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A Visit to the North Ch. 01

By: MadQuill



Preamble 

The beauty and range of Life, strikes me as unsettled. There are reasons that changes occur to each of us. Things are just imperfect and some choose to revise the conditions. We say we are what we are, but life requires adaptation.

Some people "might by force of will, cause their face to approach those of they're ideal. Some imagine that this is an ability they share with most other people"

from Talking Heads "Seen and Not Seen" 1980

*****

My wife Barbara and I were meeting a couple from Washington so we elected to drive north to Montreal and since the weather wasn't an issue we used the Vermont mountain route. Our friends meanwhile flew into town a bit earlier in the afternoon. We'd planned to have cocktails and dinner in Old Montreal when I received a special invite from a restaurateur to dine at the Q Bar. After checking out the details on-line we'd settled on this venue. I took little note that the receptionist seemed to know we were coming; I'd simply stated my name and everything fell into place. Maybe the Hotel had a special relationship with the Q Bar.

Arriving at the St. James just after 3pm Barb was intent on some loving prior to our meeting for cocktails so we quickly showered and focused on our needs. She knows exactly how she wants her pussy to be licked and though I've had a ton of joy between her legs she loves moving my head around her mound and down toward her perineum. Barbara had never been multi-orgasmic but we slowed a bit and then I'd started again and she was coming a second time. Wow, is all I could say as I watched her rolling about. At the time I wished I could do that. Little did I know what changes were in store.

Friday evening was milder than normal so we didn't need the typical outwear of boots and long coats demanded by the harsh climate of the north in late December. In fact we were pleasantly surprised how easy the taxi hail had been as well. All of the girls look beautiful and since I was the lone male I sat next to the driver and tended to the doors and fees. Our friends from DC were so excited to be in a Gay friendly metropolis, only a little bit cooler than Washington. They had been at our wedding but with separate male dates. Both had tended to date really built guys so we were surprised when they announced their engagement 30 months later. Since the weather was not threatening I watched all three climb in and out of the cars with their heels and legs flashing.

Though Barb had put on a bit of weight she was still beautifully shaped. She wasn't as buxom as Ms. Hendricks of Madmen, but about the same height. Julie and Liz were typical lipstick lesbians, lots of beauty and skin. These girls were surprisingly similar in height and size, but Liz had shoulder length dark hair and Julie was a shorthaired blonde. I was surprised to witness the exposed soft flesh above Julie's stocking top as her skirt slid aside while entering the cab. My wife seldom donned such sexy leg wear and lingerie. Surprisingly just six weeks later I'd better understand the skill level involved in strutting in plus 100mm heels! 

The girls were tight in the rear seat of the Nissan cab so I of course aided their exit, and again a leg show. The Restaurant wasn't too busy at 7 pm and we had a perfect table which allows us privacy yet wasn't too far from the bar. The Waite staff was just precious to look at as they did their various tasks. I was enjoying the heels and legs as well as the cleavage all around. Together with my dinner companions the staff was driving me to sufficient distraction that the girls caught on and started lampooning guys behavior and mine most of all.

Dinner was served and prepared beautifully and five smaller courses with paired wines (a gift from the Host we were told). Julie reminded Barb and Liz that this was as close to a hen party as possible, especially with the beautiful staff running by and by. Conversation changed and I stopped my wandering eyes, for a few seconds. By 10 pm I was paying the tab and the girls were re-assembling themselves for the walk back toward Old Montreal and a special wine bar they'd found earlier in the afternoon. The fair weather together with the past feast prompted the decision to move the four blocks via foot.

We entered the Chinatown area with quite a few other pedestrians around but as we turned south we were almost alone on a narrow block. About midway down the block I was surprised to receive a call from a past client, or so I thought. I hung back from the women talking while they walked noisily ahead when it occurred. In a second I was grabbed from behind, gagged and my head covered, next my phone was pulled from my hand and the assailants grabbed my feet and tore off my shoes. I quickly realized that there were several people attacking me but just then I lost consciousness.

1a Abducted

There is an unusual group in the northern city that came into being to fulfill a need. Individuals who sought more control in their relationships, those looking for a special, a unique woman, found their way to the group. The team used a system of control so dense their secrecy was assured. The lead was born overseas with little to differentiate her from any other thirty-year old French woman, except a strong interest in the beauty, the scent, and the passivity of women. She had settled in Montreal nearly twenty years ago, due to the metropolis, as well as the marketplace. The group referred to her as Mastress.

Somehow my web surfing habits had caught the notice of the Sisterhood. For years I had been using the Internet to fill my interest and fantasies of alternative lifestyles. I had found many sites focused on special girls and gender changes. When I was young the neighboring girls were my friends and were always telling me I was a beautiful boy. I'd started dressing as a teenager. In my teens I would still be confused for a much younger boy, and on the phone for a younger girl. Back then I'd carefully concealed my dressing yet similar to others with this special need I was discovered by an unexpected return, in my case my mother, who asked the appropriate question: "Do you care to be a girl?" 

Interest in the activity waned as I reached my twenties but there was always a lingering yearning. I treated it as a curious period and didn't allow the small thoughts to grow. This doesn't imply that I did not find it arousing, the opposite is more correct. Seeing someone transformed, a random street sighting or even on television, made it difficult to ignore my latent interest. I just withheld the possibility to prevent being considered weird or perverse. After finishing college, but before meeting my future wife, I'd done some earnest gender explorations but I'd always minimized the public exposure. Dressing alone and hidden from any chance encounter assured my secret. I loved seeing my countenance transformed by hair and good makeup, clothing and shoes. The need to fit medium sized women's clothes kept me aware of my weight which hovered near 70 kg. I had collected many outfits and lingerie, as was the norm for someone of my nature.

Early on I'd found release in reading erotic text that hinted at the behavior of male to female transfemmes. Though not as main stream as the Shakespeare's examples nor Huck Finn's these stories varied in the intensity of the sexuality of the 'girls' and also focused on the dominate other that lead the young man's journey into the femme'. These two elements have never left my imagination and now today guide me along Mastress' path. The Internet had given me a bit of anonymity but this was a false belief. A reasonably talented hacker could have compromised the browsers I've used over the years. The firewalls can be broken through and the release of my information. The search engines of today both open and close these portals in the private life we believe we have.

The purge of my collected outfits, shoes and jewelry happened just after meeting and falling in love with my wife. Setting my gender play aside seemed final at that point. We enjoyed spending time with one another, traveling, entertaining, and playing together in bed. Though there was magic between my wife and I, and sexuality is an important part of our life, I didn't share my dressing interest. This decision shall have a consequence but not prior to the time of the forthcoming tale.

The nature of my gender definition is the plot of this story but let me be clear that when I'd been dressing in femme' mode those years before we married I was very passable. I'd restricted my outer life simply due to the lack of a support network. If this life had occurred a bit later I can't imagine what my life might have been. Back then when I'd dressed I saw myself as a woman, not in drag. My body care showed me that smooth and near perfect skin, long hose covered legs, together with great makeup and a smile, could allow even my neighbors to mistake me for a visiting friend. I stopped dressing when I fell for Barbara because I wanted only to be passable, not a mistake in a LBD. I found the time and effort to assemble the quality of emulation I sought just wasn't available once I was focused on her needs.

Hence I decided to live this part of my life in an imagined state brought via viewing, reading and doing my selfish acts quietly. Married life was good to us both and we had loads of fun and traveled widely, even to Europe on several occasions. Our sadness was we were not to have an easy time making babies. My wife and I suffered the death of two children prior to birth. We both carried the scars but found we needed more of each other rather than less. We tended to spend a great deal of time together and found couples with similar dynamics to share time with. 

Unknown to me the Sisterhood's malware kernels lay dormant awaiting my on-line visit to two or more adult alternative sites. All of the data coming to my various e-mails was available to their server's algorithm links. They found a way into my account history and payments, though to avoid the banking centers and the high-grade security, they stayed clear of the financial accounts. Their system was set to catalog distinct patterns and mine must have been fairly easy. I tended to re-visit the same viewing platforms and reading sites at least two times a week. The data may have been collected over several years for some of their targets, but mine could have been acquired in as little as a month. Throw in some data from purchases, social media information and pictures and they could easily have guess most of what defined me as a male of 37 years living on the East Coast. I now know that some individuals were even easier since they'd purchased feminine garments and appliances.

So when I went on-line and booked a long weekend at the Hotel le St. James in Old Town Montreal they were alerted within seconds. My previous site visit history and hits had established my profile for the Sisterhood and they had a client looking for mid-thirties male for reassignment. The opportunity had now settled and the abduction could be scheduled. Quickly focused they were aware of my dining plans for a specific Saturday in December.

2a I am Lost 

I became aware of myself sometime later, my situation was a different matter, let alone where I was. Over a period of time I realized my eyes were open. Nothing but a bright white glare from some place, I wasn't certain I was inside or somewhere else. Slowly I adjusted to the brightness. I was looking up at what might be the ceiling though I still couldn't see clearly, still unaware that I couldn't move my head. I opened my mouth and with effort I tried to focus with my facial muscles but then I fell back asleep. Some moments later, at least I felt it was a short time, I became aware of the surroundings, and I could rotate my head and slightly move all of my limbs. Though I tried to raise myself from the bed, I realized I was restrained. 

"Open your mouth for me young lady." 

Hearing a slightly malicious woman's voice I tried to look from where it came. Her order was clear though I my vision was still somewhat blurred, I couldn't see anyone, yet something was held close to my lips. 

"Do exactly as I say. I want you to give this thing a nice kiss. I'm going to put it in your mouth and I want you to suck on it like you would suck on a thumb. Do you understand?" she asked. 

I looked up but saw nothing, then from below my chin a probe like digit sized object reached my lower lip. I opened and it was in my mouth. Why had I conformed? What was, Oh my god! A penile shaped gag was in my mouth and quickly it began to increase in size. And then I was out again. Everything dark. But I was somehow more aware of all that was me and surrounding me. Sexual images were filling my mind, and occasionally with bursts of intense pleasure. Either I was dreaming or was being lead somewhere without touching the ground. Another woman's soft voice was talking to me . .

The history of Mastress' peculiar business started with a remarkable number of clients eager to have her group fulfill their special needs. You might jump to conclude she sought revenge for a past trouble at the hands of a male but her method implied a more intense background and love of 'femaleness'. Least to say she still loved what men had to offer, yet she found most of her release in the company of females, both young and old, all beautiful and each a special individual. Still how does one come to market transformed men and boys? Why even initiate the commerce? For what scale of remuneration was this clearly illegal act of kidnapping so reasonable to start? How did Mastress even get her first request, let alone how she found those able to help her complete the act? The team had created quite a number of successful transfemmes in the sixteen years since Mastress began.

Mastress had seduced and trained her team over a period of years. Her throughout research and careful screening and selection was essential. The five girls understood that any failure to meet a request brought Mastress' wrath.

She was beautiful and tall and her body was a tight 60 kilograms, even though she had now passed 50 years. Her character was defined both by her simple beauty and her style. This was a woman fully charged with intellect, means and sexuality. She worn her soft light brown hair to just passed the shoulders, but many days she worn it up, in a bun or with a clip. Though stern toward failure she generally had little reason to be so since her charges were well managed and therefore behaved in accordance with her commands. Mastress carried her sexuality it with grace, applying to those in need and teasing the uninitiated. She'd organized her work with the team from a beautiful estate in town near the Parc. 

This team was managed by a tall lesbian with auburn hair named Rachel. She had ascended to her role by being most astute to Mastress' needs as well as her goals. The most difficult portion of the abductions that led to the re-training was finding a candidate matching the requests of the clients. The actual capture was demanding as well but due to the organization, skill and planning they never encountered secondary issues. The search required attention to every detail but the kidnapping demanded strength and cunning. Only the female team members carried out the primary tasks of the team; there were two brutes near but restricted from the interaction.

The relationship of these two women included many late night sessions of guidance and care. Rachel managed the majority of the arrangements for the abductions as well as dictated the specifics of the capture. Mastress relied on her discretion and her command of the other girls of the team. 

There were four other female members, all uniquely qualified to be with the group. Each is physically stronger than her gender and size would imply.

Suzanne was born and raised in the French countryside south of Paris. Her studies in France allowed her to travel to Montreal when she was 21 years. Somehow she came under Mastress' influence. She is nearly 30 years old, 170cm tall and fit at 55kg. Her hair is chestnut and medium in length.

3a Awakened

"You are OK Annabelle. We've take good care of you these last 18 days. No one suspects you're here so please try and stay calm as you become more alert." 

Then she removed the now small penile gag, and I felt strange and I bit alone, but also very comfortable. My mind started to assess my condition and a vague memory started to form about being without shoes on cold stone or concrete. I instinctively move my legs and noted I could but not without my focusing on each. Could I rise from my back? I tried and found it difficult hence I relaxed downward again. Also too weak to roll to one side I stopped moving while another thought came to my conscious. She said 18 days? Where was I, and my wife and friends? Yet I still didn't seem to think this strange, just a missing memory. I wondered who Maddie was? But I was asleep again.

Mastress had developed the pair of substantially built +190cm tall brutes. They were cultivated bisexual muscles and trained to respond to her direction unequivocally. They supported the girls as necessary.

The Estate is near downtown. The Estate boundary is not generous yet privacy is assured via the high walls of stone. Built in the City, on the hillside of Parc Royale, the four buildings provide a full spatial range for the Sisterhood's tasks and leisure.

Mastress spends a good part of her day with the girls and insists they take extra care to be in proper dress and well coiffed. In addition, several evenings a month she gathers them all to partake of each other's focused sexual needs. The brutes are also part of these escapades as their needs are also carefully managed. The room set aside within the Estate for these events is called the Keep since it is located within the height of the main building. 

The team leaned strongly on Rachel. If she found conditions that allowed the Mastress to comply with a request she prepared the field and started the team's activities toward fulfilling the request. She spent a great deal of time monitoring e-mail and on-line traffic. The Sisterhood's central server was very large and set to track the life style and inquires that Rachel found could produce a desired result. There were critical convergent points on the Web. Most were tied into alternative lifestyle websites and related porn purveyors. Rachel had infiltrated the most important sites with a specially coded kernel that didn't take over a target person's cpu but allowed a good deal of reporting to flood back to Mastress' server. Then the server's algorithm sorted the data and prepared personal alignments that may Rachel would consider. 

4a The Street

Julie turned around and didn't see me. The three then quietly started back because they weren't yet alarmed. After thirty steps Liz paused the three.

"He was right here a moment ago, I hear him speaking on the phone. He said 'who is this?' but I didn't turn to look back.

"But where did he go? I heard him on the phone as well but didn't take note," Barbara said.

Liz called out for me but there was just the noise of the street and no one responded. Looking about she yelled again, louder, yet there was no response. They could see other pedestrians slowing at the end of the block, looking in interest to the yells.

Barb paused, "He didn't run off girls. He must be here, maybe he slipped and fell."

"Doesn't your phone have a flashlight app Julie?" Liz asked.

With the light after some minutes passed they found my phone in the middle of the now quiet street 10 meters beyond where they stopped. Then several more minutes later Julie saw my shoes at the curb near four meters away from the damaged phone.

"There, at the curb, those shoes."


A Visit to the North Ch. 01



Liz barked my name again. There was no one else on the block.

"He couldn't just disappear." Barbara was worried now after looking about the area for five minutes.

Julie called my name but again there was nothing but a reverberation. Barbara had moved toward the end of the block of closed shops.

Returning she asked "Why had we chosen this bleak path back to the Hotel? He just disappear Julie? What do I do now Liz?"

Liz asked, "Let me see his phone dear. Humm, the last number was 'blocked', and the battery is near dead too. The glass face is smashed, and the corner damaged. It appears to have been thrown."

On the next block they asked a Chinatown shop owner. "I not see such a man."

At nearly midnight they'd reach the local Police Service Station No.20. Barbara was hysterical, she just couldn't see clearly. They spent the next hours just waiting for the next small event at the station, though the Police didn't have any news regarding my whereabouts.

It was a nightmare. Since the moment of my disappearance in the streets south of Chinatown the girls had neither clue nor any assistance from the officials. The Police Incident Report they filed was public information and the Sisterhood had access to the file within a few hours. There was nothing the Montreal Police could do to aid in a search since it was less than 24 hours therefore I wasn't 'missing'. Though they presented my damaged phone and the recovered shoes the Sergeant simply smiled at the curious personal affects. The girl's memory of the street was a bit clouded by the wine.

Julie thought I was about fifty meters behind them, "I turned around and didn't see him. Then I alerted Barbara, this is his wife. Someone doesn't disappear Sergeant. He's been taken, by whom we can't guess, nor why?"

Liz was essential in guiding the three through the system and eventually decided they needed to return to the St. James for some rest sometime after 3am. Julie had some sleeping pills, which helped to get the charged up Barbara to rest. Julie plugged my phone in to her charger. The redial wouldn't function though.

Sometime early in the morning Barbara left the Hotel and headed back toward the spot the phone was found. Julie and Liz awoke nearer to 9am, found Barb missing and went to the scene as well. After the first hour Barbara found my wedding band in a joint in the cobblestone drainage basin.

"This means nothing to the Police's inquiry but it's strange. He wouldn't have discarded this would he?" Barbara was crying again.

to be continued,

End of Part One



A Visit to the North Ch. 02



This is a mystery story of a changed life. The characters are all fictional. There are many chapters so please consider finding and reading the earlier part. Please leave comments. 

*****

On Saturday Barbara and the girls returned deflated to the Police Station where a new sergeant allowed them to complete the Missing Persons Report. He also took Barbara's only picture of me from her cellphone files for reference. 

The Sergeant stated, "There is nothing to be done until early tomorrow when we can post the report on line". 

They spent the remainder of Saturday at the Hotel awaiting any news. Barbara had no real clue of my whereabouts. She was exhausted by the unknown and fell into a deep sleep. Julie used her computer and began a search of possible alternatives to finding a lost love one. When Barb awoke in the afternoon Julie shared the information. Barbara realized they needed professional guidance. The Internet only widened the scale of possibilities for this but she settled on Monday morning as the best time to pursue a legal representative. When they went back to the station near dinnertime the Sergeant suggested a couple of names, including a woman who was an ex-prosecutor for the City. Returning to the St. James they comforted each other and slept a bit that night. Barbara was crying most of the night and Liz gave her another sleeping pill. 

Barb awoke early Sunday morning and tried to used the MAC to search for a legal source. When Liz awoke she was able to quickly trace the Policeman's suggested attorney. She placed a call and later in the afternoon she spoke with Cynthia Parsons, the ex-prosecutor. They agreed to meet at 11am Monday. 

After Sunday lunch the three had returned to the scene with no new results. Barb just got more worried as they failed to get attention or action from the officials. Sunday evening they spent rearranging their travel plans with dinner in their room. Only Liz got any sleep that night. Alcohol seemed to soften Barb's nerves but didn't bring her rest. Julie stayed with her through the night.

1bChanging

The dreams continued, but these were very vivid, women together, sexual play, but was I with them? I felt excited by these visions, yet they seemed too real to be described as any thing other than real. Was my penis actually inside her vagina? Was that stiff dildo in my mouth? They smiled and left me, alone again.

Sometime later and a bit more conscience I slowly became aware of my surroundings. My right hand reached across my tummy toward my groin and I felt the familiar presence but I was very smooth. I relaxed as I cupped my small cock. It felt moist? How come I couldn't move? Again I was lost to sleep, only darkness.

I wasn't sure but I seemed to be awake. I moved my left hand but there were soft cuffs about my wrists. I was restrained and couldn't move my legs. The sexual images returned along with the pleasure. Eventually a sexy woman entered into my realm or returned and I was watching as she fucked a partner. She was atop, and I thought, was this position or the reversal important? As she arose from her lover I glimpsed a cock still hard and shiny with moisture. Was she a boy? In my dream state I looked down my torso, two perfect breasts seemed to be sitting pertly on my chest, the nipples proud and erect. My body narrowed sharply into a slim waist with my hips flaring, a womanly figure with long legs. My penis stirred as I gazed at myself and I realized that I was aroused. Was it due to my body dream or was I the sexy . . .

The recent activity required by Mastress was surprising to the girls. Now a new request; three calls for service within the months of November and December was unusual. They had already arranged and captured two special requests. One was a 28 year-old, tall, slightly effeminate grad student and the other a 23 year-old bi-sexual singer. 

Many of the activities of the team were off-site and the five girls loved the collateral benefits found in far-off spots such as Miami Beach and New York City, even Las Vegas once. The brutes were always on hand but Mastress minimized their involvement. These far off locations were challenging to resolve the details of the kidnappings as well as the security conditions. 

The team had collected Charles the grad student in the Miami area late in November. His identity was confirmed via coordinated review of traffic to a specialty site catering to submissive men seeking on-line communications with each other. Rachel noted his unambiguous preference of women driving a femme' toward a life of un-brutal servitude. Together with the data culled from his on-line traffic the team was able to complete a basic profile and get Charles' identity confirmed, including his details and schedule. Since he perfectly met the client's description Rachel initiated the intercept in the evening on Ocean Drive.

Rachel had arranged to stop in New York the following week. The second target was living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan while completing study toward a graduate degree in Psychology. Sam seem to have plenty of time to wander in and out of chat rooms and cruise the Web seeking stimulus of his gender varied interests. He wasn't a typical candidate because he was extremely well read and a dilettante of the arts, specifically Modern European painting and Photo Realism. His character stood out while he did not, being quite slight at 168cm and less than 62kg. Differing from many of the femmes Mastress had snared Sam had been comfortably dressing for several years and his collection of dresses and accessories was extensive. Rachel had been able to prepare a dossier including a very good femme image so the team could set up his transformation regiment. 

The details of the transitions varied with each but the basics were well underway for these two. Mastress required that her charges be fully compliant rather than held by overt force. She'd found that if properly nurtured during the transformation the latent femme character would flower within the males and produce a result that surprised the clients. The redefined person became a female in manner as well as appearance. This allowed Mastress to stay concealed from authorities that of course were sent to find the various missing male persons.

These two were settled within the Estate and the re-structuring initiated several weeks prior to the next assignment. Prior to arriving in the north the minor surgeries focusing on breast augmentation, vocal cord adjustment and in some cases castration were completed. These were handled at a private clinic. Within 24 hours of their capture neither couldn't be seen as anything other then a slightly bruised females above the waist. For these two assignments the client's demanded that tumescence not be altered indicated the eventual incorporation into someone's specific sex life. 

During the three weeks following the gender changes the care was rather straightforward. In Charles' case though there was a hip adjustment made once within the Estate. Though she was quite tall the client had specifically requested that her butt be contoured. Once medically stable each new girl would begin a daily course focusing on etiquette and female deportment training. Sam, now called Sofia, had occupied the girl's days for two weeks.

"This Annabelle should be interesting Suzanne. Quiet she's just barely off. She needs a bit more sensory stimulus. Rachel said she is more resistive to the male genital imagery she being exposed to. Mastress has monitored her sleep movements and suggested a different, subtle plan. Lee will handle the evening rotation for the next few days. She will be penetrated while still sedated."

I awoke sharply and this time my eyes seemed clear. It was as if I had snapped out of a dream. I was naked on a padded table on my tummy and a new voice was speaking.

"Annabelle, you have entered a new phase of life. As you will find you will speak, move, and act as a natural feminie woman." 

I didn't turn to look to this sound but my heart rate seemed to leap, these breasts to become super-sensitive and my anus to actually tingle, as if with a tiny electrical current. What was 'feminie'? The voice was female but as I looked toward the voice I saw his finely chiseled features, wide shoulders, thick chest and naked groin. His cock was stiff and moist. 

Then I was away again . . . asleep. 

2b Some Help

Barbara and the girls met Ms. Parson Monday morning. She was a bit younger than the Liz was expecting. Ms. Parsons had a small but neat office overlooking the Downtown from the 19th floor of a tall office building. Julie reviewed my disappearance and the activities the Police were pursued. Barbara explained our marriage, my background and her belief that something untold had become of me. Cindy listened, carefully making notes, and then reviewed the sad statistics of missing persons. It seems that the vast majority of missed individuals wanted to be missed. Even leaving completely stable relationships just because they had a change of heart. 

Cindy recommended that a private investigator be hired. The first work to be done was to acquire copies of any and all street focused security cameras in the area of the scene. Ms. Parsons approached the disappearance rationally, and with a small bit of hope. Though this would be the operating mode of her investigation she quietly told Barbara when the others were out at the restroom that this was a near hopeless situation. She asked for the wedding ring to try and collect a DNA sample. Barb had to grieve as necessary, hope as much as possible, but be prepared to never see me again. Barbara was stunned. The three women left Ms. Parson's office and returned to the Hotel to settle their next step. Should they return to home and simply await more news?

After a deliberate discussion on the merits of Ms. Parson's plan they agreed to leave Montreal the next morning in Barb's Audi. They traveled to New York and spent the night at our apartment. Liz had contacted an old roommate who consulted the bereaved. She had suggested they bring Barb to her office early the Wednesday morning. They decided to remain in New York at our place for three days while Barbara settled a leave of absence from her job for at least two weeks. She planned to return Friday via plane to Montreal to confer with Ms. Parsons. The girls pushed her to travel to DC with them. 

Barb's return to the north had allowed her to see almost all of the surveillance tape acquired from the local cameras. The Investigator was having trouble getting additional recordings from cameras located on two banking office buildings but he was confident that the copies would be release within a week or two. Though nothing else was seen from the viewpoints already in hand one of the bank camera platforms were clearly a strong possible lead.

Ms. Parsons had no additional leads and informed Barbara late on Friday that the bank was nearly the last shot. The Police hadn't found any fingerprints, other than mine, on the shoes and phone. The block where I'd disappeared was influx due to redevelopment plans being place on hold in late fall. So most the buildings were empty or nearly so. She told Barbara that missing persons not found within the first week general are not found. There was still hope but waiting for the bank board to release the video cause Barb to head south to DC. She got settled with Liz and Julie Saturday afternoon. I'd been gone more than a week.

3b Rachel Enters

Again I seemed to be awake, and on the white metal ceiling I saw an image of the male only now wearing just a loose pair of pants. His face had a bit of a stubble beard and he smiled at me. I noticed my heart rate seemed to change; my breasts were rising and falling. What, my breasts? I was now very awake. I felt the weight on my chest; I had a pair of soft naked breasts. I reach up as fast as physically possible to my chest, surely this wasn't possible! But there were breasts. I touched them and was immediately surprised by a tingling, and then I became aware of another unique new sensation. As I took in the man's sharp features and wide shoulders, the white pants, my anus, my butt hole, was tingling. My focus was on those white pants and there was the tingle again when I noticed his bulge. What was happening? I found it impossible to not look to his cock outlined beneath the fabric. 

This was not a dream, now I knew something very different had happened to me. I could now move about on the bed. I noticed that I was still restrained by a small chain and gentle cuff attached to both my ankles. Sitting up I inspected myself. These breasts were heavy and alert, then my focus was on my pelvis and I confirmed what I'd felt earlier, but my balls weren't there? I didn't panic; my penis was not affected. 

These new breasts, no these perfect breasts, touching them with a subtle joy; no it was glee. Then I felt my face. There was no beard growth, smooth, really smooth which is crazy. I had a modest beard and shaved daily so this couldn't be the case. Further checking my face and neck I felt the unmistakable, though minor, scar from some type of procedure done on my throat. Realizing that the breasts might have arisen from a similar procedure I felt myself for signs of a scar along the underside. There was none but further exploring into my armpits turned up a very flat but clear point of insertion. 

In wonder I started to evaluate my options. Could there be a psychotropic drug that could mask all that had been done to me? I had no mental awareness of three or more medical operations? Then I grabbed at my cock for some sense of normal and explored myself and found a fourth scar, tight behind my sac, my balls were gone and the sac severely reduced! I fell back upon the bed and whined. Yet this wasn't my voice, not my own! I cried when I heard the altered pitch and breathiness. 

They, a pack of wolves, had stolen my very self. I was a eunuch but more, I was a woman? With a voice to match my femininity. How long had passed since I'd awoken? Ten minutes? No one was near or observing my increased agitation.

