I think you're overdressed." I said. Stepping in to her again I reached around to pop her bra off. Wearing a bra everyday, I had actually gotten pretty good at doing that.

Jennifer's mouth fell open and her eyes opened wide as her breasts were freed from their confinement. Staying close I sniffed the perfume at her neck before raining light kisses there, my hands sliding down her sides to hook into the waistband of her panties. I went to my knees to draw them all the way off her legs. She just stood there, on display for me, her pussy easily at mouth level as she stepped out of her panties but I resisted the urge. I had something else planned for tonight. 

Standing back up, I used the slight height advantage I had, thanks to the heels, to exert control over her.

"Lay down my love." I said, indicating the blanket in front of the fireplace.

Without another word she complied flipping her head and hair to one side.

My eyes ran over her sexy female form. From her straight, long blond hair, down her smooth back, around the curve of her hips and buttocks, and then on down her long, sensuous legs to her small feet with the French tipped nails. It was times like this I missed being Daniel!

Kneeling down next to her sexy naked body, I pulled a bottle of massaging oil out of my basket. Drizzling it down her back I began working it in slowly, being careful not to scratch her with my long nails. I had promised to do this for her for many months but had never gotten around to it. Now that I was doing it, I wondered why I hadn't sooner. I was also surprised with the number of knots she had, especially in her shoulders.

Using the oil to do most of the work, I slid my hands all over her back and shoulders. Occasionally I would graze the sides of her breasts but just enough to get her attention and tease her. Turning my attention to her legs I did the same thing but stayed away from her honeypot. I could tell I was starting to have an effect when I heard her breathing change and she parted her legs a bit more. 

Indicating for her to turn over, I think she thought the 'torture' was over but I continued as I had been. A muskiness rose in the room as her level of arousal increased. I smiled that my ministrations were having the desired effect but it wasn't time yet. Jennifer was practically whimpering when my hands wold approach and then avoid her, now very juicy, pussy. I did massage her breasts but likewise avoided her sensitive nipples. Several times she moved her pussy into my hands as I massaged her tender thighs but it was even more excruciating for her when I didn't continue after the first grazing touch.

I was of course, driving her crazy with desire and she soon realized I was not going to stop until she did something about it. Sitting partially up while I began working her calves again, she grabbed and drew me in. Pulled off balance, I fell on top of her as she wrapped her body around mine, planting kisses all over my face, neck and chest as she fought her way to my sensitive breasts. When she drew the cups of my nightie aside and her lips encircled my engorged nipples, I realized she wasn't the only one I had been teasing. 

My skin tingled with every gentle caress and we soon became a tangle of arms and legs, my chosen garments for the night pulled off and strewn on the floor as our lovemaking continued.

What seemed like hours later we lay there next to the fireplace covered loosely with a blanket, our bodies still slick with perspiration. We lay facing each other not saying anything, just looking at each other and thinking. How did we get here? Where are we going? Can we reconcile our current relationship with everything that's happened? Or at least, that's what I was thinking.

"Do you ever miss being Daniel?" Jennifer asked, breaking the silence.

"Everyday." I answered truthfully.

"Really?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "I'm sorry. What I meant was, you almost seem like you've given up, you know. Like you've just accepted you'll be like this forever."

"I wouldn't say given up." I explained. "I've accepted it though, it was really hard at first but it's gotten easier."

"What if something happened and you turned back, even for a little while, what would you do?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair. 

"I would show you just how much I love you." I answered. "I would TELL you how much I love you, I wouldn't waste any time doing either and I would savor every moment like the next I was going to turn back."

Wiping the tear from her eye, I suggested we move to the bedroom where she was soon fast asleep in my arms. I on the other sat up for a long time just looking at the ceiling and thinking.

Moving in with Jennifer was a new experience for me and a little bit of culture shock for both of us. Aside from the fact that I now for the first time in my life had a roommate, she was also my friend and lover. We did go a few days later and bought a bed to put in "my" room but other than making love in it, it largely sat unused. 

Our daily routine wasn't much different than mine was before I moved in with her. I did modify it a bit though by getting up at the same time she did so I could make her breakfast. After she left I would shower and if needed, shave my legs. The rest of the morning was generally dedicated to cleaning around the apartment. After lunch I would take to the job boards on the internet trying to find something, anything. The fact that it was the holiday season was not helping me in that regard at all. Simply nobody was hiring and the rare few that were didn't want to take the risk on a 20something with no degree and no work history. When I was frustrated with my job search I would settle my mind, or try too, with my newest hobby. Teaching myself how to crochet.

About an hour before Jen would get home, I would start supper. We would eat when she got home and talk about our days. After supper we would wash and dry the dishes before going for a run or to the gym for yoga. Jennifer often laughed at me because the only time I ever wore pants was when we were exercising. Other than that, I always wore either a skirt or a dress. Incidentally it was also the only time I wasn't wearing high heels as well.

Letting out a sigh, I slumped back in the computer desk chair, folded my arms beneath my breasts and crossed my legs. Sighing again, I scrolled down the job list displayed on my computer screen, 'This' I thought. 'is even harder than changing my identity was!' 

My real frustration was I couldn't even get a job as a waitress. Well that's not true, I knew Neal would probably give me a job at McGill's but that was now on the other side of town and I didn't want to risk running into Mike or "Jamie" there.

"This clearly isn't working." I uttered, turning my attention back to the computer screen. "I need to try something different." I said to myself. "Something different." I repeated, thinking aloud, as I spun the chair slowly in a circle. "What I need is experience." I continued my thought process. "But no one will give me a job to get that experience ... (SIGH!!!) ... OK! What do I know?" I wondered, when in the back of my head, a saying I had heard MANY times, came to the fore. 'It's not WHAT you know, It's WHO you know!' 

'JUSTIN!' I thought. Uncrossing my legs I got up, scrambling for my purse. Finding it, I opened it up, pulled out my wallet and searched for his business card. It wasn't hard to find actually, other than Jennifer's, it was the only one in there.

Grabbing my phone, I took a few moments to calm my breathing and settle my nerves before dialing.

RING .. RING. "Hello Smith, Stanley & Jacobson." a female voice answered.

"Yes. Could I please speak to Justin Ramsey please?" I asked the secretary.

"One moment." she said, and before I could respond I heard the line click and the muzak start playing. Several moments later I heard a familiar, confident voice on the other end of the line.


"Hello, this is Justin."

"Hey Justin, this is Danielle. Not sure if you remember me or not, we met at the coffee shop a month or so ago?" I asked, praying he remembered. 

"Danielle!" He said. "Of course I remember you. Did you finally decide to take me up on my lunch offer?"

"Actually I had something else I wanted to discuss with you" I started. "but if the lunch offer is still on the table..."

"I suppose that depends on whether or not you like Thai."

"I LOVE Thai food!" I answered, enthusiastically.

"Great! See you in a bit?" he said, hopefully.

"Sounds good to me, see you in a little bit." I said, agreeing. "Bye."

Wanting to look like a serious professional, I perused my closet looking for something that was more business like than the denim miniskirt and t-shirt I was currently wearing. Pulling out a newer skirt I hadn't had a chance to wear yet and a satin blouse, I was on a good path. 

The skirt was my longest one, ending just barely below my knee with a small slit in the back and blouse fit so well Jennifer thought I had it tailored. My black push-up bra and g-string were fine but I added the matching garter belt. The stockings I picked out were a set of classic RH&T I found from this place online that specialized in vintage lingerie. Slipping my feet into my black patent closed toe pumps, I was ready to make this happen. 

Hopping in my car, I gave Jennifer a call.

"Hey girl! Whatcha doing?" Jennifer asked, recognizing the number on her caller ID.

"On my way to meet Justin. I'm hoping he can put in a good word for me, maybe help me get a job at his firm." I answered. "Wish me luck! I'll call you when I'm done."

"Justin? The guy from the coffee shop?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah. Why?" I answered.

"Just wondering." she said, in a long drawn out fashion that typically meant she had more to say. 

"Oh, just wish me luck." I smarted back. "I'll tell you all about it later."

"Good luck!" she said. Was that a chuckle I heard?

Parking my car in the structure, I made my way to his building and took the elevator up to the reception area. Making sure my hair and everything else was in place in the shiny facade around the elevator, I made my way to the receptionist.

"Good morning." I said politely, to the receptionist.

"Good morning, is there something I can help you with?" she said, looking me up and down.

"Yes. I'm here to see Justin Ramsey." I replied.

"Attorney Ramsey is a very busy man." she said, with a bit of an attitude. "Is he expecting you?"

"Indeed he is." I replied, trying hard not to let her attitude get to me. "Would you please inform him that Ms. Danielle Reid is here."

Her eyes narrowed and she glared at me as she picked up the phone. "You can have a seat along the wall while you wait." she said, indicating a line of chairs.

"That's OK. I'll stand." I replied. "This wont be long."

The look on her face was all the response I needed. It was clear she didn't like me for some odd reason. Actually that was something I had noticed since my transformation, I had always thought women were "catty" before but I had NO IDEA just how "catty" there were. Especially to each other. It's HORRIBLE the way they treat each other sometimes.

As I thought, I didn't have long to wait. From the time Mrs. Grumpy-pants hung up the phone to the time Justin came around the corner, couldn't have been longer than 30 seconds. You would have thought her face was going to get sucked into her mouth for the face she gave me then.

"Danielle!" he said, walking up to me with his jacket over his arm. "It's good to see you again!" 

It was a very awkward meeting in hindsight. Here was a man whose cock I once had in my mouth, 'What is the proper etiquette for greeting someone like that?' I remembered thinking. Considering that I was, maybe, hoping for a job here, a kiss was too casual, as was a hug most likely. Thankfully, Justin kept it professional by extending his hand, though the look in his eye suggested he wanted more.

"It's good to see you as well." I replied, happy the handshake was a firm one, not a limp fish handshake so many men give women.

"You ready?" He asked, as he slung his jacket on and settled it on his shoulders.

"I am!" I replied excitedly.

"Great. I know this awesome, hole in the wall, place around the corner that has some of the BEST Thai food I've ever had." He said, extending me his arm.

Such a small gesture really, extending his arm like that, but it was so sweet and it brought a smile to my face. Looping my arm through his, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mrs. Grumpy-pants was even more sour looking. 'God, I hope I never get like that!' I thought as Justin guided me out of the office and back to the elevators.

The restaurant he picked was, like he said, right around the corner. What he didn't mention was that you could walk to it through the skywalks and never go outside. 'I could really enjoy working here.' I thought to myself, noticing all of the places, including Jen's work, that were all within walking distance through the skywalks.

Smoothing my skirt, I sat down and crossed my legs, taking in the ambiance. The music was playing softly, the lights were dim, and the smell coming out of the kitchen was making my stomach want to growl. I had been expecting a buffet considering it was lunch but the waitress, a lovely young Asian woman, set menus down on the table before giving a slight bow and excusing herself to get our drinks.

"So what did you want to discuss?" He asked, taking a sip after she returned with his Jack and Coke.

"Well, this is awkward." I began. "I kind of have this little problem."

The look on his face changed from happy, warm and welcoming to something far different. "I don't do Criminal law." He stated abruptly, suddenly cold. "I can probably reference you to someone who does though."

"I ... don't need a Defense Attorney." I said, my confusion apparent in my voice. "Why would you think that?" I asked.

"Well I just figured a woman in your line of ... work ... would, ... you know ..." he said.

"My line of work?" I asked, my eyes getting wider as it sunk in. "Oh My God!" I uttered, covering my mouth with my hand. "Oh My God!!" I said again, as tears welled up in my eyes. "OH MY GOD!!!" I shuddered, trying desperately to catch my breath, this terrible, large knot in my chest.

My vision narrowed like the world was closing in, a terribly loud roaring in my ears. I tried to leave, but pushing my chair back the legs caught on the carpet. Covering my face in shame I attempted to compose myself while trying to control my breathing that was suddenly very difficult.

"Danielle. Danielle!" he said, over the roaring in my ears, trying to get my attention. "Danielle! Please! I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry!" I snapped at him. "You just admitted you think I'm a PROSTITUTE!" I yelled at him angrily through clenched teeth, in a tone just barely above a whisper. "And all you can say is You're Sorry!"

Leaning over the table he reached out to hold my hand before I snatched it away. "I'm sorry but considering how our first meeting ended and then I didn't hear from you for weeks. And now, all of a sudden, you give me a call saying you have something to discuss, and that its awkward..." 

"And the ONLY thought you have, is that I'm a hooker!" I exclaimed. "I came to you because I need help getting a job!"

He sat back in his chair letting out a long breath. "Boy do I feel like as ass." he muttered.

"You should!" 

"I am SO sorry Danielle. I want you to know that. I really am ... but I have to be honest, I barely know you." he said "If I put my name next to yours then I am staking my reputation on the line. If you don't show up, or steal, or any number of things that reflects poorly on me."




Bound Ch. 06: Bound to Get the Job



He was right and I knew it. I had a similar hang up referencing people for jobs, or at least I did before all THIS happened. I paused to think for a moment trying to come up with SOME way to prove I was reliable and capable. "Maybe there's something I can do to prove I'm worth the risk." I said, an idea starting to form.

"I'm not sure what you mean." he replied.

"What if there is something I can do for you to prove I'm reliable." I asked.

"Danielle..." he started.

"Please ... hear me out. You're young and successful, working 50, 60, sometimes 70 hour weeks. Right?"

"Yeah." he replied slowly, unsure where I was taking this.

"Your apartment has probably been neglected." I continued

"Well I don't know if 'neglected' is the right word." he said, defending himself.

"Really!" I said. "What would your mom say if she saw it right now?"

"She would shake her head and tell me to clean my room." he closed his eyes and dropped his head in embarrassment as he said it.

"So here is my proposition. I will clean your apartment Stem to Stern, top to bottom in one week for $500." I told him, happy to be back on track.

"Five hundred!" he exclaimed. "A bit steep, don't ya think."

"When was the last time you cleaned?" I asked.

"Actually clean, cleaned? Probably not in a couple of years." he said sheepishly. "but its not that bad, really."

"Ah ha." I said, sitting back in my chair all previous insults, almost forgotten. "What time do you go to work?"

"I start at 8 but I usually leave around 7:30." he answered.

"OK! So Monday morning I will see you at your apartment at 7 am and by 4 pm Friday your place will be clean enough to impress even your mom." I stated matter of factly.

He just sat there for a moment looking at me and I knew he was trying to think of a way out of the situation when he responded. "Sure ... why not ... But if you are even one minute late ..."

"So we have a deal?" I asked extending my hand.

"Yes, we have a deal." he said shaking my hand.

"Thank you Justin." I said, beaming from ear to ear.

We spent the rest of the meal talking about other things, hobbies, passions, books. We were all over the map with no rhyme or reason. I didn't have to walk with him all the way back to his building but it was nice. I kind of enjoyed being in his company. It was strange actually, as I got to know him the more it became apparent the ultra confidant air about him was all a facade. There were several moments where the smile on his face changed him so much he actually looked like a completely different person.

We were in the reception area of his firm, with Mrs. Grumpy-pants looking on, when we said goodbye. Maybe it was my good spirits, maybe it was to annoy her further, or maybe it was to see if what I was feeling was just me, but instead of just shaking his hand, I stood up further in my heels and planted a very full kiss on his cheek. I shouldn't have been surprised when a moment later I was on the receiving end of an equally full kiss on my lips. I gazed into his eyes as I settled back into my heels realizing that 'Nope, it's not just me.'

"I'll see you Monday." I said, patting him softly where my first kiss had landed. Throwing a smirky smile at Mrs. Grumpy-pants' sour pus face, I left.

Not until I was in the car did I wonder 'was it cheating, kissing him like that?' After some thought 'No' I decided. 'it wasn't. It was cheating because I enjoyed it.' Making a mental note to try and keep everything professional from then on I started driving home.

Letting myself into the apartment I saw Jennifer sitting on the couch. I wasn't surprised to see she beat me home considering it was Friday. Taking in her appearance I noticed she was still wearing her clothes from that morning, a knee length khaki skirt with a baby blue button up shirt and some nude pumps. Actually since I moved in, I couldn't help but notice she was wearing dresses and skirts more often than she used to. Not ALL the time but it was noticeably more often.

"Hey darling!" I said, as I breezed through the door, purse hooked on my elbow.

"Hey baby!" she said, coming to give me a big hug and kiss. "So?"

"So what?"

"So what happened?" she questioned "Did he give you a job? You didn't have sex with him did you?"

"Not much, kinda, No." I answered, walking to the refrigerator to grab a bottled water, my heels clacking on the tile floor.

Uncapping the bottle and taking a drink I turned around to see her with the funniest, confused expression on her face before it sunk in I had answered all her questions. 

"What do you mean Kinda?" she asked, thinking back to her questions.

Sitting down at the table I crossed my legs and took another drink, Jennifer was always getting on me about staying properly hydrated. "He wasn't willing to give me a reference because he really doesn't know me ..."

"That's what I figured would happen." Jennifer interrupted. 

"but I was able to talk him into giving me a week to clean his place. As long as I am on time and do a good job he will give me a good reference." I explained.

"You're going to clean his apartment for a reference?" she asked, coming to sit with me.

"and $500!"

"a bit steep, don't yah think?" she asked

"Funny, that's what he said." I answered. "Seriously though, single guy, workaholic, how often do YOU think he cleans his apartment?"

"Good point!" she said, settling into the chair, crossing her legs, her skirt riding up to display about half of her creamy thighs. 

"So how was your day?" I asked.

"Rough!" she said, grimacing. "You going by Chris this weekend?"

"Not anymore." I responded after taking one look at her face. "What are you thinking, a girls night out?"

"More like a girls night in." she said, a sad look on her face. "You sure you want to change your plans? I understand if you don't."

"Positive. " I said, phone already in my hand. I had noticed Jennifer seemed a lot more depressed lately and it seemed to get worse every day. We would spend some time together and she would be fine for a while but it was always short lived. Not knowing what else to do, I spent more time with her than with Chris. I tried to combine the two by having Chris stay over one night and everything seemed fine but I know after Chris and I made love that night I heard her cry herself to sleep. Needless to say I didn't have Chris stay over any more after that. 

Calling Chris I let him know. Thankfully he was very understanding. I had talked to him about Jennifer and her recent depression, so it didn't surprise him a whole lot. Making promises to do something the next day Jennifer and I settled in for the night.

A couple nights later, as Jennifer and I sat down for supper, my phone rang.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Justin said, as soon as I answered. "AND it might help you get a job."

"OK, I'm listening."

"Every year my firm throws this HUGE, black tie affair." he started explaining. "It's supposed to be a Christmas party but we always have it in January because the holidays are so darn crazy. Anyways, all employees are invited, as well as their spouse or guest but we also invite a lot of our vendors and prominent clients as well."

"So what are you saying?" I asked. 

"I have been working here for 10 years and I have only gone to this party TWICE because I was always working on some case and both of those times I went Stag. I'd be honored to have you on my arm." he continued. "So what do you think?"

"Justin, I would love to but I don't have anything to wear to an event like that and my roommate is going through a rough time right now." I said reluctantly. "I'm gonna have to say no."

"Your roommate is the same girl from the coffee shop right?"

"Yeah." I answered. "Jennifer."

"See if she wants to come along too."

"Justin ..."

"Look, I will buy you whatever clothes you need for the night. Your roommate too. I'm taking your lesson from my office seriously. I NEED to go to this with a beautiful woman on my arm, two would be even better!" he pleaded.

"When is it?" I asked, resigned that at the least, I would be going.

"It's in two weeks at the Grand Hotel downtown." he said excitedly, knowing he had me. "Danielle, you're the best!"

Yeah! I was the best! 

It was two days of hard cleaning in his apartment before I worked up the courage to even mention it to Jennifer. Even then bringing it up to her wasn't easy. Talking her into it was almost as hard as not fucking Justin. 

As I said, Monday and Tuesday were especially hard but by Wednesday, I had made great progress and I began slipping in to my normal routine. I was wearing a cute black "A" line skirt with a black, short sleeved button up shirt and nude hose held up by a bright red satin 6-strap garter belt with its matching bra and thong, as well as some cute black patent platform sling backs. Having much of the cleaning done I decided to make supper using some boneless, skinless chicken breasts I had set out the day before. I prepared some homemade chicken cordon bleu and put it in the oven while I whipped up some garlic mashed potatoes with cauliflower with broccoli as a side.

"You make one helluva housewife Danielle." he greeted me while I was bending over taking the pan out of the oven.

Setting it on top of the stove I slipped my oven mitts off, setting them on the counter. Taking off my apron, I turned around to thank him and found him right there, his hands coming to rest on my hips. His lips so close I could feel his hot breath and his touch set off tingles all over my body. Looking up into his eyes I expected his soft lips on mine any second.


"You are staying to help me eat this, right?" he asked, his nose grazing mine as he spoke.

My body was positively ALIVE from his touch but I wanted more. Wrapping my arms around him, I impossibly stepped closer to him, rubbing my tight body against his. Tipping my head back, I puckered my irresistible lips and tilted my head back in anticipation. Justin's hands reached around to cup my butt as his nose trailed lightly across and down my face toward my neck. When his lips finally made contact with my neck, I lost all strength in my legs. I was thankful his hands were where they were as my body became putty in his hands.

"Mmm!" I moaned with the sensation and expectation of more to come. Instead Justin stood back up, looked me in the eyes, and said without saying a word. 'This is what I want!' and I knew what he meant. It wasn't just me, it was everything. The beautiful wife, the cleaned house, supper ready on the table ... Everything. The look in his eyes and the connection there made me blush and I averted my gaze.

"Please stay for supper." he said, drawing my head up with two fingers on my chin. He was wearing a slight smile, his face softer than I had ever seen it.

How could I say no to that?

He didn't bother changing his clothes because he thought I was dressed so nice. He was so sweet, dimming the lights and putting on some soft dinner music before lighting a couple of candles. You almost would have thought he had cooked the meal himself. Like he was trying to impress a date. But then I guess he was ... me! I should have known what was happening when he poured me a glass of wine but honestly, I couldn't get the memory of his touch out of my head. My skin was still tingling with the sensation.

I loved the way he paid attention to me. When I talked he didn't interrupt and always maintained eye contact. I actually blushed a couple more times because he was watching me so intently. To this day I don't know what we talked about. We hopped from one topic to another with no rhyme or reason.

Collecting the plates, I decided to go ahead and wash them right away, so I didn't have to worry about them in the morning. While I was washing, Justin put away the leftovers. I was still washing when I felt him behind me again. His light touch started at my shoulders and tickled its way down to my hips reawakening the desire I felt from before. I stepped back into him and rubbed my ass on his rapidly hardening cock. Looking back over my shoulder, his lips were right there, ready to meet mine. Turning the rest of my body to meet him I caressed his legs with my thighs, his arms with my hands. Taking a deep breath, my breasts teased his chest and I pouted, looking up at him through my eyelashes. Justin didn't hesitate this time but neither did he rush it. His lips, Hot, Firm, Soft and Passionate, descended on mine, and I surrendered to him, parting my mouth to let his tongue in to play with mine.

Resting my head on his chest, the heat of the moment overwhelmed me and I relied on his strength to keep me up. I listened to his strong heart beating and it soothed me just like his strong arms wrapped around me. I began stroking his chest before I leaned up and gave him another kiss. Without breaking eye contact I began loosening his tie.

"Danielle?" Justin inquired.

"Shhhhhh!" I responded, pulling his tie free before unbuttoning his shirt.

Slowly turning him around and pushing him back until he was leaning against the sink, I worked on his belt and pants. Letting his pants fall over his hips, I reached my hands up to cup his face. Standing up as much as I could in my high heels I kissed him again. I put every ounce of passion I could muster in that kiss, and I felt his hand slip up under my skirt to feel my thong clad ass.

Lowering myself to my knees, I pulled his boxers down and slipped his cock into my mouth.

"Seriously?" He asked. "Right here? In front of the kitchen window?"

"Mmm Hmm!" I moaned into his cock and I felt his knees go weak with the sensation.

I worked his cock, long and slow, enjoying the curve of his erection. I paid every bit of my attention to it. I sucked, stroked, fondled, licked and kissed every square inch, making him feel like it was the center of the universe.

His knees quaked and he involuntarily thrust into my eager mouth as he erupted. Swallowing as fast as I could, I struggled to keep it all in. As he grunted his satisfaction I kept on sucking, extending his pleasure until I felt his hands on me, drawing me to my feet. I smiled at him as I wiped a bit of cum from the corner of my mouth and licked it clean.

"How do you do that?" he asked

"Magic!" I teased him with what could have been the punchline of an inside joke.

"Magic huh?" he said, scooping me off my feet. "Let's see if it works for me as well." he continued as he shuffled over to the couch carrying me. Setting me down gently he drew his pants up before tossing me a smile. 

Wondering what he was up to, I smiled back, spread my legs raising my right leg up to rest on the couch. My skirt fell down to reveal my stockings and garter belt. Setting a hand on my knee I began running it down my leg closer and closer to my pussy, his gaze following. Shaking free of my enchantment he leaned down and gave me a small kiss on the forehead before backing away slowly. I didn't know what he was doing until he reached the curtains covering the great window. My eyes may have opened a bit in panic as I watched him slowly draw back the shades but then my breath trembled with anticipation.

Very similar to what I had done to him in his office, the first day we met, or what I did to Jennifer a few days later, I was about to experience the same thing but on the receiving end. 'This is SO HOT!' I thought to myself as he knelt between my legs.

Resting his hand on my foot, he slid it up and over my knee and back down to the welt where the garter belt was firmly attached to my stockings. His eyes seemed locked to my legs and lingerie as he continued his exploration.

I just watched him, wondering what he was going to do next. His reaction to seeing my frillies made me think this was probably the first time he had actually seen stockings on a woman before. He kissed me gently on my knee before looking up to catch my gaze. I gave him a smile and he proceeded, giving me another kiss on the inside of my thigh just above the knee. My body was tingling again, this time emanating from his lips as he kissed first one leg then the other, each kiss drawing him closer to my pussy.

He stopped there, just before my womanhood, still hidden behind its satin curtain. His fingers worked their way further up under my skirt as he proceeded, not so much asking permission as he was daring me to stop him. It was getting late in the evening and the sun had been down for a while, with the lights on in the living room, I had no doubt anyone looking would be in for a live action show. Looking from his eyes to the open curtains and back, my gaze dared him to continue.

My eyes fluttered into the back of my head as he planted another kiss, this time right on top of my sex. Even through my panties it sent a shock through my entire body. Trembling with anticipation I lifted my butt as he began drawing my wet panties down my legs. He tossed them unceremoniously over his shoulder, never breaking eye contact. With a smile on his face, he descended to kiss my pussy, slipping his tongue into my folds and over my sensitive clit.

Arching my back, I drove my pussy into his mouth and felt his tongue lapping my juices before probing my opening. Reaching down I guided his head back to my sensitive areas. My fingers curled in his hair as he hit all of my most sensitive places, driving me closer to the edge.

He mixed up what he was doing, never the same thing for too long, while I moaned in frustration and cooed in encouragement. The amazing agony seemed to go for hours, and like that person who gets on a roller coaster and wants to get off half way through, I was forced to ride it to completion. 

My body gave him all the signs he needed to know I was on the verge, as I held his head to my pussy, my thighs clamped down on his head and my heels tried to push him further in. My soft moans and coos turned to screams of pleasure as his licking and sucking drew out my orgasm.

Coming up from my satisfied pussy, he smiled at me as I tried to compose myself. Throwing a leg over his head, I crossed my legs as my orgasm was fading. Still moaning, I tightened my thighs putting pressure on my clit. Justin stood up with a very pleased look on his face as he moved closer to my face.

"You are spending the night tonight, right?" he asked, leaning in to kiss me softly.

"Mmm. I'm sorry Justin." I replied, returning his kiss "I can't."

"Why?"

"Because if I stay, I know I wont be able to say No." I answered, touching his face. "And I'm not ready for that yet." I said. "I should really get going." I said, starting to stand.

"What about these?" he asked, picking up my panties.

"Hold on to them for now." I said, smiling from the doorway, my purse and keys in hand. "I'll get them tomorrow. Night!" Turning on my heel I walked away, the door behind me closing slowly.

Jennifer was a bit concerned about why I was late. Not wanting to answer that line of questions I distracted her by asking her again about coming to the party with Justin and I.

Eventually Jennifer caved, more to shut me up I suspect than anything else. Though how often do you get to go on a shopping spree? With someone else's credit card! In order to prepare for a party at a 5 star hotel!!

Courtesy of Justin, Jennifer bought this skin tight, iridescent long, blue dress with this super long slit up her left leg. It actually reminded me a bit of the dresses I saw at the Chinese pawn shop before I bought the corset, and it hugged her curves like nothing I had ever seen her in. It was so tight in fact she couldn't even wear panties, let alone a garter belt, because the lines of everything showed. She was however, able to wear her thigh highs that she paired with some white and sparkly platform heels that were like $200! I guess if she was going to be forced to go to a party and someone else was picking up the tab she was going to take full advantage of the situation. Later, when she tried the whole outfit on for me, my breath caught as I looked her up and down. She was stunning!




Bound Ch. 06: Bound to Get the Job



What I picked out started with a trip to a local seamstress and Corsetiere I found online. The skirt was rather simple actually. Merely a long black unadorned satin skirt. The top, however, was an amazing black and silver brocade, over-bust corset. What I really liked most about the corset was the dragon patterns in the brocade. Not the big, clunky, snarly, fire breathing ones from European folklore but the long sinewy ones from Asian mythology. Ever since I bought the magical corset from the Chinese pawn shop I was more interested in Asian culture and Mythology, Dragons and Chi, nearly all of it symbolized so perfectly in the Ying Yang. Modeling it one last time for the Corsetiere I thought 'Justin should have been more careful letting me get whatever I needed for the night!' The rush fee alone easily added several hundred dollars. Feeling a little saucy and not knowing how the night might go, I also had her make me a matching garter belt and thong to go with the corset.

Standing there on the pedestal, modeling it in front of the three way mirror, I smoothed he skirt over my hips and tried to ignore the fluttering in my tummy. It was so beautiful and it looked so good on me I couldn't believe it actually was mine.

"You look stunning, Darling!" the Corsetiere told me and Jennifer nodded in agreement.

Twisting and turning to examine myself I agreed as well. The sweetheart design of the Corset trimmed my waist and drove my D cup breasts into the most spectacular cleavage I had ever seen and the strapless look of the corset made my neck look longer. The skirt fell evenly from my hips to puddle on the ground. ' I am DEFINATELY going to need platform heels or it's going to scrape!' I thought, as I examined myself. 

The night of the party Jen and I got ready. I started with a nice hot bubble bath before shaving my legs and pussy. Wearing nothing but a towel I walked to my room where I kept my dress and continued getting ready. Donning the garter belt, I pulled up my stockings and attached the buttons. Even though they were completely covered, I had decided on wearing some high contrast back-seam stockings. Slipping my toes into some black strappy 'cage' sandals, I pulled on my skirt. Smoothing my skirt over my hips, I took a long, deep breath. It had been some time since I had worn the magical corset, and while I knew this was not the same, I was nervous about putting it on. Quelling my fears I wrapped the corset around my middle and secured the busk in front. Wiggling a bit to settle my breasts into the gussets of the corset, I began drawing in the laces. The night was young and I still needed to do my makeup so I only snugged the laces for now.

For my makeup I wanted something that reflected the elegance of what I was wearing, so I was careful not to over do anything. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror I went to go find Jennifer while drawing some black opera length gloves up my arms.

Jennifer was in her room, standing in front of the full length mirror, examining herself. She looked absolutely amazing in that skin tight dress. Her hair, piled high in an "up-do" with jewel embellishments that caught and refracted the light, was as glamorous as the dress. Seeing me reflected in the mirror she let out a long breath through pursed lips while running her hands over her hips, smoothing some wrinkle only her eyes could see.

"So! How do I look?" she asked, locking eyes with my reflection, a nervous look on her face.

"You look delicious!" I responded, walking over to her, resting my hands on her hips.

"That's good because I feel like a tart." she said. "Do you realize I am wearing only three article's of clothing!"

"Actually, since the thigh highs are a pair, I believe technically you're only wearing two." I pointed out.

"STOP!" she laughed, turning around to put her arms around me. "I can't believe I am going out wearing this." she said, turning back over her shoulder to see her derrière.

"You look stunning Jennifer!" I reassured her. "And there is definitely NO pantyline." I teased. 

She glared at me with a mock skowly face for a moment before she asked. "So what shoes are you wearing?"

"These ones." I said, pulling up my skirt, showing off my "cage" platform sandals.

"I think you should wear your light up heels." she said, teasing me. "They would be like ground effects for your dress."

I stood there a moment with my mouth open, feigning being offended while inside I was wondering, 'Dammit! Why didn't I think of that?'

"If you don't need a hand with anything, would you tighten my laces?" I asked, with a snippy tone she knew was fake.

Shortly after she finished tightening my laces, Justin arrived to pick us up. He had gone all out, even renting a limo for the evening to take us to the hotel. What was really surprising was not only had he bought each of use a corsage, he also bought each of us jewelry. I had told him what he had been kind enough to buy for us and apparently with that in mind, he went jewelry shopping. For Jennifer he bought an amazing sapphire earring and necklace set. For me he bought this necklace that was more like a lacy collar adorned with small stones and one large one that sat just inside my cleavage.

Turning around, I allowed him to fasten the necklace for me. Turning back, I looked up at his face. Jennifer had gone back to the bedroom to put away the jewelry she had been wearing before putting on the new stuff. 

I touched the collar necklace tentatively. Jennifer and I had played a bit with collars and I couldn't help but feel like I was marked as his property right now. Stepping in to his arms I reached up and kissed him lightly, not wanting to smudge my lipstick. Jennifer returned a moment later just as Justin's arm encircled my waist and drew me in for a more passionate kiss. I heard Jen's breath catch and felt her eyes on me as Justin and I kissed a moment longer.

As our kiss broken, like a gentleman, he presented each of us an arm to escort us to the limo.

After we got to the party it was clear Justin was the talk of the room. Apparently some people actually thought he was gay and were surprised to see him with not one but TWO hot dates. As for the party, it was about what I was expecting, the meal, exquisite, the fashion, high, and the bar, open. Like Justin thought, I had a chance to mingle with some pretty important people. Justin introducing Jennifer and I to nearly everyone in the room, giving me the opportunity to make an impression with many of his clients and prominent vendors. Considering who my date was, I was given many cards to call about setting up interviews. 

'I can't believe it! This might actually work!' I thought. 

As the night wore on and people starting fading out, Justin asked me to dance. We had just finished one dance and Justin was off getting me a fresh cocktail when Jen approached. By the look on her face I could tell something was bothering her.

"I think I want to go home." she said.

"Why?" I asked. "What's the matter?"

"Just sad." she starting explaining. "I mean, you have these two AMAZING guys, either one of which is a major catch and I'm still trying to get over losing Daniel."

I was finally beginning to understand the consequences of my transformation were not all being carried by me. Yeah, I know she had mentioned her loss before but hearing is not the same as FEELING it, like I could at that moment. 

"Please don't go Jen." I pleaded. "Just a little bit longer and then we'll both go."

"And if Justin doesn't want to leave?"

"Then we'll take his limo and leave without him." I answered. "Another 30 minutes and it'll be midnight. We'll go then. OK?"

"OK." she answered, turning to walk toward the bar.

I didn't know what to do as I watched her walk away to take a seat at the bar. Standing there at the edge of the dance floor I continued watching her as she hooked her heel on the rung of the stool and crossed her right leg over her left and seemed to draw into herself as she ordered a glass of wine. I was nearly ready to say 'The hell with it!' and take her home when this man approached her and slid in to the bar stool next to her. Side stepping to a table, I slid onto a stool of my own never taking my eyes off what was transpiring across the room. He must have told a joke or something because all of a sudden she was laughing and covering her mouth with her hand, a moment after that she extended it in introduction which he promptly brought to his mouth and kissed.

It was obvious her spirits had been lifted as he talked to her and so were mine. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs using the long slit to put the expanse of her thigh on display, and her smile was ear to ear as she turned to face him. 

"Everything OK?" Justin asked, as he returned with my drink.

"Yeah. I think so." I responded, still not taking my eyes off Jennifer. "Do you know who that is talking to Jen?" I asked.

"No, don't recognize him." Justin responded. "I can find out."

"No. That's OK." I said, turning my attention back to Justin. "I was just wondering."

The rest of the night was a blur as Jennifer and Greg (I found out his name later), Justin and I danced the night away before going home. As Justin and I were climbing into the limo, Jennifer decided to ride with Greg. 

"I want all the details later." I said, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"See you later." she said smiling. 

I was ecstatic. Jennifer was back!!

Climbing in the back of the limo, I snuggled up to Justin as the Chauffeur closed the door. Between the champagne, music, and seeing Jen smile again, I had a very heady buzz that went straight to my loins. This was the problem I seemed to have whenever I was alone with a man but especially if alcohol was involved. I simply, could not, control, my urges.

Tipping my head back I lured him in for a kiss, my body coming alive in his hands as he caressed my nipped waist, his tongue slipping into my mouth. Unable to contain myself I likewise ran my hands over his body coming to rest on his rock hard cock. It twitched through his pants as I ran my hands over his shaft. Feeling it in my hand and remembering from when I had it in my mouth, I wanted it! Looking around for the controls, I closed the divider window before sliding out of my seat to kneel before him. His eyes drifted from my eyes to my cleavage, to my hands undoing his pants and then back to my eyes. 'He really is kinda cute.' I thought as I drew his cock from his tux and slipped it in my mouth.

Tasting the precum made my pussy quiver more. Without letting go of his cock or taking it out of my mouth, I did my best to hike up my skirt with my other hand so I could get to my drenched pussy. It took some time but I finally managed. Pulling my panties to the side I slipped my manicured fingers into my wet folds. I moaned deeply into his cock, as my fingers found my little love button, and he threw his head back and moaned in response.

I couldn't take it any more. I needed his cock someplace other than my mouth!

Catching his eyes, I sucked all the way to the top of the head and then off, giving it one last kiss. Pulling him gently by that solid shaft, I laid back on the long bench seat on the side of the car and spread my legs wide. He didn't need anymore direction as he slowly drew my left leg up and kissed it from the ankles of my stocking clad feet up and over my knee before planting one soft kiss on the bare flesh of my thighs. Little tingles shot up my leg with each kiss but the last one, the one on my thigh made my whole pussy quiver in a mini orgasm.

"Please tell me you have a condom." I said, with wide desperate eyes. Somehow in the flurry of the move, my pills had gotten misplaced and I missed when I was supposed to start them and now had to wait another cycle.

Without hesitation he pulled a box out of the inside pocket of his jacket, opened it and began rolling it on. I should have been angry, or upset, or ... SOMETHING, because he obviously thought he was getting laid tonight and here I was, flat on my back, in his limo, with my legs spread, practically begging him to shove his cock in me.