A soft light appeared over what looked like a door, but the surface was smooth, with no identifiable pull or even hinges. Within a ten count a door did open and in walked a tall woman with auburn hair. She was beautiful and had a subtle smile but said nothing, simply looking directly at me and moving with purpose toward me. Her hands were at her sides with palms open, one ring on each hand. As she came near the bed she slowed and the door opened again with a second female entering. This beauty was shorter with soft light brown hair falling about her face and she wore a pair of tall-heeled shoes, the sound bouncing about the space. Somehow this sound affected my state of mind, calming me. This second woman stopped near the door about a meter behind the first. She clearly deferred to the taller woman. Then the tall one spoke.

"You're here as our guest Annabelle. Suzanne will help you with the restrains and get you settled in your suite. Please move slowly as you are weak and need to rebuild some lost muscle."

In a chiming sweet voice I said something but it came out as a song "Why am I here? Who are you? What have you done to my chest and my balls?"

"We're a special sort of Sisterhood that has brought you to a fulfillment of yourself" said the first woman. 

"There is so much of what you will be, what you are now, that needs help, assistance and guidance to flower. I promise the awareness you seek will be forthcoming Annabelle. Please continue to trust us as we have trusted you." 

"Trust who, you? How has my life been leading to this? I have breasts for god's sake, you've altered my body, my voice, I'm not even sure I would qualify as a man now." It was beguiling hearing this sweet voice.

I was still just sitting there on the table, "What has become of my wife, my friends, all that was? How did you bring me here and somehow alter my ability to fight for myself?"

Suzanne moved closer as I got more agitated, and she seemed to have something in her palm. The auburn hair woman spoke "Please my beauty, let us removed the cuffs." 

Suzanne stepped closer and snapped the chain lose with her fingers so smoothly I realized I hadn't tried to rip it off myself. She reached out to me, took my hands in her own, and brought them up across my breasts, lightly touching the nipples, and then to my mouth. 

Having two beautiful women near my nakedness was troubling. My nipples were stiff and my pulse quickened. It was as if they could control my respond to their touch. 

The tall one then said, "I'm Rachel and we're happy to have you with us. Please let us help you adjust to these circumstances Annabelle." 

Then she leaned in and kissed me passionately on my mouth, her warm tongue somehow calming my thoughts. I kissed her as well, not resisting her soft soothing tongue. With that she turned away and the door open as she approached. 

Suzanne didn't move as the first woman left, but a moment later she came closer, reaching for my facile penis, stroking me slowly, allowing it to rise, and then placed her mouth atop the head. I watched as she brought me to near peak. Her mouth felt wonderful, I'd had many blowjobs but her tongue was extraordinary. I came in the next instant, the seed spilling from her mouth. She licked her lips gathering it with her tongue and turning to me, kissed me, sharing the seed. I nearly passed out due to my general weakness, the events and changes to my body still swirling in my brain and now a beauty was pushing my cum deep into my mouth. The kiss went on for several moments, her tongue slipping about mine with the sweet juice from my cock? 

I can't explain my behavior nor my inaction. Something in my mind had also been revised by this Sisterhood. Suzanne turned away and retrieved some slightly heel slippers and placed them on my feet. She reached to steady me as she rotated my body off the table and my heeled feet touched the floor. She did this quietly all the while holding me as support. 

"Watch your step dear, are you chilled?" she said as her hand came around my waist and held my nakedness. The sway of my new breasts was a surprise. 

4b Washington

When she arrived home Julie had set a plan in action to comfort Barbara and help her relax. The three spent the night on the town, dancing at a gay club, then retired to sleep the night's hell off. Barb had a very difficult time that first week in DC. She had to wrap up the loose ends of three work assignments and as each day slipped by she worried that I had abandoned her; just decided to leave.

Julie had agreed to accompany Barbara back to Montreal the following Friday to check on the final bank recording. Their flight would arrive early Friday morning.

At their meeting with Ms. Parsons she indicated that they needed to ask a specialist to process one of the bank tapes. It was pointed at the neighborhood and zone I had been in when I disappeared, though the frames didn't seem to provide anything except the girls walking southward then returning to look for me. The second bank camera missed the abduction scene by a whole block, so it was useless. Cindy told the girls that the extra processing wouldn't be ready for at least a week due to a backlog at the firm doing the work. They made plans to return to Montreal the later in January. I'd been gone more than two weeks.

Julie and Barbara returned to DC Friday evening and were met by Liz at National and the three went back into town for dinner. The girls were exasperated with the lack of new information. Weeks after the disappearance they weren't giving up but each needed to get back to their jobs. This left Barb with some time on her hands. She decided to return via train to our apartment to see if there was any hint of a reason I had disappeared. On Monday afternoon she arrived and started digging through my files, drawers and tried to open my MAC. It was password protected but she had an idea of the possible combinations. Two hours later she got it open: our wedding date backward with the given names to our two deceased babies.




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The hard drive offered no clues since I didn't keep any of my interesting files on it. She clicked on the browser history of the first one that auto opened but it also wasn't helpful. I'd used a second browser for my story and porn traffic to prevent just what she was attempting. Late into the night she continued and finally she found the background browser. I'd failed to clear the history for at least three weeks prior to our Montreal trip. She found the weblinks detailing my sexual interests first, then the story site link, which opened three long discourses on slow femme transition and on femdom authority. 

Though hurt she wasn't too surprised by the content, but it caused her to consider whether these were somehow tied to my disappearance. Still just a loose thought because it was such a crazy thing to consider: hubby likes to read transgender porn, is taken by someone, get made-up by a domme and then fucked. She now felt my running away wasn't really plausible, since all of our accounts were untapped, and I could easily have just told her I was leaving without her having to suffer as she now did. She believed I'd been taken but why and by whom? 

She searched the web for similar circumstances of the kidnapping of men. There were news stories of thousands of women being taken, never recovered, nor released. These the Police filed as sex crimes. This was where she got a spark. She considered the stories of gender change she read on my Mac, somehow the possibility seemed somewhat plausible. Maybe they needed to reconsider what and whom they were searching for. To my reasonable, beautiful and anguished wife this was just too much of a 'story'. Barbara grabbed my laptop computer and a mess of miscellaneous items from my desk and headed back to DC.

5b The Suite

Suzanne was near me and I was naked. I was a girl with a cock being guided down a long hall by a beautiful girl. She had her arm around my chest just below my breasts, "We need to prevent too much movement here," she said as she pulled me closer to restrict the motion.

I considered this for a moment then said, "That feels very delightful though."

We moved slowly along a stone vaulted corridor. I noticed the sound we caused; our heels hitting the stone. I felt a bit lost but was comforted by her presence. 

"Annabelle I hope you're starting to realize we've taken every possible measure to assure your safety." It was Suzanne speaking but I could just see Rachel was further along the hall.

"But what of Barbara my wife?" I interjected as we moved slowly along a hall. Though naked I wasn't chilled with her near.

"Don't fear, she is well. Though she clearly misses you. She's moved in with the couple you were with in December."

"She left her position due to my capture? I must speak with her now!" I said, looking about for some escape, tottering in the heels and still woozy.

"No, you will not, and quiet down or Rachel will intervene."

Why I can't explain but I stopped talking, I stopped thinking of running. I noticed my shadow on the floor, as thin as the woman leading me, to where? I'd appeared to have lost many kilos.

Suzanne was again speaking to me, "She is with two beautiful women and that has settled her somewhat. Though she hasn't sold your apartment as of yet."

I wanted to ask about my thinness but said, with a soft voice "But how do you justify making these changes to me and therefore to her life?"

"We're certain that all will be good for the three of them and eventually you. This may seem as a far flung interruption of your world, but as the next several weeks will show, it's for your happiness Anna."

"You've even selected a nickname for me?"

"No dear girl. We found the name and many of the subtle details that you've acquired from searching carefully through your history. I think you know which history I mean don't you?" 

We continued to move along several similar spaces but Rachel seems to have disappeared. We reached a wide doorway with a soft oaken tone. Suzanne swung the door away and we entered a beautiful bedroom en suite. 

End of Part Two, To be continued.



A Visit to the North Ch. 03



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's changed life. The characters are all fictional. There are many chapters so please consider finding and reading the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.

*****

A Lead

The return train ride to Washington allowed Barbara time to consider and think of the possibilities. She just considered the web data and connections too improbable. Was her concealment of her past sexual adventures also part of this abduction? Yet she had evaluated the record of my searches. Might she have been part of my curious behavior? Had she informed me of her sexual history would our situation be somehow different? She was now able to see the hell of the past weeks as leading to something. 

She realized she must hire someone else to try and view the security films. Why wait around for someone 600 miles away to give her some hope? She felt she must continue to do something rather than just waiting for news. This new idea could help and it may turn up some new lead. She reached a friend who worked with a technology firm in New York who in turn contacted an acquaintance who did some contract work with the Feds. He provided the name of specialist capable of digital analysis of the security films. Once back in DC Barbara did not share her discoveries with her girlfriends.

Ms. Parsons agreed to provide Barbara with a record copy for the files and had the full file sent via a dropbox folder to her. Barbara's call to the owner of the firm gave her a lift. The possible work would require a fee of $2,500 so she arranged the transfer. He agreed to place one of his advanced techs on the assignment but cautioned patience. They suggested allowing at least a week to get deep into the digital file processing, but this would provide some information at least ten days sooner than the northern crew promised.

After the transfer Barb told the girls about her new tactic during dinner. Julie and Liz were anxious about going behind the northern Police but also agreed the investigation seemed stalled. The third week of the investigation didn't end well, since they were simply waiting again. I'd been gone more than three weeks and Liz decided to offer a distraction. The three would attend a party on Saturday evening at Julie's close friend's apartment in the Watergate. 

I was still anxious about Barbara. Why had I been taken and why had the Sisterhood changed our lives? Yet being near these women was distracting. My suite was filled with Suzanne's scent. My eyes watched her every move, studying her movement. Her words were filling my mind. The details of the furnishing and decorating of this suite, the soft pastel tones as well as the fresh flowers were so feminine. On the stand near the bed was a pitcher of water.

I asked Suzanne, "May I please drink, the water?"

"This is your suite Annabelle."

She reached for the water and brought me the cool glass.

"Let's get you comfortable Annabelle. We'll review your wardrobe in the morning. For now please settled on the bed and nap. I'll return with some simple food very shortly OK?"

As she left I looked about from my position on the edge of the bed. This was a beautiful sunlit room and I hadn't seen the sun in many days. There was a large dressing room to the right and a stone bathe beyond. I was light headed after the walk. 

I thought of Barbara. Could she so easily move on? I truly wasn't aware of how long I'd been in their care. Maybe three or four weeks? Earlier Suzanne had said eighteen days, but Barb wouldn't have made such a change in a spirited fashion. She was more deliberate then that. Maybe the girls simply took her into their care similar to how the Sisterhood has done with me. The irony didn't escape me. How I had become a faux lesbian was beyond me, or was I simply a man with breasts? I rolled to my side and pulled the bedclothes over my still naked body. Quickly I fell asleep, the dreams of the women again filling my mind.

The Party

Barbara was taken aback when they arrived to a room full of beautiful women. She wandered about just observing the crowd when a couple from New York introduced themselves. Liz had promised Barb that no one would know of her loss nor the past three weeks of anxiety.

"You're Julie and Liz girlfriend from New York right?"

The two beautiful women spoke about how they had knew her friends Liz and Julie, as well as others at the party and how they had met. Barbara shared several glasses of champagne with these two. Stacey was tall and a brunette with a model thin frame and small breasts. Alexa was the younger and a Yale graduate that had beautiful green eyes and an intense personality. Barb noted that they were both dressed in pants and a blouse, the only women dressed so. 

After the first hour had passed several of the women, two whom were unattached, approached her and made passes. One tall blonde was quite aggressive and while Barbara was intrigued by the attention she noted a certain strength that seemed to calm her. She was very attracted to this woman but was surprised by the woman's direct and clear intent, her beautiful eyes were boring deep into Barb. 

"I believe most women can be lesbian Barbara, and I think to hold to heterosexuality is unhealthy dear. Lesbian and bisexual aren't helpful to define us. We're just attracted to each other."

Barb had moved a little closer. The woman's Chanel suit and the her smile, as well as the champagne were causing her to loss control. The woman was now touching her. There was a moment when she was almost close enough to kiss this woman.

"I want to be clear Barbara, I want to take you, to fuck you". She reached to kiss Barbara and caressed her left breast. While Barb was enjoying herself she didn't return with the woman to her apartment. 

Barb was shocked to be told in the cab ride back home that the New York women were actually a transgender couple. 

They were so naturally beautiful she didn't notice, "but I'm a little drunk. You mean they both have penises?" 

Julie answered, "No, only Stacey. Alexa had the surgery about a year ago. She has a vagina and they're a committed couple."

Barb considered what this implied for a moment. Then she mentioned the aggressive pass she'd left. "We saw that Victoria was on to you. She loves submissive girls." 

"Then why was she so on me? I mean she asked me to go home with her." 

The taxi pulled up to their door and the discussion turned to the plans for the next evening.

Julie slept with Barb that night, simply cuddling her as they fell asleep in each others arms. They were all planning to return the next weekend to Montreal. Maybe something would break open case.

The Salon

As the early sunset of mid January darken the suite I was awaken by Suzanne and a new beauty. Suzanne carried a large tray with an assortment of food and drink. I focused my still groggy head on the voluptuous woman that Suzanne introduced as Margrette. She was taller than Suzanne but a bit heavier with a splendid ass. She cleared the stand for Suzanne and sat down beside me, possibly to help stabilize my still weak core. I picked slowly through the food items, eating some cheese and fruits, than drank some more water. Suzanne moved about the room collecting several clothing items she hoped to induce me to put on since I was still naked. When I was sufficiently fed for the evening the two escorted me to the large bathe. The stone was warm under foot and the space seemed to be a perfect temperature for a naked body. 

These two women had clearly been involved in my care during the passed weeks. They seemed to know exacting how to cleanse my body and my now shaggy hair and address my cuticles. I'd realized now that my nails were now very long, well more than a centimeter past the finger ends, and they had clearly been maintained. They had a special finish atop and below. I later learned the finish was called a French manicure. 

After my toilette was completed they informed me that an enema was standard practice at the Estate. They all practiced the Basti cleansing. For now I would be helped with the preparation until I had enough practice to complete the cleansing on my own. I'd seemed to have lost more than 5 kilograms while they had modified my diet. I asked Suzanne about this and she was explicit. 

"Annabelle you'll lose at least another five prior to being allowed to enjoy a normal diet." 

Prior to our visit north I was a comfortable 71kg male. Not skinny but I was athletic and thirty-seven years old. I noted that someone must have entered the suite and cleared the food tray for there was a beautiful array of fine clothing and lingerie atop the bed where the tray was previously. As I entered the room I notice a third women standing aside with the tray in her hands. I immediately noticed that her dress which was partially open revealing her right nipple with a gleaming silver ring hanging from it. As I stepped closer now seeing that both of her nipples were pierced I became aroused. 

She spoke to the others, "Mastress has asked us to retire and allow the girl to sleep."

I didn't make note that I was 'the girl' but I was alone and went to the bed and fell into a sound sleep. Sometime during my sleep the girl's must have returned, since I awoke later and found my body clothed in soft white lingerie. I noted the feel of the nearly translucent garments but halted when I realized that my anus was not empty. I reached beneath the soft chemise and touched a warm, round and domed shape slightly protruding and though not uncomfortable the object was causing a distraction and unsettled my state. 

Now awake I saw a woman standing near waiting. She was beautifully dressed in a long gown of soft Celeste blue in color falling nearly to her heels. I notice so many details of her dress within that blink, her pale white hose' the tall yet slightly platformed heels, her hair dressing was a band of matte silver, her nails the color of her dress. 

Noting I was alert she approached and spoke, "My name is Catherine and I will assist you today. You wear my stone atop the plug. Please sit up Annabelle."

I did as she requested and was surprised that the plug didn't seem to affect my action. She sat beside me and smiled. 

"You're to understand that each night you must be settled for bed in a similar manner of dress and one of the other girls will plug you. We will teach you to properly care for your body Annabelle." 

She stood and walked to the dressing room, intending that I follow. Catherine opened the drawer and began to assemble an outfit for me to wear. 

"Today will be spent with the beauticians. They will work on your hair as well as your nails. A simple outfit will be appropriate."

"There are several drawers here for your undergarments, others for stockings and socks, and other drawers for your blouses and sweaters. In the two closets are your range of dresses, skirts and several gowns. Please spend some time becoming aware of all we've given you. We'll slowly teach you the art of dressing and help you define your style. You'll eventually be handling the daily dressing on your own. Now let's get you ready for your day. Please stand here near the bureau and we'll review the proper method of putting on the various garments." 

She moved to her knee in front of me holding the white undergarments. 

"The thong is to be put on and used to restrain your small penis." 

She moved my soft cock toward my rear cleft and brought the panty panel up to my crotch. The panel covered the plug's exposed end as well.

Continuing to adjust my panty, "Then using the sides you position the thong about your hips. We happily noted that your figure needed no adjustment here. You have a beautiful wide bottom and hips Madeleine. A brassiere is essential to stabilize the surgery on your breasts as they settle. You will see your breasts increase slightly in the next two to three weeks while your weight comes down to the acceptable level. Here let me help you this time."

I needed no help and slipped the garment on.

"Oh, I see you've already done this many times. Let me check the result."

Standing she made a minor adjustment to the bra straps and seemed please. "Today you'll wear these pantyhose so as to prevent any unwanted sexually activity."

These were high quality nylon yet nearly translucent tights. 

"While we assess your compliance to the dressing standards you'll be wearing similar tights. Possibly next week we'll initiate a corset or possibly a suspender belt. It will depend on the waist reduction we see."

"Please show me your hands. Yes, they are smooth. Begin by balling the left leg of the tights with your thumbs inside, place your foot into the opening and settle the seam at the toes." Catherine paused while I ran the material up my left leg.

"Very good, you're aware of the method. But stop and bring the other leg into the stocking and now roll them over your knees and voila'. You've done well. They look good, just a bit of adjustment. See how these appear now?" 

I looked over my shoulder and watched her make a subtle shift in the material.

"Notice how the stockings tighten the affect of the thong and minimize your mound bulge." 

I was very aware of the tautness in my groin, even though it had been years since I had dressed this way.

"Now you need an appropriate slip to allow your dress to settled nicely. With this soft blue winter dress you'd select which color?"

I moved with Catherine to the open drawer, which held so many soft pieces of lingerie in many colors. I reviewed the selections and picked up a nude toned slip with a cut full slit.

"I would have expected you to select a white version of a similar style but the neutral tone is good for the dress. Good, now can you put it on please?"

I slipped the garment over my head and the satin fell nicely into place.

"I prefer the next article to be the heels since they are critical to the look of any outfit. All of these have been checked previously on your feet so you may review them and decide which pair you'd wear with the dress."

Not seeing a blue pair of heels I asked, "Does a black pair seem suitable?"

"Why not simply put them on and see."

I slipped on the right and than the other heel. These were slight in height, maybe 85mm. 

"Humm, I think they'll do Anna. Please walk around the suite in them to see how they feel. Then proceed to the bathe and we'll complete your toilette."

Once walking off of the carpet I heard the click of my heels on the wood floor. Returning to Catherine in the bathe she directed me.

"Please lean over the basin, that's a girl," she pulled the waistband of the tights lower, "so I may remove my plug. Oh it's a bit resistive." 

She wet her index finger with her saliva and ran the moisture around the edge of the plug. Her touch was so delicate yet I was surprised by the arousal. I pushed back toward her hand. With this lubricant she easily popped the jeweled probe from my anus, then turned and replaced the plug for only a moment, as if to assure it still fit. I moaned slightly with the reinsertion and gasped when I was empty.

"You seemed intended for this my beauty. Together with your looks and soft breasts this need within will suit your world well. Maybe later I'll fully penetrate you, that is if Mastress will approve."

I'd not heard Catherine correctly, I was surprised by the word 'penetrate', "Mistress you said?"

"No newbie, I said Mastress."

I wasn't aware then how well I would come to know the meaning of this new name, and how Mastress would complete me at every level. Rine simply continued without offering additional details. 

We were standing at the mirror and I saw a different person standing next to Rine, "You've had two or three minor facial adjustments. I believe here," she touched my brow, now arched strongly.

I smiled softly, "And here, the lip lift as well as your voice adjustment." Her finger at my lips lead me to open my mouth. My tongue touching her long digit.

It was my face but just subtle adjustments had been made. I studied myself, "What do you think caused them to do these procedures?"

Catherine said smiling, "Annabelle, you're more lovely that's why. You are to live as a woman, not some intersex. See, even without makeup you look lovely." 

"Now you must be silent and complete your preparations. I'll fill the reservoir for you to cleanse yourself."

She withdrew the plug once again. The process was to become a normal part of day, just as my shower or brushing my hair. Now cleaned and dressed Catherine lead me from the suite and toward the salon for my first appointment at the Estate. The heels were of modest height and so the walk only caused a minor discomfort.

"Bonjour, Comment vas-tu?" Catherine said to announce our arrival. 

The room didn't surprise, it was like any salon I been in, but I was the 'client' and there were three technicians ready to work. Two of the girls stood back awaiting me to get situated in the chair. Then one washed and dried my hair, the other worked on my nails, changing the color to a strong red rather than renewing the soft pink. My manicure distracted me from the activities of the other two women. I now realized they were carefully analyzing my hair and comparing various strands of different tones of hair samples. 

I quietly asked what they were up to, "We're selecting the material for your extensions. The length and color must be carefully coordinated to meet the specific request. We'll be involved with this for the next three to four hours. Are you comfortable?"

"Please do not speak to the techs Annabelle." Catherine wasn't upset but stern to illustrate her control. "Another word and I'll have to gag you do you understand?" 

I nodded rather then speak again and risk a gag. How easily I conformed to the directions form the women of the Estate. Where was my independence?

A long while had passed when I realized I'd faded off. My tummy ached. I looked about. The weight of my hair surprised me as I turned left and then the other way looking for the techs or Catherine. I was alone and sat upright to notice a mirror with a very different girl presented to me. My head was a flow of soft strawberry blonde waves, almost curls, reaching passed my bosom in the front. I rotated and swirled the locks back and forth. Why did I fall in for this so easily? It was a sensual transformation but I seemed unable to resist in anyway the changes to my body and therefore my mind. 

"Good to see you like the style and color, and the nails?" said Catherine coming into the salon.

"I can say this is nearly as radical as the affect of my voice change and as grand as finding I enjoy having breasts. What else can you do to destroy my ability to find my wife and myself? Oh, and I'm starved. Can we get something to eat? How did they manage this?"

"Certainly we can and will, so long as you're aware of your diet control OK? Simple Annabelle, hair extensions." 

She'd mentioned the restrictions earlier. I was to get my weight below 60 kilograms and than I could move to more substantive foods. In the meantime it was salads, smoothies and protein shakes.

I enjoyed the feel of the hair falling across my shoulders, "This is wonderful."

"You'll have to wait another 15 minutes for the techs to do your makeup though."

When we left the salon the staff's smiles assured me that I looked feminine. They knew of the Sisterhood's method of transformation? 

Catherine simply stated, "No, their consultants who need to stay on our best side. They haven't any awareness of your history." 

I immediately started to plot a move including the techs. Catherine stopped it short by turning me toward her, taking my curled head in her hands, and kissed me deeply.

"Annabelle I've want to do that since this morning. You are so exciting to me."




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Her hand reached to pat my mound, concealed by the clothes but still sensitive to her attention. She kissed me again. 

"I love women Anna." Her hand slid into my thong and grasped my swelling cock. She turned to me and smiled.

I was adrift in her scent, her softness and the emotion and love of her tongue. Catherine's care and attention was difficult to classify as simply helping me. Nor could I stall my tumescence. 

Standing near the stonewall she held my shoulders, "Anna since you've not been milked today, and you're so stiff I want you in my body." 

Within a moment she'd moved me toward the stonewall, my face flushed from her kisses. She pulled my pantyhose down, turned and had my stiff cock in her butt, not her pussy. I'd never been treated to this type of intercourse so I tried to go slowly assuming it was painful. 

I breathed deeply as my cock entered her back passage, "How can I slip into this opening so readily?"

"That's a good girl. I'm required to keep my bum accessible too. The probe slowly opens us there. Just the patient lover I needed."

I tried to enjoy pushing into her butt as long as possible. The speed of her actions also didn't allow my mind to recall my marital status. Shortly though I released a spasm and withered, my semi-rigid penis slipping from her opening. 

I looked to her bottom and saw my cum oozed from her hole. I don't know how I came to the next thought but I just turned her, bent over and licked the seed from her, sliding my tongue into her butt where my cock just was. Tasting my seed, oh what a slutty thing to have done! I slumped to the stone floor realizing what I had just done. 

Just at that instant Suzanne appeared and rushed to help me before I hit the floor. She lifted my head and looked at Catherine.

"Mastress will be angry Rine!"

I must have passed out or was just exhausted. The two women returned me to the suite. Catherine left me in Suzanne's care and a short while later she got me to the shower. She placed the plastic protective cap over my long tresses.

"You're my responsibility tonight and first I need you to allow me access to your bum, please lean here while I install my plug."

I turned to watch her as she parted my cheeks and pressed the steel plug passed my sphincter. 

"Yes, it's a bit bigger then Rine's but you'll be fine. We all have access to your body Annabelle, though Mastress hasn't released control of your pussy." 

I wondered about the special training. My bum had clearly been filled prior to this morning. But I had to focus to allow this new stone to enter. Slowly it passed my entrance and I gasped aloud when it sealed me. She bathed me with care and after a soft drying placed a new even tighter thong on me. 

"Your hair must be protected, just this night. While you sleep you'll wear it up with this special cap."

We retired to the bedroom and she had me dress in a lovely black negligee' which seemed fitted since it clung to my nascent curves. She closed the light and I fell asleep. 

My dreams were very different this night. A beautiful woman approached my bed. I couldn't see her face but it was winter pale, and in the shape of a heart, her lips covered by a deep French red rose lipstick. Her eyebrows were softly arched and slim above her bright green eyes. She closed the door, silently and glided to me aside the bed. She was standing over me in heels. This woman of timeless beauty moved closer. Her gown fell open and I could see her sexy profile and her breasts as she moved. Her legs were clad in a pair of white silk stockings ending with a pair of taupe 120mm heels. 

Her appearance was of natural and flawless skin with little makeup and a single strand of pearls around her neck resting within the cleavage of her pale white gown. This clearly dominant woman gently mounted my bed and lifted my hips to rotate my body so my face was in the pillow, while sliding my thong aside. She reached for my breast, then the other. I suddenly wanted it all, I needed to experience her control and power. I looked back toward her over my shoulder as she pulled aside her gown to expose a phallus protruding from her mound; it was buried deep inside her pussy? Yet eighteen glistening centimeters extended toward me. With her hand guiding her cock she entered me, sliding deep into my anus. Her hips began to slowly rock, pushing her cock in and out of me. I watched her eyes as she fucked me over my shoulder and witnessed her face filled with passion as we both climbed to orgasm. Somehow I awaited her peak prior to my own release. The harder her thrusts the more I enjoyed her fucking. 

to be continued, 

End of Part Three



A Visit to the North Ch. 04



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.

*****

When I was awaken by Suzanne, I was on my tummy and her first action was to grasp the plug and twist it within me. I was still captured by it. I had a feeling she knew of my night and the phallus that I'd dreamed had entered me. Similar to yesterday when Rine re-inserted her plug Suzanne did so but only after wetting the surface within my mouth. The taste of my juice was very much like how my wife's pussy tasted after sex, a mixture of her and me.

"Did you rest well during the night?" She asked as she helped me rise from the bed.

I shook with the memory of the woman deep within me. I felt as if something a bit more than a dream had occurred. I looked carefully at her. She smiled and lightly kissed me as I stood. She removed the large plug with ease placing it in my hand.