Yeah, I should have been upset but I was too damn horny to care!

Anticipating my skirt getting in the way of the good hard fucking I hoped for, and also wanting to show him everything his money bought, I unzipped and pulled it off, tossing it on the seat on the other side of the car. 

I could have laughed at the look on his face when he saw my panties and garter belt matched the corset that was holding me so tight, and I would swear that his cock got harder as he took in the sight. That moment lasted just an instant and then he was moving again, his hard cock sticking out like a knife. Reaching down to help guide him home, he used that knife to cut me to the bone as he slid in all the way in one stroke. Ordinarily that maneuver would have hurt but I was literally dripping, my cum leaving a puddle on the leather seat as a soft, satisfied whimper escaped my lips.

Not that I was a connoisseur of cocks but I did notice his was thick and had a more substantial curvature to it that was hitting me in a completely different place than Chris's. 'Oh God!! Chris!!' I thought as Justin's cock rammed home again, and again, and again. Chris was still in my thoughts but only in the back of my mind and that was fading with each and every thrust. 

"I love the stockings Danielle." Justin said, as he slowed his pace a bit. "I love the whole outfit actually. I only remotely anticipated this happening tonight."

"Thanks." I blurted out between thrusts. "To be honest, I didn't anticipate this either. It just kinda happened."

"I'm ... glad ... it ... did!" He said. "You're pussy is even more incredible than your mouth!"

All thoughts of Chris gone from my mind, I smiled a devilish smile before I kicked a leg over his head and rolled off the seat to kneel on the floor. Justin didn't waste any time in grabbing my hips and thrust into me again. One thing I noticed right away, it was a lot easier to deal with the motions of the car when the driver went around corners in this position.

Justin had one hand on my hip and the other braced against the roof of the car, as he carried on the assault of my pussy, each thrust driving me closer and closer to the divider glass. Soon I had both hands and my face pressed against that glass, moaning in ecstasy as I felt myself getting closer. Justin was practically whimpering with each thrust now and I began to wonder if the magic of the corset was somehow working on him. It started to dawn on me that maybe he COULDN'T cum until I did, or at least until I was close. Making a mental note to talk to Jennifer about that tomorrow, I shoved back from the glass. Turning around I slowly drove Justin all the way to the back of the limo and onto the seat before straddling him. I didn't even need to reach down to guide him, he was so hard. My eyes fluttered backward as I slowly impaled myself, squeezing his cock the whole was down.

Taking in a couple of deep breaths, I reveled in the feeling inside me as I began to slowly grind my hips. Opening my eyes just enough to look at him through my eyelashes, I took in his face. His face was a flurry of emotions, confusion, lust, anticipation and several more that I lost as my eyes fluttered shut again. His cock really was hitting me in a different spot, I realized as my breath became even more erratic, my G spot!

Grabbing his face with both hands I attacked his lips with mine. My tongue darting into his mouth with the same desperation of my loins. I clamped my pussy tight around his cock and began circling my hips as well. 

After the second circle of my hips he found my timing and began thrusting to match. My body was on fire and I could barely breath as I reached up to the roof of the car to give me a little more leverage to drive myself onto his, Oh So Willing, shaft. I was getting close, SO close, just a little more ... and then my world exploded. I was cumming so hard I couldn't think, I couldn't breath, and I couldn't move. I collapsed onto Justin as he took over. His own orgasm tearing through him so hard I was surprised it didn't shoot straight through the condom.

It was such a strange, intense orgasm. As Justin was filling the condom, I utterly collapsed onto him, my arms wrapped around his body, my head resting on his shoulder as I began crying my eyes out. To this day I don't know WHY I was crying but I was. It wasn't just a tear here or there, this was an all out sobbing, cry fest, as my whole body shook with emotion.

"Oh my God, Danielle!" Justin exclaimed when he realized what was happening. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't because I didn't understand what was happening. I heard him ask again and I was able to shake my head 'No'. He started talking again before I shushed him mid-sentence. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to play 20 questions. I just wanted to be held and comforted, and he seemed to understand that as he held me close, stroking my back. It seemed like hours later before I was properly comforted when I realized his cock was still hard, still in me, and I was in home.

"Thank you Justin." I said giving him a soft kiss before dismounting his glorious tool. "I'll call you tomorrow." I said pulling my skirt up. My panties were a sodden mess so I just put those into my clutch before giving him another kiss. I opened the door and was only mildly surprised to see the chauffeurs hand presented to help me out of the car.

"Thank you." I told the driver, who's name I never knew.

"It was my pleasure ma'am." he said, as he closed the door. "Is there anything else I can be of assistance with?"

"Thank you but no. I'll be fine." I said. Waving one last time to Justin, I turned and made my way up to my apartment. 

Walking in to the apartment I was a bit surprised all the lights were out. I had been expecting Jennifer to be up waiting for me. Locking the door and setting my purse on the table I stepped out of my heels before starting down the hall to our room. I was just about to walk through the door when I heard a very distinctive, rhythmic, squeaking coming from the other side of the door.

'No! She couldn't!' I thought. 'She WOULDN'T!!!'

Pushing the door open slightly, I could see she WAS! Jennifer was naked except for her thigh highs and heels sitting astride Greg from the party, riding him slowly as her hands squeezed her breasts. Debating whether or not to watch, I decided. 'No, this is her moment, let her have her privacy.' I did, however take a second glance at Greg as I was closing the door. 'He is kinda cute.' I thought, as I retired to my room.

Stripping off my clothes I listened to their lovemaking with a perverse interest. Saving my corset for last I untied and released the laces before undoing the busk. Reconnecting the busk I opened a dresser drawer and set it in before closing it a bit harder than I intended. I stood there naked a long moment, listening to see if they had heard, praying I hadn't interrupted. When it appeared they hadn't heard, and not daring to open another drawer, I slid my naked body into bed.

As I laid there in bed it became VERY obvious Jennifer didn't know I was home. The soft coos of her love making soon became a crescendo, as she moaned and then screamed out her satisfaction. Greg likewise was moaning and grunting. He must have been giving it to her hard as the headboard started slapping the wall. There was one final cry from Jennifer and then all was silent. 

Happy for my friend, even if I was a bit jealous, I rolled over and let sleep take me.

I awoke the next morning rested and relaxed, if a bit horny from all the erotic dreams I had that night. Stretching out beneath my covers I heard Jen and Greg start up again. 'You go girl!' I thought, as I slid out of bed. Not wanting to get completely dressed, I carefully got out and slipped into this black chemise I liked. It was a bit longer than the rest of my nighties and while it did still cup and display ample cleavage there were no sheer places.




Bound Ch. 07: Bound for a New Year



For this chapter I want to give some credit to Sayankotor. I had the story pretty much established in my head and I knew how it ended. A small suggestion Sayan made to a previous chapter made me think a bit and I realized I had it wrong and had to make some amendments. This is believe is more in line with how Chinese magic would really work than my previous thought. 

***** 

After the long drive, and even the ice cream, I was still more than a bit conflicted when I got home. Thinking about what had just transpired at my interview, I felt more than a little taken advantage of, even though it was my own doing. Worst of all though, I still couldn't shake the excitement I felt from the encounter. Putting a smile on my face I strode through the door like nothing was bothering me. 

"So how did it go?" Jennifer asked when I walked in the door. 

"I got it!" I answered matter of factly, like there was never any doubt. 

"Seriously!" she said excitedly, clapping her hands. "AWESOME!" 

"BUT ... My new boss didn't expect to find someone so soon." I continued. "and is going on vacation now for the next two weeks." 

"That's kind of odd!" Jennifer commented. 

"That's what I thought" I said. "but I'm not used to the 'ways' of upper management or salesmen." 

"Yeah, they are an odd bunch" she quipped. "but that's odd, even for them." 

I just shrugged my shoulders in response as I sat down at the breakfast bar . 

"So what are you going to do for the next two weeks?" Jennifer inquired, pouring me a glass of wine. 

I smiled a big toothy grin without saying a word. 

"What are you thinking?" she asked suspiciously, while she poured one for herself 

"Well." I said, drawing it out. "I saw something on the calender that piqued my interest." 

Jennifer just looked at me with a quizzical look on her face . 

"I know this sounds crazy but, how would you feel about celebrating Chinese New Year with me?" I asked her. 

"Is this because of the corset?" Jennifer asked with a suspicious tone. 

"Maybe." I answered sheepishly, swiveling my bar stool back and forth. 

"What's involved?" 

"Good food, great friends, family, a bit of cleaning, you know, to brush out the bad luck of the previous year and get ready for new luck." I said, mentioning the few things I remembered from reading Wikipedia. "Basically it's a time of reflection, contemplation, and thankfulness. After what you and I have gone through the past few months, I think it would be good for us." I said. 

"When does it start?" she asked 

"Tomorrow is the first day." 

"FIRST day?" she asked. "How many days are there?" 

"Well, that depends." I answered. "The older, more traditional celebration is 15 days." 

"FIFTEEN DAYS!" she exclaimed then sighed. "What am I getting myself into?" she muttered. 

Smiling I got on the computer and opened up the web page and summarized the first day "Tomorrow is the day to celebrate ones ancestors by visiting the oldest family members. We also need to make noise and light candles. You know, to chase away evil spirits and stuff. Technically it starts tonight at midnight tonight but I figure we'll start when you get home from work. I don't know about the visiting part but I'm thinking music, dancing in our underwear, wine ..." 

Jennifer, who was reading over my shoulder suddenly starting snickering. 

"What?" I asked. 

"You can't use a broom tomorrow." she chuckled. "It'll be bad luck!" 

"What!?" I said skimming through the text until I found it. "Well ... one day won't be that bad ..." I tried to convince myself while ignoring how much dirt can accumulate in one day. 

The rest of the night til bedtime we spent at the computer reading up on my new favorite holiday before going to bed. Still exhausted from the interview, it was one of the few times we went to sleep without making love first. We just slowly stripped each others clothes off before climbing in and cuddling up together while sleep took us. 

"Daniel?" I heard a confused, sleepy voice in the distance, drawing me from my slumber. "DANIEL!" It said again, louder, confusion and sleepiness gone. I felt my body being shaken "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel!! Oh my GOD!! Daniel." the voice, Jennifer's voice, said over and over as I was being kissed all over my face. Reluctantly waking I realized my face was wet everywhere she had kissed me. 

"Jennifer! What the ..." I trailed off as I heard my voice. A MAN'S voice, MY VOICE!! My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly, throwing off the covers. Gone were Danielle's soft curves and her large breasts. Replacing it was a highly toned and muscular, from all the yoga and running I imagine, male physique. My eyes scanned over my whole body in disbelief before looking up to catch Jennifer's eyes. The look on her face seemed to be the perfect mirror image for the look on my own. She was sitting there on her knees with her hands covering her mouth in complete shock and disbelief before extending her arms toward me. Smiling and laughing she pounced, playfully attacking me with more kisses. 

Taking the energy of that pounce I rolled her over and slid between her welcoming thighs, returning her kisses with the same excitement and passion. We were both painfully aware of the large erection I was sporting and grinding against her warm wet mound but we both ignored it until the moment where it caught the soft folds of her entrance. Then we both stopped what we were doing. It was like we were virgins again, not quite knowing if we should cross that threshold. Wide eyed we just looked at each other, not daring to move, barely daring to breath. Ultimately it was my cock that broke the stand off with a slight twitch from the warm sensation of being partially caught in ... Heaven? 

Jennifer felt the twitch and took a deep breath that she let out through pursed lips before reaching up to caress my face. New tears, tears of joy and disbelief streamed down her face as she pressed down and onto my cock. Taking her lead I pressed into her slowly, savoring ever inch. 

My body was flooded with all the sensations I was experiencing. From her gentle hands on my cheeks and back, to her soft breasts, pressed against my chest, from the tightness of her pussy on my hard shaft to her small feet caressing my legs. 

"I love you Jennifer!" I told her for the very first time as Daniel. "I have always loved you and will always love you." 

"I love you too Daniel!" she responded. "I love you SO much!" she said tears still streaming down her face. 

I tried to ignore the magic of the corset for now because I knew, somehow, it was to blame. The fact that it was the first day of Chinese New Year was too coincidental. There were still so many things I didn't understand about the magic that allowed it to do what it did. Reveling in the moment, I drew my cock nearly all the way out excruciatingly slow before ramming it back in. 

"Oh!" She said with a smile on her face as the force of my thrust moved her up the bed. 

Returning her smile, I drew back again before giving her an even more forceful thrust. 

"Mmm!" She moaned. "That's right! GIVE it to me!" 

The next thrust was even harder. Jennifer, anticipating what was coming, met the thrust head on, driving her pussy down onto my cock. With my cock still buried balls deep in her pussy, she rolled her hips up and wrapped her thighs around me, locking her ankles behind my back and using that extra leverage, clamped down on my cock. I could barley move, she held me so tight. She may have been the one pinned to the bed but it was clear to me who was REALLY in control as she used her thighs and pussy to milk my cock. 

She held nothing back as she wrestled me for control. We tossed and tussled all over the bed, first me on top, then her. The only rule we seemed to be playing by, was my cock had to stay in her. Trying to roll her back over, she grabbed my hands and with her fingers interlaced with mine, drew them over my head. Her face was right in front of mine her breasts hanging down, her nipples grazing my chest. She kissed me softly when I felt her squeeze her kegels, slowly at first but she slowly increased her speed as she watched my reaction. 

"You like?" she asked. 

"Uh huh!" I said breathlessly, feeling my cum swelling inside when she began rocking her hips back and forth further intensifying the experience. 

I wanted to Cum, NEEDED to Cum but I couldn't. I was caught right there at the edge and it was excruciating. I now understood how Justin felt that night in the back of the limo. THIS, I thought to myself is what Hell must be like. Caught right at the edge of the ultimate pleasure but unable to achieve it. Fortunately for me I knew, or at least suspected, as soon as I made Jennifer cum the magic would allow me to as well. Rolling her over onto her back I began thrusting in and out with renewed fervor. Propped up on my arms, I watched Jennifer's breasts undulating with each thrust. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and her body was starting to quiver. 'That has to be a good sign!' I thought as I continued pounding her sweet little box. 

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... OH GOD!!" she cried. "Fuck me Daniel!! Fuck me hard!!" 

Her whole body spasmed with her orgasm and it felt like my cock exploded, I came in her so hard. Our bodies shook from the effort and experience. I was spent, exhausted, I needed sleep but I didn't dare pull out for fear I would change back the moment I was free of her glorious confinement. 

Laying down on her chest. I hugged and kissed her, this time it was my face that was streaked with tears. 

"I love you! I love you! I love you!" I told her over and over again, as my slowly deflating cock began to slip from her gentle folds. 

"I know Daniel." she said, returning my hugs and kisses. "I've always known." 

Laying there in bed, exhausted from the wild, Olympic sex we just had, we drifted off to sleep again. I remember thinking 'I hope this wasn't just a dream!' 

Morning light, peaked gloriously through the blinds the next morning and I got to see it had not been just a dream. I was still me! Looking over at Jennifer still cradled in the crook of my arm I felt very warm inside. Reaching up to push some stray hairs away from her face, I gazed at her and reveled in her beauty. 

I must have drifted back to sleep because the next thing I remember was a warm wetness on my cock. Looking under the covers I found Jennifer sucking me eagerly into her mouth. She choked a bit as she tried to deep throat me. She'd never tried to do that before, I wondered briefly what changed her mind. 

"Good morning!" she said, taking my dick out of her mouth, a tendril of spit still connecting the two of them. 

"Good morning." I returned. "To what do I owe this?" 

"I've always wanted to wake you with a blowjob but never did." she said as she slid up and straddled me. "I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by. Now my Love, sit back and enjoy!" she said with a soft, sweet, loving look on her face as she slid onto my erection. 

Leaning down till her face was right in front of mine she gave me another small kiss. "SO! You were watching me fuck Greg the other night. Did you like what you saw? Were you jealous? Did you want it to be your cock in me? Or did you want to be me?" 

"I loved it, I wanted to keep watching but you deserved your privacy." I answered. 

"And were you jealous?" she asked, coming up before sliding back down on my cock. The smile on her face was mischievous, as she gave me several slight motions that earned her a spasm of precum in her pussy. Sitting up she ran her fingernails lightly down my chest as she awaited my answer. 

"I was jealous! Of everything!" I admitted. " I wanted to be him, I wanted to be you, I wanted to join in and help you fuck him. Most of all I was just happy for you." 

"And what about now?" she asked, rotating her hips in a circle while still thrusting onto my hard shaft. "Would you help him fuck me?" 

"I want to make you happy Jennifer!" I admitted. I was also more than a bit relieved to discover that while I was OK with teaming up with a guy to pleasure Jennifer I had ABSOLUTELY NO desire to team up with HER to pleasure HIM like I had the other night as Danielle. 

'Mmm! That could be interesting." she said leaning in for another kiss. "For now though ... you're going to have to do it all by yourself." 

I kissed her, savoring her soft, full lips and darting tongue. I kissed her eyes that had wept for me and I kissed her neck that always drove her wild. Coming further up on her knees she was careful to keep my cock inside her while she presented her full breasts to my searching mouth. My kisses found those beautiful globes, first one, then the other. I licked, kissed and lightly nipped them as I made my way to her nipples. Twirling my tongue around one, I carefully placed my lips over my teeth and tightly suckled on the both of them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her hand drift down to play with her pussy as I continued toying with her breasts. 

She was beginning to moan lightly from all the stimulation and I could also feel her lightly clamping and releasing on my cock while my kisses and her playing continued. Reaching down I grabbed her ass and 'persuaded' her to increase her movements. Her first thrust down onto me elicited a not so soft "UH!" as I lifted her for another. 

Then her hands were on my face again, tilting my head back. Her eyes were wide with love and excitement. I was caught in those pools of blue as she lifted up and dropped back down several more times, moaning with each thrust. With her eyes still open, showing me the full depth of her soul, she kissed me passionately. I fought the urge to close mine and returned her kiss, hoping desperately she saw the same love in mine I was seeing in hers. 

Unable to take on more of that flood of passion we broke eye contact and wrapped each other up in a big hug, her large breast mashed against my chest, our hearts beating right next to each other. I held her, and rocked her, and gave her an occasional thrust to remind her I was still in her. Sitting on her knees must have been taking a toll because she came up to move her legs, wrapping them around me before sitting back on my rod. 

The passion of my soul needed another exit. 'A more physical one than my eyes or heart!' I thought to myself as I gave her several more awkward thrusts. She smiled because she knew what was next. Like Professional Wrestlers that almost all have their "signature move" I guess I had my own for making love and she had already set herself up. 

I kissed her soft lips again as I planted my left hand on the bed. I felt her lock her ankles behind my back as I lifted with my legs and began rolling her over. Going with the flow, she held me tight around my chest as she kissed my lips enjoying the ride. Once I had rolled completely over she dangled there for a bit and smiled, daring me to continue. Smiling back, I set her down and gave her a hard thrust. 

"OH GAWD!!" she exclaimed, through clenched teeth. "I love when you do that to me!" 

"I love doing it to you." I responded with several more thrusts that moved her up and into the headboard. 

Reaching above her head, Jennifer placed her hands on the headboard and pushed down while I was thrusting in again. 

"I love you Jennifer!" I said thrusting in again. "I love you SO MUCH!!" 

"I love you too Daniel!!" 

And then we were moving. Our bodies were in perfect sync as we met each other, thrust for thrust, each motion taking us closer. The agony of being caught on the edge was less intense this time because I knew what to expect as I continued working her to climax. And then she was crying out in pleasure as I spilled my seed into her. 