"This must be cleaned," I moved toward the bathe, "Stop please, the hair cap."

She stepped near, "Here let me remove the hair cap, that's right. Shake out those lovely waves Anna."

Today we were to focus on my movement in heels and so Suzanne had me find a medium pair to begin the very specific training of my gait. We moved along a timbered hall back and forth so many times. Each hour she would hand me a different pair of heels, either higher or lower, sometime with straps securing the shoe, other times sandals or mules. I was becoming acutely aware of the styles and comfort of each. 

As one hour turned to two my walking changed. Her instruction wasn't aggressive but subtle. Near lunch it was now more of a strut and though scolded if I accentuated my hip roll, my gait was becoming more feminine. Suzanne felt we needed to stop. Another woman, new to me, joined us. 

Florence was curious about my progress so after my introduction Suzanne had me present to the younger woman. Florence was surprised that Suzanne hadn't dressed me in a dress this morning opting for a simple set of black leggings and a bright yellow woven top with a scooped neckline. She might not have been more experienced but she offered a minor adjustment to my gait, which helped reduce my heel rotation. She also strongly recommended that I return to the suite and change into a dress for the final exercises of the day. This meant I'd need to put on some hose. The two women discussed whether I should wear pantyhose or switch to a suspender belt. 

Now attired in a beautiful pale white flowing dress falling passed my knees, pantyhose and the tallest pumps of the day I was examined and scrutinized as I placed each foot in front the other, lifting to avoid any sliding. 

Florence directed me to stop, "I want to see your face Annabelle. Let me gather your hair in a band."

After more turns and another pair of heels they were very happy and suggested I remain and walk alone for an hour or so. Their intent was to drive the lesson deep into my legs and memory. By the time I stopped my feet and legs needed a massage. 

But Suzanne had another idea. After Florence left she settled me on the sofa in the suite and produced a soft narrow dildo shaped like a realistic penis. 

"Mastress has ordered your penetration Annabelle."

I looked at her hand holding the toy.

She smiled as she applied her tongue to both the phallus and then rolling me onto my side licked my sweet opening. Once I was positioned to allow her access to my opening she inserted the toy's tip. 

"Now I want you sit atop the phallus allowing it to fully but slowly penetrate your bum Annabelle." A few moments later the toys length was deep inside me.

"I want you to turn Anna," shifting me about so I was on my knees and turned toward the back of the sofa. 

Though my passage was filled I wasn't uncomfortable. My tight hole adjusted to the phallus' girt and length. The toy slipped from me as she moved to her knees on the floor in front of me. Suzanne held the prong end of the toy in her left hand and she proceeded to fuck me. Her right hand softly rested on the front of my thong. I wasn't prepared for the dildo's action as she began to push it in and out of my bum. 

"This isn't your first fuck is it Annabelle. I think you're enjoying my little cock."

The soft pats of her hand on my taut mound were causing my arousal and I erupted into my thong. Attending to my distress Suzanne pulled the pantyhose downward but somehow my seed spread to the lovely dress. I was embarrassed that had had made a mess. 

"Now you must clean this mess Anna. Please use your fingers and lick up the sweet seed." She held the moist toy while I did so.

Would this be normal for my new world? Made to consume my own release?

No news from the North

Ms. Parsons' call to Barbara early Friday morning was clear. The experts were unable to extract sufficient detail from the bank video files. Therefore a trip north would be useless. At an early lunch the girls discussed the options, a weekend wandering around, or maybe a different type of activity. 

"There's quite a lewd undercurrent of sexuality in Montreal." said Liz. "Maybe us three could just get lost in a fantasy weekend. We've already been charged for both the flights and the St. James."

Julie suggested, "Maybe we'll find him tried to a wall in some Dome's lair?" 

Barbara was surprised how close the idea came to her own thoughts and the stories she'd read on my MAC but she said nothing. She knew she'd feel miserable returning without new news on the kidnapping now four weeks ago. 

She stood and suggested, "Maybe you two should go, try on some new skins, or remove some I mean. I just can't waste the emotion right now. I'll remain in DC and find something to distract me." 

She had a blink moment: maybe she could actually do the risky part of her investigation. For the past two nights she had explored the links I'd left. Barb wanted to see if there were in fact Domes looking to changed guys like my stories implied. She decided immediately to stay behind. 

Liz suggested Julie go pack their risqué clubwear including her high heels. "I guess I'll just fuck you all weekend in the cold northern city my lusty babe."

Laughing she left to find the travel cases while Barb chuckled with Liz in the kitchen. "She can be a bit submissive huh?"

"I love her all the more for her ability to be so sometimes. We'll miss you Barb," who stepped to her cpu and quietly responded to the e-mail request from the Dome she was in a chat with. 

Liz and Julie hugged her when they were off early Friday afternoon. Barbara had the apartment to herself for the afternoon. She had a lot to do to be prepared.

The Others

Margrette had been directed by Rachel to focus on Sofia, the new charge from Manhattan. She had completed her deportment training earlier than Emily. This wasn't a surprise since as a male Sofia had spent a good deal of her down time in heels and lingerie. Her behavior at the Estate implied she was happy. Her voice had moved up two scales due to the surgery and was lovely. Sofia felt very special due to this change alone. Sofia was short at 165cm and with her weight down to 55kg she was becoming a very special woman.

The girls started to enjoy her favors earlier than most since Sofia needed little prompting to get a dildo in her mouth and even less to slide one into her hole. The client seemed to want a beautiful but capable slut, and Sofia seemed ripe and ready after two months of training instead of the usual three. 

Mastress needed to be certain that the team's scoring of her development was on the mark so she elected to carryout a test on her own. This was unusual but not unique. Others had required a similar focus in the past. Mastress required that Sofia not be aware that she herself would prepare her the next morning. Therefore Mastress was waiting in Sofia's suite for her to awake instead of one of the team. Sofia had passed the need for a nightly anal plug and Catherine had put her to bed in the normal fashion but had specifically restricted any foreplay and no arousal. To prevent Sofia from taking notice of this lack of stimulation she was given a new cock dildo to play with but prior to dinner. The toy was removed and Catherine completed the final preparations as required by Mastress. These included a soothing bathe and a quick touchup of Sofia shoulder length golden blonde hair. During this night the room was filled with a soft astral sound track just above hearing level, which would assure a restful sleep for the girl.

Mastress stood quietly awaiting Sofia's sleep. She had prepared somewhat herself for the days activities. Dressed in a soft silk knee length green gown she wore a shelf bra and no panty for she had attached a thick twenty-centimeter long strap-on. A specially fabricated waist cincher held her nude seamed hose rather than a suspender and she wore a simple black 110cm sculpted heel of satin. Her hair was in a tall ponytail to prevent inferring with her sex. She felt wonderfully alive this morning and twice had to subdue the desire to awaken Sofia. Finally near eight Sofia stirred and Mastress did also. She slowly walked to the bed speaking in a quiet voice. 

"You will find my cock a pleasure Sofia. Open your mouth for it now."

Sofia turned toward the new voice, "That's a good girl, taste my cock and feel it's texture on your tongue." 

Mastress was using a special dildo that had a small reservoir for fluid and some released at the initial sucking. This was the first test. Did Sofia willfully suck on demand? Was she enthusiastic when the cock entered her throat? Sofia's mind was there completely. She thought of the creamy seed to flow very soon. Sofia allowed Mastress complete control of her mouth and head as she fuck her mouth. Mastress opened her gown to allow Sofia to touch her breasts. Looking up as she suckled the toy Sofia marveled at the older dame's pert mounds, playing with her erect nipples. 

"You'll allow my complete and deep penetration, so the shaft of my cock will slowly pressed onwards expanding the ring of your opening. Do you like my hot cock in your mouth slut?"

Sofia found a breath to say "Yes Mastress." 

Mastress nibbled Sofia's left ear and hungrily moaned, "On your tummy and spread your cheeks for my wet cock you little whore. Do it now. My cock wants to be firmly rooted in your body Sofia." 

Mastress pulled her thong side and rested the head of her strap-on at the girl's tight rosebud. 

"Push back onto my cock girl, Now!" the cock entered Sofia body.

As each centimeter entered her Sofia whimpered into the pillow and slid her hips upward to Mastress' slow penetration. She wanted full contact with the cock. Deep satisfaction was her desire. She panted with each thrust of Mastress hips. Sofia started to move and wiggled to allow Mastress even deeper access to her body. 

Mastress paused now, her cock had found Sofia's core. Then she started to fuck, fuck the girl, slowly but increasing the tempo of her cock deep inside Sofia. 

"This hole is your cunny my girl. I've waited for you, now you fuck my cock." 

With that Sofia began to move her hips downward to full penetration, then up so the cock nearly exited her opening. Mastress enjoyed watching her charge fucking them both, her pussy responded to the banging of her mound caused by the thrusts. Without withdrawing from Sofia Mastress rolled her over and brought her legs up to her shoulders and fucked Sofia like a stud. After a minute Sofia dropped her legs, wrapped them around Mastress and together they fucked with abandonment. Mastress' thrusts were so deep Sofia tensed upon the bed, then the slight pain subsided and she moved together with Mastress. Sofia was overcome as Mastress' cock seemed to grow in length. Being fucked deeply Sofia erupted, her seed filling her panty, oozing to her her belly and the fabric of her chemise. Mastress had made her a woman.

Mastress was very pleased. She pulled Sofia to her by grasping her hair and deeply kissed her. 

"I wished I thought to capture your seed and let it fall into your mouth. I enjoyed your tightness my girl. You may sleep again Sofia. Please present yourself at lunch. You no longer require an escort." 

Mastress settled her gown back about her hips and moved off the bed. Sofia lye watching Mastress and listening to the click of her heels for what seemed liked minutes as the woman left the room walked the length of the hall and finally Sofia slept.

The older one was not so easily adapted. Emily, was not resistive, but strangely immature and therefore difficult to train. Her body had healed nicely, the hip implants did the trick as her measurement of her butt were near perfect. I

t seems her mind hadn't adjusted to her new gender. Though a beautiful girl in all details Emily still felt like a boy. This was partly due to her penis, which was quite large, especially on a transfemme. Rachel had reconsidered this transition. Maybe a full SRS would be necessary, but that would violate the client's specifications.

In the seventh week of Emily's new world Rachel came to a different plan. Instead of the typical exposure to the feminine she'd put the brutes in charge of Emily's care. Lee was probably best to start since he was large but a bit smaller than Seth. Rachel had used this adjustment once several years ago with a recalcitrant transgirl. She discussed Emily's situation with Mastress and they agreed. Rachel had a breakfast meeting with the two guys to share the plan and resolve several other consequences of the staff shift. 

Lee was to follow the daily protocol and he was waiting in Emily's suite, but since the shift occurred in the morning Emily hadn't been plugged. Lee moved in the near darkness to the bed with his plug, set aside the sheet covering Emily's body, she lye slightly on her side, which would allow him access. He bend over and with moisture from his mouth slowly inserted the nearly 5cm diameter probe. The metal had been warmed so Emily only moaned quietly. Lee felt empowered by the event and watched Emily asleep for a while close to her yet not disturbing her. After some time she rolled slightly and opened her eyes to find the large man with his crotch very near. 

Emily knew Lee but hadn't witnessed him this closely. She reached out and pulled the drawstring that held his pants allowing them to fall a bit and exposing his penis. She gasped at the size of Lee, pulling him closer yet and opened her mouth. Lee couldn't resist the beautiful transfemme and allowed her to suck his cock. Lee had to focus on his ultimate goal, the girl leaving the Estate. Though he enjoyed the blowjob he stopped Emily before any further sexual act became essential. She swallowed his seed and sat up and asked for an explanation.

"Mastress feels you need a different control of your training for awhile to help you fulfill your programming."

"Well I'd say that's a nice surprise you've got there, Lee am I correct?"

"Yes, but I need you to focus and listen intently. You will respond as required or I will punish you as necessary. Is that understood young lady? Now come with me into the dressing room, start your toilette and then get dressed."

"Oh Lee, I now see you've plugged me as well. Did you see my clit Lee? It's nearly as nice as yours."

Lee was surprised but didn't show it, he simply frowned and slapped Emily's bottom. "Watch yourself Emily, or I'll hang you for starters." 

He'd found the best punishment was to have a girl suspended ever so slightly above her height in heels. Usually he setup the catch with a girl in 120mm heels but replaced them with 80mm one. The strain was endurable for the first 30 minutes but slowly the leg muscles would fatigue and the subject would become very compliant. He knew that Emily had been exposed to a minor such session over a week ago at Catherine's hand. So further discussion ceased and Emily sat down, peed, and then filled the reservoir for her ablutions. 

Lee decided to further press his control by selecting an aggressive corset and beautiful but tightly bound ivory sweater dress with a spandex waist detail and an oval neckline and longer sleeves. He intended to keep Emily as bound as possible until later in the afternoon. Her focus today was movement and manner training and therefore Lee thought it appropriate for her to be under wraps. Emily's waist had been reduced by the earlier corset training and diet from 80cm to 70cm. Lee decided that 63cm was today's target. The white underbust waist trainer was placed on the bed. Emily saw it as she approached and whined for a brief moment. Lee helped her with the clasps and back laces, tightening them twice. He left her for five minutes to allow her to finish putting on the nude stockings and her shoes, as well as to allow Emily's ribs to adjust to the boning prior to the final tightening. She was nearly at 65 cm when Lee returned. A bit more tightening and minutes later he confirmed the waist was now at 63cm.

"Let's get started Emily, oh wait. Those heels are too low. I need you at your peak focus. Go and return with the 130mm rhinestone pair I set aside." Emily turned with a small pout but did as directed. Lee felt this was perfect, less than an hour with her, she understood his cock was in control and she was to be fully submissive. She quickly returned and handed him his plug. 

"Who allowed you to leave this out of your opening young lady? Come to the bed and lean over you bad femme."

Lee realized that her actions were appropriate but he wanted to further press his dominance. She lifted her ivory dress to expose her bottom, shifted her legs apart and waited. Lee came to her, placed the plug near her mouth, she knew how and why. Emily lathered the metal with her mouth and Lee press it home assertively, causing her to whine but not move. 

Barbara had spent two late nights searching on alternative lifestyle sites for Dome's serious enough to grab and restrain a submissive. She'd found and met on-line one woman who said she lived near to Washington. Barb did not initiate the contact though and she used a unique pseudonym in each chatroom she visited. This woman wanted her to meet in a small bistro around 6pm Friday evening. 

Now 1pm Barb was hesitant to go. There was a small bit of risk, but she almost didn't want this to lead to the next step. She really was anxious about finding me as a new someone, or something. Changed in life to meet some kinky need. How could we just go back to being a married couple? She had wondered all morning after the call from Parson's about how to handle the meeting, her attire as well as her attitude. After much back and forth she decided to be as sexy as possible to work the Dome toward comfort and therefore some honest discussion. But she wanted to appear completely defenseless. But both Julie and Liz were near enough to her size and they wouldn't mind sharing a dress, but what about the lingerie? 

Barb wanted to appear innocent yet ready for being a sub. Deciding to look at the possibilities she entered the girl's wardrobe. Opening the middle drawer down she was surprised by the array of items that she'd describe as provocative. Clearly her girlfriends were interested in clubwear, but these items seemed too over the top. She selected the lingerie set from the right drawer in pale white, including a very delicate waist suspender. These were fine garments, as she was to play the part of a submissive lesbian. 

She selected next a pair of sheer nylon hose in a package marked 'Secrets in Lace'. The bra and thong were beautiful once on and the sheer full-fashion hose attached to the six suspenders hanging from her waist made her moist. She wondered why she had not owned any of these items. The dress was next and the tone had to be ivory but would a skirt and blouse by more appropriate? She found a softly pleated pencil skirt of muted pale pink and a white sheer blouse with a scoop neck and buttons. Now where would Julie set the chemise or her slips? In the lower drawer Julie had several, but the La Perla was perfect. 




A Visit to the North Ch. 04



Barb had a pair of ivory heels with a bit of black trim. She tried them with her outfit and decided they would do, just a bit higher than daywear at 100mm they did have a beautiful heel detail. She spent some time on her makeup, modified to imply some reserve and yet innocence. 

It was nearly five in the afternoon when she was dressed and ready. She considered whether she should arrive early and wait or better yet, go by and check out the rendezvous location. If the situation seemed OK, she'd go in early. The Dome's name was Michel, but she sounded serious when she informed Barb that only 'Mistress' was appropriate. Michel had selected a watering hole just across the bridge in Georgetown. Barbara considered walking but the heels made the decision for her and she hailed a cab.

I was shown a small room used for the handwashing of various garments. Supplied with a series of drying racks it was a well-used space that here to fore I'd missed. While watching me do my cleaning with Suzanne another girl appeared. This was my first encounter with anyone other then the, now four, attendants and Rachel. 

This woman looked a bit younger than thirty years, was shorter then Suzanne and I, but beautiful and dressed in a simple flowery short dress and medium heels. She wore no bra, nor stockings and her shoulder length hair was held partially by a large clip. She used the second basin, quickly cleaning several panties and two thongs, and finally a sheer pair of nylon hose of white color. No one spoke though Suzanne was eying her. I didn't want the encounter to end so I took more care then necessary with my spotted dress. While she'd been focused I missed the features of her face, but as she turned to leave I noted her green eyes.

I couldn't speak of those eyes to Suzanne, not until I understood where this place was in my new life. Clearly this new creature had a degree of freedom. Was this in my future? Were there any others? Too many thoughts arose for the brief event. Suzanne pressed me to finish. 

"Florence is waiting for you my dear. Please get on with your task. I'd like her to do the final evaluation for today. Then we'll have a simple dinner of soup back in your suite OK?"

"Yes Suzanne" I said, realizing it was the first time I done so without adding the prefix Miss. 

Florence met us in the hall. She had placed a matt along the wall marked with a series of footprints about my size. The two women observed my runway ready walk and compare it to the standard. Three times I completed the 30 paces, each time they scored my effort as good. Florence said, "Work to be done Annabelle but a good effort." 

Florence was pleased and therefore so was I. "Now come along with me little one, we need some time together. Suzanne will you join us in about thirty minutes in the suite?"

"Yes Madame," she was off. 

Why such a respectful address? I wondered if there was some sort of charge or order of seniority. Anyway Florence escorted me to the suite and sat beside me on the sofa. I immediately assumed she wanted to play with me but I was clearly wrong.

"We need to practice speaking in a feminine manner and with a polite tone. This feminine training, using the elocution of the feminine, is essential and we find it affects many of the other tasks related to deportment and respect. So please give me you focus." 

After nearly an hour I found myself waiting to speak, shorting my responses and listening in earnest. These characteristics also showed in how I was sitting, and moving. Florence suggested we'd do this several times a week from now on. A moment later I heard the sound of heels clicking on the stone hall, and Suzanne entered and came right toward me with an outstretched hand. She helped me rise and then slowly spun me about, positioned to allow Florence to touch my thighs. 

"Be quiet my lovely one, you're about to be fucked." 

I looked over my shoulder and saw Suzanne open her dress, a zipper along the front panel, exposing a phallus and some type of harness. Florence held the cock for a moment and I realized she was applying some type of lube to the shaft. Then Florence pushed the panel of my thong aside, held the cock close to my opening and Suzanne entered me. Florence turned my head, looked at me sensuously and kissed me deeply. The cock was fully engulfed by my cunny. 

Two women were penetrating me at once, each filled with passion. For the second time today I was being penetrated. Suzanne's strap-on was in control, she would plunge deeply than more slowly and pulling nearly from my opening. Florence had moved my dress to allow her access to my breasts. She removed them from the cups of my brasserie and suckled on each gently, then with aggression. I'd noted the sensitive of my nipples before but I hadn't felt them become erect from such stimulus. 

We continued to fuck, Suzanne at my back door and Florence playing with my breasts. I couldn't believe how in heat I was. My bum was bouncing about on Suzanne's thin cock, and though I was leaning on one knee I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. Suzanne must have found it all too much as well as she increased her tempo. I was out of my mind and then I erupted unaware that Florence had slipped beneath us and had positioned her mouth at my clit, I felt her warm mouth atop me while I blasted into her mouth, just as Suzanne slipped out of my cunny exhausted.

The two of them drag or carried me to the bed. Florence nestled in with me and we must have fallen asleep quickly. I felt her stir some time later and we spoke. 

"We've got more time tonight, and I plan to have you to myself. Would you like to have me inside you dear?" My response was to move closer and rub my clitty along her slit. 

She was assertive. "No I planned to bathe you, dress you just so and then fuck you deeply my dear. You'll have no say in the matter nor will you be penetrating anyone. I'll select your lingerie and dress, the style of your makeup and the length of my cock do you understand?"

I simply nodded. I was still wearing most of my clothes though my heels were on the floor. My thong was still keeping me snug and my breasts were still atop the underwire of my bra. I was in my wrinkled but cleaned dress. I realized it was now soiled again. Florence helped me to undress then I removed her garments as well. Naked we entered the bathe and into the warm shower. The lather and scents were sweet as was her desire to bed me again. 

As we dried each other softly she knelt down and placed a special lube in my opening. She commanded me to stay as she went to my drawers, pulling a beautiful soft red merry-widow out which she paired with shimmering black stockings with a red welt, she returned and began to dress me. She stepped away to gather a tall pair of red pumps, placing each upon my stocking clad feet. 

"I'll be in black while you're in the red for my heart. Wait a moment here, I'll call for you. I'd like to watch you move into the bedroom."

As much as I could guess what lye ahead I was surprised that I was so aroused. I was smooth in front as she'd placed a deep red thong on me just before she dressed me in the lingerie. In five short weeks I become a woman willing and wanting to be fucked. Was this the lust or had they somehow managed to turn my gender? First Suzanne's assault that left me panting with fulfilled joy, now a second beauty wants to take me to a special place. I dreamed of Florence's soft hole and the petals deep between her legs as I awaited her call.

"Annabelle please come to me."

With the practice steps of this afternoon I strutted to my lover. She was standing atop a short stool, in her black heels, a beautiful fleshy strap-on attached to her crotch. She waged her finger toward the platform and I simply open my mouth to her thick cock. It was at the perfect height as I sucked her into my mouth. She had not instructed me in the art of deep throat penetration as of yet but her phallus was deep within my throat. I realized she had a portion buried in her pussy so the action stimulated both of us. I can't explain where this need and desire came from but I allowed myself the simple pleasure. She stopped my oral loving and ordered me to the bed upon which she had prepared a wedge shaped fabric platform. I quickly surmise my position while she moved off the stool and came beside me on the bed. My bum was pointed toward the ceiling, draped with the sharp color of red, the hose, the suspender and the tight thong.

"I want you to place my cock inside your cunny Annabelle. Can you do that for me?" 

I didn't hesitate for a moment. Somehow in this short time I had found a special way of providing others pleasure and they in turn pleasuring me. It didn't make any sense. I couldn't stall or delay this burning desire. It took over my body and mind. My soul had become female and it demanded satisfaction like a woman; deep penetration. The head of the cock slipped into me softly, due to the lube, and she paused. 

"I want you to bring your body to me, rather than me to fuck you." 

I complied and slowly eased the 18cm length into my tight bum hole. Once settled I looked back to her face, she smiled lewdly. 

"Now Annabelle, slide it outward my dear, oohh, stop, there. Now back in deeply. You can fuck us both."

"Florence please just fuck me. This is too much for my new girl mind. Just fuck me please." 

I was still looking into her eyes when she thrust her phallus fully into me. 

"Yes, please, Florence, more please." 

Her cock was plunging deep now and within a few moments I looked to her again. 

"I'm going to peak Florence, fuck me please."

We fuck each other several more times during the long late January night. I'd awake with her cock still inside me and just start rolling my hips. She would stir back to life and fuck me again. 

Early, before dawn I wanted to ask her how this had been done. How had I so easily been co-opted? I knew I'd left someone behind but I barely recalled my life from six weeks ago. At least as Florence drove me deep into a new life, now, tonight into morning I had no memories. Maybe when we woke I'd be alert and capable of reasoning and then I'd ask her. Surly she'd help center me, help me re-connect to the memories that were fading.

to be continued, 

End of Part Four



A Visit to the North Ch. 05



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.




Florence was a beauty that had left Indiana at the age of seventeen. She had met an interesting older woman and they became lovers. This mentor taught her the languages and the character of a lady during those three years. At twenty-seven she had joined Mastress. She was 173cm tall with dark hair and skin of a warm tone that implying a southern European origin. 

Mastress was in her study have a simple poached egg and her cup of London Fog, Earl Grey with a little vanilla and steamed milk. 

"So did Annabelle enjoy your attention last night Florence?" 

Florence was wearing only her robe and heels since she had just left me.

"She couldn't ejaculate the last time I fucked her. She climaxed but the sheets weren't soiled. I made love to her bottom four times Mastress. Anna should sleep until afternoon."

Florence continued as she came to stand beside Mastress, "She did dream though, talking of her woman Barbara. On another point though, I wonder if we should adjust her hormone dose lower this week?"

Mastress asked, "How quickly did her clit rise on the second stimulation?"

"Ha, immediately! But by the third she didn't stiffen. Who was the first to penetrate her while under sedation?"

Mastress considered the question, "I think I recall asking Margrette. Does it matter? I agree we'll lower the hormones a bit. She's been talking during her sleep for weeks. She seems to think her wife will want her back. In eight weeks Annabelle will be comfortable with her new couple."

Mastress was still looking out to the City, "What size cock did she have in her bum last evening?"

Florence was specfic, "15cm long, medium realskin attached to my 300 harness with the vacu attachment. She may be ready next for a large dildo but I suggest we increase her opening."



In Georgetown Michel was also early for she too wanted to understand her prey. She watched as Barbara entered the Bar but did not wave. The submissive had suggested her appearance while speaking via the phone so Michel was pretty certain. She watched as her potential new playmate removed her coat and moved to an empty stool about 10 meters from her. She thought the ivory and soft pastel pink skirt pairing quite lovely and most important this woman was beautiful with a full bosom and a great bottom.

Michel sat studying the woman for a few minutes. The opportunity to have this lovely woman for the weekend was a surprise. Their on-line chat didn't provide enough background on this Barbara. That name wouldn't do. She would call her Pia. Her submissive character was stronger than her chat had implied. This Barbara looked uneasy, maybe a little afraid. Michel would settled her down. She stood to approach her. 

"Are you waiting for me Barbara?" she said quietly to prevent the barkeep from hearing and causing a stir.

Barb was slightly surprised since she'd not seen anyone enter. "Oh, why yes, I am Barbara. You must be Mich, I mean to say Mistress?"

"Very good my beauty. Yes dear, it shall be Mistress. Come join me at my table. I only arrived a moment before. Let's seat here and talk. I will get you some wine."

"Yes please," Barbara quietly said. 

Michel sat very close to her and just looked carefully at Barbara for a minute.

"You are remarkable for the opening you've offered Barbara and I love your outfit. It makes me want to help you all the more. Do you find me equally interesting?" 

Barbara paused for a bit to consider the situation, looking into Michel's eyes, then to her breasts. She was studying the woman's character and poise as well as her dress, and the need to be a little submissive. She had a goal. Barb was excited by the woman but thought to herself quickly. 

'Stay focused Barbara, you need this woman for information.'

She looked downward and squeezed her hands tightly. She did find Michel quite intriguing. Michel was a little older than Barb, also a little taller and she looked like a size ten while Barb was still an eight. 

"Yes Mistress, you're quite beautiful. I love your satin black dress and your pearl choker." 

She hoped her compliment had come off correctly. Was she crazy or was finding me more essential then all else? The two quietly surveyed each other before a waiter had arrived. 

Michel slowly lower her hand to her lap and extended to touch Barbara's thigh near the left knee, just out of sight. Barbara jumped slightly and a soft gasp escaped her lips. The waiter was busy at the bar and still hadn't come to the table. 

Michel spoke as she slowly moved her fingers along the sub's leg. 

"I too love these true nylons. Mine are French and they tend to hang a bit loose at the ankles when we sit. It's an unmistakable detail." 