Caressing her face I pushed some hair aside and just gazed at her. Before any of this happened I would have told you I loved her so much that it wasn't possible to love her any more. This experience had changed me, changed my capacity to love. I loved her more now than I ever had and it was amazing to be able to, literally, put my love into her again. 

Rolling to lay by her side, I collapsed. Drawing her to me, she snuggled up, draping one leg across mine and placed her head on my chest directly over my heart. 

Combing my fingers through her long, blonde locks I thought again about the path that had taken us to this moment. Was this change back to my manly self permanent? Was the whole point of the transformation to teach about True Love? There was just too much I didn't know. 

"Daniel." Jennifer said tipping her head back to look at my face. 

"Yes my love." I said. 

"I've been thinking ... and ... all things considered ... I think you need to go see your parents." she said. 

Trying to think of reasons to not go only cemented the argument that I needed too. 

"Yeah." I agreed. "I think you're right." 

"Good! Just let me call in to work and then I'll go pack an overnight bag." she said, reaching over me to pick up her cell phone. After seeing the questioning look on my face "You didn't think I would let you go without me did you?"  

"I guess not, there's just one problem though." I stated 

"What's that?" she asked before hitting the send button. 

"I have NO CLOTHES!" 

"Sure you do." she told me. "I still haven't finished converting some of your old clothes yet so you still have like 4 pairs of jeans and a stack of shirts. We may need to get you some socks and underwear but that's it." 

"Shoes?" I questioned. "I KNOW I got rid of all of those." 

"You're going to think I'm crazy" she said timidly looking at the floor. "but I saved your tennis shoes. I wanted something to remember you by." 

How could someone hear that and not be overcome by emotion, especially when it is said about you. I rolled over to hover over her face and with a couple fingers tilted her head up. She had a strange, painful, guilty look on her face. 

"Jennifer, I always knew you were an amazing, wonderful woman" I told her looking into her eyes. "but this experience has taught me what I knew was just a scratch on the surface and I love you more every day." 

"Thank you Daniel." she said embracing me. 

Jennifer finished her call into work and then it was a little jaunt to the store to get me some socks and some boxer briefs. (Apparently Jennifer liked the looks of those and never told me!) It should have been a nice leisurely drive to my parents house, a couple of hours away, but I was so nervous. I kept rehearsing in my head what I would say when the door opened. I tried to anticipate what they might say in response and how I might respond to that and on and on and on. It should have been a relaxing ride but I was a nervous wreck by the time we got there. 

"DANIEL!" My mother exclaimed as her eyes focused on me after the door opened. 

"Hi Mom." 

Her tears were hidden in my shirt as she pressed her face into my chest, hugging me, sobbing. 

"I though I had lost you!" she blubbered into my chest. Composing herself she resumed her motherly role "Where have you been all these months? No call! Not even a letter or a postcard! I HAVE BEEN WORRIED SICK!!" she berated me. 

"I'm sorry mom." 

"I don't want to hear an 'I'm sorry mom!' young man. I want an explanation!" she continued with her hands on her hips. 

Thank God for Jennifer who came to my rescue just then. 

"Hello Mrs. Reid." Jennifer said as she stepped out from behind me. "I'm Jennifer, Daniel's girlfriend." I could tell my mom was completely enamored of Jennifer immediately by the smile that suddenly split her face. "You're not the only one who thought he was lost." she continued lacing her fingers with mine. 

Mom seemed to snap back to reality at that moment, jumping immediately into hostess mode as she noted the bags on the porch. 




Bound Ch. 07: Bound for a New Year



"Oh my! I am so sorry! I was just so caught up in the moment. Please! Come in, come in!" She said guiding us into the house. "Would you like a cup of tea Deary." she said looking at Jennifer. 

"I would LOVE a cup of tea." Jennifer answered. 

Sitting down in the front room, the three of us shared tea, my mom was a bit shocked about that, and talked. Of course my mom wanted to know everything that had happened in the last few months and why I hadn't been in touch, why my old boss kept calling looking for me, etc. 

I gave her what explanation I could, which wasn't much because I didn't dare tell her about the corset or my subsequent transformation. She was old school and wouldn't understand. In the end I think she believed I was either in the Witness Protection Program or a Secret Agent. Sadly, either one of them was more believable than the truth. 

"So how long are you staying?" She asked, as we were finishing our tea and pitiful explanation. 

"Tonight, maybe tomorrow but no more than that." I answered 

"You're father will be thrilled! Now, what would you like for dinner?" she asked. Watching my mom, I was beginning to see where Danielle's personality came from. 

My Father WAS thrilled, it was actually probably one of the happiest times I'd ever seen him. While Jennifer and my mom were inside cleaning up after supper, I remember hanging out with my dad on the deck, just the two of us, having a few beers, enjoying the silence. My Dad was not an overly talkative man. Never had been. Even when he did talk, he was usually straight to the point. 

"So this Jennifer, she's your girlfriend?" he asked. 

"Yeah!" I said, keeping it short. 

"Pretty girl!" He said, and I could hear the pride in his voice. "Your mom seems to like her." 

"Yeah Dad." I admitted. "She's great!" 

Putting his beer down he turned to look at me. "Now you listen to me son. You take good care of her, and not because some stupid family member or close friend tells you to 'Take Care of Her Or Else!' Take care of her because you love her. Stay faithful, and be there for her when she needs you, whether you understand it or not, and she will fight for you. I can see that about her." He said in what may have been the longest non-sports related sentence I had ever heard come out of his mouth. "You've got a real keeper there!" he finished picking up his beer and taking another drink. 

"Thanks Dad." I replied, and that was pretty much the end of the conversation, such as it was. Please don't think we sat around the rest of the night in utter silence though, we didn't. I just don't remember anything specific we talked about. But him talking about Jennifer, THAT stands out. In fact, to this DAY, when I think about my Father, that night on the deck is what always comes to mind. I just close my eyes and I see his, trained on me so intently as if trying to drive home the importance of his advice. 

As the night wore on and 10 O'clock neared mom started getting the beds ready. 

"Daniel, you can stay in your old room." she told me. "I already put your bag in there. Jennifer Dear" she continued, turning her attention away from me. "you can stay in the guest room. It's just to the right when you get to the top of the stairs. Now you've got fresh linen but if you get cold there's some extra blankets in the closet." 

"Mom, you know we could just share the guestroom." I explained. Or at least I tried to before she rounded on me, hands on her hips with such a glare I silenced immediately. 

"What you do in your own home is up to you but so long as you are under MY ROOF and NOT married you will sleep in separate rooms!" she scolded me. Dad in the background was just shaking his head, whether it was directed at me or my mom, or both, I never knew. 

"I'm so sorry about that sweetie." my mom said turning back to Jennifer never missing a beat. "He's always been a bit headstrong but if you take a firm tone, he'll fall back into line." 

"I will have to remember that." Jennifer said looking at me with a smile. 

Finding our way to our respective rooms we settled down for a long lonely night. 

The next morning I got up hoping to find Jennifer still in bed. When I heard her voice downstairs I sighed in frustration and made my way to the bathroom and a semi-cold shower, trying to forget how lonely I had been the night before without her. More than once I half thought of sneaking into her room and fucking her but that path would have taken me right past my mom's room and the bed in the guest room was exactly opposite my parents bed. 

I was just getting out of the shower and toweling off when the door opened. I jumped behind the towel immediately before I realized it was just Jennifer. Holding a finger in front of her lips she shhh'd me before she turned around and locked the door. 

She had a mischievous smile on her face as she closed the distance between us. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders she stood on tip toe while drawing me down to kiss her. In return I wrapped my arms around her, the towel held up only by our embrace. 

All the effects of the cold shower wore off quickly with everything she was doing to me. 

Stepping back she the towel fall to the floor. Taking one look at my erection she pulled her shirt over her head as she slipped down to her knees. She looked up at me, stroking it slowly with her hand, her eyes warning me to stay silent as her lips encircled the head. Slow and quiet she worked my cock with her mouth, her fingers cupping, stroking and tickling my balls until my legs started getting weak. 

Standing back up she stepped into me giving me another kiss before whispering in my ear. 

"I NEED YOU IN ME!!" she mouthed silently as she stepped back. Pushing her yoga pants and thong over her hips and down to the floor she hopped up on the counter and drew me between her welcoming thighs. 

"Jennifer!" I whispered in her ear. "My MOM is just downstairs!" 

"I know!" she whispered back biting the tip of her tongue. "Ain't it cool!" she finished drawing me in. 

Her legs were spread wide as she sat on the edge of the counter top, her fingers played with her pussy, luring me in. 

"Please!" she begged, her eyes rolling up in her head a little bit as her fingers danced on her clit. 

As enjoyable as it was watching her, I was not about to let her have ALL the fun! Stepping up, I slid my hard cock into her soft sweet pussy. If I thought her eyes had rolled into the back of her head before, that was NOTHING compared to the look on her face when I buried my cock balls deep in one long stroke. 

Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open in a silent scream that seemed to go on forever. When I noticed she was breathing again I began moving in her, keeping my thrusts light to avoid any unnecessary noise. 

"OH MY GOD!!" She mouthed silently, eyes wide. 

"You are SO NAUGHTY!" I mouthed back. 

Jennifer just smiled at me with that comment. Reaching up she tweaked a nipple before running her hand down her breast to play with herself while I continued fucking her. 

"Daniel!" My moms voice called from the hall as she lightly rapped on the door. "Have you seen Jennifer?" 

I froze. I had my cock buried in my girlfriend, in my parents bathroom, and my mom was no more than 5' away with nothing separating us but a cheap, white, 6 panel door! "No I haven't." I lied. "She might have gone for a run though. She likes to do that in the morning." I tried to keep my words normal because Jennifer had decided since I was not going to move, she would! Grinding and circling her hips she was getting me closer to cumming as she continued playing with herself. 

"Oh OK." mom called again. "Well if you see her, let her know I found those sewing patterns we were talking about this morning." 

"Ummmm, OK!" I strained to focus, as Jennifer's pussy began clamping down on my cock. 

"Are you OK in there?" My mom asked. "You sound strange!" 

"I'm fine mom." I said, struggling to sound normal. "Be down in a bit." 

As my moms steps drifted away down the stairs, Jennifer started thrusting her pussy onto my cock. At first I thought it was to draw the cum out of me and to tease me a bit more but I realized from the look on her face it was actually because she was THAT close. I began thrusting into her in time with her own. Her body shuddered and face tightened with the strain of keeping in when I could tell she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. 

Her pussy was a vice on my cock and my balls tightened as I felt my orgasm nearing. Thrusting in hard, my balls slapped her ass when she came. Coming forward to hug me, she wrapped her legs around me as I filled her with my cum. 

I held her there like that, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I caressed the smooth skin of her back giving her an occasional reminder thrust from my cock that was almost impossibly, still hard and still in her. 

"I love you Daniel." she whispered. 

"I love you too sweetheart!" I said giving her a kiss. 

"You should probably go find your mom." she said, giving me another kiss and teasing my chest. "I'm gonna take a shower. I got a bit sweaty from my ... run." she said with a wink. 

"OK but stay behind me when I open the door." 

Opening the door, I peered out making sure the 'coast was clear'. Jennifer's naked body pressed against mine as I looked out to find my father standing right there with a newspaper tucked under his arm. His eyes darted from mine to Jennifer's and then back. 

"Your mom is looking for you." he said, looking at me, suppressing a knowing smile. "She's looking for you too." he said looking around me at Jennifer. I'll just go use the other room." and he walked on down the hall shaking his head and chuckling. 

Jennifer and I shared a chuckle and a kiss before we heard my mom start up the stairs again. Sneaking another quick kiss, I darted as quietly as I could to my room. Breathing a sigh of relief, I closed the door as I heard the water in the shower turn on. 

After dressing, I headed downstairs and found my mom already had breakfast waiting on the table. By the looks of it she had gone all out. I guess she was pretty excited about me being home and was making sure I knew. 

Breakfast was just the beginning. My return home quickly turned into an impromptu family reunion. My Aunts and Uncles came over to visit. My cousins who lived in town came over as well bringing their children. Even my Grandma and Grandpa who never went out except for Church and groceries came over to visit. 

Everyone wanted an explanation about where I had been, and scolded me for not letting my mom know I was OK. Thankfully Jennifer was here to help distract them. For most of them she was the first girlfriend of mine they had ever met, and they likewise had many questions for her as well. Who were her parents? What did they do? What did she do? Did she have any siblings? Etc? Etc? Etc? 

Her eyes, which had been amused in the beginning, were getting more panic stricken as the onslaught continued. 

I went to bed that night both mentally and physically exhausted. Slipping between the sheets I only had a brief moment to regret the absence of Jennifer's warm body before I drifted off. 

"Move over sweetie." I heard a voice say, dispelling the strange erotic dream I was having. Cracking my eyelids, I noticed it was nearly dawn and Jennifer was kneeling in front of the bed, beginning to draw back the blankets. 

"Jennifer!" I whispered. "What are you doing in here? What if my parents heard you?" 

"It's OK!" She answered slipping into the bed as I slid back. "Your dad is still snoring and your mom just went to the store to get stuff for breakfast." 

Snuggling back against me, I quickly discovered she wasn't wearing any panties, looking back at me over her shoulder with a big smile on her face she said. "Mmm, I was wondering how long it would take you to find that?" and wiggled her butt against my rapidly growing erection. 

"Jennifer, what are you doing?" 

"Taking advantage of every moment I can." she whispered in reply. Reaching back, she began to stroke my shaft though my boxer briefs. 

Grabbing the waistband of my underwear, I slipped out my cock, and with her assistance, lined it up. Jennifer let out a soft moan and practically melted as I entered her. Reaching her hand back to hold my thigh she turned her head enough for me to kiss her lips as I moved in her slowly. She was right, my Dad probably wouldn't care but as a show of respect, I was mindful of the squeaking of the bed. Whenever it got to loud or rhythmic, we would stop, slow down, or change pace. It was an agonizingly slow trip, and like before once I got there, I was stuck, waiting for her to catch up. I think she thought it would be a morning quickie, where she slipped in drove me to cum in her, and then slipped out just as quietly back to her own room. 

"Mmm, come on baby." she whispered to me. "Fill me with your cum!" 

"I can't darling." I confided. "Not until you do!" 'I really wish I had a chance to explain it to her earlier!' I thought as I hovered on the edge. 

"Is this because of the ...?" 

"I think so." I responded, as I struggled to keep my sanity. 

Reaching down, Jennifer began playing with herself, the bed lightly creaking with the motion. I was a little worried about the noise it was making until I felt hr body give a little shudder, and then another. 

Her fingers were a blur as she coaxed me. "Cum for me baby, cum for me." she said pushing hard back into me, driving my cock in just a bit more as it erupted. 

Long strokes were out of the question. Biting my lip to stifle a cry, I pushed into her hard and held it as I unloaded inside her. Cupping a breast, I kissed her face and gave her another small thrust planting more of my seed. 

"I love you Jennifer!" 

"I love you too sweetie." she said, rolling over to give me a better kiss. "I should head back to my room before your mom gets home." 

"OK." I responded. "I'm gonna go jump in the shower." 

"Then on the way home later" she said looking me in the eye. "you're going to tell me everything you've been holding back!" 

"I will." 

Giving me another kiss she peeked out of the room before padding silently down the hall, her hips swaying so deliciously. Shaking my head, I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower. 

The rest of the visit was thankfully pretty quiet, just my parents, Jennifer, and I. Shortly after lunch we said our goodbyes. My mom hugging me with tears streaming down her face. Especially when I told her I didn't know when I would be able to see her again. As she was talking to Jen and giving her a hug, my father pulled me to the side. 

"Don't know what you got yourself into son but if you can, drop a postcard in the mail now and then." my father said. "Hell, you don't even have to sign it. Your mum and I, we'll know its from you." 

"Thanks Dad." I said trying to choke back the lump in my throat. 

"She's a beautiful young woman Daniel." he said watching mom hand Jennifer some sewing patterns she wanted her to have. "Got her head screwed on right. Reminds me a bit of your mom when she was that age." he continued, shaking his head a bit before giving me a very knowing, suggestive, smirk of a smile. 

Letting out a laugh, I joined him as he pulled me in for hug. "I love you son! I want you to know that, OK?" 

"I love you too Dad." I croaked in response. 

"Remember what I said!" He reminded me once I was in the car, eyes flicking toward Jennifer. 

"I will Dad." I promised, taking Jennifer's hand before we drove off. 

We rode in silence for a time before Jennifer broke the silence. We talked about how we met and first impressions. We talked about fond memories we shared. We talked about anything and everything except the things that led to my transformation and my time as Danielle. She was so deliberate with her words, the way she steered the conversation, it was obvious what was on her mind was the one thing she didn't want to talk about. 

"I'm sorry." I apologized, unable to take it anymore. "I should have told you." 

"Yes, you should have." she said. "but ... honestly Daniel. You don't have to explain. I WAS mad at first but ... I understand ... I think." she said in a soothing voice taking my hand. "Is that how it is when you're with a guy? I mean ... You know ... before you changed back" 

"If they were in me, yeah!" I admitted awkwardly. "Not my mouth though." It was really uncomfortable talking about it because the thoughts kinda repulsed me. 

"Can we not talk about this?" I pleaded. 

"Why? This isn't making you uncomfortable is it?" Jennifer asked. 

"Actually, yeah!" I responded. 

Thankfully she respected my wishes as we drove the next 10 minutes in blissful silence. 

"Soooo, what about Chris or Justin. How do you feel about them?" she asked. 

"I don't know. They're OK I guess." I responded. 

"but you don't have any ... Sexual ... Feelings for them." 

"Definitely not!" 

"OK then, but what about when you remember them as Danielle, how do you feel then?" 

I didn't like the line of questioning because it brought back memories of that first night in Chris' living room. All of my memories of my time as Danielle were so emotionally dominant. I could still feel everything she felt as she took of her blouse and lowered herself to her knees to take Chris' cock in her mouth ... my mouth. I could feel the excitement, the pleasure, the satisfaction and it didn't seem like either of us was in control. Everything was an emotional roller coaster that usually ended with me either on my back or my knees, no I meant Danielle, it ended with her on her back or knees. God I was SO confused! 

"Confused, I feel confused." I muttered after a long moment of silence. "and emotional. If I put myself in her place then it feels right, even natural but I also felt like I wasn't entirely control of my actions. I don't know, I can't explain it!" 

"I can." Jennifer answered. "You were thinking with your dick." 

"Oh COME ON!" I retorted. "I didn't even have a dick at the time! " 

"Honestly! In your case, all things considered, I'm not sure that matters." she answered. 

I opened my mouth to argue with her but nothing came out. Opening my mouth again, a smart ass remark on the tip of my tongue but all that came out was a pitiful sound. Closing my mouth I realized, she was probably right. It wasn't even a new thought, I had had it several times but had forgotten. Again my life experience had never prepared me for life as a woman. Never prepared me for the emotional roller coaster, never prepared me for the intensity of female stimulation, nor had it even remotely taught me to suppress desire. When I hit puberty I had been a young man, a walking horny ball of hormones. I remembered striving to get in Misty Perkins pants in the back of my mom's car when she gave me a teasing look, crossed her legs and told me. "I want to ... but not now, not here." 

Maybe there was a lesson to be learned from that memory. One I hadn't considered before. 

"And the whole orgasm thing. You cum every time you have sex?" she asked derailing my train of thought. 