Michel's long middle finger moved over the suspender clasp and continued higher reaching Barbara's flesh above the welt. 

Michel left her fingers on Barbara's naked thigh as she spoke, "You've gone to a great deal of trouble to be here. I wonder exactly how you're handling being this close to the one you want to lead you away?"

Her finger had reached the fabric of Barb's thong. Michel couldn't miss the moisture and lightly rubbed Barb's slit through the panel. 

Michel was looking deeply into Barbara's eyes, "I know how to bring you along but there will be many changes dear."

The barkeep came near and Michel ordered a bottle of Chardonnay. Michel's fingers paused as she spoke to the barkeep. The woman left them to get the wine.

Michel's fingers moved slowly, "I love how you're showing your appreciation of our arrangements."

Michel then slipped her finger beneath the fabric of the thong and into Barb's labia folds. Barbara's breathing was sharp and she realized how wet she'd become. She was losing control of the situation.

Michel spoke slowly while her finger reached the moist opening, than she pressed her digit into Barb's pussy. 

"My slut, may we retire to my car, then home? I live quite near on the hill. Less then two blocks." 

Mistress withdrew her fingers and licked each while Barb continued to look into her eyes. "Humm, you do taste lovely Barbara." 

Barb considered that she knew nothing of the area let alone this Mistress. Her friends were away for the weekend so she couldn't call for any true help. Maybe she had to let this pass. Just drop the thought and return to Julie & Liz's apartment by herself. That was her intent when Michel lifted her fingers to Barb's mouth. Barb slightly opened her lips to taste her arousal. She could smell Michel's as well. 

"I think you're about to change your plans Barbara. Please be with me this evening. I won't bite." 

Michel stood having released the clasp of her necklace. She moved behind Barb and lifting Barb's hair placed the choker about her new sub's neck.

"This is mine just as you will be Pia."

Barb was conflicted and then she realized she was completely without the discipline to leave. To this woman she was giving free rein. She watched as Mistress sat down shifting her chair a little further away.

Barbara looked across the small table and said, "A moth to a flame I guess."

Barb had initiated this contact to resolve a plan. An investigation of how and why was her intent. But here she was without the ability to resist this slightly older beauty. Was it Michel's scent or was it her focus? She'd penetrated Barb in a public space without her resistance. Barb's thong was soaked and there was a bead of her juice slowly gliding down her thigh. She knew the arousal was apparent on her face. 

Michel reached for her purse, left some money, stood and helped Barb up. She was a bit wobbly due to the interlude and they passed the barkeep. 

"Don't you want that wine ladies?" They smiled but left and headed to the waiting limousine. 



Liz had a plan when she'd press to keep the Montreal hotel and flights. As a couple they had been to several sex clubs in DC but the ones in Quebec' were on a different level. She had researched two near to the St. James. Both were wide open meaning all type of people and fetishes would be on hand. She had Julie select their attire for the weekend and therefore Julie was game. The two sexy lovers were on an adventure in a foreign city with no responsibilities. Though Barb was a dear friend she did interfere with the girl's monthly sex charged escapades while she was living with them. A night of great sex would do them a wonder of good. 

The club's party scene didn't get underway until late evening and typically closed near dawn. The two women returned to the hotel after a quick dinner. To further invoke mystery they dressed in their selected lingerie and put on their simple wrap dresses. Liz suggested they wear the delicate black lace masks she'd found on their afternoon shopping walk. 

The revealing outfits caused some stir on the local streets, but the neighborhood was home to at least the two sex clubs so the crowd was accustom to the occasional troupe of mavericks. They arrive with another small group, which enhanced their anonymity, and they were quickly befriended, masks, long legs and sexy smiles. 

Once inside they moved about holding hands to imply a union. They're past visits to similar spaces were better when there was no ambiguity that they came as a pair. They were parading the club in only their lingerie; sheer dresses without brasseries. Each was dressed a little differently yet both wore black, except for nude high fashion hose. Julie had on a pair of Christian Louboutin 130mm black heels and her hose had a triple band welt with a keyhole at the rear seam. Liz wore full fashion hose with a silky soft lace welt held by a eight strap suspender. 

After twenty minutes they were sure their walk was complete. Any interested parties would soon approach them. They didn't try to guess who or what might happen. They allowed for only a special encounter. 

The first was an older couple that just didn't bring their blood pressure up at all. They were polite but clear. Minutes later a second couple approached and the four spoke for a moment but the woman was too submissive for this evening. Then a beautiful woman walked in, with a nearly naked man aside, him tugged along but without a leash. She might have witnessed their parade but no matter, she immediately walked toward them and spoke. 

"Hello, I'm Donna and this beauty is Douglas. We'd like to take you home for the night. It's our common practice so you can see the manager Richard if you need some kind of assurance. We hope we'll all have a grand time. My home is minutes away aside the Parc."

They both looked to each other, nodded assent and followed hand in hand back to the entrance. For this evening Liz and Julie would be this dome's subs. 

Donna had beautiful skin and bright hazel eyes, dark brown hair just passed her shoulders. Her large breasts barely held within the long black sequin gown she wore, opening with a slit to her upper thigh where Julie observed her dark hose with a welt of silver. Julie assumed Donna to be about 45 years old and a bit taller then her 173cm. 

Douglas had retrieved the women's outerwear and the manager Richard was standing near. He tipped his chin to them, while Donna climbed into her black German sedan. In the car they exchanged names and vitals, but also some cooled champagne. Good to Donna's word in five minutes the vehicle stopped and they entered an older stone house built into the side of the west slope of the Parc. There was a small cab elevator and the three women use it to arrive at the Living Room some three levels above. Douglas was there at nearly the same time having used the stairs.



Margrette stood over me when I opened my eyes the next morning. Florence was gone. I was a sticky mess and was still wearing the red lingerie from last night. I wanted to remain in the bed, and Margrette seemed to be patient with me. I did need a break, but after 30 minutes I slowly did rise and begin my toilette. She watched me and started to arrange an outfit. 

"You're to continue your catwalk exercised, then later we'll focus on social settings. Please get on the scale here."

I was now naked, my clit nearly invisible.

"Oh Anna, you've reached 60kg. Mastress will be so pleased. Here, put on your bra and panty, and these stay-ups. I'd like you wear this white hoop neck blouse and black and red pleated tartan skirt. Now slip on the Mary Jane heels. Let's sit here for a simple breakfast then we'll get started."

"But Margrette, this school outfit doesn't seem right. We were to " She cut me off.

"Manners young lady. Before we eat Annabelle lean here so that I can place my plug. Your cunny is still a little too tight and you need a little convincing." 

She slipped her lubed thumb in just a moment before pushing in her nearly 2" wide jeweled plug.

I whined a little really without reason. I simply wanted her to play with me. "Please Margrette, be gentle." 

After the small meal she produced a wide rhinestone choker with an attached leash. She placed it about my narrow neck and led me to the hall. 

"We are to move in unison Annabelle, hence the leash. Try to keep with me, about half a meter apart please. Your best strut is what I want to see." 

I looked directly at her, down her torso, and saw the clear bulge beneath her skirt. She was planning to get me to fail at this task so I worked hard to keep just so. After 20 minutes of the exercise I slipped slightly and the leash became taut.

"I told you to take care young lady." She scolded me.

"One more failure and I'll have you punished is that clear? We will practice rising up the stairway now."

"Yes my Lady," I quietly said. 

This was the first real harshness I been exposed to since becoming alert at the Estate several weeks ago. I had become accomplished walking in heels, even pairs as high as 130mm, but I hadn't used a stairway. The Mary Jane's were the easiest to wear but the leash would make this task difficult. During the third descent it happen, a slight misstep near the bottom cause me to fall slightly toward her. Margrette pulled me up while she fell against the banister. Neither of us was hurt.

"STOP now! Come off the stair and follow me." 

We entered a small room new to me with a small daybed and a cupboard in the corner just beneath a high window. 

Turning to me she said, "You could have been badly hurt." as she rubbed my shoulders. 

The feel of her hands was nice but not necessary. Then with firm pressure she pushed me to my knees, she leaning against the wall.

"This will be more fun my dear, open your mouth, take this smooth meaty cock."

I found I wanted this more than I can explain. The harnessed penis was black in color, and my lips felt the raised veils along its length. I could only take a small portion into my mouth, as it was quite thick. 

She stopped me, pulling me upward, and kissed my mouth while pulling my blouse open, and my breasts loose. Her cock brushed against my partially exposed tummy. 

"More young lady, suck me some more," she said while pulling my hair gently with one hand. I returned to one knee and the fat cock back in my mouth.

Margrette then spun me around pulling me up and leaned me over the daybed pushed the thong panel over my cheek and removed the large plug. Then she licked my opening. She didn't paused but quickly entered my un-lubed anus. The saliva coating had done enough for she entered me with one push. The head of her cock moving up within my body brought an increase of my heart. My lust was surprising. We fuck each other like this for several moments, once she slipped out and I had to reinsert the member. 

She smacked my bum playfully while holding my skirt, and then Margrette rotated to sit on the bed, her cock still deep within me. She was fucking me reverse cowgirl. More correctly I was fucking us. Her hand came around and though I was still tucked she patted my mound as we continued. In this position our passion seemed to rise quickly and her panting reached a peak as she climaxed, still within me and I released too.

"That's what happens to my bad girl when she fails to follow instructions. Down on your knees young lady. Clean my cock of your juice. We'll leave your soaked panty until later." 

I licked the fat shaft and head while also rimming her vagina. "That's a good girl but back to work. Up the stair you go."

Sometime later I heard a woman walking toward us in high heels. It was Catherine coming down the hall with a small lunch. We sat on a wood bench while Margrette shared the day's events, not sparing the sex, nor the fall. Rine got down and checked my foot, then went off to the suite. 

We heard another girl further down the hall but she was not known to me. 

Margrette simply smiled. "That one has nearly completed her preparations. You'll meet her soon."

Catherine returned with a pair of 150mm club heels with an ankle straps and a medium platform. "Your foot isn't hurt therefore we'll try a new pair. These will affect your movement and raise that tush. Walking in super high heels will challenge our lady. The sole of the platform tends to not bend which requires a different walking style. I'll put mine on as well to demonstrate the difference." 

It was the first time I seen any of the girls wearing any true high heels. They commonly wore medium chucky heels. Only 80 to 90mm. Catherine's 175cm height together with her very tall heels brought her almost to my eye level. She held my arm while Margrette reattached the leash and handed it to her. She wasn't dressed as I but still she attracted my attention. With a slow step she started our parade. The sound of heels resonated about the hall. The platform did require a change to my step and therefore my posture.



Late that night Catherine visited me as I slept. She stirred me, "Madeleine you must be prepared now. Ms. Rachel has demand that you be prepared. Get up and quickly use the toilette."

I returned in a moment. "Why at this hour are you making me so anxious?"

"Please just focus and get dressed in these." She handed me a pair of black silk stockings and a suspender, a special thong panty, and heels.

"And this negligee, oh you've not tucked correctly with that thong. Let me brush your hair," 

My hair was always their concern. They spent hours keeping my long blonde hair beautiful. I still can't imagine it. Then she moved me to the makeup desk and focused on my face, the deep tones made me look sexy and wanton. 

She quietly reviewed her work then said, "Come sit in the hall." 

We moved from my suite into the darken hall. "Here Anna, please sit on the chair."

It was quite dark as she settled me with my face toward the backrest of the chair.

"No Anna, you bum here."

She strapped my ankles to the chair's legs loosely. "Let me move the pad at your bottom." 

I was restrained from moving from the seat. She reviewed the cuffs on my wrists, my arms partially crossed.

"Miss Catherine why can't I sleep?"

She was satisfied, "Quiet or I'll have to gag you."

Finally she placed a black cloth over my eyes. The chair's pad slightly lifted my bottom off the chair's seat. 

"Stay very still and speak to no one, please Annabelle." 

Due to the cloth over my eyes the sound of Catherine's heels as she left the hall was how I knew I was alone. 

I sat for some time and due to the cuffs it was difficult to be comfortable but with the cloth in place my mind became blank and I slept. 

I didn't hear anyone approach me but I felt a subtle brush on my stocking clad right leg. A soft tongue touched the fabric covering my opening. I was now awake but remained very still. The mouth was very moist and insistent. Someone's hands moved the thong aside exposing my hole. A moist finger entered me, then a second. After a brief moment the fingers were replaced by the head of a large semi-erect penis. 




A Visit to the North Ch. 05



I felt it trying to enter but it was too large. I was penetrated again by the fingers. This time they entered me easily. The second time the head of the cock found my ring and defeated it. But the invasion stopped there. Now something entered my mouth, possibly a small phallus. No, it was a thumb, a thumb with a shaped nail. A woman's thumb started to fuck my mouth as the cock slipped from my back opening.

There was no doubt what entered my mouth next was not a female. I was open to what the thumb could do but this was an uncut cock. I tasted my juice on the very stiff penis. Again I seemed unable to resist, to cease the womanly love for cock. I was consumed with lust for this growing cock. Quickly my mouth moistened the tip and allowed it slow access to my throat. It was not thick but long enough to easily reach my gag point. 

I felt a second phallus re-enter my bum but this time it wasn't warm. It slid easily in and out of my opening. I was being fucked by two.

I coughed with the large cock in my throat but then licked it back in, inviting it to rest atop my tongue. I heard a soft feminine groan. The cock was fucking my mouth and my bottom was being penetrated by another. 

I was being controlled by two lovers who seemed to adjusted the pace and rhythm of our bodies. They paused for a moment with the member deep in my throat. The cock had swelled and my mouth was full. The tempo started to peak, and then I had a mouth full of semen, not mine. I had become a cocksucker! 

The cum was still pouring in and I couldn't shallow fast enough and the rest ran down my chin to my chest and dripped to my right breast.

There was no sound except a pair of heels receding and what may have been the pad of bare feet on the stone.

I awoke near dawn still strapped to the chair and blindfold. I was covered with crusty seed and the phallus was still in my bum. I had no control of my violation. My mouth still tasted of the semen. I was not pleasured by either the woman nor the man. I wondered why this was done. The Sisterhood chose to further shift my sense of change. Women are violated and I was now aware that I could be at will. 

to be continued, 

End of Part Five



A Visit to the North Ch. 06



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts and leave your comments.

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Mistress Donna had a splendid home with a view over the western city. There was light snow falling and someone had prepared a large fire. 

"Douglas please help our lovers feel comfortable near the fire, and ask for some drinks to be served." 

He moved about sliding a chair closer to a large sofa, then spoke on the phone a brief moment. 

Julie and Liz were feeling good about their new friend and they moved closer toward Donna on the sofa. Douglas had helped the women remove their wrap dresses and Donna's gown and they snuggled under several large soft blankets. The man sensed the growing warmth of the room and removed his shirt and shoes then lazily leaned on an ottoman nearer the fire. 

Atop a low table there were a number of large and small phallus. Julie picked up one and began reviewing its shape and weight and a conversation began regarding the beauty of cock. 

Donna spoke to Julie, "So you love both sex's my dear. You look wonderful with a cock! Please come nearer." 

Julie rose and her heels sounded on the stone resonating in the space. Julie paused noticing the blowing snow over the City from Donna's glazed room. 

"So much beauty no matter where I look." 

Donna said, "Your bum looks so inviting wrapped by those garters dear. The three welt bands on your hose are like icing on a cake. Douglas would you please come here and hold Julie's bum just so?"

Julie felt him shift her bottom so Donna could reach the clef from her position. Now standing erect Julie bent at the waist laying atop Douglas as Donna's tongue slid inside her thong panty and ran down from the upper clef to the rose opening. 

"Douglas would love gliding into this little flower my dear. You taste fresh and your rose softens under my tongue's penetration. Clearly a well-used sex toy Liz. How often are you in here my dear?"

Liz answered by moving near to Donna and placing her hand between Donna's open thighs, teasing her new friend. 

"We're in love and share all of our adventures," then she pushed open the older woman's thighs and lowered her mouth to Donna's exposed sex. 

Douglas turned and started kissing Julie's breasts and neck then moved her slightly allowing him to push his tongue into her willing mouth. Julie dropped the phallus and grabbed his instead, rigid with his intent. She decided it was hers for now while the other women kissed and stroked each other. Douglas had a modest cock, not too thick but a nice length, nearly 9", and she immediately considered her rose hole as a good place to put it. He was enjoying her tongue on his hard cock but willingly wet her opening, positioned his strong helmet and slowly entered Julie's back opening. 

"Oh, oh, Mistress Donna I'm in her already, and she's so tight!" 

The others looked over, Donna in surprise. "I haven't allowed Douglas in a tight hole in over six months. The males in this City feel a rosebud is their right. They'll fuck your ass everyday if not managed. Julie you'll spoil him!"

"His beautiful cock is just right in here Donna. It might just be the best place for this cock. Ooh that's just right, move a little to the back, yes that's a good boy, now push in baby." 

"Julie loves when I can nurse our longer toys way deep! She comes with extra juice when we do that," said Liz as she moved to nurse on Donna breasts.

Donna seconded Liz's thought, "Fat cocks can't help you there dear." 

Donna entered Liz with her long fingers, sliding about near her g-spot. Quickly the girls were both near release and Douglas started to increase his tempo as Julie responded with a squeal.

"Liz he's fucking me, hold my hand, baby, I'm going to come, uuugh!"

Douglas pulled out of Julie's hole and shot his seed upward. Julie didn't enjoy cum from most men but she used her finger to bring several dollops to her mouth, then she kissed Douglas, sharing the seed. 

"You taste sweet you cutie." 

Donna had Liz near and grabbed the phallus put to the side and used it fuck Liz to a climax. Panting from her orgasm Liz moaned and grabbed the rubber toy and cleaned it with her tongue. 

"Here Donna, a bit of cock for you," Liz said.

The four continued into the dawn. Douglas had fucked each woman but they had stuffed him with one of the smaller cocks while they played in a circle of pussy. The four fell to a deep sleep until early afternoon. Julie awoke with Douglas' cock on her breast. She stirred him to attention. 

The afternoon they were busy with cleansing and dressing.

I awoke near dawn back in my suite and I was alone for the first time since I'd become aware of my situation nearly seven weeks ago. The suite was quiet so I quickly dressed in a simple wrap and low-heeled slippers. I couldn't find pair of flats so I'd have to be careful walking in the low light. Uncertain of the hour I just wanted a look around so I left the suite and walked quietly down the hall. 

Beyond the laundry I'd used I saw the hall continued. I passed two doorways that reassembled the entry to my suite but the doors were shut. Then I came to crossing with a second hall. I saw sunlight near so I move toward a doorway. It was open on a suite very similar to mine but with different furnishing. From the bathe I hear the soft sound of a shower and carefully moved through the dressing room and watched but didn't enter. 

A girl was rinsing her hair and then she turned to close the water faucet. Since I wasn't in the space I thought I was concealed and watched her swing open the door and step to a matt wrapped in a large towel. I noted immediately it was the girl I seen previously washing her undergarments.

Her figure and wet hair looks so sensual I began to become aroused, and not being restricted by a thong, my clitty began to rise, causing my dress to tent. She was beautiful, less than 30 years old, not quite skinny but thin with perfect medium sized breasts. Her areolas were large and of a deep color. She was a gorgeous woman quietly finishing her cleansing. I watched her for a few moments until she noted my presence and froze, tightly wrapping her body within the large towel. She looked a bit frighten until she recognize me.

"You're not to be with me Annabelle. Go away before we're discovered and you're punished." 

I didn't move nor speak. I thought I needed to find out why we were to be punished. I had only taken an early walk. I watched her subtle movement and wanted to touch her. 

"Why would I be punished? And what's your name, since you know mind? You are so beautiful. Please at least share your name with me? Why can't I seem to find the will to leave this place? Please help me to understand won't you?"

She looked at me with a perplexed stare, paused a moment then spoke but in a near whisper, "They will not be happy you've entered my suite. They may be severe with you to teach you a lesson. I'm worried for you."

She stood not moving but continued, "You really don't want to leave the Estate or you would have weeks ago. There are no true guards, no locked doors you couldn't get passed. And look at yourself Annabelle. You are a beautiful woman. I have been here for over ten weeks and haven't been beaten or hurt. 

She stepped closer, "I do recall some of my past but it doesn't figure in my future so I've let it go. I'm now called Sofia. I am aware that I have been transfigured while I've resided here. I can't share any more details but I'd like to at least have you come nearer so that we could hug, as sisters, since that I know is what we've become. Distance but still related somehow. You'll understand more about why and how during the following weeks I'm sure."

She approached me, dropping the large white towel. I saw her full nakedness, her breasts and narrow waist, her, well, what use to be her penis. I was small as well when I left the shower but Sofia was tiny. She hugged me for more then several seconds and I started to become aroused. Sofia moved slightly away, then paused, and gently reached to grasp my cock.

"You feel good to me, your clit is perfect. She dropped to her knees on the discarded towel and took me into her mouth. I was surprised both by her ability and the earnest focus on my rising release. She pulled me closer and I felt her enter me with two fingers of her left hand. A moment later I came in her mouth. 

"You taste good Annabelle, but such a short squirt," as she swallowed my seed. 

"I wish I could take you, here in my bed, but I know Rachel would be unpleasant. They monitor the sleeping room with cameras and sound. She may not know of my pleasuring you. Please keep this between us." 

She stood and moved to hug me again. "It's so good to hug you Annabelle. I wish you, " 

There was a noise from the hall and Sofia move back toward the bathe. "Please go now, before they get here."

Having the hunks complete an initiation wasn't standard but Rachel suggested the idea to Mastress regarding Sofia. She seemed so settled but the client had been specific: bisexual enjoyment. Since arriving Sofia had the pleasure of all six women, but they needed to see her with male. Rachel felt she should be on hand to coax her and assure success. Seth hadn't been with a candidate in over ten months and Lee had been handling Emily for several weeks. Rachel had placed a small cage on Lee since Emily seemed to be capable of twisting his focus toward pleasing her. 

Another consideration was the size of Seth's cock. Many might fear this adventure. The girls had all had him but only occasionally and with some consequence; they couldn't move well afterward. Rachel wasn't worried but needed to adjust Sofia's routine; a larger plug would be necessary. She immediate visited her suite, found an appropriately shaped devise and walked down the hall to find Sofia naked from her shower. 

"Did I hear you speaking?"

No Mistress Rachel, I was singing though." 

"I'm happy to see you're relaxed Sofia. Please move to the tub edge and sit on the sill for a moment please." 

Rachel applied the lubed to the large conic shaped plug thoroughly. 

"Just think of something soft for a moment." Rachel slowly opened the girl, backed off and then again. Three attempts brought the jeweled end to its resting spot. She kissed Sofia.

"Continue your dressing. I'll see you a bit later," and she was gone.

A few days later Rachel had set the transfer for mid March. She felt Sofia could have at least two events with Seth and have sufficient time to recover. Suzanne had been working with her during the past two days to further expand her cunny in preparation. She'd even wiggled a 30cm long dildo into her depth on one occasion. 

Several days later Sofia was very talkative with Margrette. 

"I love the sex with all of you girls but, " she paused and Margrette looked to her. 

"Will they give me any chance to be with a man? I'm so happy with how my body responds to your touch, but to look this way, to feel this way, as a woman I feel I need to at least feel a real man. Have him enter me like you've done. It must be different, I mean, please let me have at least one real cock!"

Margrette smiled but said nothing. Later she reported to Rachel the exchange. 

"Lee could fuck her, I mean, he's who I think should be the first," Margrette said. 

Rachel went to Mastress and discussed the escort changes for Emily. "It's one night and I think it's important." 

Later the next afternoon Catherine came to Sofia's suite. 

"Please prepare yourself dear. This evening I will visit you with a male friend," she smiled at Sofia, turned and left.

Sofia spent an hour arranging her evening outfit, than she cleansed and showered. She had developed superior skill with her makeup, once guided by Florence. She was finished dressing when she heard a light knocking. Sofia reached for her heels, slipped the pumps on and went to the door but it wasn't Rine. 

"Good evening dear Sofia. My name is Lee and Mastress has asked me to spend some time with you." 

He paused and looked her up and down. "You look beautiful. Please twirl for me Sofia." 

Sofia was smiling as she completed a second spin and grabbed Lee's right hand. 

"This way my dear Mr. Lee." 

Once within the suite and the door shut Sofia moved to him and kissed him. The soft beard was reassuring to her femininity. It's roughness in counterpoint to her smooth skin. She reached for his pant clasp and the material dropped to the floor. Her hand reached the semi-erect phallus. 

"This is exactly what I need Mr. Lee." 

She looked into his eyes, "May I please suck your cock?" 

He didn't stop her dropping to her knees, her mouth immediately engulfing the warm semi-erect cock. The girl was so engaged in the blowjob Lee had to stop her before he might spill his seed in her mouth. She motioned him to the edge of the bed. While Lee stood with his bottom on the bed she approached him, turning about slowly as she removed her dress and dropped the chemise and brassiere from her shoulders. 

"I'm going to put your hot meat in my cunny now." 

Sofia grabbed his stiffness as she stood tight to his chest, her breasts rubbing on his smooth skin. Her hand moved the cock to the panel of her thong and rubbed the base of her clit. 

"Not like this dear man," she turned about quickly still wearing her suspender and hose, and pulled the thong material away from her rosebud and allowed his cock to enter her opening in one motion. There she paused. 

"Remember to let me fuck you Mr. Lee. You're helmet is within me, in my warm soft bottom." 

She moved her hips in a circular motion without allowing the cock lose. 

"Now I'll fuck you, fuck me with your deep cock." She bent to touch her hands to her knees and ran them down her hose covered legs to the heels. She grabbed the pointed heels for stability and started to bounce on his cock. 

"I'll fuck us both Mr. Lee, I'll push your hot hard cock inside my cunny, I'll press the head against the walls of my cunny, I'll drive your meat deep into my cunny dear Mr. Lee." She fucked like this for minutes then halted to relish the feel of his cock. Standing with the cock still secure in her canal. 

"Now I want you to pick me up, yes hold my thighs Mr. Lee, yes and now you fuck us." 

She started to peak as soon as he had her settled in his arms. Sofia's back was against his chest and she was caressing her breasts, and panting loudly, her breasts now bouncing and her wails stirred him to increase his pace, his cock was near ready and Sofia knew it. 

"Don't stop I want, your seed, deep inside me, all of it, fuck me Mr. Lee, fuck, fuck, Fuck me!" and Sofia climax as a woman on her first cock.

Lee remained still, his cock still settled in her bottom. "I love having you inside me Mr. Lee. Please, let's do that again." 

The cock slipped from her opening and his seed started to ooze down Sofia's thigh. He dropped her legs and she stood but still against his chest. With her hand she scooped the flow and placed it in her mouth. Turning to him she lowered herself to her knees. With her hand at her bottom she collected the remaining spunk and lathered his cock. 

"I'll get you ready for my cunny Mr. Lee. This is the perfect lube." 

Barb had found something new when she decided to let Michel lead her from the bar. Once in the car Michel directed the driver and they were moments later entering her home, via the second doorway at the back. This was a palatial older Georgetown house from the 1850's on N Street. Now lit with the twilight glow of late winter the two women walked slowly through the large classically decorated rooms, mounted the stair and entered the large master suite. Michel walked to the window overlooking the street and sat on the wide sofa motioning her sub to do as well. Barb seemed to sense the next action was this dome's so she sat on the edge of the cushion her knees inflicted toward Michel.

"You were so kind to be moist for me back at the bar. Had you not responded I'd have left you there. You've not been in a D and S relationship have you Barbara?" 

She touched Barb's knee gently awaiting her. Barb decided to simply nod, her arousal hadn't decreased, and she in fact felt near to a release just sitting beside Michel. The woman's purpose was emphatic yet unspoken. 

"Please slide to the carpet in front of me dear. I need to give you a new name while you're here with me. I do not like Barb and Barbara is too long and not sufficiently elegant. May we settle on Pia? Humm?"

Barb nodded again and just that simply she became Michel's submissive lesbian named Pia. Michel opened her thighs, slowly watching Pia, who moved to her knees and lightly lifted Michel's dress hem to expose the welts of her stockings. Pia lowered her face to Michel's legs, rolling her head to rest on her Mistress's lap.

"We'll take this slowly Pia, but now I want you to stand near the window facing me and remove your garments. You are my late holiday present my girl."

Pia stood and moved as directed and slowly released the back of her skirt, which fell lightly to the carpet. Michel gasped when she saw the lovely lingerie Pia wore, borrowed from Julie, yet the pale white so innocent. Together with her soft brown hair at the shoulder Pia looked like a perfect sub. Her stockings clung tight to the wearer, clasped by the six suspenders. Both women could see the drops of moisture running down Pia's inner thigh. Her legs on show and her body presented to her Mistress Pia wondered how she could ever exist without the feelings she was presently aware of. She realized that she wanted this beauty to find her completely and utterly within her control. The sex between her thighs had told them both this fact: Pia was a submissive and would do anything demanded of her by Michel. Her intricate lace panty was soaked. Pia was committed and her Mistress knew so as well.

Pia removed her blouse exposing the shelf brassiere with her ample bosom barely restrained, she heard Mistress moan softly again. 

"Come here Pia." 

Michel reached for her, pulling her nearer still by her left wrist, and once again slid her fingers into Pia's moist body. Pia tried to stay still as Michel reached upward inside her pussy and rubbed her g-spot, but the beginnings of her orgasm were underway. Pia was shaking from the excitement initiated in the bar. Pia rolled and fell slightly to the edge of the sofa while Mistress continued to massage the soft gland deep within her pussy. Her release, more an explosion, was unbelievable. Pia had never experience anything like her climax due to Michel's stimulation. 

As Pia stopped convulsing, Michel removed her fingers, covered in the juice that Pia released, and brought them first to her own mouth, then pushed them into Pia's mouth.

"Now lets just get settled into my bed for the evening. I hope you're hungry dear. But I need to install some device that clarifies your position." 

She stood and walked toward a special chest of drawers, an antique, possibly French, and opened a middle drawer. Pia couldn't see the various objects clearly but she did hear the clang of metal. Mistress returned with a stainless steel anal plug. She moistened the tip with her mouth but nodded to Pia to move atop the bed edge.

"You are now to be in my care Pia. Spread your cheeks dear." 

Reaching to her clef Pia felt the cool object enter first her pussy where Michel tuned it about to lubricate the surface. Then moving it slightly lower Michel pushed the probe fully into her sub's upturned tight bottom.

Sometime later Rachel reviewed the security films and had seen me leaving Sofia's room. After scolding Sofia she returned to attend to my discipline.

Pulled me along by my hair out to the hall, "Maybe we've not told you explicitly to stay out of this hall Annabelle but I'll clarify. You are to leave Sofia alone. Is that understood my little slut? She is NOT for your pleasure, am I making myself clear?" 




A Visit to the North Ch. 06



I nodded and she released my hair. "Follow me young lady."

I protested, "But I'm anything but a 'young lady' Ms. Rachel." I said sarcastically. 

"I can't remember a lot of my life but I do know I'm well past thirty years old. You all seemed to have a good grip on me and have altered much of what I was. I mean I'm clearly not a man at this point. As well as that may be I haven't found the strength to assert myself during the passed weeks. Please let me understand why, I mean, give me some explanation of this," I said waving my arms across my shapely body.

Rachel turned her head to me, contemplating my rant for a moment. Just as we were approaching the hall crossing she stopped and settled onto the bench. 

"Sit with me."

"You could or should I say, can leave the Estate if you'd like Annabelle. Arrangements we've set would have to be altered but we'd chosen you because you were ready for these life changes. Can you see another course at this point? You've developed the body most thirty year old women crave. You're a unique sexy gender ready for sharing yourself with ether sex willingly. Yes there were some changes done without your assent but I'm pretty certain somewhere in that beautiful head was a thought to be more femme'." 

She stood and paced as she continued, "So you need to settle your position and allow what is to be. That's all I'll offer you at this moment. Please return to your suite. Suzanne awaits you to start your toilette, please move now." 

Rachel simply left me. A moment later I stood up and walked along the hall. I entered my suite to find Suzanne sitting at the makeup table. She turned and watched me enter the bathe.

She was dressed differently, not like the usual morning dress and in low heels. I looked at her as I removed my wrapped, slipped off the slippers, then focused on my bathe. Each time I cleaned myself I discovered something new about my body, how my little cock could still get big when necessary, or how the water directed to my breasts could get me aroused, yet not hard. As a guy I couldn't separate the two, but as a woman I could actually orgasm without my clit being touched let alone being erect.

Suzanne was standing by the shower with a large soft towel when I was finished. Saying nothing she gently blotted me dry. Taking my hand, we entered the dressing. Then I studied her, the hair and makeup were not typically for the assistants and she was in tall black heels and an elegant dress. She had even worn earrings and a pearl necklace. I noticed she had set out a black lingerie set, a mid length dress, dark stockings and black heels. This dressing was more involved and she directed me to sit and started a base foundation and then prepared my face and applied makeup. Touching my lips with a deep red stain, not a wax lipstick, I wondered but didn't comment. 

Rachel's talk had kept me focused on the possible alternatives she'd suggested. Could I truly leave this place? Did I feel a need to be away from these women? Could I, should I returned to New York and start a life as a woman?

When she'd completed my makeup and dressed me in the outfit she brushed my hair and applied a parfum at my neck and wrists, ankles and lifting the dress hem the top of my butt cleft. 

"You have a special visit and question is to be settled today. It may be that you will be ravaged this day Annabelle," she stopped a moment and seemed to consider the next words carefully, "but only after a , " 

She'd seemed to want to say more but ceased. "Oh, I almost forgot your plug."

Quiet now she stood back implying my action to stand. Aware of the height of these new heels I started to move slowly, but she pressed lightly but with purpose on my hip, so I started to walk as I'd been instruction, at a 'runway pace' out of the bedroom. We moved to the hall, our heels clicking, and she stopped me a the bench in the hall crossing. 

"Sit her Annabelle, on the wooden bench." 

Suzanne knelt and touched my thighs, moving the dress fabric aside. Rubbing the naked flesh near the welt of my hose, then moving higher to my taut mound she spoke. 

"Annabelle you will rest here for ten minutes after I leave you. Then you shall walk to the end of the hall and enter the large room on the left. See the clock on the wall there?"

I sat watching her disappear down the long hall, her heels sounding after she had turned. My thong was moist.

End of Part Six

to be continued.



A Visit to the North Ch. 07



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts as Annabelle and Pia's lives continue to evolve. Please leave your comments.

*****

The weekend continued for Pia and Michel. The new relationship with her Mistress was all Barbara, or Pia could see. She had shared part of our history focusing on our marriage and her work situation but held back my disappearance two months before. Saturday they eaten a simple lunch, cleaned and dressed each other. While doing so Mistress suggested they try on several outfits, Pia acquiesced, allowing her domme to assemble their dress and accessories. When each was made-up Michel called for her car. They were going out. 

Her Mistress placed a thin collar about Pia's neck and attached a simple chain. 

"Don't you fret dear, I'll take care and protect you," and Pia nodded her assent.

They arrived at a large house somewhere across the river in Virginia. Walking to the door with Pia just behind her Mistress they were met by a maid and escorted to a large sunlit room. A moment later a woman entered and Michel stood to greet her warmly.

"Marley! So good to see you so soon." 

They kissed with evident affection, and then Michel indicated with a slight nod her leash.

"Well look at what you have, on a leash no less." This woman was clearly in charge. 

Stepping nearer she said, "She is quite beautiful Michel, but we need to get her diet controlled. She looks to be a bit too heavy for your needs correct? But nice hair, maybe a little too dark don't you think?"

Pia listen to them speak about other matters but was struck by her situation. She actually felt comfortable. She stood simply watching and took a moment to study Marley. A slightly younger woman of medium height, though in heels she was at least 170cm, a bit shorter than Pia. She could be in her mid-thirties or a bit over forty, slim and able to wear a size four. Her hair was up and looked dirty blonde in color. Marley spoke with a soft French accent but her English didn't reveal this, more the manner and sound of her speech.

"Let's proceed to the upper suite shall we? Pia please lead the way." With her leash in Michel's hand Pia started toward the stair.

"No, no no, Pia, you're never to be ahead of your Mistress. I simply meant for you to stand and await the tug of the leash. We do need some lessons Michel, she so uncouth. But don't you worry Pia we've all afternoon." 

Upon reaching the suite Michel handed the chain to Marley who tugged lightly leading Pia with Michel close to the wall of glass overlooking the garden. 

"Now dear Pia I'd like you to undress Michel," Marley said as she dropped the leash.

Pia moved to her Mistress and released the clasp at the dress back, unzipping the garment.

"I want you to slowly remove her garments."

She sensed what was expected. She then slid the lightweight wool dress off Mistress' shoulders allowing it to reach the floor. Michel slightly stepped out of the soft fabric and Pia turned and placed it on a hanging rack. Turning back to Mistress she noticed Marley seated near with her knees crossed and stocking covered legs extend. Her heels were indeed tall, but her feet small for a woman of her height. Mistress' chemise was next and when removed revealed to Marley the beautiful brassiere and suspender. Marley giggled lightly when she saw Michel's mound wasn't covered by a panty and without even a slight tuft of hair.

"Pia you have a beautiful Mistress, please escort her to me."

Realizing the scene fully now Pia stepped to her Mistress' side and touching her elbow moved with Mistress to Marley's seat. Marley immediately extended her fingers to Michel's moist pussy. 

"Now please remove your outfit my dear. I hope you're as naked as Michel." 

Pia was wearing a button blouse and A-line skirt so was able to remove both without aid. She stepped out of the skirt on the floor, bent at the knee to fold and set it aside. She hadn't yet removed her chemise, which was soft beige satin. As she stood she slid the straps from her shoulders and the chemise fell to the carpet. She worn no thong and Marley took note. 

"Good Michel, you're both shaved. I like my girls cleaned of hair. Pia, please stand here," she pointed next to Michel. 

The training afternoon proceeded, Michel instructed as well as Pia. Marley was a true domme' and Michel in need of supervision. They discuss plans to trim Pia of the 5kg she didn't need and made an appointment to visit a salon the following Monday afternoon with Marley. 

Marley had some white wine served while they moved to the bed. Marley asked Pia to help her remove her dress. Presenting her nakedness for she worn no lingerie. Marley reached for Pia, her new friend, rotating her hips and had Pia lay on her back. She motioned for Michel to love Pia's breasts as Marley kissed Pia softly on her mound sliding her fingers into Pia's moist opening. After a moment Marley turned her hand and therefore her fingers upward to massage the upper wall. Pia responded immediately as though unaware of this stimulus. 

"I hope you realize Pia we're here without a cock so we need to find each others sweet spot. Humm?"

Pia was moaning as Marley continued to rub her G-spot. Mistress was attending to her soft full breasts, licking and nibbling the nipples repeatedly. Pia felt the rush beginning, while Marley moved her other hand near Pia's rosebud and slightly inserted the tip of her long middle finger. 

"That's my girl, cum on my hand. Yes, Pia cum now!" 

Pia entire body exploded and her pussy oozed. She could feel the moisture she released, running down to her bottom. She was certain she'd never experienced an orgasm like it. She quivered for some minutes while held by Mistress and softly licked by Marley. 

Later the three parted and Pia rode back with her Mistress. Marley insisted that the sub have her pussy settled atop a large fat dildo with a flared tab to prevent it from being expelled. Marley had also bound Pia's hands with a leather strap further assuring the dildo remained in place. Mistress had to help her sub into the house. 

In the late evening Pia received only a protein drink before retiring to Michel's cozy bed. Marley had been exacting and Pia understood what to expect as well as what was expected of her. Due to their sexual exertions both fell naked into a calm sleep quickly after removing their lingerie.

Saturday afternoon Michel had helped Pia prepare a note to her friends that would allow Pia to focus on Mistress' needs uninterrupted for forty-eight hours. Michel had trained half a dozen younger women during the past few years to try and meet her needs. Pia's intense focus was on a different level altogether, possibly due to her maturity? She seems to be just ahead of Michel's libido, knowing when to present her breasts for the paddle, or her pussy for a phallus. Michel penetrated Pia many times with her long steel toy and other phallus. All day and Saturday evening the sub wanted all the variations Michel could muster.

They awoke Sunday well past noon with Michel's strap-on still within Pia's pussy. Their lingerie was strewn about and Pia's hose were laddered. 

She immediately turned to kiss Mistress saying, "I don't know where this place in my mind was hiding these past years. You've stirred me deeply Mistress. Please continue to use me, loving me as you see fit. I'll do anything you want to remain here by your side and in your care."

Michel looked at Pia for some moments before she spoke. She was assessing her prerogatives that Pia had just laid bare. This was a beautiful woman yet could she maintain an affair without cock near? Was Pia capable of executing what she'd just offered, complete submission to Michel's sex? 

"I said we'd take it slow Pia. I now wonder if you can seriously work to meet my every whim? Could I push you to share this body, alter your body? I have many needs and the resources to accomplish them. You haven't told me enough about your circumstances to allow me full and unfettered control. Can you share some of your past with me, to help me understand from where your commitment arises from?"

"Oh Mistress isn't my being here just enough? I need go nowhere nor consult anyone."

"I can't believe your statement Pia. Your hand shows evidence of a recent band on the left fourth digit. You were married, or somehow committed."

Pia, looked down and touched her Mistress' pussy saying, "But that was the past and is well outside my control, so it doesn't matter now. Please allow me to stay with you."

Michel considered another moment as Pia slipped her tongue into her Mistress' pussy. It was possible she'd unlocked a character that was concealed. She was truly enjoying Pia but she needed more information to feel comfortable altering this woman's life path. 

"I can't expend the energy to advance our relationship without understanding your history Pia. I won't commit to then watch you find sometime new to turn your attention elsewhere."

Pia realized Michel was correct. She had to be forthcoming to this new lover or how could Mistress trust her. She considered telling an alternative tale, one not focused on her present marital situation, maybe just revised to protect her previous goal in seeking out a domme'? 

"Yes I understand we must be frank and trust each other to allow us to take our relationship beyond, what I mean to say, allow me to become yours."

Michel considered this an important statement; she would speak of her past to allow Pia to become more comfortable. 

"I was married to splendid man for twenty years. He was very wealthy due to a family company he'd sold. We spent all of our time with each other, but it was a different type of marriage. He was significantly a submissive both in public life and as a lover. After about four years of trying to deny his character he revealed to me how he truly felt. The story is long but to the point he had a transgender interest that when he completed the sale of the company he'd allowed to bloom. As many of these beautiful creatures do he'd purged his collection of feminine garments many times and held himself in check during those first four years. I'd selected him, he knew this. Without awareness of this general character but I knew he was submissive. Had I known of his cross-gender behavior I might still have loved and married him."

Pia was surprised by the nature of her Mistress' marriage. She considered whether she may speak but was silent. 

Marley continued, "So his femme' self came slowly out, first to me and in bed, than to our mutual friends. Five years afterward we'd even attend major social affairs as a lesbian couple, though only the initiated knew his true sex. He or I should say she, would on occasion invite males to the house for the sole purpose of fucking us both. I really enjoyed some of these overnight events. Having a willing cock to attend to as well as her mouth to keep me clean and stimulated. Many males just don't know how to bring a woman off as I'm certain you've discovered."

Pia thought to ask how Mistress had adjusted to dressing with her husband, whether for sex or daily. Did she just one day decide to accept him or her? This thought was withheld as Michel continued. 

"I should have mentioned the now obvious, he was a beautiful man and even a beautiful woman. With care she was able to pass without note. She visited a salon twice a month, I'd go along just once a month, and we'd have a full treatment. We lived well and traveled as a couple. She was an amazing friend as well as sexually exciting."

Pia noted the pause but her questions had been settled.

Michel looked away a moment then reaching for Pia, "I'd like to hope we could share our life's but we need time to understand how and what we can be to each other my Pia." 

Again she paused.

"You're so good to submit, even stilling your questions Pia. She died just two over years ago, a heart defect caused her sudden passing. I was at least near and saw her before. It's been very difficult to move beyond simply coping and begin anew to live Pia." Michel was teary eyed as she finished.

Pia had a quiet Sunday afternoon with her Mistress and the two spent most of the following Monday with Marley at the salon. Pia was excited to allow these two beauties to take her on this adventure. They changed the style and her hair color but the length remained at the shoulders. The techs addressed her nails and used some time to illustrate a new group of cosmetics that would help her in the new role of Mistress' sub. She hadn't thought about returning to Liz and Julie's until she and Mistress returned to Georgetown. 

Pia had discussed with Mistress her recent trip to Montreal, her employment leave, and her friends Julie and Liz. She'd still withheld that I'd been taken, implying I was traveling overseas. She realized she had to bring the subject up since her spirit needed to be completely forthright with Mistress. She wanted to return to Michel's Tuesday but Michel had told her earlier Monday morning that she needed to be further informed about her personal situation if Pia wanted to continue to see her, and she might not be allowed even this coming weekend. She had spent a few moments redressing in the clothing borrowed from Julie. Late Monday afternoon she asked Mistress to sit with her.

"I need your guidance Mistress with a personal problem." 

Pia was near the large window looking out. She spoke without turning and walked to sit on the sofa.

"You may ask me anything Pia. I would loved to be of help." 

Michel had been standing brushing her hair and sorting some garments in the dressing room, but set this aside and came into the room to sit beside Pia.

"I can't explain how you've taken my mind Mistress. I'd never considered myself a true submissive. Many women are towards their husband, and now I see I can be so with you. But something has happen recently that may have caused me to look for a different, maybe a more stable relationship, where I was cared for."

Pia was near tears, "You see, when I was in Montreal recently my husband of almost ten years just disappeared." 

She continued the recent history leaving only her reason for connecting with Michel last week concealed. Michel listened intently and realized the scale of this unusual event.

"So you're not certain he'll ever return, and you're digging only opened up more uncertainty. Your leap regarding his abduction by an abusive someone seems a little crazy though. Most of us who enjoy alternative lifestyles do so with complete awareness. Nothing sinister typically would occur without assent. That said running off without money and shoes seems strange. I suggest you return to your friends and contact the tech doing the special processing of the digital files."

Pia agreed and they embraced Michel saying, "Let's meet for lunch on Wednesday here in Georgetown OK dear? I so enjoyed your attention these past few days. You are becoming special in my life." 

She kissed Pia deeply and hugged the submissive Pia had become.

- - - -

Liz and Julie were glad to see Barb when she arrived at the apartment after 6pm. They had worked Monday but had wondered all day what might have become of her. They were surprised by her new look, the strong blonde and the fullness was becoming but still a surprise. 

Julie noted the makeup "You look a bit younger with this treatment, and you seem to glow too."

The girls withheld their ribald weekend story for Barb clearly needed to talk. She began with the information she discovered on my Mac, than told them of her weekend with Michel. They moved beside her and hugged as she reviewed her development of her submissive persona. 

Liz remarked, "I've always seen a bit of it within you Barb, or are we to call you Pia as well?"

Barbara hadn't considered the name after she left Michel's. 

"I don't think so, if I'm truly a sub she should decide that detail I guess." 

Immediately they all laughed.

"Yeah Honey, you're her sub alright" said Julie. 

"And you should contact the digital tech right away, shoot, why not now? Didn't he say 'call anytime'? You have the cell. Let's call Barbara." 

She realized Julie was right and stood to gather her bag and get the phone. He did have news, and would send the file via e-mail immediately. 

Liz spoke "Let's get a glass of wine OK?"

Barb had the tech send the file to Julie's account and she had already started the download. She clicked on the file and the media player started. 

"Wow girls come look at this. Oh Barbara!"

She and Julie scurried over to the monitor where Liz had restarted the video file. It was very grainy but showed a group of people, maybe three, dressed in dark clothes and hoodies, closing up a large van and leaving the street. A second later there was a fuzzy image, a zoomed view of the truck, but it was so fuzzy they could barely recognize the bodies and the truck make was inconclusive. The file was just too pixelated. The time imprint indicated 10:24pm, but then Liz realized this image wasn't of the block where the event had occurred. 

"This film is of the rear of the building not where the shoes were found. All this will provide the Police is the direction they traveled and possibly a license number." 

Barb disagreed, "This shows that an abduction did occurred, they're moving about with purpose and rapidly leaving the scene. The van even slides about when it starts off. I have to go to Montreal tomorrow."

Liz offered to go along but suggested they forward the file to the attorney right away and call her before proceeding. Barb agreed and Julie did so. Five minutes later Barb's cellphone rang, it was Cynthia Parsons. 

"Yes Barbara this is a good development but I have to caution you, the Police will watch the film but it may proved useless because the tech had to re-work it aggressively to extract the images. They'll be suspicious of work done in the States. But I'll get our local guys to re-process their copy focusing on this portion and see what it produces. They'll at least be looking for this scene and can re-create the DC produced version. The camera was not focused on the block hence the really poor quality of the image. Can you give me few days to push this both with the local tech and the Police?"

"I'm still coming north. I'll plan to arrive Friday morning OK?"

"That's a good plan Barbara. I'll see you at 10:30am OK?"

Liz was already booking the flight for two and was on the Hotel website. "Julie did you want to come along, we could . . "

"No way Liz, we both would get misdirected and therefore be less helpful."

Barbara said, "I need to contact Michel. Or maybe I'll just wait until our planned lunch Wednesday."

"Could one of us accompany you Wednesday? I'd like to meet this special lady with 'Pia'!" Julie said.

"I'm unsure that's the correct etiquette Julie. She may be harsh when surprised, or worst," said Barb.

Liz jump in, "You're really into this new role baby. We can be supportive and will be presented to Mistress, humm that sounds like fun. But we need to keep focused."

They decided all would attend the lunch but only Pia would be present. The girls would watch from across the dining room until Michel understood the recent developments in the disappearance.

Barbara was worried about this new plan but the girls convinced her it was the only intelligent move. They needed Michel to completely understand where 'Pia' stood. Barb couldn't live without this new dimension in her life. Maybe her sexuality was leading her yet she couldn't leave me lost. The film had shown enough to continue the search. She'd arranged to meet Michel at a restaurant in Georgetown. The girls would be there but would observe from a nearby table.




A Visit to the North Ch. 07



Mistress had given Pia explicit instructions during their conversation Tuesday. Pia had completed the errands and on Wednesday morning dressed in the new outfit. The skirt and heels were just adorable yet the lingerie aroused Pia just holding the thin garments. She felt the sheer blouse was too immodest but couldn't resist her Mistress so she dressed quietly then walked into the apartment living room to the surprise of Liz and Julie. 

"Oh girl that's a bit revealing for a twelve-thirty lunch in Georgetown!" Liz moved to Barb's side. 

"Maybe a sweater Barb?" 

"Mistress was clear, and I need her help so I, I mean we, need to maintain the respect she requires." 

"But Barb we can see your areolas quite clearly, though the bra is extraordinary the lace does nothing to conceal your breasts Honey."

She simply went to the foyer and collected her coat. The others were dressed for their later business, but still a bit sexy, as they felt their introduction was essential. Michel needed to feel in command not on the defense when she met the three of them. Barb had explained the basic protocol she wished for the meeting and they had agreed to act appropriately.

"Mistress has my attention. Liz, and Julie, you need to be aware of her requirements. If she chooses to humiliate me so be it. If she demands that I get on my knees under the table I will do as she desires. You both agreed to cooperate, so if she commands you in any way I need you to listen and conform, agreed?"

Liz looked to Julie, they had discussed this last evening, "Yes, Barb we'll follow as necessary."

Liz had ordered a black car to drive them to the restaurant on M street. It was mild and overcast, so they wore their coats loosely. The driver opened the door to allow the three to exit the Lincoln. Liz was first and nearly exposed her panty as she shifted and stood. The man enjoyed the next two ladies legs and heels but was so distracted he failed to have the receipt signed and just watched them enter the building.

The maitre d' at the desk asked if they needed a table for three but Barb had moved quickly to the cloakroom then turned and left them. She had seen her Mistress from the door. 

"No we're just two," said Liz.

As she moved through the crowded dining room, heads and whispers followed Pia. She seemed aloof, held her countenance and move to Michel's table. She kissed Mistress and took the seat at her side.

"You look magnificent my pet. You've caused everyone to stop and observe your beauty, ah, and your breasts. They move nicely with that simple brassiere. I hope you are feeling well."

"Mistress I'm very fine, it's so good to be at your side again. I'm barely able to hold myself in control. My thong is a damp mess already." She smiled and stirred lightly when she felt Mistress' move her knee to touch hers.

Meanwhile Liz & Julie were seated across the room with a view toward Michel's table. 

"Well she is beautiful but younger then I'd imagined, huh?" Liz said.

Julie just watched the pair almost not hearing her lover. 

"They're touching beneath the table Liz! Barb's parting her knees, wow! The risqué outfit and now this behavior. They don't seem to notice the eyes on them. What did you say?"

Mistress asked Pia about the Montreal issue and the file processing. 

"How can I help dear Pia? Is money an issue? Could I accompany you to Quebec?"

"Actually I think you could, or rather Marley may be the best to aid my search." 

She explained the intent she developed with Liz and Julie's help. 

"But I need you to be the lead with Marley Mistress."

"This is a reasonable plan but I'm uncertain we can accomplish your goal." 

At that moment Barb interrupted.

"Mistress, please pardon me, but my friends are essential to the scheme. Though their lesbian's and not subs I ask that you allow me to introduce you. They're here to meet you and I hope you'll allow them to join us if only for a few minutes. Then I'll conform to your afternoon plans." 

She wanted Mistress to love her and bring her to release. She actually was shaking slightly when Mistress extended her hand.

"Pia, you haven't been off my mind since Monday evening. Surely you know how the past week has changed you, well and me as well. Where are the girls?"

Liz noticed Barb's subtle turn and glance. 

"Waiter, we'll be joining another table for lunch. Please move our wine please?" 

She stood and helped Julie rise. The two in their dresses and heels crossed the space to a flutter. Standing Michel reviewed the procession and greeted the two.

"Julie, Liz, so good to meet you." She helped each settle at the table, touching them softly.

"You two are so lovely, and lovers as well. I can't believe Pia hasn't found her way to your bed. Please sit and discuss Pia's need for our help. I will do anything necessary. Oh here is your wine, ah a nice Cotes du Rhone, very good year."

They spoke for nearly an hour setting the weekend plan, but all hinged on Michel's speaking with Marley. She used her cellphone to arrange a meeting for this evening with Marley in DC.

Liz stood and said, "I have an important meeting at 3pm. So nice to meet Barb's, I mean Pia's new friend."

Liz and Julie left leaving Pia to finalize the weekend plan. The newness of new relationship with Michel caused her to by just a bit off, her eyes downward as she accompanied Mistress back to her home on N Street.

- - - - -

Alone in the vaulted space I sat wondering why there was so many changes recently. Rachel's earlier information following Sofia statements, and now Suzanne dressing me. I was clearly dressed and make-up as a woman might for an afternoon affair. I stopped the thought just as the clock struck the tenth bell. I'd delayed about a minute. Would this be noticed? Standing I moved along the hall at a brisk rate, as fast as feasible given the 130mm heels. The noise clearly telling anyone in range that I was quickly walking, clicking the length of the stone floored hall. There was a large oak door slightly ajar on the left opposite a closed one. I stopped, smoothed my dress and even flounced my long hair then pushed slightly on the doorknob. It was heavy barely moving under my meager effort. I pushed with my weight, difficult in these heels and the door swung clear.

The space was large with a timbered ceiling and a window wall hung with drapery, overlooking a metropolitan view. Some sunlight entered the space but it was also lightly snowing, created a late morning winter scene. In the middle of the space there was a large sort of sofa, covered in a linen and wool blend fabric. It was more of a day bed, at least three meters long, but with an unusual contoured back. Adjacent were seven chairs, all identical, arranged in two groups. Along the wall were various furnishings including a cabinet and two tables but I was alone. I stopped and was reviewing the City view. This was Montreal but I was in a private compound on sloping ground. The Estate must be in the Parc Royal. I looked toward the icy river about a mile away. I'd shifted my focus toward the east when I heard distance movement. The sound of many heels moving along the hall caused me to move back to the middle of the large room. 