Closing my eyes, I relented the fact she was not going to stop asking questions no matter how uncomfortable it made me. Trying to answer the question as Danielle I responded. 

"Every time. At first I thought it was just luck, or coincidence but later it became evident it was something else. My changing back only confirms it for me." 

"I am so JEALOUS!" she said quietly. 

"What!? Seriously?" I questioned. 

"UM, YEAH!" she declared. "You've never had to fake an orgasm just to make a guy feel good about himself AND you were essentially guaranteed to cum every time you had sex. So Yes! I'm jealous." 




Bound Ch. 07: Bound for a New Year



She glanced over at me and my dumbfounded expression. "Oh don't worry baby. I never faked one for you." she said as she turned back to focus on the road. 

'Uh HUH!' I thought. The rest of the ride home WAS in silence. 

That night and the days that followed were among the most sexually active and erotic days of my life. If we were together and alone, our clothes were soon on the floor, hanging from lamps shades and the ceiling fan. We made love in every room and nearly every position you can imagine. Jennifer was insatiable but I had to try, right up to the last day. 

In those days, as the end of Chinese New Year neared, I started becoming more and more nervous. Gone was the fear that at any moment I was going to change back to Danielle. That had instead been replaced by an apparent deadline, Midnight of the final day of the Lunar New Year. Trust me, for the two of us it loomed ominously and would answer our question. Was I going to stay how I was or was I going to change back to Danielle? 

It was the final minutes, of the final hour, on the final day and we held each other. It was a full body embrace, our arms wrapped around the other, our heads in the crook of each others neck, our bodies pressed tightly, never wanting the moment to end. 

"I love you Jennifer! No matter what happens in the next ... 2 minutes." I said after a glance at the clock. "I want you to know that!" she answered with a brief nod of her head and I squeezed her a bit tighter. I watched as the final seconds neared and I cursed myself for having to buy the atomic synchronized clock. With ten seconds to go I couldn't watch anymore and closed my eyes but I got no reprieve. In the silent room the ticking of the seconds hand might as well have been a hammer hitting a steel plate, it was so loud in my ears. 

There was no need for either of us to look at the clock, we knew when midnight arrived. The angle of our embrace suddenly shifted and I was no longer above her but on the same level. My cock that had been resting on her was suddenly gone, her breasts which had been pressed against my muscular chest were now smooshed together with my own. 

Jennifer's body shuddered slightly before the sobbing began and all I could do was hold her, my cheeks streaked with my own tears. 

Those tears soon turned to a flood as my emotions suddenly became uncontrollable. I cried for my parents and the anguish I had caused my mother. I cried for my father, for not being able to tell him 'what I had gotten myself into.' I cried for Jennifer and I cried for me. Every feeling I had been suppressing for the past 15 days came pouring out of my tear ducts and I struggled to get a handle on it. 

"No ... no,no,no ... no sweetie." I heard Jennifer in the distance consoling me. "Don't cry. It's OK." she said, pulling away from me. 

"Hey girl." she said with a teary smile when we made eye contact. "Don't cry for me sweetie." she said as she dried the tears from my face. "Yes, I'm sad Daniel is gone but I got my wish. I got another chance to see him again, to BE with him again ... and say goodbye on a better note." 

I nodded in response, still struggling to regain control of my surging emotions. 

"Do you think it will be like this every year?" she asked. "I mean ... You know ... Where you turn back?" 

"It would be in line with Chinese culture and the concept of balance." I said nodding. "Chinese new year IS a time of reflection and then of course there is the Ying Yang. All good has some evil and vice versa, men have a little bit of woman in them and vice versa. So ... Probably!?" I answered with a shrug. 

"Good, from now on then, every year, we go somewhere, you know? Just the two of us. No matter what happens in our lives or during the year, Chinese new year will be ours." 

The look on her face succeeded where I had been failing, with a tight lipped smile and a laugh I agreed. 

Inside I remember hoping, desperately, that I was right. Those 15 days had been truly amazing and I don't just mean the copious amounts of sex, it was something else too. In those days we dropped all barriers. There were no secrets between us because we knew each others darkest, she about my transformation, me about her sizable risque bag and her struggle as a child to find her sexual identity. There was such a relief, and ease of tensions that exists in every relationship that was gone. That absence allowed us to connect on an even deeper level. With that deeper connection it was more like our souls were making love and not just our bodies.



Bound Ch. 08: Bound and Confused



The next morning I awoke remembering I had a new job, one I was none too thrilled about, starting soon. Determined to find another, better option, I pulled out the cards I got from the party and started making some calls. Maybe another opportunity would present itself and I could put that brief chapter behind me. Call after call I made, always getting the same answer. 'Sorry, that position has been filled.' It appeared the window had closed and I had lost the opportunity for any of the other jobs. As I ended the last call, I hung my head in despair. 

"Well at least I have something." I said aloud to myself, trying to put a positive spin on the situation. 

Waking up early the day of my new job I quickly made breakfast for Jennifer and I before jumping in the shower. It seemed like a well choreographed dance how we moved around the bathroom, somehow never getting in the others way as we showered, dressed, and put on our makeup. 

After donning my lingerie, bra, thong panties, garter belt and stockings, I pulled on my form fitting black pencil skirt along with a satiny purple blouse. Setting on my bed I slipped my toes into my platform slingbacks while putting my diamond earrings on. 

"Jennifer!" I called as I was putting on those final touches. 

"Yeah Hun!" I heard her respond from the other room. 

"Could you help me put my hair up in a French braid?" I asked 

"Sure but don't you know how?" she inquired. 

"I do but it always looks better when you do it." I replied as she began brushing my hair. "I want to look good on my first day." 

"Sweetheart! You look good on a bad day." she teased as her fingers began working the hairs into position. Just relax. You'll be just fine." she reassured me. 

Ten minute later I left after a brief kiss and a pet on the cheek. On the surface I was cool, calm, and collected, inside my stomach churned with nervousness. 

I quickly discovered my nervousness on the first day was completely unfounded. I should have saved it for my third day because the first two days were solid orientation. That Wednesday when I got to work Mr. Pierce had me go home and pack my bags for a 4 day trip to 'get my feet wet.' 

Well, my feet weren't the ONLY things getting wet. My additional 'responsibilities' became apparent immediately when I walked into the room Mr. Pierce had booked. It's single King sized bed dominating the room. 

Laid out on the bed there was also lingerie, clothes, and platform stiletto high heels in my size. That became a going theme from then on. Well, not necessarily the shoes but always the clothes and lingerie. The new clothes were always tailored and the lingerie was always of a high quality and generally elegant, though sometimes it was quite trashy. Thankfully it was usually only once sometimes twice a month where I had to travel. 

A few months went by and I settled into my new routine at the office and everything it entailed, including keeping Mr. Pierce 'satisfied.' Doing so without my Co-workers suspecting, THAT was the hard part. He even had me start taking pole and erotic dance lessons to help with my 'negotiating skills'. Thankfully those were during the day and I never had to explain them to Jennifer. I would just disappear on 'errands' for Mr. Pierce and come back afterward. 

When I wasn't traveling, I spent a lot of time with Jennifer and a few of the girls from the office with whom I had become friends. I also found myself splitting time between both Chris and Justin. That was the awkward part. I enjoyed spending time with both of them. They were both sweet guys who treated me well, just in completely different ways. Whenever I was with them, whichever one it was, everything felt wonderful. When I would leave though, my heart would sink with guilt and I always questioned what I was doing. I tried to justify it by telling myself that Jennifer was my True Love and they were just fillers but I knew that wasn't right either. Like Jennifer said 'I was thinking with my dick!' I was ashamed of that fact but I knew it to be true. 

Safe to say that between Jennifer, Chris, Justin, Mr. Pierce and my work 'responsibilities' I was feeling a bit stretched thin. The traveling was nice, and I got the opportunity to see many places I never would have any other way, but I felt like I was fucking my way around the world. The way things were going within 6 months I would have gotten laid on every Continent except Antarctica. 

'Hmm! I wonder if I could arrange a trip to McMurdo?' I thought jokingly, as I pulled into my parking space, jet lag affecting my sense on humor, after returning home from another over seas trip. 

It was about midday and the Jet lag was really starting to get to me especially considering I was no longer being stimulated by the drive home. Knowing I needed to make a few calls I pushed my fatigue aside and called Cindy at the office. Next, I gave Jennifer a buzz to let her know I was home and was going to bed. The next call was to Chris. I was surprised when he picked up considering he didn't usually do that when he was at work. 

"Hey!" He answered cheerfully. "You finally home?" 

"I am." I replied with a yawn. 

"You sound tired." 

"Jet lag." I responded, stifling another yawn, the warmth of my welcoming apartment lulling me. 

"Gotcha!" he said sympathetically. "Well I was going to see if you wanted to do something tonight but it sounds like you need sleep more." 

"I do." I responded. "In fact ... I am going to bed as soon as I hang up. I just wanted to let you know I was home safe." 

"What about tomorrow? I could take a half day and we could go do something." Chris suggested. 

"Tomorrows Friday right?" 

"All day!" he answered with a chuckle. 

"That would be nice." I said, wondering what he had in mind while stifling another yawn. 

"I'll call when I get off work." He said, the smile apparent in his voice. "Bye!" 

"See you tomorrow. Bye!" I mumbled before hanging up the phone. 

On the way to my bedroom I turned off the ringer and stripped out of my clothes. The bed Jennifer and I shared was more comfortable but the room also faced south and was hard to make dark, especially in the middle of the day. Walking into my room I pulled the blinds and the curtains and soon it might as well have been midnight. Slipping my naked body into bed (I was too lazy to put anything on) I drifted into the welcome embrace of my dreams. 

I must have been more tired than I thought because I only woke briefly when Jennifer got home, ate and then went back to bed, this time in our bed, and didn't wake up til the next morning to find Jennifer already gone. 

Looking out the window I could see the day was going to be gorgeous! There was a bright blue sky with only a few big puffy clouds and the sun was shining brightly, definitely a good day to play Hooky. Slipping on a flirty summery dress I gave Cindy a call at the office, wondering what Chris had in mind. 

"Hey Danielle!" she answered with her usual cheerfulness. "You coming in today?" 

"After that last trip? No, I think I'm gonna to take a day today." I answered. "Is Pierce there?" 

"NOPE! And its like an extra vacation day for me." she responded. "You have a good weekend OK, and if you and Jen go out, CALL ME!" 

'Cindy is such a sweetheart.' I thought as I hung up the phone. She and I got along almost immediately and after introducing her to Jennifer, we would all hang out together sometimes. 

I was nearly finished cleaning around the apartment when the phone rang just after noon. 

"Hey baby!" I answered the phone seeing on the caller ID it was Chris. 

"Hey sweetheart!" he responded. "Just wanted to let you know I'll be there in a bit to pick you up." 

"So were are we going?" I asked 

"Can't say!" he teased. 

"Well, hopefully I'm properly dressed?" I told him, as I stood lazily twirling my skirt back and forth, watching it rise and fall with the twisting of my hips. 

"Actually, Yeah! About that." Chris said knowing from our time together I would be wearing a dress or skirt. "I can't believe I'm going to say this but ... could you wear pants? Probably jeans would be best." 

"Oh!" I stopped twisting my hips, my twirling skirt falling to my knees in disbelief. "Anything else?" 

"If you have something leather you might want to wear that as well." 

"OK." I said, struck with disbelief, still unable to get over the request for pants. "What about shoes? Anything special?" I asked. 

"No, Yes! Could you wear the shoes from the night we met?" he asked. 

"My saddle shoes?" I asked 

"The high heeled ones, yeah!" he responded. "See you in a bit." 

'He's up to something!' I thought as I retreated to my bedroom. 

I only owned 3 pairs of pants and only two of them were jeans so my decision was pretty easy. Stripping my clothes off til I was wearing nothing but my lacy cobalt blue bra and cheeky tanga panties, I walked to my closet and pulled out my one pair of Levis. Hanging those over my arm, I continued perusing a bit before grabbing my black, semi shear, peasant blouse. Setting those both on the bed I returned to the closet and pulled down the hard leather case of the corset that started everything. 

It seemed like forever since I had last worn it, while it had really only been a month or so. I caressed the box thinking about the corset inside and how it had changed my life. It hadn't just changed my body, it had changed me. It had awakened something within me. Was it cursed? Was it benevolent? Or was it just a tool? All these things went through my head in an instant as I pressed my fingers to the hidden button, releasing the lid. 

My breath caught as I saw it. It seemed so plain, so ordinary, fine craftsmanship sure but nothing outward to indicate what it was capable of doing. 

Picking up my Levis I pulled them up my long legs and after a few practice bends in front of the mirror confirmed there would be no panty peek. Slipping my peasant blouse over my head I wondered again what Chris had planned. He had said repeatedly how much he liked me wearing dresses and skirts, stockings and garter belts, so then why the request for jeans ... and leather? 

I was stalling and I knew it. It's crazy really, it had already turned me into a woman! Was I afraid it would somehow turn me back? Never mind the fact I had worn it numerous times since my transformation without incident. Heck even Jennifer had worn it on at least one occasion. 

That got me to thinking, WAS I scared it would turn me back? Was I SCARED to become Daniel again? If I was given the choice to BE Daniel again like I had during Chinese New Year, except permanently, would I take it? No I realized, as I slipped the halter strap of the corset over my head. 'This is who I am now!' and I meant it. I liked Danielle, I enjoyed being Danielle. Sure I was confused oftentimes but I wouldn't want anything to change. Nevertheless, my hands trembled a bit as I pushed my reservations aside and secured the busk. Reaching behind I drew in the laces, tighter and tighter as I worked my way to the center. I could have laughed at my trepidation to secure the laces when I had it tightened to where I wanted. 'No Danielle!' I thought as I began securing the laces. 'Any change will occur when you take it off!' 

With the laces tied, I rested by hands on my whittled down waist and looked at myself in the mirror. I liked the way the corset framed and accented my breasts, especially when I pulled the sleeves of the peasant blouse down for the off the shoulder look. Of course that left my bra straps on display but since the blue of the cups were slightly visible through the thin material I wasn't worried. Combing my hair back, I was actually able to put it up in a couple of small pig tails. 

Sitting down at the breakfast bar, I occupied my time painting my nails, a bright, almost neon pink, until Chris rang the bell. I buzzed him up and waited. 

"Hey sweetie!" he said giving me a kiss when I opened the door. "I have something for you." he said and handed me a box, wrapped in paper with ribbons and a bow. 

"What's this?" I asked with a smile. 

"Open it and find out." 

Setting it on the table, I tore the paper off to reveal a plain brown box, so no clues there, before opening the box itself. The unmistakable scent of leather permeated the area. Reaching in the box I removed the tissue paper to reveal a gorgeous black leather jacket. Pulling it out I saw it had fringe on the sleeves and a built in wide leather belt at the waist. Judging by the looks of it, I knew it would fit perfectly. My mouth was open and I must have been taking too long because Chris interrupted the silence. 

"Why don't you go ahead and try it on?" he urged. 

I was mostly on autopilot as I followed his suggestion, slipping my arms into the sleeves before settling it on my shoulders. Like I thought, it was a PERFECT fit. Zipping it up and buckling the belt at the waist, it accentuated my curves even more, thanks to the corset. 

"I checked the size of your other jacket when you weren't looking." he explained. 

"Chris! I can't accept this!" I whispered. "it's too much!" 

"It's a gift sweetheart." he said. "And you're probably going to want it in a little bit. Besides, you look incredible! Now, you ready to go?" 

Yes, I was ready to go but I seriously felt guilty about the jacket because I knew it couldn't have been cheap. I could also tell he wouldn't take it back no matter what I said, and if I pushed it any more I might offend him. 

"Thank you Chris." I said caving in. "It's beautiful but you really shouldn't have." 

He didn't say anything, he just held out his hand for mine. Lacing my fingers with his, we walked to the lobby. 

Walking out of the building, I scanned for his truck. 

"So where's your truck?" I asked more than a bit confused when I didn't see it anywhere. 

"I didn't come in my truck today." he said, laughing. "I came on that!" he said indicating a gorgeous, all black Harley Davidson. Unlike most Harley's there was no chrome anywhere. The entire thing, including the motor, was blacked out. 

"Oh!" I said, finally understanding why he said to wear pants, and the leather, AND the jacket! "Very NICE! No chrome?" 

"I prefer to spend my time riding rather than polishing." He explained. "You ready?" 

Hopping on behind him I sat down on the bike as he pulled it up and started it. I had heard Harley's before and had even lusted over them in my 'previous life.' What I didn't know was how good it would feel in my nethers when he revved the engine. My button was practically on the seat and that vibration transferred directly to my soul as he pulled out of the parking space. 

At first it was just a random ride toward the outskirts of town. It wasn't possible to carry a conversation but he would ask with his hands or a nod of his head which way to go. I would answer by pointing a direction and off we would go. The scenery was beautiful and I felt so free as I focused on leaning into the corners and and just enjoyed the view, especially when we crested hills. And then the randomness ended, he stopped asking for suggestions and just drove. It was soon apparent Chris was taking me somewhere. 

About15 minutes later he pulled onto a short 2 rut path and turned the bike off, setting the kickstand on a flat rock that was not there by coincidence. 

"Come on." he said, holding out his hand as he dismounted. "There's something I want to show you." 

"Chris! I'm wearing heels." I protested. 

"It's OK, we're not going far and the ground is hard enough." he countered, holding out his arm. "especially with the wider heels. That's part of the reason why I had you wear those." 

Chris grabbed a blanket from the saddle bags and led me a short way off. Spreading out the blanket we sat down in the grass not to far from the bike and watched while the Sun went down. 

"I love coming here, its so quiet and peaceful." Chris said watching the sunset. 

"It's so pretty." I said, reaching for his hand. "How did you find it?" 

"Thanks. I found it after Va..." he started saying before he caught himself. "I was going through a rough patch and being home usually made it worse." he explained. "And you know, NOTHING spells freedom like a motorcycle so I, on an impulse, went out and bought the bike." he continued, his eyes lighting up a bit as he continued. "The first time I took it out I just rode, you know. No map, no destination, just a full tank of gas and a head full of thoughts. I figured I would just ride until one or both of them were empty, then I found this place." he said pointing around. "It was getting close to sunset and it just seemed to be calling me, so I stopped, sat down and watched the sun set. It was the first time in a long time I was finally able to clear my head." He finished with a smile. "At least for a little while." 

"Thank you so much for showing me this." I thanked him, understanding what he had gone through and what this place must mean to him. "It's a special place!" I said turning back to see the bottom of the sun kiss the horizon. 

"It is a special place." he said turning to look at the setting sun. "and now it's mine." 

"It's yours?" I asked but he just continued like he hadn't heard me. 

"Danielle, I have never met a woman like you before. You are such a beautiful, wonderful, and amazing woman." he said turning to me. The look in his eyes suddenly made me feel butterflies in my tummy. "This was where I would come whenever I needed to think, or relax or just get away for a bit. And I came here A LOT! Until I met you." The butterflies were positively churning right now as his eyes seemed to pierce me all the way to my soul! "Danielle." he said, rolling to the side and coming up to one knee, pulling a small box from his jacket. "I love you, and I can't imagine my life without you." He paused I suspect for dramatic effect as it sunk in what was happening. "Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?" 

It was such perfect timing, the setting sun casting the most amazing colors across the landscape, refracting off the Princess cut diamond in its classic gold band. My hands were on my face, slick with tears that I didn't remember shedding.  

"YES!!" I said in an instant, caught up in the moment. "Yes!" I said again holding out my shaking hand. 