Given Suzanne's direction I decided to stand near the sofa and await those moving in the hall. The four beauties entered, followed by two large men. They came about me as I stood still trying to remain graceful and appropriate. But what did that mean and why did I feel this posture towards my capturers was necessary?

Their pause allowed me to study the six, the women dressed beautiful, similar to myself, in elegant outfits with jewelry and though they wore full finished makeup the women looked radiant yet natural in the sharp winter light. 

"Rachel will be here in a few moments Annabelle," said Catherine. 

"You know all the girls, but Lee and Seth haven't been introduced as of yet. After today that will be different we all hope."

I continued to stand still, admiring Catherine's dress, a red simple mid-length A-line dress with partial sleeves, her legs in beige sheer hose, with simple black pumps. She looked sexy with her blonde hair partially up. Their boss Rachel, who I'd seen only a couple of moments including the scolding this morning, entered now wearing a gracious strapless black knee length A-line dress. Her heels were a bit more unique with the cap and low open sides, yet no strap. She towered over of all us women, maybe her shoes were just a bit over 130mm? Why was this important standing as I was in front of this group?

Rachel spoke, "Lee please move beside Annabelle, and Suzanne you on the other side." 

Turning to me, "We're here to offer you a choice my Lady. You need to either adjust to the requirements of the Estate or we need to prepare your exit."

She turned to Suzanne, "Suzanne did you plug our dear while arranging her this morning?"

"Yes Rachel, I used the one with the ruby stone. Her passage quite easily handles the larger ones now."

Rachel paused a moment, then to Lee, "Would you please help Suzanne remove the device?" 

She waited while he bent slightly to gather the hem of my dress and lifted it to expose my thong and suspender with the six straps framing my bum, he used his large hand to push my thighs apart a small amount. Suzanne dropped her knee and reached up to slip the device out. The hollowness in my body was apparent, and I moaned slightly as the steel escape my cunny. Without being directed Suzanne stood and walked to Rachel placing the warm plug in her outstretched hand. Rachel brought it to her face and seemed happy with my scent.

"And she seems to enjoy this subtle stimulus?" No one answered. Rachel licked the steel plug, "and she is sweet and clean boys."

Lee remained standing by my side, and I noted his mass, his poise and his relative calm. He was at least 90kg and stood over 190cm. He wore a light grey suit with black shoes and a cream tie. His light brown hair wasn't too short and highlighted his soft blue eyes. When he'd moved my legs I felt myself become a bit moist, from his contact, though his hand was soft. 

This was another crazy response from my new female self. I'd been comfortable playing the sexually active girl with the four girls during the past weeks but this first clear contact with a male. So slight yet though tucked I knew I was aroused. I could smell his warm scent, so different from mine now.

Rachel was speaking, "As I said, you need to clarify your position. You haven't been restrained in over five weeks and the conditioning we've prepared for you has been accomplished without comment nor opposition by you. We have clearly taken liberties with your daily affairs and dress but again you haven't tried to prevent any of these lifestyle and character alterations. Because of your mis-adventure with Sofia we've prepare your bags and dressed you so you may call a car and leave for the airport. You may leave and fly to either New York or to Washington. What will you do my Annabelle?"

I was surprised by her statements and though surrounded and next to a seriously built man she was suggesting that I leave. What had brought this change? They somehow captured me, drugged me, surgically changed me to a near female, and exposed me to a different sexuality, only to send me back? 

I looked at Rachel with shock. To what life? I couldn't exist as I did previously. I wasn't even sure of my name let alone my place of residence.

Florence moved to stand in front of me.

"Your identity and life will be surprising as you now exist but believe us you'll be set up as necessary. I, well all of us, will miss you, the beauty you've become. But this must be only your decision." 

She hugged me closely, her breasts touching mine through the fabric of her short wrap dress. I bent slightly due to her slight height, and she kissed my cheek and moved a step away. 

Catherine walked to me with a package in her outstretched hand.

"Anna, these are your papers and some bank data, a credit card, and travel Visa. They are of course new but will easily allow your assimilation into the U.S. as a thirty-five year old woman." 

I looked for a brief moment; the image was clearly me, but a woman. I just as quickly returned to look into her eyes. Why was this happening? 

I felt their suggestion of release somehow inappropriate given how they had simply taken me and my mind. To trouble me with this after the fact seemed wrong. 

I spoke, "If you keep me what becomes of my past?"

They looked to Rachel, she moved to speak, than approached me. 

"Your past may fall into place. It's simply gone at this point. You start anew, as Annabelle or Anna, on your own, or you choose to remain here. We must have your full will behind your new world though Annabelle. Nothing to return to nor to question. If you're to be all you can be."

I was upset but did not cry, "I can be here and you'll complete the programming, but with my assent, and then the placement?" 

I trembled and turned slightly to look to the City beyond. Was my future awaiting me out there? What or how would Barbara settle these changes with her 'husband'? Was this as I had dreamed so long ago, to be a woman? Could I function in my previous work and neighborhood? 

As I looked about at the women who had cared for me the past months I realized I had settled the issue weeks ago. I was now someone else and wanted it to consume the old, to be born from the past and move and live as a woman, either with women or with a man. The transition was made nearly painless for me. I was a tall 177cm beautiful woman with soft blue-gray eyes, a nice figure and medium breasts, my body completely denude of hair, and I had blonde locks that fell to my back. I looked to Rachel and she knew.

Rachel smiled as she realized I'd found my mind and was in agreement, she stepped closer and pulled me into a kiss. 

- - - - 

"Pia dear, you need to prove yourself worthy of this special aid I plan to provide. A Mistress commits totally to the relationship. I need you to do as well. I've a challenge to ascertain your complete transition to my Pia. In the bathe I have arranged a devise to allow you to cleanse your bottom. Please address the need and return to the front window."

Pia stood to go and address the request but noticed that the glass low table was cleared except that affixed to the near edge was a significant fleshy phallus, which seemed attached to the glass surface. 

"Don't be distracted my girl, move along and return please. I'm very interested in your exam."

Barbara hadn't ever used a water rinse such as this but didn't hesitate. She understood Mistress intent and complied. The liquid quickly filling her caused her to shiver, the escape surprise her other senses. Three passes and she felt ready for Mistress.

Pia dressed in the beautiful hose and gown Mistress had left for her on the side table. She reviewed her makeup and touched up her lips.

Coming into the front room she noted the clock at 4pm.

"Good Pia, come sit by my side." 

Pia was dressed in the garments, but Mistress simply pulled away them away. 

"Please settle right here dear," pointing at the sofa, yet Pia was surprised to see a second phallus in Mistress' left hand.

"Stop a moment Pia, let me insert this plug." 

The moisture or lube on the surface allowed the 110mm phallus to easily enter Pia's back passage. Mistress moved the girl to the seat beside her.

"Oohh dear Mistress, " 

"Be still young lady, there is much you need to learn, and you must keep me focused on your training. Marley says I'm a little soft, but we'll see, humm? Nice little toy isn't it darling?" 

Michel pointed at the large phallus attached to the corner of the glazed table.

"I know you can reach the proper level of discipline my dear, but my control must be complete if you and I are to see the next year together. I demand your total commitment to my needs and desires. I've shared you with Marley but others will follow, including several men. Your tight opening is mine as well, to have my fun, and for me to allow others entry."

Pia sat quietly listening as Mistress described her intended dominance of the girl. She wouldn't accept anything other Pia's utter devotion.

"Now let's get you prepared, oh don't worry, this will fit, with a bit of lube and your focus. You will ride that cock until I'm content you can easily satisfy. Please stand dear, just turn this way. Yes, very good, slide your thong aside dear."

Pia stood with her bum to the window near the edge of the table as Mistress applied a special lubricant to the shaft and head of the rude looking narrow but long stiff phallus. 

"You'll control the penetration Pia. Spread your legs a bit."

Pia moved slightly to stand directly over the cock attached to the low table.

Michel continued, "Good, now you can settle it inside your backdoor as you feel comfortable."

Pia lowered herself and the helmet of the phallus entered her prepared opening.

In surprise Michel exclaimed, "Oh, the head of the cock was surely easier than I anticipated." 

Pia spent some moments allowing the long phallus to enter her bottom. Mistress sat quietly awaiting. 

Michel smiled when Pia looked to her. She moaned several times but she was happy when the toy was full inside her. She could see her Mistress was pleased.

Mistress directed her to roll her hips to feel the width then told Pia, "Now fuck yourself dear, that's right it will remain attached to the table."

Pia used her legs to move upward allowing the shaft to slowly exit her bottom. 

"No dear do not stand so as to allow my toy to exit your bottom. I said to fuck it, so proceed please."

Mistress watched the girl re-insert the cock and start to fuck herself. Mistress came closer and started to rub Pia's pussy with her thumbs. Pia quivered and sighed now as the cock moved into her then out, moaning louder as Mistress' hands found her deep spot. 

"Pia you will be with me if even after we abandon the strange search we're starting together. We may or may not find your past lover but you will be mine. I will continue to control you, to love you, to share you. Do you agree dear Pia? My will is now your life. Now come with me dear." 

Pia then saw that a concealed device had stimulated Mistress within her pussy. The soft hum she now could hear. 

"Yes Mistress, Yes Mistress, I need your love Mistress, Fuck me please Mistress, ooohh, ooohh," She was thrashing about, the phallus still inside, with Mistress's fingers in her pussy Pia climaxed.

Later after having something to eat Mistress called Marley and arranged to meet her domme' in a nearby Bar.

"I'm a little uncertain how to bring this subject up Marley. I need your help with an unusual search. Our Pia has lost someone. Well she's unsure whether he's lost but anyway, could you possibly help?" 

"Michel what are you asking?" 

They were in a DC bar at a quiet table.

"You are aware of other domme's interests and there is a sort of network correct?"

"Well yes, there are ways we find one another and our subs. It's not really mysterious as all that though. Why? What are you and Pia into that needs further investigation?"

Michel considered the response and decided a different tactic would provide Pia some protection. She was in a way Marley's sub. 

"Have you heard of domme's that handle transgender subs? Specifically altered boys or men?"

"Wow Michel, so your new pet wants a transfemme for you two to share? That's a bit kinky even for me. Though to consider the sexual benefits is rather interesting," she chuckled.

"No Marley. We're not searching exactly but, have you ever heard of abductions or forced transition for men or boys?"

Now Michel had the whole can wide open.

Marley said, "Firstly I have seen at least two transfemme that were in training with domme's, though both these 'girls' were on the West Coast. I met them at a party, both remarkable beauties but their penis' were caged."




A Visit to the North Ch. 07



"You've actual seen a man, I mean a girl changed like that Marley?"

"There are several Websites that allow members to make various connections. But the 'forced' word is difficult in the community. It's just not a true description. I'm not saying that there aren't those who may apply pressure leaning toward forced but it's pretty uncommon. So what you're asking is, have I heard of a domme' who would collect boys and transition them to a female life but as a sub?"

This wasn't as easy as it seemed, "Yes Marley, I guess that's what I'm asking."

Marley was surprised, "Then I'd say no but also yes, since I'm not aware personally of someone meeting that description, but yes too, because I'm certain there's a demand for subs with those characteristics. Why or how did this come up with Pia?"

After the history was run through Marley felt what Pia sought was possible. The Quebec connection seemed plausible as well. Marley suggested Michel keep their conversation private even from Pia until Marley could scout about a bit.

"I'll call you later tonight Michel, OK?"

- - - -

Meanwhile in the Hall Rachel was still holding me. She caressed my left breast while directing the others.

"Lee, please move Annabelle to the sofa edge. Catherine, please bind her hands and aid her accepting Lee."

I stood still as Lee reached out and Rachel whispered in my ear.

"You must be taken now Annabelle. We both know how and why. Open your mouth."

Settled atop the sofa with Rine holding my arms my resistance was no longer of concern. I was in their hands and they had a plan. Lee moved beside us and Rine guided his cock into my willing mouth. 

I couldn't believe the softness, but this quickly passed as my ministrations began to stiffen his member. Soft Lee might have appeared only to have a modest cock, but erect his had grown to 220mm, very thick and hard. I quietly suckled him while the others watch though they shifted to the portion of the sofa available or were seated in the chairs. 

I initially felt I'd not notice the difference from the phallus' the girls used with me but Lee was alive and each moment I found I enjoyed the feel of him sliding in my mouth. My tongue kissing his length, his dew hitting my taste buds. I enjoyed his cock for several minutes until Rachel step to his side and withdrew the hardness from my throat. 

"Whoa Annabelle. He has another opening to attend to. Catherine keep Lee warm while Margrette helps Anna remove her lovely dress and Florence moistens her cunny please."

Margrette had me sit slightly up to allow the zip and clasp of my dress to be undone, then she lifted my dress off exposing my beautiful lingerie which due to my hurry earlier I failed to notice. The lace and banding on the brassiere, the suspender and thong were exquisite. The stockings held taut making my legs in the heels look so wonderful. I felt so gorgeous and yet still wanted to get back to Lee's cock. 

On my back Florence noted my arousal as her mouth and tongue where close to my clitty, she licked my rim and then slid her two long fingers into my bum distracting my attention to Catherine's hand on Lee's nice cock.

Rachel approached and whispered to me, "Lee is about to fuck you Annabelle. Please allow him your complete attention. A girl only gets fucked the first time the once."

Lee had move between my legs, and the two girls slowly pulled my legs wide as Florence again moistened my hole. Outstretched as I was, Lee could stand close to my crotch. He ran his penis across my rosebud. I licked my lips as Rine placed her finger to my mouth allowing me to suckle something. Lee grabbed my breasts while we looked into each others eyes. 

He slowly inserted the thick cock I so desired into my cunny. The size caused me to place my hand on his chest, halting his penetration for a moment. I adjusted the angle of his thrust toward my back, and he slipped slowly and fully inside me. He awaited my breath then began to fuck me, slowly for at least a minute but increasing his tempo as well.

I had enjoyed the girl's fucking during the last month but Lee was fatter and yet softer. He was massaging my breasts as well. I had become what Mastress had ordered, a nubile slut. Truly a mature woman ready to be fucked whenever. He fucked me smoothly for what seemed like an eternity. He stopped only briefly to pull my legs up to rest on the sofa edge. Then he fucked me very aggressively, rolling me onto my tummy and lifting me to settled on my knees, my face on the sofa. My posterior was presented to Lee and he fucked me deeply for several minutes, his balls slapping my upturned bum. 

This position was too much. His cock clearly was banging my cunny in such a way I was going to cum. I felt my orgasm building. I needed a complete real release. I was being fuck, for the first time I felt a warm cock within me. I could sense his ejaculation was near as well and started to constrict my muscles, milking this grand cock, and Lee started to erupt. His hot seed was so unfamiliar, yet I wanted it all. I felt the jet of seed deep in my ass.

"Annabelle is about to pass out, take care of her. I must leave," said Rachel as she quickly left the hall. 

Still Lee was fucking me. Rine was holding my body while Margrette below us suckling my breasts. I came, or at least I felt a massive orgasm deep within my tummy, running down my legs and up from my chest to my mouth. I screamed his name over and over again. 

"Lee fuck, Lee fu, Lee fuuuuckkk me . . please . . fuck me." 

- - - - 

Marley's husband's office was Downtown near the bar and after leaving Michel she went there to use a secured server his firm employed for delicate business research. The access was easy since she'd been with the firm as an adjunct analyst for several years. She had also called her decidedly weird friend on the coast for her view of the transfemme idea. Both research lines immediately showed results. 

The domme' friend assured Marley that there was a market and Marley's net search exposed a possible though weak connection from a Quebec city. She was surprised at the number of outlets and secondary links for the lead. It overwhelmed Marley.

How could she sort through the numerous links to find what Michel was asking for? She simply didn't know enough so she called her friend on a hardline. 

Michel was happily surprised at the quick follow up questions, though she was in bed. She provided Marley with more details that would allow for an advanced search. 

But something else happened as well. Rachel's buried kernel announced that something was banging against one of the Sisterhood's firewalls, specifically from Washington and targeting Quebec Province. 

- - - -

Rachel hadn't wanted to leave the initiation but she knew the importance of the alert. She reviewed the details with Mastress immediately. They determined that due to the team's inactivity over the past seventy days there was nothing to be done, just lye low for now and monitor the connections.

The five girls were around my prone body when I awoke a moment later. Lee's dick was still deep within me. My eyes opened and I considered what had just occurred. The moment of my climax was a totally new experience. Florence and Catherine held me as my cunny spasms hadn't stopped and I was still shaking.

- - - -

Marley hadn't really found anything but her work had verified the possibility of abduction. She cautioned Michel as she ran through the information. Michel decided to conceal the research pending a call to Liz. She felt Liz was even-tempered and a logical supporter of Pia who could help determine how best to proceed. 

Liz responded, "This is very curious Michel. It's a very different avenue to run down, but it may be worthwhile. I suggest we all meet early tomorrow to run it by Pia, OK? We need to understand the next step prior to running off to Montreal."

Marley had Michel and the girls to her home for a breakfast meeting. There was a chill in the air when the driver opened the doors for the four. The wind was gusting and blew up Liz's skirt. 

"That's like a cold hand of a big man trying to get at my panties." 

They laughed and entered the large foyer. Marley was excited to meet Pia's friends but offered a stern warning about what she discovered. 

Through a connection with a domme' from Philadelphia she'd heard of a French woman who worked from Montreal. The domme' had first hand information regarding a Swarthmore couple that they had 'acquired'; a beautiful thirty-year old transfemme maid several years back. 

Marley had spoken with the woman named Janis just before the meeting this morning. This Janis was being cagey until Marley had suggested a simple leak to the "Inquirer" about her husband's interests. 

Janis elected to speak about their 'adopted daughter' who was raised in Quebec. The value of the exchange wasn't provided but the contact information was and Janis assured her that this group was to be treated seriously. They would be violent if pushed. 

Marley suggested that the information be carefully controlled, and in fact withheld the actual name of the group from the girls until they had a plan. She stressed the potential that Janis had stated several times. There was a possibility that these people had been involved with my disappearance, but what if they hadn't? 

It could become a larger issue having a violent group feeling compromised. After discussing the possible difficulties Liz suggested asking Donna to be an intermediary. 

Pia was surprised to hear of the weekend sex trip her friends detailed for Marley and Michel. They clearly were just as involved with the Alternative Life as she had recently become. In addition Pia noted that more than twelve weeks had passed. What and who would they find? She spoke her fears aloud. 

Marley offered, "Dear girl if your hubby has become something you're uncomfortable with you have the resources and the support to address the changes you may need to make. If on the other hand you still love him you have to proceed and offer him the ability to freely decide his life course. Most people who've gone missing for three month have chosen to remain 'lost'. Shoot, if what you've implied actual did occur you may have new reasons to enjoy the 'her' he's become." 

The plan started to settle; four of them would fly north Friday morning. Marley didn't feel it was wise for her to be present and she hadn't given Janis's identity to any of the others. Using Donna's local residence seemed to be intelligent. Liz left the room to make the call. 

Pia was clearly uncomfortable and Michel took her aside. 

"We're going to help this get resolved, together. You're lucky to have such friends. Liz and Julie want the best for you."

"But while he's been missing, I've become a new person, how is that going to seem to the person I loved? And I now know I can't go back to the Barbara I was just a few weeks ago. You and I are now heading toward a different life Mistress. I don't want Barb's simple existence. I love just thinking of how you care for me, please understand."

"And I will and do dear Pia. Let's take this Montreal trip see what becomes of the information, and realize that changes may be required, but we'll address them together, OK Pia?"

End of Part Seven

to be continued.



A Visit to the North Ch. 08



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.

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I rose to my elbows and saw Seth looking at me from a chair several meters away. Though the girls were petting and stroking me, Lee had fallen from my opening.

I looked across at Seth and smiled. Rachel was still near. She silenced me with her fingers. 

"Wait a moment little Lady. You need to rest and Seth's meat is not on your dance card."

This was why the girls had control of me, of my mind and actions. They knew that a cock would bring me too the correct purposed. They'd been fucking me with their soft phallus since that first time by Catherine after the salon had created my mane of strawberry blonde. They knew a cock would lead to this, me at my wits end to get Seth to fuck me.

Rachel held me and looking into my eyes spoke, "You're not capable of loving his large cock at this time. Keep practicing and we will see, hum?" 

Later the same day I was entering the loo when Lee stopped me, pulling me into the little room. In a moment he pulled loose my blouse and removed my breasts from the bra cups. He suckled me and placed his hand on mine. 

"You're much better at sucking cock than the others little Anna." 

He dropped his pants slightly to expose the now familiar cock. Lee wanted my mouth. I wasn't able to resist his hardening member. I slid to my knees and engulfed the semi-erect cock. I just was overcome, once in my mouth I couldn't have stopped. Quickly I had him to the peak and simply swallowed his second shot, most of it was in my mouth. I used his softening dick to push the drips to my tongue. Standing I smiled, straighten my garments and walked out leaving him still half dressed and also smiling.

With Sofia gone off to the west coast and the girls having returned the team met to reviewed the conditions of Emily's treatment and to discuss my status as well. After more than twelve weeks at the Estate I wondered if I would ever leave. I'd not thought of Barbara since Lee had stuffed his cock deep inside me. I don't think I'd given her up but I was just in a different place, maybe a different universe. 

The girls continued to take me when and however they desired. Some nights I spent in Catherine's arms, she seems to find a reason to stay and sleep with me. They had me working with props and toys nearly as large as Seth, but I still hadn't been with his 'man meat' as Rachel had called it. I tried to suggest a practice session with me sucking him off. Florence was with me at the time and laughed aloud. 

"You're still unaware what he could do to you and your pretty mouth dear."

Rachel had occasionally visited my posture and other training sessions. She seemed pleased, since she turn from me and walk to my escorts of the day and affectionately kissed them. 

I was comfortable being amongst these women. One evening a week after being with Lee I was stirred from my sleep. My small cock was, yes, it was being gently sucked to erection. I was in a dream or was when the blowjob ceased and I felt the long hair of a woman moving up my nearly naked skin, touching my arms then a kiss upon my lips. It was very dark this night and the lips seemed special to me, though again it was a soft kiss. I knew something else was happening. I was alert, awake and I felt a stiffness equal to my own rubbing against my rosebud. It could only be Emily? 

"Shush Anna! I'm here. Don't cry out," as she lightly covered my mouth and immediately I felt her prick push in passed my first muscle. Just the head was inside for she stopped.

"I'm about to fuck you girl. Can you please just be still and enjoy my cock?"

I tensed, now aware that she knew she shouldn't be here let alone inside me. WOW was what I first thought, a cock! Then I realized that the girls would eventually find out, did I care? At that moment no, I loved the warm pulsing cock that was about to fuck me. 

"I'll start slow so you can adjust to my nice warm toy." She pushed further into me and I gasped loudly.

"Now there we are. My big clitty has fully penetrated you Anna dear."

I was being slowing fucked and she did have a nice cock, certainly larger than mine. I loved that she could hold my breasts, suckle them, and her warm cock could fuck me. We both enjoyed this and she of course released deep within me. 

I said looking to her face over my shoulder, "I think you can still shoot dear. I felt you erupt inside me." I smiled, kissed her and bade her to leave.

"Please don't mentioned this to the escorts OK?" I smiled since I knew they would find out somehow without my doing so.

- - - - -

In the morning I saw Florence.

"Why are you so happy Flo?" She approached me while I lay still just barely awake.

"Oh Mastress was reviewing your progress, 'a delight' is how she put it." 

"But how would Mastress know?"

I wondered, did Lee share the details of my sucking him off? I thought there was surveillance in my room but maybe the other rooms as well? I wasn't really surprised, nor upset. So they could watch me, and therefore care for me. I'd not felt so submissive nor was I aware earlier that I needed to be treated as a submissive. 

Now I was a woman and also a submissive. I considered whether the vast majority of women were submissive or was it just something I'd developed or learned? The four girls could be described as dominate and acted to control, but they were also submissive towards at least Mastress, and several seems to have the upper hand in their personal relationships with the other girls. Rachel was certainly the Boss but wasn't she even, if only slightly, submissive to Mastress?

I noticed that Florence had arranged her hair differently and her dress was only loosely hanging on her body. 

"You look beautiful in this morning light Florence."

She came to the bedside, "Are you flirting with me Annabelle?" 

I lay tummy down and she ran first her finger between my buttocks and stopped. I looked over my left shoulder and saw her lower her mouth near. Her tongue came to my delicate pink ring, licking the softening muscle. I mewed gently as her rigid yet pliant love muscle pressed upon my tight but yielding rosebud. 

"You will let me in here my dear. I love playing with this delicate bud."

She moved over me, leaning on her elbow and wet her long digit, it found less resistance and slowly it entered me. She could only introduce the one so far, so she wet two and entered again. Still smiling lewdly she tried three and found more depth, yet still not content. 

"I'll ream your cunny dear. Margrette has shown me several of her techniques and we've got all day Annabelle. You'll open for me please."

She stood and walked over to retrieve her bag. She removed several toys. Returning, her dress slipped from the shoulder and fell to the floor. She was beautifully attired in a pale peach suspender and thong, with sheer nude hose. Her heels were a subtle ivory with a strap and rhinestone features across the toes sling. She moved to the bed and I saw she was holding a particular sculpted soft toy shaped as a full hand. The toy was at least 26cm long but slight, the long fingers gathered into a group, but the hand was less robust than even her own. 

She extended the hand to my mouth, "You'll enjoy this wet Annabelle, lather it for us." 

She rearranged my negligee to allow her the full joy of my soft bum, then returned the hand to her mouth. 

"I love how this feels inside me. I hope you will also. We'll go slow since this is your first time." 

She eased the toy's fingers slowly passed my pink ring while slowly rotating it. This took some focus on my part as she pressed and twisted the lubed toy. The knuckles seemed to stall her progress as the digits were inside. She applied some lube to the back of the toy hand.

"Just relax Anna, the hand will slip in easily."

I was indeed surprised once the toy was deep due to the near effortless entry up to the wrist. 

She paused, "It is deep now but I'll help you allow it further."

She withdrew and applied some lube to the wrist. Again she pushed and rotated the toy as she helped it enter my body deeply. The toy was at least 20cm into my cunny now and she started to fuck me. 

I meowed, "I can't believe you've got that thing inside me Florence."

Soon I was responding and she announced, "I will fuck you to release Annabelle," she moved up to kiss me, leaving her toy still inside me.

She tweaked my breasts as she again focused on plunging deep into my bum. 

I panted and rolling my hips, trying to have the hand bang me just so when my orgasm began. I seemed to quiver, and than Florence did something else, she rolled me over onto my back and lifted my hose covered legs high.

She started to lightly pat the front of my thong, thereby stimulating my clitty while the hand toy continued to fuck me. Though I wasn't erect she and the toy caused me to violently orgasm, so intense that I actually fainted for a moment. 

She was kissing me lightly when I awoke.

"I knew I could send you off to the moon Annabelle. You'll experience many like that during the next few weeks. All of the escorts want to fuck you." 

The remaining days activities kept me focused as Florence was required to further my etiquette lessons. By late afternoon I was tried and requested an early supper. The simple yet tasty vegetables and greens were having the desired affect. I weighted only 57kg and my breasts had settled at a very full C cup. I slipped into a satin ivory chemise and went to sleep.

- - - - -

Liz had handled all of the travel arrangements through the concierge at the Ritz. Pia and Michel had arrived in the North Friday near 11am. Liz had spoken to Donna after landing and had set the afternoon. Donna would meet the girls for a late lunch at a small Bistro on the Plain. 

They were booked in adjacent rooms at the Ritz due to the St. James being sold-out as there was a wedding party for the weekend. Pia had severely altered her packing to accommodate Mistress' demands but they still travled with six large bags. 