His breath was shaking nearly as bad as my mine as he slid that ring up my finger, a sense on finality came over me when it settled in its place. Holding my hand with the other, I inspected the ring and how it fit. It was a bit loose, maybe half a size, and would need to be taken in but other than that it was perfect. Looking up to his eyes I know he saw my approval and excitement even before I threw myself on him. 

Down on to the blanket we tumbled as I kissed his face and mouth. A tangle of arms and legs we wrestled for a bit but I didn't want to be dominant right then and soon found myself flat on my back with Chris between my legs and my arms pinned above my head his face hovering right in front of mine. A smile split his face with the playfulness of my nature as nipped his nose lightly with my teeth before giving it a kiss to 'make it all better'. 

"I love you too Chris!" I said with my words as well as my eyes as I looked deep into his. 

His breath shuddered a bit as he heard the words, and I also felt a stirring between my legs that wasn't coming from me. 

'Damn pants!' I thought to myself as I felt his erection poking me through a layer of cotton, 2 layers of denim, and a layer of lace. 

He wasn't holding my down with all his weight anymore so I started sitting up, silently indicating for him to lie back. Straddling his muscular thighs I pinned his arms above his head while softly kissing his lips, my tongue darting in and out playfully. I watched the amused expression on his face and in his eyes as I teased him. 




Bound Ch. 08: Bound and Confused



"You are a wonderful, sweet, amazing man Christopher Anderson." I said looking into his eyes. "and I would love to be your wife!" 

He held me in a loving embrace for what seemed like forever and it awoke a need inside me. Giving him another kiss, I slid down his body to gain access to his belt. Coyly I avoided his gaze as I slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. My eyes darted briefly to catch his as I unzipped his pants. Grabbing the sides of his pants I looked up to catch him looking down at me, a look of surprise on his face. 

Smiling, I stroked his rod with my left hand, the engagement ring sparkling in the light of the setting sun. Using my thumb to gently stroke the sensitive spot just under the head, I continued like that, I wanted him to see me serving him, wanted him to see the ring as a part of the pleasure but most of all, I wanted him to see me swallow his cum. Starting at his balls, I licked up the length of his shaft before planting a kiss at the tip. 

His eyes sparkled with the attention I was paying his loins, and to be honest my loins were on fire with desire but right now it was more important to me to please him. 

'I love this cock!' I thought as I stroked it. I loved the size of it, the shape of it. I loved the way he used it on me. I was as excited now as I had been the first night I sucked his cock. Nevermind the fact I walked back to my car hiding my face in shame and avoided him for weeks after that, I could not deny how I felt at the time, and still did in my memories. 

I trembled a bit with excitement and anticipation as I slid it into my mouth. I licked, sucked and kissed all over his cock but I never removed my left hand from his rod. The diamond adorned symbol of our betrothal, rode on my hand as I stroked him, always visible to his eye. I could tell he was enjoying what I was doing because he slid a hand down to clutch my free hand. His hands and hips became the barometer of his level of satisfaction. When I did something he particularly enjoyed he would squeeze my hand, occasionally he would lift his hips driving his cock a bit further into my mouth. When his back arched, practically driving his cock into my throat, and his hand tightly squeezed mine I knew he was close. Bringing my lips up to encase just the head I made a tight seal around the back of that sexy helmet. I stroked him rapidly, the diamond becoming a blur, as I milked out his cum. With a guttural cry he shouted and my mouth was filled with his love. Swallowing his precious gift, I moaned my own satisfaction, no I hadn't cum myself (STUPID PANTS!) but I WAS happy to have given him pleasure. 

I kept stroking his cock and tried to keep him hard, I licked and swallowed every drop that came out. He collapsed back onto the blanket and his cock slowly deflated in my hand. It was kinda funny though, even though his spent cock lay flaccid in my hand, it still responded, throbbing, in my hand for a few minutes afterward. 

"I love this place!" I said laying down after I tucked his cock away. Snuggling up next to his body I pulled the unused portion of the blanket across us to keep us warm. With the sun down the temperature was dropping fast. 

"I'm glad." He murmured as he kissed the side of my head. "because as of 10 O'clock yesterday morning, it's mine." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, propping myself up on one elbow to get a look at his face. 

"Well, the last time I was up here I saw a 'For Sale' sign on it." he said. "I was coming up here to think about how to ask you to marry me and ... it just seemed like a sign. So I bought it!" 

Looking around the saw the property in a completely different light. 'This is for US!' I thought imagining a house here. A beautiful deck over looking the trees and the valley. 

The temperature was getting pretty cool so we decided to head home. I had Chris drop me off at the apartment Jennifer and I shared so I could tell her the good news. I was more than a bit surprised to see she wasn't home. Walking in to the kitchen I did find a note on the refrigerator letting me know she was at her moms and would be back late the next night. I tried calling Chris back but with the vibration and noise of the bike there was no way he heard it ring. 

Changing into something more comfortable (ie something that didn't encase my legs) I grabbed a bottle of wine and settled in on the couch to watch a movie. I think I spent as much time looking at the ring as I did watching the movie, Johnny Mnemonic, because all I remember about it was it had Keanu Reaves in it. 

The movie was nearly over and I had a pretty good buzz going when my phone rang. I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID before I answered. I just assumed it was Chris finally returning my call. 

"Hey Sweetie!" I said, answering the phone. 

"Hey gorgeous!" Justin responded. 

The surprise of hearing Justin's voice and not Chris's sobered me up a bit. 

"Mmm." I moaned a little as I repositioned myself on the couch. "Whatcha doin?" I asked, the alcohol slurring my speech. 

"Not much." he responded. "Calling to see if you would like to do something tomorrow night? You don't have plans do you?" 

"I don't actually!" I told him. According to her note, Jennifer would still be by her mom and Chris was having some of his buddies over for a 'guys night.' I was kinda bummed I wasn't invited but apparently none of the 'significant others' were. "What do you have in mind?" 

"Dinner, here, at my place." he responded. "I would tell you to dress up but you always dress up." 

"Ohhhhh!" You're so sweet." I answered, my addled brain not fully comprehending. "What time?" 

"Is 7 OK?" he responded. 

"Seven is fine! I'll see you there." I answered. "BYE!" 

Getting ready the next night I ran my hands over the corset he had bought me for the Christmas party, paired with a pleated miniskirt and Jennifer's black knee boots, I looked like a naughty cheerleader. I examined myself one last time in the mirror to make sure everything was in place when light glinted off the diamond in Chris's ring as I straightened my hair. A wash of emotions flooded through me and I, not wanting to deal with any of the questions that might arise with its presence, reluctantly removed it, placing it back in its box. 

Turning off the light, I grabbed my jacket, slung my purse over my arm and headed to my car. 

Justin greeted me at the door and I was a bit surprised to see he was wearing a suit. Like a Gentleman he took my jacket and hung it in the closet when I entered before fully inviting me in. Glancing around I was pleased he was keeping the place clean and that my 5 days of cleaning were not being wasted. 

Looking around I began to notice other subtle details. The lighting was dimmed. The table was set for two and there were two candles lit on it. Justin's expensive stereo was playing instrumental music softly, and I was pretty sure there was some incense burning somewhere. 

"Please, have a seat." He said holding out a chair I presumed was for me. 

My heels clicked on the hardwood floor as I walked to the table. Stepping in front of the chair, I smoothed my skirt as I sat down, the corset forcing me to maintain good posture as Justin slid the chair in behind me. 

Walking around to his chair he popped the button on his suit coat and sat down. Looking down, I was a bit confused because there was no food, or even plates, on the table. All confusion disappeared a moment later when a young man and a middle aged woman, dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, came out of the kitchen. She was pushing a small rolling tray out with a couple of platters and the young man was carrying a bottle of wine and a towel slung over his arm. 

The meal was simple but very well done. The 'waitstaff' coming to take care of any needs as we ate. Being served like that, in Justin's apartment gave the night a much more personal feel than being out in an expensive restaurant and I was more than a bit overwhelmed. 

We continued talking after the meal as our plates were whisked away and our glasses refilled. 

Still sitting there at the table, I crossed my legs and began telling Justin about the latest business trip from which I had just returned. Like always he was SO intent on what I was saying, paying attention to every word I said. I was so engrossed in telling my story I wouldn't have noticed Justin dismissing the woman and young man if he hadn't gotten up to take the bottle to refill my glass himself. 

"The kitchen is in order Sir." the woman said. "Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?" 

"Thank you Marie but no." he responded. 

With a nod of her head they both left, the door clicking shut quietly behind them. 

With their absence, the feeling in the room appeared to change. Though nothing else had changed, it seemed the lighting was softer, the music more romantic, and wine and his touch more sweet. 

Caught in the moment I nearly melted when his wine stained lips touched mine, sending a shock through my body. It REALLY didn't help I was still horny from the night before. 

"Danielle, you are truly one of a kind!" he said pulling me to my feet, our bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. "You are the most amazing combination of everything good of this generation combined with everything great from the last generation." 

I was silent as we continued dancing. Letting him guide my motions, I rested my head on his shoulder while he continued singing my accolades. As the song ended. we broke and I looked up to meet his eyes but instead found them on my level and descending. 

My heart was POUNDING in my chest as he pulled a small box from his jacket. 

"Danielle!" he said taking a knee. "Will you marry Me?" he asked, opening the box to reveal a large diamond ring in a silvery colored band that knowing Justin, was most likely Platinum. 

Overwhelmed by everything, from the planning and the moment, to the amazing food, the lighting, the music, the pounding of my heart in my chest, my faintness of breath, and Justin there on one knee, ring in hand, my mouth was talking before my mind comprehended what it was uttering. 

"YES!" I answered breathlessly, looking down at him, willing him to his feet. 

With a smile he slid the perfectly sized ring onto my finger as he stood. The second ring in 24 hours to have occupied that position. My mind was in rebellion and my heart ached but my body seemed to act of its own accord. I threw myself onto him, my tongue slipping into his mouth just long enough to coax his out. 

Sliding his hands up my legs and into my skirt, Justin began pulling my panties down. Stepping out of them, I sat down on the hassock and began working on freeing his manhood. Like a Jack in the box, it burst from his pants, slapping me on the side of the face, leaving a trail of precum before I got it in my mouth. I gave it several good sucks before I laid back. I was horny and a quick suck wasn't going to appease the goddess of love tonight. All thoughts of Chris gone from my mind, I spread my legs wide and I could feel my pussy opening up for him. Stepping between my legs he slid in slowly. Squeezing and releasing my pussy on his cock I tried to recreate what Jennifer had done for me during Chinese New Year. It had an effect but I quickly realized I would need more practice. A lot more! 

Looking back I feel ashamed. Ashamed of how I allowed myself to get into this situation. As much as I would like to forget it happened entirely, that would be a disservice to the truth. We all make poor choices, decisions which help shape us, make us into who we become. Looking back I recognize this as one of those pivotal, life changing moments. That knowledge should diminish my shame, it should ... 

Kegels aside, I was suddenly thankful for all the yoga I had been doing the last few months as he propped one leg up on his shoulder as he continued thrusting into me. With my one knee practically on my shoulder, I hooked the other leg around his middle, encouraging him to give me more. He grabbed that leg and held it while he began long stroking me. He would pull out nearly to the point where he was all the way out and then plunge back in, all in one stroke. I was so relaxed and just let him fuck me reveling in the sensation of the corset squeezing me from the outside while his cock filled me from the inside. Playing with my breasts through the thick material, I could feel the beginnings of what I knew would be an amazing orgasm as he picked up the pace. 

His thrusting began taking on a more desperate note and he was simultaneously more forceful and erratic with with motions. Slipping my fingers into the gussets I was squeezing my nipples and watching the look on his face when on one long stroke his slid out a bit too far. He was in such a rhythmic motion though, even as his cock slipped out of my drenched pussy and dropped down a bit, he shoved back into me. 

"Ungh!" I exclaimed. Flinging my arms out to my side. Grabbing the edges of the hassock, his cock, lubricated with the juices from my pussy, slid about 3/4's of the way into my ass. I guess I was more relaxed than I thought. My breath caught with a gasp and Justin's eyes widened in surprise. 

"Oh God. I am SO SORRY Danielle." he apologized. 

Suddenly thankful for Jennifer and her minor collection of butt plugs (she hadn't been kidding about the size of her risque bag) I worked on steadying my breathing. Justin may very well have been sorry but I couldn't help notice he still hadn't removed his cock from my ass. In fact he was, ever so slightly, working it further in. 

"It's ... OK." I said tightly. 

"Really!?" 

"You just ... surprised me ... that's ... all." I panted, squeezing then releasing my sphincter. Doing my best to relax, I tried to acclimate to it's unintentional invasion. "You're ... curious ... aren't you?" 

He didn't say a word but I recognized the look on his face. 

"I'll take that as a ... yes." I said, finally feeling myself loosen back up. Grazing a finger over my clit my eyes rolled up a bit. "Just ... go slow." 

Slow at first and then with increasing intensity Justin fucked my ass while I worked my pussy that was literally dripping. My juices were running down the crack of my ass, providing more lubrication as he thrust into me repeatedly. My body shook from the force as his hips met my ass. The loud sexy slapping noise of our bodies filling the air. 

My finger worked feverishly on my clit while he pumped his cock in and out. It felt so strange, my ass being penetrated like that while the only stimulation my pussy received was my fingers dancing across my clit, all while the corset forced my body in. Justin began whimpering a bit and then with a loud groan unloaded in me. 'I guess the magic only works on my pussy!' I thought as I urged my body to cum but try as might I had plateaued. 

After a moment in the bathroom to compose myself, I redressed and exited to find Justin waiting for me in the living room 

"Won't you spend the night?" Justin asked, heart heavy in his eyes. 

"I can't." I said, trying to suppress the guilt and confusion already setting in. "Jennifer and I are supposed to have a 'night in.'" I explained, trying to find a reason, any reason, to leave. 

"Tell her I said Hi!" he said leaning in to give a kiss. "I'll call you tomorrow." 

"Good night." I said, returning his kiss. 

I walked to my car slowly, my 'walk of shame' from the first night I wore the corset coming to mind. The light glinting off the diamond only enhanced my feelings of guilt, like I had committed some heinous crime. I guess in my heart, I knew I had. The ring on my finger was a weight on my heart all the way home. 

'How the HELL! did I get myself into this mess?' I thought as I made the journey back to the apartment Jennifer and I shared. 'What should I do?' I questioned myself with more than a bit of desperation. 

"Well you can't keep both of them!" I yelled aloud to myself at a stoplight. I am certain I looked crazy to the people in the car next to me. 

When I got home, I found the apartment still empty. No surprise there really, Jennifer had said she wouldn't be home until late in the evening. Not even bothering to turn on the lights I changed my clothes and hid in my room to think, one small nightlight providing the only illumination. Over an hour later I heard Jennifer's key in the door. 

"Hello! Danielle!?" she called from the hall 

I couldn't respond because hearing her brought all the emotions I had so successfully suppressed, back to the surface and I struggled not to lose it. 

"Danielle! Are you here?" she called again, closer this time. 

"Danielle?" The door slid open on silent hinges, the sliver of light turning into a knife that cut through the darkness of the room. The door opened further and framed Jennifer's form, the contrast in the lighting obscuring the look on her face. Tucking my hands into my armpits, I sat there huddled in a little ball. 

"Danielle!?" Jennifer asked, clearly concerned. "What are you doing in here with the lights off?" she said as she turned on the light. 

Even if she hadn't seen my tear blotched face she had to know something was wrong because I was huddled in the corner, between the dresser and the wall, wearing leggings and an over sized sweatshirt. 

"Oh my God baby! Are you OK!!?" she asked darting to me. Taking me in her arms I let go control of my emotions. 

"I didn't meed for this to ha ... ha ... Habben." I sobbed into her shoulder. "Ib's jud one thig leb do ... anudder, and dow ..." I trailed off. 

"Here." she said handing a Kleenex from the box next to me. "Blow your nose." 

I filled two Kleenexes before my sinuses were clear enough for me to talk properly. 

"Better now?" she asked, and I nodded my affirmation. "Now what happened?" 

Instead of saying anything I sat back against the wall and held my left hand in front my chest. The light refracted off the large 1 carat round cut diamond in its platinum band. 

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Justin?" 

I nodded. 

"Is that it?" she asked incredulously. 

I shook my head 'No' as I brought my right hand up to display the ½ carat princess cut engagement ring in its plain gold band. 

Her eyes were near to popping out of her head as she sat there on her knees, her hands covering her mouth. 

"BOTH OF THEM!?" she asked, and again I nodded. "Well what did you say?" 

"I was so surprised I told them both Yes!" I answered, new tears starting to form. 

"Oh Sweetheart!" she said dropping her hands to her lap, sounding maybe a bit disappointed. 

"What should I do Jennifer?" I pleaded, just wanting her to make the decision for me. 

"Well you can choose one of them, or neither of them but you can't have both." She said, reaching out to wipe my tears away. 

"But what should I do?" I asked again, desperate for her to just give me the answer. 

She just smiled at me and seemed to read my mind. "I can't make that decision for you Danielle." she said holding my hands in hers. "Only you can, but I can give you the same advice my Dad gave me when I was old enough to start dating. 'Look for the one that makes you laugh when you're sad. The one that listens when you talk. And the one that will be there for you when all the lights go out, to protect you from the monsters.' I always thought it was a bit silly until I met you, the old you." she said, sounding like a mother giving advice to a daughter. "You need to make a decision sweetheart but it doesn't have to be tonight." 

While she was saying all that, everything I had gone through with Chris and Justin flashed through my mind like snapshots. It came in a flood, first one, then the other. Likewise my feelings in each memory surged through me and I knew, I KNEW!! 




Bound Ch. 08: Bound and Confused



"Thanks Jen!" I said darting up to my feet and pushed her, protesting, from my room and closed the door. Inspecting my face in the mirror I dried my eyes. Determining the damage was not bad enough I needed to strip it all off and start over, I instead stripped off all my clothes. 

Rummaging through my dresser I grabbed the bright red, leather and lace, six strap garter belt with its matching bra and panties and tossed them on the bed. A pair of micro fishnet stockings soon joined them as I darted to the closet. I slid through dress after dress trying to find the one that 'spoke' to me. I finally found it in a black wrap dress. It was nearly knee length with a V-neck and ¾ length sleeves but with open shoulders. It was actually called a 'cold shoulder wrap dress' and it wasn't just a clever name. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 

"Do you need a hand in there?" Jennifer called out from the hall. 

"No Jen." I responded. "I'm fine." as I settled the garter belt on my hips. 

Really, Seriously, for the FIRST TIME since being permanently transformed, I knew what I wanted, and it gave me such a feeling of empowerment. 

Pulling the stockings up my legs I verified the back-seams weren't crooked and attached the buttons. Inspecting myself in the mirror I took in what I saw. My high firm breasts, my flat tummy, my hips defined and pussy showcased by the cut of the garter belt. Wrapping the bra around my chest I leaned forward to settle my large breasts in the leather cups before working the clasp behind my back. 

If I would have had more time I would have painted my toenails to match the red of my lingerie and chosen some open toe shoes but I didn't have that kind of time. At least in my head I didn't. Instead I grabbed my simple black patent pumps and slid my feet into those as I was drawing the dress around my body. Wrapping myself up in the fabric I tied the fasteners before sitting down and touching up my makeup. 

Knock, Knock! 

"Are you sure you don't need a hand?" Jennifer asked again. 

"Positive!" I said, examining myself in the mirror as I fastened the Ying Yang necklace to dangle just inside my cleavage. 'Something isn't quite right.' I thought as I looked at myself, turning this way and that. 'My Hair!' I thought. Pulling my hair, that was finally long enough, up into a little ponytail I felt comfortable everything looked good. 