"You're mine Pia, and this domme Donna will not have a chance to ensnare you. The girls say only lovely things of their friend but I'm protecting my lover, do you understand? And I want it clear to all who you belong to, understood Pia?" 

The Hotel had a large car waiting which delivered them to the Bistro. On the flight Julie had suggested they have dinner at the Hotel but it was put on hold pending the discussion with Donna this afternoon. 

Michel had insisted on her will, "You shall wear my collar and chain Pia. That's my requirement for this meeting."

On the ride to the Bistro Liz had spoke of her call to Donna then noticed Pia neckwear.

"What's this Michel? It's a beautiful choker but with a chain?"

Michel snuggled Pia to her, "If Pia wants me she adheres to my rules. This isn't a chain Liz but a leash."

Pia kissed her Mistress to quiet the other two.

The restaurant was nearly empty due to the afternoon. As they entered the four women but especially Pia intrigued Donna. She had arrived just before the girls with her friend she introduced as Douglas. 

Michel and Pia were immediately attracted to the domme but they were unsettled by Douglas. His good looks weren't the issue, more his gender. He had accompanied Donna to the lunch but Michel asked Donna to have him move to the bar so they could review their plans and discuss the issues privately. The five women sat at a round table near the street window.

Michel noted his submissiveness to his Mistress with a smile to Julie and Liz, "He's so nice to listen to his Mistress. I could enjoy such a sub around the house, humm Pia?" 

Pia was uncomfortable with her Mistress's lewd look at him. As their lunch wasn't ready Donna provided the latest. 

After the wine was served Donna told the group of her history in the Alternative community of the City. She had been informed of the December abduction by Liz and now she stood and came to Pia's side.

"Michel may I touch your pet?" She reached to take hold of the leash Michel extended. Pia stood and Donna hugged her.

"You are an extraordinary woman Pia. I can't suggest what the next few days will bring but you, and all of us must use caution."

Sitting beside Liz she continued, "I've known Marie Doumergue for several years."

She'd become aware of the leader at a private party nearly three years earlier. Mastress was known in town by her proper name, Marie Doumergue, and Donna only later connected the pseudonym to Marie when an older domme they both knew had inadvertently call Marie by the name Mastress in the loo at a private party. 

Donna ran through the history, "Doumergue immigrated to Quebec in the late seventies and had moved to the City to completed a course of study at McGill in European Literature and she'd minored in Latin."

She spoke of her connections and resources and how they might be used. 

"A friend says she knows Marie keeps an apartment in the City. Another spoke of her art collection and the philanthropy." 

There wasn't a mention of a significant other, for her friends spoke of Marie as a mature and adventurous lesbian.

They were glad Donna had the foresight to reach this friend who knew of Mastress. But what was the next step? Julie had asked Cynthia Parsons to join them but she couldn't arrive before 3pm so Liz had asked her to see them the next day at the Hotel. She had hoped for some clear advice.

Donna warned the women of what could happen, "This group has the ability to do very bad things. We do not want to attract that aggression."

After Donna was informed of the video of the abduction she said, "The video evidence isn't really going to get you to the next step. In fact the Police could actually increase the problem of communicating with the Sisterhood. It would be as if we were rubbing their face in the failure to develop a lead for this missing person. Let's focus on the contact I've initiated. I still need a reason to have her open her door to me. Let me or us, get a sense of the possible, err, let me asked around a bit more. Without firm evidence she could simply not speak with me."

She continued after pausing, "But I do have, I mean, a portion of a plan."

Donna suggested that she would place a call to Marie on the pretense of a charity ball she was working on, which was scheduled to take place in July. She would ask Marie if she could count on her help regarding several unique artists to be invited.

Liz thought this through and suggested another path. 

"What if we or maybe just you invite her to a 'gathering' of women interested in the Alt life here?"

"That's a thought, or may be," said Michel then paused. 

Continuing a moment later she said, "Could you have a small party and ask her to attend? It would allow us to better understand her and maybe press the question?"

They still needed a reason to divulge the 'business' she was operating. 

"I'll use the charity to initiate the conversation and then propose the get together," Donna said.

Pia suggested that she be allowed to simply ask this Marie, "I'd say, I need a boy-girl, or what would such a creature be called?"

Donna was surprised by the misstatement and the idea but it might be exactly what they should do. 

"Yes a small party, and Pia's idea is good, but I think its transfemme by the way. I could ask three to five lady friends, even at least one familiar with Marie, to come. But it would have to be next weekend or at the earliest Thursday evening."

Liz agreed, "I'd like to get this moving faster but let's try for next Saturday. Julie has to be back in DC Monday morning."

"Well Pia and I needn't run back," Michel said. 

"We can extend our stay at the Ritz. I love shopping for Pia and this town has a different fashion then Washington. Pia will enjoy the week. I've got a plan for my charge," she said smiling.

"So we're agreed that you will go to the Hotel and await my follow-up to Marie about the get together for possibly Saturday?" 

Donna said, "Oh, and Marley's wire transfer of $400,000 dollars was received but I need to visit the bank due to the large sum we're to withdraw. We know that the sum may prove insufficient but I'll have the cash with me to assert the willingness to negotiate." 

"But if Marie simply says she can't attend? We really know nothing of her life and schedule. And we've no real leverage," said Julie. 

"I'll make her want to attend. I can stir the pot, ahh, by my offering her an interlude. She was a bit on me at the last affair we both attended. It was over a year ago but I felt her watching me, she even touched me. At the time it meant nothing, and Douglas wasn't with me then. I attended alone."

"That's a good plan Donna," said Julie. "I'd want you if I wasn't in love," Liz smacked her wrist.

"But if we get her to Donna's party and still she's resolute, what then?" Pia was still unsure of the party plan. 

"We may only have one attempt right?" said Liz.

Julie added, "We can't be certain we're even remotely correct on this plan and the assumptions on which it's based. We need to be prepared for no good news."

She moved closer to Pia, "He may be truly lost and you'll need us close to help you get , "

Michel interjected, "Let's keep focused on success for now."

Donna reached across the table to Pia, "I'll call her in a bit, after I've aligned the two others guests OK? I think we'll know more this weekend, I mean, if it could be the correct plan Pia."

The Maître de' hired a car for the ride back to the Ritz and Donna went home with Douglas. 

As she settled for the short ride home Donna asked, "Your thoughts on the plan and Michel and Pia? I thought them a cute couple. Desperate but beautiful. I liked her leash more than the one I have."

Douglas' had his hand beneath her hem and was stroking her naked pussy, "I liked Michel a lot. She winked at me and her plan for the coming week sounds like it will include us. Pia needs a good fuck. She's distracted by these events, the loss and clearly new to a submissive role. She is very pretty. I'd fuck her. That is if you'd allow."

Friday around 4pm Donna spoke with a social assistant who took the call for Marie. Later that evening while relaxing with Douglas in bed Marie returned her call. It was a simple review of the details, and they discussed a couple of social acquaintances in common. Donna was about to hang up when she got a blink. 

"Marie, on another thought, have you been called Mastress before? I'd heard old Sarah Wagner drop the name sometime back and I have wondered since."

Mastress was surprised by the question and paused a moment. 

"As a matter of fact no one still calls me that. Sarah was referring to an old nickname from my McGill studies. She is the Aunt of a girlfriend of mine from back then. The friend and I had a wild affair that led to her family sending her off to France. I'd been come to Quebec as a twenty year old under similar circumstances so when Sarah's niece was sent away Sarah was a God sent. She helped me emotionally and with some debts. We're therefore really old friends you see. It's been over twenty years since anyone knew me by the name. 

"Does not it mean simply Mistress?" Donna asked. 

Mastress paused, then said, "Why yes, its from Chaucer I believe. As I said I was involved with this friend and we played the few games until she was discovered tied to her bed in her parent's house. I'd found a way in and we'd played all night, then fallen asleep, her still restrained. It was quite fun to witness her father's response in the morning."

Donna turned back to the benefit business, "So I'll be in touch soon, unless you feel you can entreat those two artists without my dossier. Is there a better number to reach you at, the one you've call from for example?"




A Visit to the North Ch. 08



"No this is my personal line. I'll get my assistant to get the contacts underway. She'll call you if there's a further need, OK? And I'll see you next weekend dear."

Hanging up Mastress realized her small but important error. She'd spoken of the long ago but on the Estate's main outside line. But Donna was a domme she'd met several places around the City. It would be insignificant. She went downstairs from her suite to the Keep to meet with Rachel and Seth. 

- - - - -

The others had left the Estate to deliver Emily to the client's home in Ohio. They had cleared Customs but it taken them 5 hours and many questions about their travel were raised. The snow had ceased and now the roads were clear enough to get them to Montreal before midnight. 

Rachel wanted to have Seth initiate me this evening or the next, though only the three were on hand. Mastress suggested the following night with the entire team. 

"I think we should all be present."

Agreeing, Rachel would handle my morning bathe and other details prior to Suzanne and the others returning around midday. She asked Catherine to call Suzanne for an update around 9pm. The others would surely be back in time. But by then Rachel had decided to delay another day. 

"Please stay quiet and stand here. I'll prepare the girl and when I signal you come beside the bed." Catherine slipped off her heels and silently approached the bed. She moved the covers and reaching over me she turned me and kissed me fully. I awoke to see her visage over me in the pale night-light. 

"Rine why have you " she placed her hand over my mouth. 

"Seth is here and wants to have his cock sucked. We were spending some time together, you know, and I decided to include you." 

She nodded for Seth and he came to the bedside while loosening his pants.

Seeing him semi-hard I reached out for his cock.

"Suck him for me Annabelle." 

I looked up to her then turned to allow him to bring his cock closer. I used his pants to pull him closer and took the end of his member into my mouth, he groaned softly. 

I ran my tongue down, along his length slowly. Then I started down to his sack. His had a sweet scent of musk. I then covered the helmet with my tongue, around and around and he moved closer still. I was only getting 50mm of him into my mouth. The shaft was nearly hard now and I tried to settle him near my throat, not gagging but he was huge. He filled my tiny mouth. I moved slightly which opened my throat a bit and he pushed himself slightly deeper. 

"Let her adjust Seth! Can't you see she overcome?"

I held him there as I relaxed my throat, after thirty seconds or so he continued, slowly pressing his shaft past my lips. His balls were now near my cheeks. 

The patience he used was remarkable. I was in charge but he was slow and deliberate. Thankfully Catherine was also by my side loving my breasts. Once I was comfortable he played in the depth of my throat for some time. He'd pull the meat out then I'd take it again. 

He finally settled about half way down and started fucking my mouth and throat, not fast but with care and not too deeply. As his climax approached my second lover started to pat my thong just like Florence had done yesterday. His erupting cock was going to fill me and I intended to feel it hit my throat, at least I hoped to. As he groaned roughly I climaxed and then his seed started. 

I was swallowing to his rhythm but try as I was I couldn't contain the massive release. Rine saw my distress and came to help me, licking the cum that spilled beyond my lips. I was happy but exhausted. Catherine started to leave with Seth, then she shooed him out and returned to my bed. We cuddled and kissed, sharing the remained cum.

The next day I was allowed no escort and wandered the building all morning. Walking back to my suite I considered the past thirteen weeks. The programming wasn't my doing, nor was the body alterations, but my mind was due solely to my desires and personal decisions. I still didn't understand how easily I was co-opted. As if the girls just wanted me to be here. Had Sofia seen her changes from a similar viewpoint? She was clearly very happy with her new life path. I decided then that so was I. 

Approaching my dressing room I saw Catherine turn from the makeup desk. She was dressed only in soft blush pink lingerie and a chemise with sheer breast cups and a fluttering hem. I looked at her full breasts. Her legs were wrapped in ivory hose with a wide lace welt, and she wore 170cm red platform heeled sandals. She stood as I moved closer. I reviewed her visage, pale makeup with ruby red lips, and pearls about her long neck. 

"Catherine you look lovely, and so tall ", she shushed me.

"Sit for I need to freshen your face and dress you. Look at the set." she had a similar color bra and suspender set for me. "And the red heels too."

Rine found a switch and soft music filled the suite. 

"Come dance with me Annabelle, feel my body, as my lover dear girl." 

We dance for some minutes, Catherine exploring my body while moving me about. She reached my thong from the back and played lightly with my rosebud. 

"You're a little wet here Anna." I told her of my toy play and directed her to see it on the bed. 

"That's the dong Mastress had prepared of Seth's cock dear girl. Where did you find it?" said Catherine.

"I was in Emily's suite. It was hidden in a lower drawer. It's really a cast of Seth's? He is so huge, I slid it partially into my cunny Rine, and it felt massive. I couldn't do it without help though. Can you fuck me with it?"

"Maybe after I've had you to myself dear." 

We moved to a stool at the side of the room, she settled herself and pulled me close. 

"We'll play only girl games today Annabelle." 

I stood beside her and she moved me about, turning me and spreading my cheeks. 

"What a beautiful tight little hole you have here."

She licked my bum. I was in heaven. This beauty was loving the opening we had in common. Her tongue reached deep within me as she focused the tip to penetrate me. 

"I love licking you Annabelle," her hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. 

She then moved lower and slid a finger inside, deeply touching me, and then she pulled out and pushed two fingers into me. 

"Your cunny is mine my dear. Should we warm you up before trying the Seth dong?"

I was quivering, "Please Catherine, love me, please. I love your tongue there, again please."

Catherine moved toward the cabinet while I sat still on the stool. She was busy for a moment but I couldn't see what she was up to. 

"Please return Catherine, I need you so badly. Please come and fuck me."

Without turning she said, "Stop whining little girl, I'm busy but will attend to your needs." 

She moved to the corner and lowered the lights then turning she walked to me in her sexy heels. I watched her moving slowly in the now dim light of late evening, her heels clicking softly until she reached the carpet edge. 

"You need this my dear, I need this. And I will fulfill my needs. But I want you to ask for it Annabelle, no, I want you to beg for it dear." 

She stopped just beyond my reach and I looked her over carefully and saw she had an erect cock rising beneath her chemise. There were no straps. She stood off for a moment stroking her purple shaft still just concealed by the hem of the chemise. I could see the end behind her thong, which she had pushed aside. She moved to me and pulled me to stand aside her while she kissed me, her cock pressing forward, rubbing my thong panel. Her hands came to my breasts, sliding them out of the cups. She lightly pulled my hair leading me to the bed and she shifted me to my back. 

Her mouth covered my mound but only stirred my clit. She and the others preferring to not engulf my little clit. She moved to caress and fondle my nipples and so brought her cock to my crotch, it moved about arousing my desire further. I wanted her cock so badly but I also wanted it in my mouth. She moved again and kissed me with passion. Her tongue teaching mine. 

"Do you want to fuck or play some more?"

I had become very aroused but as a woman now I was able to resist the desire of full penetration in the quest for deeper fulfillment. 

"Let me see your cock please. I want you to fuck my mouth too. Play with me dear Catherine."

She moved slightly back and lifted her chemise off exposing her beautiful cock, which I saw was settled within her pussy. We moved to our knees and I stroked the long apparatus. I took hold of the base and withdrew it from her slit causing her to gasp loudly. Then she moaned as I re-inserted the bulbous end. I dropped to the bed and pulled her length into my moist mouth. My oral skills was what lead Lee to keep me busy several times each week and now Catherine enjoyed the attention of my mouth licking, which moved the phallus end within her stimulating her deeply. 

"Enough dear Annabelle. I want your cunny now." 

She moved me to a submissive position my bum high and moved her moist slim cock to my rose opening and entered me without resistance. 

"Ohh Catherine that feels just so perfect, please fuck me." 

She again grabbed my breasts, this time from behind, pinching my nipples aggressively. As she did she increased the depth and speed of her thrusts. Catherine turned me and slid my hips to the edge of the bed, which allowed her deep penetration. She leaned to kiss me, pausing her drive a moment. 

"Annabelle, fucking you, I'm fucking you and, I'm going to come, I'm fucking, I, I can't stop, AAAHHHH!" 

The buried phallus had brought Catherine to peak just as her cock had me. I climaxed strongly, deep within my bowels, and my thong was moist with my seed. I moved to kiss her and withdrew the bulging phallus. Bringing it to my lips I licked it clean, then slid the cock into my mouth. Catherine's face was flushed and I kissed her cheeks, lips, ears, and cuddled her face. I then moved lower to her pussy and began again. I loved to lick pussy and Catherine's taste was special. I pushed my tongue deep within then used my fingers as she came a few moments later. I wanted her cock again, and slid it in to place. We fucked again after she orally cleanse my back opening. 

As Catherine slept in my arms I wondered how I'd lost the need to enter her. My penis still responded but the peaks I reached from either sucking or fucking were just so much more intense. Why?

In the morning we showered together and Catherine brought the large toy. She lubed my opening and settled me on the stone bench in the corner. 

"Focus on something else Annabelle." 

I did, her perfect breasts. They move subtly as she moved to position me on the stone seat. Her slick hand spread the lube around the massive shaft and the large bulbous head. She bent to kiss me and then offered the head to my lips. Her fingers were working my opening, massaging to relax the first muscle. Then she slid the tip inside and paused. She withdrew the huge beast and added some more lube and she inserted it again. This time the shaft entered me without resistance but stopped short. 

"Roll a bit on to your side dear." 

As I did she continued and I felt the head move slowly passed my second muscle. Catherine noted that only 80mm extended beyond my tight opening. 

"You've nearly swallowed the toy dear, a bit more?" 

I couldn't believe how different this felt. Catherine pulled it half way out, it slipped out of the inner muscle, she pausing and entered again, pressing the large Seth cock deeper, passing the muscle again. She had complete control of me. My cunny was filled so deeply. Her smallest movements and the toy stirred my arousal. She paused again, then rotated the end still not within me.

"Now fuck me Catherine, and again Cath, Catherine. Yes slow is so, good, good dear. Please fuck me Rine, Fuck me, I'm going to cum Catherine, I need this, this deep dear. Fuck me faster, faster please. Aaahhh!" 

She pushed my thong aside and moved her mouth to my clit as my orgasm filled her, some dribbled on her cheek. 

"Share with me dear," and she kissed me.

The end of Part Eight

To be continued.



A Visit to the North Ch. 09



This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.

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On Saturday Donna arrived at the Ritz Hotel a bit after 11am and reported to the four women that she'd spoken with Marie.

"Mastress or Marie, whomever, she will attend next Saturday evening." She told them of the call details and the questions.

"She asked if a friend could accompany her, a woman named Rachel. I've accepted this as normal. So we'll have twelve or so Saturday next at my home. The time selected was 5pm. These type of events work best as an early cocktail party, then we'll see what, OK?"

Liz and Julie left the City Sunday just after 2pm leaving Michel and Pia at the Ritz. Barbara had arranged for Cynthia Parsons to visit them at the Ritz. 

The attorney again reviewed the video, "The tape is useful but not incriminating. There can be no doubt with the date and time stamp that minutes after your husband disappeared the van leaves from the next block. But beyond knowing he didn't runoff there is nothing this does to further the investigation. I'm sorry we've reached a dead end Barbara. Can I be of any other service?" 

Michel thought a moment then asked, "Have you met or heard of a domme here in Montreal known as Marie Doumergue?" 

Cynthia looked at Barb with a puzzled expression. Barb nodded, allowing Michel's inquiry.

"I have heard of Ms. Doumergue, sure. She is connected with the City politicians and I've seen her name on the contribution listings. But I'm uncertain she is known as a dominatrix, and what if any connection has she to this case?"

"It may be nothing," Pia said, "We're a bit out of sorts, and reviewing our options." 

Pia walked toward the attorney. She was dressed in an elegant skirt with a pink chiffon V-neck blouse. Cynthia wondered about the relationship of these two women. Barbara seemed changed since they last met weeks ago. 

"Can I pay you for your work, or will you forward an invoice?"

After the meeting Michel received a message from Donna. They were invited to the house Tuesday afternoon. With no other agenda for the next few days the two decided to spend some time with her beauty. 

Near five that evening Pia was restrained at the wrists and Mistress step to the bathe and prepared. Pia was excited and waiting on her knees beside the oversized king bed. She kept her head down, knees and heels together, as she considered the general issue of my disappearance, her new relationship and the lack of a clear direction. After nearly 14 weeks she had nothing other than her new found self and Michel. Was this enough? What could have happened to her past love? Was Michel a sufficient Mistress? Could she protect and guide Pia? Was her life to be focused on submission and Michel's care?

Mistress came into the room and Pia saw her image in the mirror. There was menace in her look. From her provocative outfit a large phallus projected. It had a destination and Pia knew what and how to worship the woman dressed in black. Love her, allow her to push the limits, be her little one without fail or questions. Here was a new beginning. She could hold no hope for my recovery, since there was nothing she was capable of causing to happen that might produce me. She turned and allowed the phallus to enter her mouth. Without her hands she could only kiss and suckle her Mistress's cock.

Meanwhile across town Donna placed a call to someone she hadn't previously considered capable of helping to resolve Pia's problem. Thomas took the call from his old friend. After the plight of Pia was carefully and subtly revealed he immediately said,

"Donna there may be a way to aid the rescue of her previous husband." 

He was clear and unambiguous. It was well passed to late. He assured Donna that Mastress and her team never failed. Therefore if I was with them I was no longer a male.

Thomas didn't detail nor specify the history but he was clear.

"Trust me, I've fucked several of her, I mean Mastress' girls. They're the real thing Donna. Only a DNA analysis would be incriminating. She only takes, I mean recruits, those she and her team are absolutely certain can be transfemme so you must press this woman Pia that she be fully prepared to meet a woman."

Thomas paused, "I know it sounds simple, but Mastress rejects any sign or hint of opposition. This may sound astonishing but you may simply challenge her at this party. Even better that she is attending with Rachel. Rachel's the Boss and the others follow her unequivocally."

Donna chuckled, "Thomas surely you're incorrect. I just mention her operation and she gives it up?"

It seemed crazy, "She works to conceal the operation." Thomas said, "If you can handle putting her on the spot she will, or I should say I think she will just give the woman away."

Donna paused as she considered the suggestion.

"How long has Mastress been running her operation?" 

Donna hoped to have Thomas clarify the conditions of Marie Doumergue's history. Maybe she would ask him to attend the party as well? May be she could simply call and elaborate the knowledge.

Thomas paused, "I recall our first encounter was at least eight years ago. She and I met at a political function and I could sense her interest. She likes well hung men, and as you know "

"Yes Tommy, you're no boy!" 

She had been with him twice prior to finding Douglas. Thomas was a bit too large for comfort and he had a mean streak.

"After several months, no it was probably after a year, we became comfortable, meeting several times a week. Then she asked me to come by her place."

"Her apartment Thomas?"

"No, I meant to say the Estate along the Parc. She has a beautiful compound of old stone buildings. I eventually met Rachel and the other women but that was some time later. We had quite a love affair for many years. Marie is more centered than one would think. She sees her Sisterhood as providing a needed service. I can't think of her telling me of any noise or problems with these girls. Anyway, one night while visiting her at the Estate she had me 'initiate' one of the new girls, I think her name was Paloma, but that was, jeez, over six years ago."

The idea that the Sisterhood had operated for this long was perplexing.

Thomas said, "Mastress had me enter a room in the middle of the night. I had my cock sucked by this trainee, though she was blindfold. There were several other occasions each year and usually she'd ask me to fuck them prior to their placement. But our affair ended about three years ago. She had asked me to handle a problem for her and I just couldn't see any moral direction in it. It had nothing to do with this business. It was a political situation and I just had a conflict that she couldn't see. So after five years the affair ended. I still love her though. I saw her about six month ago and we're still capable of setting a fire, ha-ha. Yeah she still gets my heart going."

"So you visited her house many times. How many trainees have you encountered during all those visits?" Donna was surprised at Thomas's willingness to discuss such a secret relationship and she sounded anxious. 

"Don't think I'm not aware of the consequences Donna. She would be upset with me. Well, it depends on how this gets resolve you know. That is if she actually has pull this man off of the street."

Thomas knew and felt he could speak to Donna honestly due to her discretion but also since he was aware of how sincere Mastress was regarding what she did with the girls. 

"Too many to count dear, but maybe twelve, no more than that. But they were all happy, and quite settled. I didn't see the transition period, the first six to ten weeks, with the healing and specific care these girls received. Marie and I mostly met at her apartment. I'd visit her and Rachel maybe once every other month at the Estate." 

"Would you consider coming to my domme party? Douglas will be there and at least one other mixed couple. You could be of help Thomas." 

She could now see Pia's search being resolved with a bit less drama, and potentially no criminal behavior nor blackmail. 

"Sure," offered Thomas. "Can I expect any interesting action?"

"No Thomas, not at the event but I will certainly owe you for your help. I'll enjoy returning your favor dear. I can handle you on occasion."

Hanging up Donna decided to withhold the information. It was still crazy that this Mastress did have Pia's husband. A real long shot. She would plan on a failure rather then success.

Michel had a plan for Tuesday evening with Donna so she pressed Pia to start her bathing early. 

"First come here dear girl. No just stand so I can review the trim of your mound." She pushed the girl's legs wider and touched the outer lips. 

"Pia you need a quick shave, oh you're a bit tight here," touching her rear opening. 

"Let me find that special plug." She stood and moved to the makeup desk. Returning with a large glass toy, Mistress moistened the glass and then sat again. 

"Turn a bit dear, and lean over, OK? I want you to clean your bum and then come see me."

Pia knew her Mistress wasn't happy with her so she took care to address the passage. 

A bit later stepping to Michel for a final check she gladly allowed the large glass toy to enter her rear opening. 

Mistress had set out their garments and Pia started to dress. 

"No dear I want to prepare you. Sit for me while I do your face." 

Pia couldn't see her face while Mistress worked and before dressing her sub, Mistress placed a soft blindfold over the subs eyes. After her Mistress helped Pia with the dressing only then did she release the blindfold and allow her to move to the mirror. Pia smiled when she saw the soft ivory lace but with the bright steel exposed wire at her breasts. Looking lower she noted a similar waspy partial corset held her waist. This wasn't truly a structured garment. Pia had lost the 5kg Mistress had required. She wondered if Mistress would allow her a thong or panty. 

"Pia I have a special pair of hose for this evening."

After attaching the near shear light silk, "Now settle your feet into the heels." 

The shoes were tall and platformed to nearly 160mm. Mistress helped Pia with the mid-length sleeves of a sheer wrap-dress, which fell nearly to the floor. 

"You look just about perfect. Ahh, I've forgotten your hat!"

Returning she placed the ivory velour felt beret, embellished with feather and dupioni silk on Pia. 

"Now that's better, you look very sexy. Pia you're ready to be opened dear." She then went the closet and returned with a full-length fur. 

"It's too cool for my fragile beauty. I must keep you warm." 

Pia would wear no panty.

They went to the Lobby and the waiting limo. Pia was again blindfold by Mistress for the car ride. During the short ride, Mistress played lightly with Pia's accessible pussy and occasionally reached beneath her and twisted the glass probe still within her bottom. 

"You will listen and not speak the entire evening, is that understood? Oh I almost forgot your leash and the pearl choker." 

Pia turned toward Mistress and allowed her Mistress to place the jewelry about her neck. Michel removed the blindfold careful not to smudge her beautiful face.

Arriving at the house they met Douglas at the door and he escorted Pia with the leash ahead of her domme. 

"Douglas you are not to speak with my charge but you may have her any way you desire." 

They arose a short stair and entered Donna's private Living Room. 

Pia's Mistress said, "What a beautiful room from which to watch the setting sun." 

Michel walked to Donna, kissing her cheek and then turned to present Pia. 

"I have a present for you Donna. Pia needs to be pressed to respect and handle all of your desires. Douglas may enjoy any of her openings tonight especially the tightness of her rear passage."

"Well then let's have some wine and set a plan. Douglas, white please, and use this black stocking to cover the beauty's eyes will you." 

He called for the wine and walked to Pia's side and wrapped and tied the stocking about Pia's head. 

"I love her hat Michel," said Donna. 

"Douglas, help her atop the low table. Position her on her knees please. I want to inspect this present before you start playing round robin with her sex. Oh, and pull the drapery away from the large mirrors please."