Hooking my purse on my elbow, I flung open the door and was almost knocked over by a falling Jennifer before she caught herself on the door frame. I laughed at the huge smile she put on her face that was, I think, supposed to say 'OH, No. I wasn't just listening at your door!" 

When she realized the position she was in and heard my laughter she began laughing as well. It was good to laugh with her again. 

"YOU! Jennifer, are the woman I love." I said, standing her up and giving her a hug. "I always have and I always will." 

"I love you too!" she said tearing up a bit. "Where are you going?" 

"To get the MAN I love!" I answered. Grabbing my long coat, I headed toward the door. 

"Wait!" she pleaded. "Which one?" she asked as I walked out. 

"I'll tell you later." I yelled, as I started running down the hall, letting the door close behind me. 

You know, it's so funny looking back after all this time. There was absolutely, positively, no urgency, no reason I couldn't have waited for morning, or heck ... even a few days. The feeling I had in my chest though, made me want to take care of everything ... tonight. Finally, for the first time since my transformation, I knew exactly what I wanted and I didn't want to wait anymore.



Bound Ch. 09: Bound for Success



KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I rapped on the door. 

Hearing the hand on the other side of the door, fumbling with the lock, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was coming. 

"Justin!" I said a little more breathlessly than I meant as the door opened. 

"Danielle! You changed your mind!" he greeted me with surprise. "Come in, Please!" 

"I can't." I answered. 

"Oh, OK!" he said, obviously confused. 

"No, I mean ... I can't." I repeated, this time handing him back the ring. 

"OH!" he replied numbly. "There's someone else isn't there?" 

"Justin, there has ALWAYS been someone else. I just never realized it." I explained. "You're a great guy, young, good looking, successful, any woman would be lucky to have you. I would be lucky to have you." I struggled to let him down easily "You're an amazing catch and I'm sure some people will say I'm crazy to walk away from you." 

"Then why are you?" he asked, struggling to understand. 

"Because if I married you, I know every time I told you 'I love you!' I would be lying." I explained further, setting the ring in the palm of his hand. "I'm not going to patronize you by saying all the typical things people say during a breakup. I would just like to say good luck, and leave you with this." Stepping up, I kissed him on the cheek. 

Closing my eyes so I couldn't see the hurt look on his face, I turned on my heel and left, hoping he didn't see my own tears. He REALLY WAS a great guy. He just wasn't the guy for me. 

Driving over to Chris's house was the hardest. It should have been easy but I knew I would be interrupting a 'guy's night' event. Parking my car in front of his house I approached the door and rang the bell. Standing there for several minutes, I rang the bell a second time and there was still no answer. Every light in the house seemed to be on, so I knew he must be home. Hearing voices and laughter, I started walking around the house. As I rounded the corner, I saw them sitting in a circle around the fire pit, several coolers positioned strategically between them, the light of the fire casting long shadows across the grass. Seeing them I began to second guess the wisdom of my actions. I was about to turn and leave when one of Chris's friends, his name was Chad I found out later, saw me and pointed. 

'Too late now.' I thought as everyone stopped talking to turn and look my direction. 

"Danielle!" I heard Chris before I saw him. "What are you doing here?" 

"I ... I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt but" I said as I started walking across the grass toward him, being careful to walk on the balls of my feet to keep my heels from sinking into the soft grass. "can we talk?" I asked. 

"Yeah, sure." he answered. 

"Privately." I said to much jeering from his friends. 

Turning, I walked ahead of him, being careful to hide my hand as we got closer to the lit house. As we neared the house and pergola I struggled, trying to find the right words to say. 

"Chris," I said as I turned around, still hiding the absence of the ring with my right hand. "you're an amazing man." I started saying once we had stopped. 

"You're breaking up with me." he said with a neutral tone to his voice and a blank expression on his face. 

'OK, so I totally screwed THAT up!' I thought to myself in a panic. 

"NO! Oh God NO!" I said desperately, trying to salvage the situation. "It's just that ..." I took a deep breath to calm myself before continuing. "when you gave me this yesterday ... I was so overwhelmed ... and I ... I answered without thinking." I said handing him the small box that contained the engagement ring. 

The voices of his friends rose a bit. One of his friends shouted something about being "pussy whipped" while another suggested I make them some sammiches and another asked if I was there to serve the beer. 

"I've had time to think about it" I said ignoring them "... and ..." my entire being trembled with what I was about to say. "would you ask me again?" I blurted out. "Please." I said in a slower, almost hushed tone, practically begging. 

It took a moment for what I said to process but when it did, he took the box I had set in his hand. His eyes were on the contents as he opened it. Raising his eyes to mine, his face softened and he turned the box toward me. 

To the sound of increased shouts from his friends, Chris took a knee in front of me and with a exclamation of "HOLY SHIT!" from one of his friends, the jeers suddenly faded into silence. 

"Danielle Reid." he began. "You are, without a doubt, the woman of my dreams, and I would be honored if you would be my wife." 

I was tearing up as I stood there, under the pergola, with him kneeling in front of me. 

"Danielle, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?" 

"YES!!" I answered emphatically and once again Chris slid that ring onto my finger. 

Standing up, he kissed me, and my body trembled with the attention. Closing my eyes and kissing him tenderly I heard his friends "whooping," hollering, and otherwise shouting their support. 

As our kissing continued Chris pulled me off my feet. He slowly twirled me as I kissed him again. In the distance I heard one of his friends, Chad again, shout. "NOW is she gonna make us something to eat?" 

"I'll get rid of them." Chris said giving me another kiss. 

"Don't you dare! Go! Have fun!" I encouraged him. "I've got some hostess duties to attend to ... just ... don't drink too much more." I said with a wink. 

Setting me down, I started backing toward the house while he retreated back to the fire and his friends. We kept looking at each other until he was about half way, when he turned around to meet his congratulatory friends. Taking one more look at him, their back slapping and hand shaking, I slipped into the house, feeling warm inside. 

Thankfully I knew my way around a kitchen, even if it wasn't mine, Yet! Rummaging around the refrigerator I pulled out some hot dogs. I couldn't find any buns so they were going to have to eat them, as is, off the BBQ skewers I found in the junk drawer. Pouring some pretzels and some Doritos in a couple of bowls, I put everything on a platter and made my way to the fire to deliver my goodies. 

His friends were all very excited and apologetic for their behavior, insisting they were just kidding when some suggested I bring them food. Nevertheless, they welcomed the platter. Planting a heel popping kiss on Chris, I had his friends whooping and wolf calling again as I retreated to the house. Maybe I put a little emphasis on the sway of my hips as I walked away ... maybe. 

Looking around the house I found a few things to tidy up to keep me busy. That was definitely one thing that had changed about me from my 'previous' life, I now had an eye for finding things that needed to be cleaned. 

It was a couple of hours later before the party started breaking up. Chris and his friends filed into the house with the few dishes I brought out to them and set them next to the sink where I was working. Once again they all apologized for their crude behavior. 

"Oh trust me boy's, I have heard far worse then that before." 'Hell I've USED worse myself.' I thought. "It was even kind of cute ... in an adolescent sort of way." I assured them with a smile. "Now you boys have a good night. I have something else I need to take care of." I said suggestively, looking at Chris who cleared his throat and blushed a bit. 

They all got the hint and quickly excused themselves leaving Chris and I alone in the kitchen. Picking up my wine glass, I turned around and leaned on the counter, crossing my legs. Swirling the wine in my glass, I looked him up and down wondering where to start. 

"I am SO sorry about them. They're REALLY not usually like that." Chris apologized for them YET AGAIN! 

"Sweetheart!" I tried to interject unsuccessfully. 

"Please Danielle, let me finish." he said and after a moment of silence continued. "When I saw you tonight ... I ... didn't know what to think. Then the way you started talking ... I thought maybe you had changed your mind and my heart sunk." 

My heart sank as he told me what he was feeling but I didn't say a word or even move. I just let him continue. 

"and then you ...!" he couldn't continue but had the hugest smile on his face. "Danielle, I love you! I love you more than words can express." 

"Then show me!" I pleaded. 

He moved so fast he startled me, crossing the distance between us in two steps, and then his arms were around me. My eyes fluttered shut with the passion of his kiss, my other sense making up for their absence. His breathing was harsh and erratic, his face a bit scruffy, and above all he smelled strongly of smoke from the fire. For a brief moment, I felt like I was being taken by a caveman. Like, any moment now, he was going to smack me over the head and drag me off to his cave by my hair, but lets face it, there was no need for him to club me over the head. Or drag me for that matter. 

"Make love to me Chris." I whispered as the passion of his kiss faded. 

Without saying a word, Chris picked me up. He just scooped me up off my feet. Cradled there in his arms, still holding my wineglass, I crossed my legs in a dramatic, sexy fashion. Taking a drink of my wine, I gave him a look in the eyes that asked 'what's taking you so long?' 

As he carried me off to his bedroom I thought to myself. 'Maybe the Caveman analogy wasn't so far off after all!' 

Sitting me down on his bed, he gave me another passionate kiss. It was an awkward kiss, and even with my eyes closed I could tell he was working on taking off his clothes. By the time we broke off the kiss, his shirt was undone, hanging from his shoulders, and his pants were on their way down his legs. 

Wanting to change the pace, and the tone, I pushed away from him to catch his gaze. I knew I had him when he stopped moving and just gazed back. I gave him a small kiss on the lips, eyes still open to hold his attention. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders slowly and ignoring his pants for now as I gently pushed him back to sit on the bed. 

His eyes were on me as I took several steps back and started dancing to music that only we could hear. It was a slow dance that put to use all the strip tease and pole dancing classes Jonathan insisted I take. I held nothing back as I pranced seductively around the room, occasionally grinding my ass on his pelvis. 

I was wearing only a wrap dress that would come off too easily and would then be gone. Needing to stretch out the seduction, I lifted my leg up to rest my foot between his legs. Hooking my fingers on the hem I drew the skirt of my dress up slowly to expose the top of my stockings. I smiled noticing his gaze was locked to my retreating hemline and a smile appeared when my garter strap came into view. 

I loved the effect I was having on him. 'Maybe those classes weren't a complete waste of time!' I thought as his shaky hands slid up my legs. 

While his focus was on my leg, I had finished untying my dress. Reveling in his touch, I trembled as it grazed the bare skin of my thigh, I only let it last a moment longer before I took my foot down, twirling away, my dress flying open to reveal my leather apparel. 

When I twirled to a stop, I looked for his reaction. The surprise expressed in his eyes was exactly what I expected. Clutching my dressed closed, I feigned embarrassment like a 50's pin-up girl who just had the wind blow her skirt up in front of the milkman. His laughter warmed my heart and signaled me to move on to the next stage. 

Standing straight in front of him I let my dress fall open. I moved slowly, exposing more skin starting with my legs as I stepped closer to him. Then my shoulders as I drew the dress off. Letting the dress catch in the crook of my elbows, I wore it like a shawl as another step drew me closer. Two steps away I let it drop in a small pile on the floor, his eyes locked on me. With my platform heels and him sitting on the bed, I towered over him. Reaching down to brace myself, my pursed lips drew his to mine, and with a slight **crack** of static electricity our lips touched. 

Kneeling on the small piece of bed between his legs, I used my position to guide him further back onto the bed. Even with my demure size, when I had him where I wanted him, I used my weight and kisses to push him down. 

Straddling his hips, though separated by both denim and leather, I could feel his bulge. Sitting upright, I made a slight gyration of my hips and felt a twitch from his pants in response. 

"I love you too Chris." I whispered, his hands running up and down my thighs. Reaching up and behind me, I pulled my hair up, piling it on top of my head with my hands. Giving him a naughty, sexy look I giggled as his hands that had been on my legs slowly made their way to my hips, then past and on toward my breasts. Letting my hair fall, I reached back to unclasp my bra just in time for his hands to reach them. 

Up and under the cups, Chris slid his hands, and an excited tingle shot through my body when he found my sensitive nipples. Letting my bra fall off I collapsed onto him. My kisses were frantic, almost desperate as he rolled me over. Braced on his arms, he towered over me, my legs spread so willingly for him. 

His tongue flicked into my mouth, nipped my chin, nuzzled my neck, before making his way to my breasts with their hardened nipples. I nearly came right then as he teased first one then the other and then he was gone. Opening eyes I hadn't realized I'd closed, I found him standing at the foot of the bed, struggling to get his pants off. Smiling in anticipation, I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my panties, bringing my knees together and up to my chest, I drew them off. 

Seeing Chris still struggling with his pants, I planted my heels on the mattress with my knees up. Licking my fingers, I spread my legs and began playing with pussy. 

"So you're gonna start without me?" he asked as he finally freed himself, one pant leg inside out. 

"Mmm, you were taking too long." I teased. 

"That's what I get for hurrying I guess!" he quipped, getting on the bed and crawling between my legs. 

I was so hot, wet and horny! I wanted him inside me so bad I was practically quivering with anticipation. His hard cock hung like a club and I was able to stifle a laugh only because he picked that moment to kiss the bare skin of my thigh just above my stockings. 

Propping my leg on his shoulder he straightened it out, kissing it down to my foot where he slowly removed my shoe. Repeating the procedure for the other leg he turned his attention to my stockings. 

"Tonight I want it to be just US." he explained seeing the slight disappointment on my face. "with nothing else. Just us." 

Even then he made a show of it, drawing my stockings down slowly, planting kisses in the wake of the welt. I had to show him how the garter belt came off and I lifted my butt to let it slide out from beneath me. Laying there, completely naked, I felt so exposed and maybe even a little shy. I realized then that Chris had never really seen my naked body before. I was always wearing some thread of lingerie. 

Caressing my body, I watched him as he looked at me, his own hands reaching out to touch my soft skin. Crawling toward me, raining kisses on the inside of my thighs, he planted another, deep mouth, kiss on my pussy before coming to a stop over me. I was so small beneath him, so powerless against his strength as he towered over me. Neither of us wearing a stitch made him seem even larger, and maybe even a bit more threatening, the club of his cock bumping against my mound, yet I have never felt safer. 

The foreplay was nice but it was taking too long, I needed action. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pulled him to me. 

"Ungh!" I grunted, when a moment later his cock found its way to my pussy. "UHH!" I exclaimed as he drove it home, my breath coming in pants. 

Pulling back, he grunted as he threw it in me again, easier than the first time as it became slick with my juices. It felt SO good being filled with him like that. It is a feeling I have never gotten over, and to this day nearly always crave, almost as much as I crave cum in my pussy. 

I mewed my approval as he thrust in again, making my breasts jiggle with the force. I really enjoyed him fucking me like that but I wanted to give him a treat. Struggling with him for dominance, I was finally successful in rolling him over. 

Sitting astride his waist, his rock hard cock buried in me, I began moving slowly. First lifting myself up before sitting back down, each time was a longer stroke. Once I learned the extents of motion I was allowed that kept him within me, I began throwing other motions in, starting with a simple undulation of the waist which rapidly morphed into a rolling of the hips. I lost track of him as I experimented. I was so used to being the one 'taken' that I'd never really focused on my own pleasure. 

Sitting up and pinching my nipples, I rocked his world as I neared orgasm. My body was overloading with pleasure and it was difficult to stay in rhythm the closer I got. As my orgasm tore through me, I collapsed onto him, unable to move anymore. His hands on my hips dug in and he gave me the fucking I couldn't. His hips came up rapidly, and repeatedly, making the sexiest, wet, slapping noise as he came inside me. 

"OH GOD!!" I cried out, as the onslaught continued 

"Uh!" he responded giving me another hard thrust. 

"Mmmmm!" I said with a very satisfied moan while he pumped a little more cum into my pussy. 

"You are absolutely incredible!" he said after I rolled off him, arms flat out to either side. 

"Mmmmm, you're not so bad yourself Tiger." I smiled, snuggling up next to him as exhaustion washed over us. 

I may have attacked him a couple more times that night and ... Perhaps once again in the shower before excusing myself with a passionate kiss at the door. 

"I love you Danielle!" he said between kisses. 

"I love you too Chris!" I said with confidence, taking note he wasn't shy about saying it anymore. I couldn't help but notice the similarity between his and my own relationship with Jennifer. "Very much! I'll call you later, OK." 

"OK." 

I waved and blew him a kiss as I began the drive home. 

Still smiling ear to ear, I strutted my well fucked body into the apartment to find Jennifer huddled up on the couch with some black leggings and an over sized sweatshirt. While it was not uncommon for her to do that, the empty ice cream pail on the floor wasn't a good sign. 

"Hey Danielle." she said, taking a bite of a saltine. 

"Hey sweetie." I said, noticing she had an entire sleeve of saltines on her lap. "Are you OK?" I asked noticing her complexion seemed off as well. "Do I need to take you to the Doctor?" 

"I went to the Dr. the other day." she answered, taking another bite. 

"You did?" I asked, more than a bit confused. "What did he say? Are you sick?" I had no idea she had gone to the Dr. Maybe her mom had gone with her but why hadn't she let ME know? 

"I'm not sick." she answered. 

"Well ... that's good." I commented. 

"I'm pregnant!" she said, her voice quivering nearly as much as the hands on her tummy trembled. The look on her face said it all. Hope, fear, love, desire, panic, it was all there fleeting across her cheeks and eyes. 

"Pregnant?" I questioned, setting my purse of the table and taking a seat. "How far along are you?" 

"Almost 15 weeks." she answered. 

"Fifteen weeks! But that would mean ..." I trailed off stunned, doing the math in my head. 

"That it's Daniel's!" she exclaimed. "Oh God Danielle, I'm so sorry!?" she said tearing up, at least until another wave of nausea hit her. 




Bound Ch. 09: Bound for Success



I was stunned to say the least. I was going to be a Father! Or an Auntie at least! 

Darting to the couch, I took her in my arms and comforted her, while she began sobbing into my shoulder. 

"It's OK sweetie." I said comforting her. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"I was afraid of what you might think, and then you're gone so much." she explained. "It was so hard but I had to tell my mom the other day." She said, her voice constricted. "How am I going to explain to the baby, when they grow up, why their father isn't around? How am I going to explain to Greg that I'm pregnant with a baby that can't possibly be his?" 

"And you're positive it can't be Greg's?" I asked, hoping the baby was unquestionably mine. 

"Positive." she nodded. "Every time Greg and I've had sex we've used protection." 

"But ... I thought you were on the pill?" I asked, more than a little surprised. 

"I stopped taking them after you changed." she admitted. "I've never like taking them anyway and after your transformation, I didn't see the point anymore." 

"So when I changed back ... and we ... (made love, and then again in the morning), my thoughts finished in my head. And then all the times at my (parents house!) ... And you said ('you weren't going to miss an opportunity')." my mind reeled as I began to put 2 and 2 together. "Jennifer! ... Were you ... TRYING to get pregnant?" 

"Please! Please don't be mad." she pleaded, looking at me with puffy, teary eyes. "I was desperate! I couldn't stand the thought of being without you, the former you, and thought, even a small piece would be enough." she said, her voice tightening as tears began streaming down her face. "That was before we even suspected it would be an annual thing. As far as I knew it was a complete fluke and might only last hours." She continued, hugging herself. "I couldn't miss the opportunity so ... YES ... I was trying." 

"Oh Baby!" I said again, hugging her. "I'm gonna be a Daddie!" 

I heard her crying turn to a laugh at that last comment. 

"Then you're not mad at me for what I did?" she asked. 

"No Jennifer. I am a little annoyed you felt you couldn't tell me but I'll get over it." I said with a smile on my face that was positively beaming. "When is your next appointment?" 

"Not for a couple of weeks." 

"I wanna go with you." 

"Really?" she asked in disbelief. "What if you have to work?" 

"I am not going to miss this! Whether you consider me the father or the Aunt, I WILL be there and Pierce can stick it if he don't like it." I said talking tough but honestly, I was getting more than annoyed with him and his expectations and wouldn't mind getting fired. 

"So you picked Chris?" she said, her gazed dropping down to my engagement ring. 

"I did." I replied. "I broke it off with Justin last night." 

"I was hoping you would pick Chris. I've always liked him better." she confided taking another bite of her cracker. 

Thankfully I didn't have to travel again for a while so I was able to spend more time with her as well as make it to her next Dr appointment. 

Trying to distract ourselves and enjoy our time together, we started watching the Harry Potter movies to pass the nights when we weren't making love. Being pregnant made Jennifer hornier than I had ever seen her, when she wasn't battling waves of nausea anyway. I would usually sit on the end of the couch and Jennifer would lean on me. Sometimes she would lay with her head on my lap, her hands unconsciously rubbing her belly. We were in the second to last movie when I had an epiphany.  

"Magic picks up where Physics leaves off ..." 

"What?" Jennifer asked, looking up at me, confused. 

"Something I just realized!" 

"You just learned something while watching Harry Potter?" she asked incredulously. 

"I think I did." I answered. "This is going to be weird but all things considered" I said pointing at myself. "We've seen weirder." 

"You can say that again." 

"Oh STOP!" I teased. 

"Sorry, just calling it like I see it." 

"ANYWAYS, I remember my Grandma telling me one time when I was a kid how Science and Magic cannot exist together. That as Science comes into the world, Magic is forced out." 

"OK" Jennifer said, not quite seeing where I was taking this. 

"What if she was wrong? What if Magic is not misunderstood and/or misinterpreted science, what if Magic picks up where Science ... or Physics, leaves off?" I continued as she sat up and moved to the other side of the couch so she could lean on something and still look at me. 

Turning to face her I started talking faster, my hands doing as much of the talking as my mouth. "OK, listen. The corset is magical ... we know, or at least STRONGLY suspect that ... and it turned me into ... this ... Danielle... At first it was only while I had it ON, UNTIL Jim." 

"Yeah." 

"When he ..." I paused, not able to say the word rape. "When he took my virginity it solidified the transformation, made it seemingly permanent. Then at Chinese New Year for some reason, I changed back, temporarily. Of course according to their Calender, that time is traditionally a time for reflection so maybe that had something to do with it. The drugs he gave me SHOULD have blanked my memory but for SOME ODD reason didn't." I continued thinking aloud. "At first I thought it was just how the corset worked but what if it was an incompatibility between the magic and the medicine instead." 

"Soooo ... you're saying that Science and Magic work against each other." she said, a note of confusion in her voice. 

"Something like that ... but they also work WITH each other." I could tell by the look on her face she was getting even more confused. Thinking of a way to simplify this quickly, I said emphatically. "They both have RULES! Hermione!" I said gesticulating toward the TV. "couldn't just magic up something out of nothing. She had to have something to multiply and/or transform! Mr. Weasley was able to magically modify the car so it could fly and be invisible." 

"Soooo ... we need to figure out what the rules are!" Jennifer said excitedly, as the light went on in her head. 

"Exactly!" 

"Well this should be a piece of cake, all we have to do is find a guy to turn into a woman and take notes." Jennifer said 

"OK, maybe it wont be that easy." I responded. 

Jennifer joked that we should give Mike a call but I stopped her before she got too far along that train of thought, more so because I thought Mr Pierce would be a better 'Candidate'. In the end though, we decided not to reveal the corset and its powers to anyone else, we just wrote down the things we already knew from personal observation. 

Rule #1 The corset is magical and when donned, will change a man into a woman once the laces are secured. This transformation will progress slowly at first but with more speed with each use. 

Rule #2 The transformation is temporary, the subject will return to normal form once the corset has been removed. Reversion begins once the busk has been unhooked and like in rule one will be slow at first and gain speed through more use. 

Rule #3 The corsets magical properties have no effect on subjects who are already female. For a woman the corset is just a fine leather garment. 

Rule #4 In the event of sex with penetration the transformation will become permanent. (special note: unknown if breaking of the hymen by non sexual methods will have he same effect) 

Rule #5 transformed subjects will return to their male form for 15 days each year in conjunction with Chinese New Year. 

Rule #6 males copulating with a transformed subject are unable to ejaculate until the subject has achieved orgasm. 

Rule #7 during the reversion period, rule #6 applies to the initial subject when having sex with a woman. 

Putting the pen down we just looked at each other for a moment, it was surprising to both of us the number of rules we had encountered and not even realized it. Putting the notepad away for now, I gave Jennifer a big hug before we went to bed. We laid there in bed for some time before we turned off the light. I gave Jennifer the details on how I broke it off with Justin as well as what had transpired at Chris's house and how I had him propose again. 

She was delighted with everything but most of all, she was happy for my engagement. 

I wish I could say my engagement to Chris and breaking up with Justin ended any 'extracurricular' activities. I wish I could say my body was saved entirely for him. I also wish I could say Mr. Pierce realized his expectations were over the top. I wish a lot of things but if wishes were wings pigs would fly. 

While my engagement wasn't the De facto 'line in the sand' I wished it would be, it WAS a turning point for me. I worked harder than ever to close deals in ways which didn't involve me going to my knees. It should have been easy, or at least you would THINK it should have been easy, if anything it was more difficult, probably because I wasn't just 'giving in' to my own urges. I wasn't 100% successful but it did work a fair amount of the time. Seduction, I realized, takes many forms and those pole and erotic dance classes paid off in many ways. A gentle graze, a soft touch, even the simple act of crossing and uncrossing my legs to, accidentally, reveal a garter strap was enough to put most of them off balance. Before they even realized what they were doing, I would have them signing the contract. 

Applying my new 'enhanced' method of negotiation, I actually got so good at closing deals, that oftentimes Pierce would spend his time in the Hotel lobby or bar and just let me handle the 'negotiations'. This bothered me at first, until the time he brought some ditsy 19 year old waitress back to the room and fucked her all night long. I still don't know how he was able to pick up these young women but I realized quickly, him picking them up lessened the chances of me having to satisfy his sometimes, outlandish requests. Trust me, spending the night on the couch listening to him giving it to some clueless young waitress or bartender was FAR better. Of course there was that one time he insisted I join in but she was smoking hot. Also, it was just the once, though that probably had more to do with the fact she enjoyed what I was doing to her more than him. 

Time drifted by as it always does, punctuated by trips to the Dr for Jennifer and more sales calls for me. As Jennifer's belly swelled, so did my bank account. 

We decided to find out the sex when that became an option around 20 weeks. Words cannot express the joy on Jennifer's face when the ultrasound tech let us know it was a boy. 

"I'm going to name him Daniel!" she said quietly. Looking at me with tears running down her face. "After his father. I think he would like that, don't you?" she asked me, biting her lip. 

"I think he would." I replied, choking back the lump in my throat. That woman never ceased to amaze me. 

I decided to give up my room to turn it into the nursery. All things considered, I rarely used it anyway. Paint, crib, dresser, changing station, book shelves etc etc etc soon adorned the room that had been an office, then my bedroom. 

Trying to coordinate all that and plan a wedding was crazy, especially since I was out of town so often. Thankfully I had Jennifer and Cindy to help. 

If I thought the months since I found out Jennifer was pregnant were fast, it was nothing compared to the last 4 months before the wedding. Those were an absolute blur and it seemed to pick up speed as time went on, soon the final weeks were upon us. 

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." I muttered to myself. 

"You talking to yourself again?" I heard Jennifer's voice say from behind me. 

"Just thinking aloud." I said turning around to receive her hug and kiss. "You know, this is what I am going to miss the most about marrying Chris and moving out." 

"You sure its not going to be Daniel Jr waking you up in the middle of the night?" she asked with a smile on her face. 

Running my hands up and down her yoga toned body, there is much to be said about being in good shape before and during a pregnancy (she regained her figure within a month) I replied "Actually, I don't mind that too much. I love the way he snuggles in when I pick him up." 

"Yeah, he is a precious little snuggler isn't he?" she asked rhetorically. "So what were you thinking aloud about? Maybe I can help." 

"Something old, something new, blah, blah, blah! I know its traditional, and important and all ... but I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO!" 

"What about the corset? That's definitely old and it would be symbolic, at least to the two of us anyway." she suggested. 

"I actually thought about it but it doesn't work with my dress." I said turning around to plop on the bed. "Is it too late to cancel the Church and elope?" 

"The invitations have been sent, the hall reserved, cake, flowers, dresses ... yeah Hun! It's too late." 

"Dammit! Why do I have to be so traditional?" I said, more to myself than Jennifer. 

"Because that's just how you are sweetie." she responded. "I tell you what, you just worry about something old and something new, I'll take care borrowed and blue. OK?" 

"Okay." 

Sure enough a few days later Jennifer had something for me. 

"Here." she said handing me a long thin box, Daniel Jr. Perched on her hip. 

"What's this?" I asked, taking from her. 

"Open it." 

Holding the box in my hand I slipped the lid off to reveal the sapphire earring and necklace set she had gotten from Justin. 

"Well that's definitely blue!" I said. Looking at it I imagined myself wearing it but was unsure if I should because where it came from. 

"Actually, that's borrowed." she said handing me another box. "This is blue!" 

I set down the jewelry and opened the other box. Inside were the most amazing blue sandals. They had a stiletto high heel and a small platform just the way I like them. They also had a neat jewel embellishment on the straps on the arch of the shoe that caught and reflected the light. My breath caught as I looked at them and I could only imagine how much they cost. 

"Jennifer! NO!" I protested. "I can't accept these, they're too much! You can't afford this, not with Daniel!" 

"I know, that's why I used your card." she defended herself. 

"What!?" I said in a mock offended tone. 

"Oh Come on, it's a special day!" she countered. "AND you have more money than you know what to do with!" 

Looking at the shoes I had to admit, I loved them! Plus I had been having a hard time finding white shoes. Can you believe that? White shoes, that's all I wanted but do you think I could find them ... anywhere? 

"They're perfect!" I admitted to her. 

"Good." she said with a smile. "but if you think THOSE are perfect you should see the AWESOME diaper bag you bought me. 

"Diaper bag?" I asked. 

Slipping my toes into the shoes I looked down at them as I pressed my feet in. With a pop my heel locked the shoes to my foot and I began evaluating them from every angle. 'I love the way they look.' I though as I stepped into the other shoe to take a few practice steps in them. 

'I wonder if it's too late to have my dress altered?' I thought to myself 'Maybe bring the hemline up in the front to show off the shoes a little bit.' as I turned this way and that. 

"I'm sorry, I needed a new one and I swear! I will pay you back when I have the money." Jennifer insisted bringing my thoughts back to the diaper bag. 

"You will do no such thing Jennifer. Daniel is as much my responsibility as he is yours." I countered. "I didn't realize you were that low on funds or I would have given you some. Why didn't you tell me?" 

"You've had enough on you mind lately. Between trying to close that latest deal and getting final preparations for the wedding going, I didn't want to burden you with my problems too." 

"Oh Jennifer!" I said giving her a hug. "Your burdens are my burdens, ESPECIALLY this little one." I said putting my hands out to hold Daniel. "Come here little buddy, let Auntie Danielle hold you." 

Striding into the office the Monday before my wedding, I was excited and it showed in my demeanor, a slightly larger smile on my face, a little extra bounce in my step. 

"Good morning Cindy! " I trilled as I walked past her desk and into Mr Pierce's office. 

"So, you all packed and ready to go for next week." Mr Pierce greeted me as I sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. 

I was actually amazed. It wasn't like him to be concerned about me and my Honeymoon like this. 

"Definitely!" I responded, sitting down and crossing my legs excitedly. "Chris is SO excited! He's never seen the ocean before." 

"Chris? Ocean?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "What are you talking about?" 

"My Honeymoon." I answered slowly, my amazement fading. "I'm getting married this weekend, remember? I'm on vacation all next week for my Honeymoon." 

"Vacation ... Honeymoon!" he exclaimed sitting back in his chair. "No! ... No! No! No! We have the BIGGEST, MOST important contract of the year to negotiate NEXT WEEK! We get his one and I finally get that corner office." He told me in no uncertain terms. "No! I'm sorry Danielle but I need you here. You're just gonna have to cancel." he said pulling his phone out to, seemingly, answer a text. "You can take your Honeymoon some other time." he finished, not even paying attention to me. 

At first I thought he was kidding, then looking at his face, I realized he was being totally serious. Covering my mouth with my hand, I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. Choking back the tears and trying to remember how to breath, I excused myself. Cindy, seeing my distress followed me to the bathroom and gave me a shoulder to cry on. 

When I told Chris, he was rightfully upset. We had had this trip planned for months and now at the last minute I was having to cancel but I didn't see any other option. Thankfully I had thought ahead and bought the travelers insurance so we weren't out ALL the money. 

The rest of the week, I struggled to stay focused. All I wanted to think about was the wedding in Saturday, about Chris, and the honeymoon we SHOULD be going on. Every time I saw Pierce either made me angry or sick to my stomach. 

Wednesday night before the wedding, I was reading over the vows Chris and I would be sharing when I made a decision. 'This isn't going to work anymore!' I thought, thinking about Mr. Pierce. 

The next morning my stomach churned as I entered his office. 

"Mr. Pierce." I said tentatively. "There's something I need to talk to you about." 

"Ms. Reid! Sure! Come on in." he said, waving me into his office. Why don't you close the door and come have a seat." he said patting his desk with a look on his face that was all too familiar. 

"In a way that's kinda what I want to talk to you about." I said after the door was fully closed. "As you know, I'm getting married this weekend and I ..." 

"You're marital status has NO bearing on your job." he said, cutting me off. Even in his large leather chair across the room it seemed like he was looming over me. "OR your assigned responsibilities. Now if you find yourself unwilling or incapable of performing those duties then I'm afraid I will have no choice but to let you go." 

"I see." I said, leaning on my chair. "I guess I have no choice then." 

"I knew you would see reason." he said, with the condescending, smarmy, tone he took whenever he thought he won an argument 

Walking around the chair, I hopped up on his desk in front him and crossed my legs as I often did at the beginning of our trysts. Just as his hands touched my legs, I drew an envelope from my business purse and handed it to him. 




Bound Ch. 09: Bound for Success



"What's this?" he asked taking the envelope from me. 

"My letter of resignation." I announced. Turning, I hopped back off his desk. "Effective, immediately. Have a nice day." and I turned to walk out. 

"I want your office cleaned out and you gone before lunch." he said to my back, not even bothering to open the letter. 

"No Mr. Pierce!" I said opening the door. Casting a quick glance at Cindy, I looked back at him. "I don't work for you anymore." I reminded him with a sense of empowerment. "I'll be back next week to get my personal effects." with that I walked out the door and past Cindy's desk. "I'll call you later Cindy." I whispered not wanting to get her in trouble "Bye!" 

"Bye Danielle." she called after me, a shocked look on her face. 

I had such a relaxed, carefree feeling when I left the office that day. The butterflies were gone, my soul was light, and I had a huge smile on my face. I had done it! I'd stood up for myself, stood my ground. 'FINALLY!' I thought 'I am my own woman! Not some 'kept' woman with little value outside the bedroom, or in Mr. Pierce's case office/boardroom.' Jonathan Pierce was an ass and I didn't need to deal with him anymore. Confident I would be able to find a new job quickly, my only regret was I had already canceled the trip. 

Practically exploding with joy it was killing me because there was no one I could share it with. Heck, I had never even told Jennifer about Pierce and she was my number one confidant! 

"Jennifer!" I said aloud, my last thought dampened the mood somewhat. She was my BEST FRIEND and I had been keeping secrets from her. FAR too many! Determined to make it right I stopped off at the store to get some things for supper. 

"Well you're home early!" Jennifer said when she saw me in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. Setting her purse and the car seat on the table she worked on freeing Daniel. "OH My God! that smells good. What are you making?" 

"A big pot of 'I'm sorry soup'" I responded giving it a taste. 

"'I'm sorry soup?' What's in it?" 

"Well traditionally I believe it's made with crow and served cold." I responded. 

"WHAT!?" Jennifer exclaimed in panic. 

"but I couldn't find crow at the market" I continued without pausing for the interruption "so I'm using beef instead. Basically it's just a vegetable beef barley soup, which we'll serve hot." I added. "and after, if we're up to it, we'll have some 'just dessert' but basically that's just a blueberry cream pie." 

"What's this all about." she said, suppressing a smile at my wry humor and re-positioning Daniel on her hip. 

"I've been a horrible friend." I admitted. This was the most important part, admitting my wrong doing, the most egregious breach of trust and I needed to repair it before I could move on. Setting the soup drenched spoon on the spoon rest, I turned to her, making eye contact. "I've lied to you and I've been keeping secrets from you and I'm sorry." 

She didn't say anything, she just sat down at the table and let me continue. 

"It seemed so innocent at first, I didn't tell you because I thought you wouldn't understand. Now I realize I didn't tell you because I knew you WOULD understand, and you wouldn't have liked it." 

Again she remained silent, her only response was a raising of her eyebrows. 

"I've been sleeping with Mr. Pierce" I confessed. "and many of our clients as well." 

"That's kinda what I thought." she admitted quietly. 

"Really!?" I asked in surprise. "How did you know?" 

"Sorry sweetie, I'm sure you're very good at you're job ... but personal assistants don't make the kind of money you've been bringing home, unless they're going the 'extra mile'." she finished with 'air quotes.' 

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked incredulously. 

"Well I didn't know right away and when I did begin to suspect ... Well, you seemed happy!" she admitted. "and ... I figured you WOULD tell me about it eventually." 

"Oh!" I responded not knowing how else to respond. 

"So what's changed? Why are you telling me now?" Jennifer asked. 

"Honestly, it's been bothering me for quite a while now, but especially since Chris proposed. I think it was looking over the vows that really did it though." I explained. "My Dad used to always tell me 'a man is only as good as his word.' In less than a 48 hours, I am going to be taking a vow of fidelity. That MEANS something to me, and continuing like that at work ... I couldn't do it anymore." I finished, shaking my head, hoping she understood. 

"You know what?" she asked with a blank expression on her face. 

"What?" 

"I'm proud of you!" she said with a smile on her face. "So what are you going to do for work now?" 

"Well Monday I have to go get my stuff but then I am going to take the week off and enjoy my Honeymoon at home." I answered. "Next week I'll start looking for something." 

"You know ... we are looking for another secretary at my job." Jennifer slipped in between spoonfuls of soup. 

"Thanks Hun, but with the experience I have now ... I'm looking more at sales than secretary or personal assistant." I responded. "Plus, I've made some inroads in the industry now, I don't think finding a new job will be a problem. One where 'going the extra mile' involves only a few late nights and no 'over nights!'" 

It was a good supper that night, almost as good as the conversation, even Daniel tried a little bit of the soup. The important thing though, was I came clean. I told her everything I had been holding back, as well as my thoughts for the future. Jennifer listened so well, without judging me or my mistakes. She just sat there, eating her soup and listening to me, chiming in now and then with suggestions or humorous retort. 

After we put Daniel to bed we cuddled up on the couch with a glass of wine and talked and laughed till our sides hurt. 

As we retired to bed, I apologized profusely for not telling her sooner. With a teary kiss, I vowed to never keep secrets from her again.