The two dommes settled on the deep sofa and started to kiss and pet each other. 

Holding her new lover's head Donna spoke, "You've read my interest precisely Michel. I want to run Pia about with my stallion. His cock is long and modest in thickness. She will be much the better for it, once we're finished here." 

Pia watched through the stocking as Douglas removed first his clothes and then pushed aside a thick drapery to expose a floor to ceiling mirror over 2 meters wide. She was anxious about having any sex with this man. Though in her heart she knew she would follow Mistress' direction. Her marriage was beyond her now. 

She tracked his movement to the corner and heard him release a pulley exposing a similar mirror attached to the ceiling. Turning to look over her shoulder she saw that Donna had stripped Michel of her sole garment; the black sheer gown was left to the side. Her heels still on Michel stood to turn her bum for Donna. 

"Do I meet your expectations dear?"

Donna moved Michel's hips slightly to allow inspection of her cleft filled with a simple ruby plug. Donna then rotated Michel to expose her shaved mound. 

"Dear Michel, I love the presents," she said as she pulled the plug from Michel and confirmed the scent and taste. 

"Umm you do and you will be filled. Douglas stop what you're doing and please fetch my strapless." 

Donna stood and moved closer to review Pia's outfit and immediately noted the glass protruding from her bum. 

"Two filled girls and Douglas too. I will enjoy this evening!"

- - - - - -

I awoke after a very long rest with Florence and Margrette in my room sitting and awaiting some movement. 

"Good afternoon Annabelle," they both sung. 

I looked about still groggy, saw them rising to come along side the bed. I still didn't realize who was speaking, then the scent of their perfume brought me some clarity, 

"Florence, Margrette, you've returned!" They sat and hugged me. 

"I feel so flat. How long was I napping?"

They looked at each other, "You've been asleep for over thirty hours Annabelle. We're here now to get you ready for the party this evening. Something large is planned," they giggled. 

"Certainly larger than this dear" said Suzanne pushing aside the covers and grabbing my clit. 

"Roll over so we can inspect your cunny dear." 

On my tummy she used her arm beneath me to lift my tush upward. 

"The laser was really effective, no new growth Margette." 

Margrette moved closer and giggled, "I'll check with my tongue." 

She slipped her tongue into me, rimming the muscle gently. 

"We need to clean our girl, let's get a move on Annabelle. To the toilette now."

After my ablutions and having moisturized my face I slipped on a dressing gown and kitten heels and we moved to the dressing. Florence stood ready with a new large steel plug and quickly I was filled. Margrette had assembled a collection of French lingerie, but first she placed a strand of pearls about my neck together with a 3cm choker for my throat and two pearl earrings in each ear. She had a small box from which she took two thin golden rings. She handed them to Florence who placed both on the long toe of my right foot. Next she handed me the white silk three-quarter push-up brasserie, which was trimmed in blush ivory lace. 

I slipped my thin arms through the straps and I leaned my breasts into the cups. Margrette fastened the clasp and reaching around to my breasts settled them within the thin gauze and lace. I looked to notice the bra was adorned with small pearls and a lacy skirt edge beneath the cups and a pretty white satin bow at the center. Next Florence wrapped a six straps suspender belt about me and adjusted the hooks to the narrowness of my 63cm waist. Then they each gathered a sheer near white silk, back-seamed stocking and rolled them up my long smooth legs and attached each of the suspender clips carefully, while adjusting the lay of the hose. The welt of the hose was adored with a satin white bow similar to the brasserie.

Florence had me step into a matching white thong panty and she settled my small clitty into the gaff strip. She next handed me a short silk slip and I allowed the caress of the silk to fall over my shoulders. I brushed the material with my hands down along my curvy body. 

Margrette approached and helped me into a short deep navy blue evening dress that I know must have cost the earth. I stepped into the dress and slid it up, being careful of my long styled hair, and drew it over my wide hips. It was a perfect fit and hung 50mm above the knee. I allowed her to zip up the back. I felt her attach the small clip at the top and folded the material over the seam. 

"Sit down a moment while we decide which heel you'll wear." 

Florence found a perfect 140mm pair in matte black with a small ankle strap and a sharp stiletto heel. These were slightly platformed shoes.

"These are just right Annabelle."

They spent the next 40 minutes with my face. They applied a light foundation, powder, ruby blush, a lip stain and liner, then top gloss, soft tones with deeper shadows on my eyes and mascara three times! 

Florence said, "We don't like false eyelashes and the hormones have helped extend yours." 

They brushed and adjusted the fall of my hair, and then they somehow got it partially up, so that it only reached my shoulders blades. 

They allowed me to stand and move to the tri-fold mirror where I near fell over with shock. Sixteen weeks had proved too much. The man I was in the past had become a beautiful woman. 

"Oh, Oh my, this can't be me."

I stared at my reflection. How was this possible? No one would recognize me. Shit, I didn't recognize myself. I couldn't be more than 60kg. Just thin, model thin, at 178cm tall, but here in 140cm heels I was towering over my two attendants. Florence came behind me first, brushing her hands down my back to the cleft of my bottom. 

Margrette was more assertive as her hand came up my thigh to check and she patted my mound. 

"Good girl Annabelle. You're ready, and just on time." The bell sounded six. She moved her hand to my rear and lifting the hem she slid the thong panel a bit and rotated my plug.

"We'll walk you to the bench where you are to sit until half past six. We have to run off and prepare ourselves, you look absolutely stunning Annabelle."

They were gone, the sound of their heels in the distance now. 

The time passed quickly for I thought back to the first time I hear Rachel's voice, and Suzanne hands touching my leg to release the restraint, to the white trousered man in my dreams. I ran my hand through my long strawberry blond hair recalling how I'd made a decision that day. I thought of Emily's cock in my mouth and Sofia's help and her hugs. This place, these women, Lee and Seth. They had all made me anew. I was a woman that could truly be seen as only a woman. 

I looked at my hands, the nails perfectly shaped and painted ruby red. I touched my thighs, covered slightly by the dress hem, the hose shimmering. My fingers felt the bump of the suspender clasp and I paused to think of the garments that together with my full breasts clarified my sex. This thought caused me to stir and I shifted slightly and felt the stone plug twitch in my bum. My hand move to caress my left breast, I love the size and weight, just perfect. 




A Visit to the North Ch. 09



I didn't want a heavy, large chest. 

"Dita's size," was how Catherine described my breasts. 

I realized how changed my posture and manners were I had lost more than twelve kilos. I tended to hold my head high, pushing my chest forward. I looked at the clock, 6:29pm, I had been daydreaming and had to step quickly. 

I stood and noticed the taut pull of my suspenders and the height of my heels. I recalled my intent and smiled. Seth was my prize this evening and I was ready. I wanted his cock, both in my mouth and deep within my body. 

I walked quicker thinking of the sight in my memory. I entered the Keep but only Rachel was there. Sitting near the window. She nodded for me to approach. I stopped near her side, about half a meter away. She looked at my face and smiled. 

"You look gorgeous Annabelle." 

She turned slightly nearer and reached to touch my leg, her hand caressing the hose and sliding up to my thong. She moved me slightly to allow her better access and turned the stone plug within my cunny. I groaned softly.

"You realize that you still have a choice correct? It would disappoint your client but if you're uncomfortable so be it. I can see you've reached your own conclusion but I want you to be certain. Can you live with this domme couple? They're from North Carolina, middle aged and both are beautiful. They are very excited about you and their new life. They know all of what has happened but we've not shared with them your picture."

I considered this; North Carolina wasn't too far from Washington. But did it matter? No one would ever recognize me today. 

"I'm ready Rachel." She smiled and patted my taut smooth mound.

"The others will be here in a minute. Mastress will lead the evening." 

She stood and kissed me, her hand moving to my bottom again, then wrapped tightly around my narrowed waist. I returned the kiss and her passion was evident. Our tongues played within our warm mouths but I reached to touch Rachel's sex for the first time. She worn no panty beneath her dress and my fingers entered her sex, causing her to moan loudly as we kissed. 

"Getting a head start Rachel?" said Catherine as the four girls entered. 

Lee and Seth followed and Mastress was several steps behind. With the carpet on the Keep floor the only sound was Mastress' heels clicking as she passed the doorway. 

Mastress approached me and said, "Well Annabelle you look lovely. I hope you feel as good as we all do. We're here to discuss your needs and open the doors of your future. So without delay, Rachel can we begin?" 

Mastress stood in the middle and the five girls moved to either side. The men each removed their jackets, ties and shoes and moved near the others. Rachel shifted to Lee and dropped to one knee, her veil like dress seemed to part and exposed her derriere. She loosened the clasp of his pants and the semi-hard cock eased away from the waist. Standing again Rachel took him into her hand and stood pulling Lee along. 

"Annabelle will you join me here?" she said.

"Catherine, please remove her lovely dress."

She stopped at the center of the Keep releasing Lee. When I was near she had Lee hold me while she lifted my chemise and removed the metal plug with a soft, nearly silent 'pop'. 

"We want to watch you take Lee without any interference." 

So began my initiation. I knelt slowly as my mouth moved to lick his large sack and then I moved upward to the tip but without touching the shaft. Lee became very stiff with my tongue teasing, covering his helmet. Gasping his member near his joint I continued licking, the balls and then the head of his cock. I couldn't hold off any longer and opened my mouth and sucked his length completely into my throat just as Margrette had taught me. This was what I loved, a cock in my mouth. The stimulation was bringing me to a peak as well. The tempo of my sucking in and out increased and I brought him climax. His seed spilling down my face. He cleaned some from my face and spread it atop his cock then picked me up and his cock entered me without pause. 

I held on while he plunged deeply into me, He was un-phased by my 60kg weight. My legs wrapped about his trunk. I screamed out, shaking violently atop his cock as I came the first time well before he was ready to release his second. He didn't stop the assault to my cunny, just continuing to bounce me. His hands holding each cheek of my ass he fucked me for long minutes when he seized my waist, pulling out and shot his seed onto my belly, hitting my suspender. I got to my knees and quickly covered him with my mouth, not wanting to lose any of his release. 

Clapping Mastress approached us and kissed me while pulling me to standing position. Then she grabbed Lee's cock and milked it, the cum on her fingers. She moved her hand to my mouth. 

"That was a beautiful fuck Lee. How are you my dear?" 

She brushed my hair away from my face while I continued to lick my lips of cum. I was still out of breath but nodded. 

"Catherine please help me. I want to inspect her cunny. Lay her upon my lap dear." 

Once settled she ran her finger lightly about my opening, which was gapped widely. She moistened two fingers and caressed the muscle, after several moments it slowly sealed. 

"Bring me her plug Suzanne." 

As she approached I saw the phallus protruding from Suz's hips. 

Mastress said, "Annabelle, open your mouth for Suzanne's cock please." 

She positioned the moist plug and slid it back into position just as the soft false cock passed my throat. The cock in my soft mouth wasn't a near substitute for Lee's but while I sucked on Suzanne, still on Mastress' lap, Margrette moved to Seth and dropped to her knees loosening his pants. She began to warm his soft cock up to partial attention. 

Rachel came nearer and held Mastress' hand while she pet my hair. 

"Get her a hair clip please." 

Florence brought a simple clip with a bow and used it to hold my hair. 

Mastress pulled Florence to her, "Please caress me my dear," and Florence slid Mastress' gown down and began to suckle her breasts. 

Catherine had folded my dress and came back to the center of the room. At Mastress' knee she ran her fingers up the back of my legs and parted my gluteal cleft. Then Rine bent down and her tongue rimmed the muscle and plug. 

I moaned and Mastress chuckled, "Suzanne shoot into her mouth now," and my mouth filled with seed. 

It must have been pumped from Lee earlier because I knew his taste. The massive load seeped from the corners of my mouth. 

Rachel suggested a pause and came near to help me clean my face with warm cloth while Catherine settled my lingerie. 

We all sat near the fire for about half an hour. The girls switched off keeping Seth semi-hard and I recalled what I heard about super large cocks. 

Mastress was in the middle of the sofa and I was beside her on the left. She lazily stroked my nipples through the material of my lingerie. 

"Are you happy with the size dear? I mean we can alter them a bit if you'd like?" 

I simply nodded no. Catherine was on the other side and had her hand in Mastress' pussy, occasionally removing her hand and licking her fingers.

"Annabelle I'm about to change your life. When Seth puts that big cock inside you, you will understand why life is better this way. We've all experienced large cock, each girl who we've trained has as well. He will fuck you to complete your transition. Do you wonder about anything, about handling a large cock?" 

I thought she'd had known about Catherine prepping me with the dong, but maybe not. I recalled how after I was properly prepared Catherine had been able to deeply fuck me. I was daydreaming on the sofa and Mastress noticed. 

"You must be thinking of something extraordinary. Questions dear?"

"No Mastress. I'm ready. The girls have helped me reach this point. I'm lusting for his cock and watching them I want to get him to myself." 

I was moved from Mastress' lap with Catherine's aid. She reached below my chemise and rotated the plug while we kissed. We moved to the low table. The same one where weeks ago I'd watched Sofia being taken by Seth. I was on my knees atop the table and I moved into the position she wanted, my bum sticking high above my shoulders and head. 

"Remove her chemise and brassiere please Margrette. I want to watch her breasts moved while she plays with Seth. Seth please begin as slowly as possible. We all enjoy watching your cock entering a new cunny." 

My upturned ass allowed him to simply slide about on my rosebud. But Florence step near and moved him away a moment. She brought her mouth to my bum and released a bit of Lee's seed and used her tongue to push it into my opening as well as covering the cleft as well. 

Mastress said, "Thank you Florence I'd forgot that detail. We want her to thoroughly enjoy this. Margrette will you please introduce Annabelle to his cock for me?"

Meanwhile Catherine had installed a strapless dildo into her pussy and positioned herself near to my lower head. 

"Suck on me as Seth fucks you dear girl." 

Seth had come to the edge of the table but was awaiting Margrette's direction. She was at my posterior with Seth's member in her hand. She positioned the head at my rosebud and looked to Mastress. Receiving a subtle nod she eased the head of the large phallus into my canal. 

Surprise was evident on Mastress' face as she witnessed the shaft slowly enter me without resistance. I was focused and moaning with Catherine's smaller dildo in my mouth. The length of Seth's member sliding deeper still. His hands were at my hips and he shifted me slightly while deeply planted and his member seemed to slip even further inside my cunny. I stopped sucking on Catherine, breathed deeply and looked over my shoulder, since he had paused.

"My, that was a special penetration Seth. Annabelle seems to have handled your big cock very well." 

Mastress' comment pleased me and I smiled as Rine's phallus slipped back into my mouth. Her action and the comment distracted me and I wasn't prepared as Seth began pistoning my tight rosebud. I shrieked loudly due to the surprise but quickly settled upon his cock. Seth sensed I was comfortable and increased the pace. His depth was still surprising me and his fucking was intense. He paused and turned to lay me on my back with his large cock just at my opening of my body.

I moved upward and reaching up kissed him, his tongue now fucking my mouth. He decided to fuck me while standing. His left hand was holding my left leg above the table and his right on the nape of my neck. I was enjoying the penetration but he wasn't completely inside me. He picked me up and danced about with me atop his big cock. He then moved me to the table, but again on my back and he lifted my hose covered legs to his shoulders, which allowed his massive cock to slip deeper within me. 

Slowly shifting my hips about I felt the helmet slip inside the second muscle. He slowly fucked me deeply, pulling out and re-passing the inner muscle for several minutes while on my back. Somehow I had withheld my peak until now but I couldn't suppress it and I came strongly, my thong caught any seed for he didn't pause the fucking. He just continued pushing in and out of the deep muscle, and I was shocked when the stimulation caused my clit to stiffen, though it was still tight within the thong.

He lifted me with his strong arms by my thighs, turning me while still on his spike, and continued from behind, my back tight to his chest. In this reverse position he could reach around to my thong-covered mound. He started a rhythmic patting of my mound and hence my damp thong covered clit. I could look into the girl's eyes now and saw for the first time myself with Seth behind me projected in a large mirror on the near wall. I touched my breasts with one hand while the other reach around to Seth. I pulled him to my mouth and we kissed over my right shoulder. 

Turning back I looked to Mastress, "He's fucking me, I'm fucking him." 

She stood and came near and he paused allowing her to kiss me while her hand caressed my mound. 

"You're a really good fuck Annabelle. He's smiling as well. Convince her she can be all woman Seth."

With her command of release Seth aggressively thrust into me several more times and then arching his back, and loudly grunted. I felt him shoot within my body but then he pulled out of my cunny as he rotated me toward his face. His hot seed continued to erupt onto my breasts and face. 

What a cock I had just been fucked by. Seth re-inserted the still stiff cock into my gapping opening as he laid me down on the sofa for I had passed out.

The end of Part Nine

To be continued.



A Visit to the North Ch. 10



This is a closing of the mystery story of Annabelle's life changes. Having met and been with Seth the story turns to the future. But Thomas' suggestion might prove impossible.

The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments. 

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Part Ten

Friday afternoon Liz and Julie arrive back in Montreal. They were anxious for the meeting but felt there was at least some hope. They're travel had allowed them to discuss the possible recovery. 

Donna had asked to meet everyone so that the arrangements for the gathering could be agreed to and understood. Donna felt she needed to control the party mood and not allowing Marie to feel any pressure. Douglas had made the food and drink arrangements and the waite staff were all young women from the nearby University. They were offered an incentive if they would wear a simple maids outfit. The staff would be witnessing a gather of strong women and several submissives and each was instructed to stay clear of any activities of a personal nature. Michel and Pia had been informed of Thomas's thoughts on the abduction at the Tuesday evening dinner and were prepared to simply ask Marie about the December disappearance at an appropriate time. 

Donna had the financial alternative arranged; the sum had been transferred into Canadian dollars. Her instinct led her to trust Thomas but she didn't agree with Michel's plan. She felt sure a payment would be required.

Liz and Julie were staying the St. James so they met Michel and Pia at the Ritz prior to the gathering. On the cab ride to Donna's they expressed their surprised that Donna had found someone such as Thomas. 

Liz was completely in disbelief, "Michel, can we trust this BSD? Why or how did Donna decide to bring this Thomas into this? I mean what if he's a part of this abduction?"

She was shocked that Donna felt comfortable discussing the plight of Barb's husband with this man. It was only after Liz understood his suggestion they started warmed to the idea. 

"It still may lead nowhere girls. We've got no assurance he's been taken by this Ms. Doumergue. We have to be realistic." Julie offered. "And there's a real possibility that he isn't a male at this point."

"Where did you hear Thomas was well endowed Liz?" Michel asked.

They couldn't waste time, their cab had arrived at Donna's hillside home. Once inside Donna asked them to finish their preparations.

Julie had agreed to be the 'sub' for Liz, but hadn't agreed to the restraints that Michel took as her right. Pia quietly suggested to Julie that she might just relax and enjoy the event. 

"Julie, have you ever been made to wear an anal plug? If not you might be surprised by the benefits dear. Would you like to borrow one of ours, maybe a small one like this?" 

She produced a 30mm diameter penile shaped plug of shiny metal. Julie had been penetrated by many toys and smirked.

Pia said, "Just consider it Julie," and she placed it in her hand. 

Pia was dressing herself when Liz entered and asked further about the device. 

"I think we shouldn't be over the top in our dress but clearly sub to Michel and Liz," Julie said. "I don't need your toy as a inducement Pia." 

Pia showed her the outfit she intended to wear and Julie agreed to dress likewise. Then she retired to the bathe. When dressed Julie look beautiful and several simple adjustments to her makeup and outfit were sufficient for Michel to pass a compliment. 

"You look perfect my dear. And are you wear the plug?" 

Julie looked down to her heels and said, "Yes Mistress, I cleaned myself and placed the plug. Should I show Elizabeth?" 

Michel smiled and Liz came near. She lifted the subs skirt and felt her cleft and the protruding ring. 

"Very good girl. I will fuck you a bit later! And I like the black bra with the shear white blouse. But you will not call me Elizabeth, only Mistress is acceptable".

- - - -

Donna had arranged to have most of the guests come earlier than Marie and Rachel. When the two appeared the party and discussions were underway and Michel & Pia were already comfortable. Liz and Julie were a bit behind the learning curve and tried to mimic the others as best as possible. They had a brief conversation with Thomas. He suggested that he would introduce the pair to Marie when appropriate. 

Marie was the last to arrive and once settled began to mill about exchanging small talk with the other dommes. Rachel was escorted on a white leather leash and though not all of the subs were restrained Rachel was clearly well practiced. She would descend to her knees when Mastress stopped to talk with any of the other guests. 

Julie wasn't prepared when Liz decided to move toward Marie. She thought Liz would await Thomas' introduction.

Liz slipped passed several women, Julie atop her very high heels tottering. She paused slightly to allow Julie to come alongside and then step to greet Marie.

"May I present myself Ms. Doumergue? I am Mistress Elizabeth from the States."

Marie looked Liz over carefully, "You quite new to leading your sexy woman aren't you? I could offer several suggestions."

Julie smiled though she was looking down to Marie's shoes and Liz had to turned and stared her to be still.

"Well I can't hide that fact Ms. Doumergue, but she is very good at other things."

Marie paused her, "I meant no disrespect Mistress Elizabeth. It's clear your charge isn't accustom to such tall heels." She looked down as did Liz, "Too tall for this small party I think."

Thomas had excused himself to handle an important call so he and Marie or Mastress hadn't cross paths yet. He came in to the room quickly, noticed the four women and approached Marie and kissed her right cheek.

"I see you have already met my girls from the south. Liz you look wonderful."

Turning back to Marie he said, "I've missed you Mastress. Rachel looks perfect down on her knees." 

This caused Rachel to frown and Mastress to break her smile. 

"You haven't called me that in years dear boy, but I'll allow the error this once."

On the other side of the large room the women seemed to be studying the each other and their subs so Michel's' overt focus on Marie and Rachel appeared well considered and nearly normal. 

Pia was surprised by her attraction to Marie or Mastress. She now realized that her submissive nature had been buried so deeply. She couldn't stop her arousal caused by witnessing the clear super domme move about the room and press Rachel. She was in awe of how Rachel was attired, a strapless corset in black with feather details across the tummy and twelve suspender clasps holding her elegant silk stockings taut. Her thong was narrow and the material simply parted her vulva. Pia noted the glistening on Rachel's upper thighs. 

Michel was also in a bit of reserve. She couldn't bring herself to cross the room and initiate a discussion. Mastress didn't appear to be watching the pair as Michel moved to talk with the others. She seen Thomas enter from the upper hall and go to Marie and kissed her cheek. 

Marie was about to ask him something when he crossed the room. Michel saw him coming and prepared her mind for the next step.

Thomas drew Michel near and immediately kissed her. 

Mastress watched carefully as Rachel stood and moved between Julie and Mastress. She whispered to her domme.

"Thomas maybe up to something."

Mastress whispered to Rachel, "Who may she be? That woman seems very anxious."

Just than Thomas turned to look over his shoulder and looked directly at her. This caused Mastress consternation. He then turned back to Michel and took her hand.

As he escorted Michel with Pia just behind her he said, "I think it's time. Waiting may lead Mastress to leaving." 

They both moved toward Mastress, Pia following close behind. He quickly introduced Michel and Pia to Mastress as Michel watched Rachel bent to kiss Michel's hand. 

"Pia is lovely Michel. Your French is good but the accent sounds American?" 

Michel's intent was to not waste a moment and her hand was shaking slightly. Pia placed her own hand atop Michel's to calm her Mistress.

Michel turned to her and smiled and then stepped closer to Mastress, taking Mastress' right hand in hers.

"Ms. Doumergue, we are here from Washington in search of a lost friend. He seems to have been abducted just before Christmas."

Michel felt Mastress' hand withdraw slightly but she continued holding fast.

"He was near Chinatown here in this City. We've nearly given up hope after these five months of finding him but still seek at least the truth." 

Michel turned her head down as she finished speaking and now touching Mastress' arm turned to Thomas. 

He spoke quietly, "We're all interested in the truth dear Marie. We'd like to know you've not had reason to be involved."

Mastress was paused by the final statement. 

"Thomas, can we speak a moment? Rachel please stay. Excuse us Michel." They moved a few steps away. 

"So somehow you and Donna have me in a etau, Qui?" She meant that she was trapped.

Thomas stayed quiet, allowing Mastress a moment to think the question through. She wondered only a moment, realizing the alignment was against the Sisterhood. Better to ask for some consideration? Or simply ask to forgiveness? Her policy in the past was to protect the Estate and the Sisterhood from any interference or criminal investigation. 

"There is the issue of compensation Thomas. What might be acceptable?"

He turned slightly and looked to Michel, "A small token would be, say one hundred thousand?" as he nodded slightly to Donna and Michel.

Thomas watched her thinking it through and offered, "How many do you have at this time dear?"

Mastress looked into his eyes, "Only the one, she is from New York."

Thomas turned and quietly said, "Accept the sum and the women will keep your dealings private. Otherwise there may be serious trouble", Mastress cut him off.

"You can be of help at this time Thomas. The older woman is not married to my girl. Who or what is she to this woman Pia?"

He turned slightly and moved closer, "Evidently your girls wife is Pia, quite lovely as she is prepared. Michel is not quite her Mistress. I mean she is but theirs in a recent relationship. How many months have you had the 'girl'?"

"It's of no import dear Thomas. Let's get this settled. I don't like being compromised as you are very aware."

She continued, "Help me resolve this without them going any further. You know we have a girl, not a man 'friend' and she is from New York. So they must accept the conditions and we'll aid Annabelle's re-integration. Can I depend on your council?"

He smiled and kissed Mastress, "Certainly, and Annabelle is a beautiful name for a good looking girl, or a hound?"

"She is a real beauty that we've all enjoyed. She quite a sexual creature Thomas. Capable of great pleasure. We'll miss her surely. She is very well trained; you might have wanted to be with her Thomas." 

Mastress looked to Rachel who was only two steps away and caught enough to understand. She was very aware of the next steps. 

Mastress turned and stepped assertively back to Michel and Pia, "I have a bit of news but we need to settle an important condition. Thomas will be the intermediary and will provide a release early tomorrow in Old Town." 

She turned away without another word and collected Rachel's leash and left immediately.

Pia collapsed as the words settled in her mind, but Thomas was able to catch the woman. Michel bent to her knees and kissed her.

"We're so happy Pia," but she was not conscious. "Thank you Thomas!"

- - - - - 

I was awakened by Catherine early Sunday morning before the dawn. 

"Prepare yourself carefully dear as I've packed a few of your things and a makeup case." 

I looked at her quizzically.

"Get moving Anna. I need you to focus. A car will be here in fifty minutes. Go now to toilette, please!"

Mastress was waiting for me in the Keep. She was at the window. I walked to her and she turned. 

"You look beautiful Annabelle. I needed to prepare you in too short a time. As of now you are Annabelle Renard of Montreal, age thirty-five. Your passport will be delivered to the Hotel Ritz sometime before Wednesday. You have a group of friends staying there and they are one choice you could make. Let them help you get re-established, either in New York or Washington."

I looked at her with a small tear forming in my eye, "Are you simply allowing me to leave?"

"There is an account with $100,000 dollars to help you and two credit cards in your name that I will pay for the next year." 

This wasn't the plan! I had spent months becoming this new person, a woman, a sexual being who lived to be with both women and men. She was pushing me away after teaching me to suck a man's penis, to take his phallus deep into my body? I wasn't capable of just leaving!

"I must sit down, and Mastress I need you to further explain why, why you've decided to simply 'release' me."

She did sit beside me and our legs touched as she told me of the evening she had at Donna's. She didn't explain my wife's position only that she was aided by "several lovely women".

She was close and seemed to want to kiss me, "You have to decide now Annabelle. I cannot risk destroying the forty-five girls who were here before you."

I reached to turn her face toward mine but she moved my hand and continued, "Alternately you could simply move on independently. You're a beautiful woman with these assets and the freedom of cash. If you need some time to consider the alternatives you can use the Hotel St. James. No one there will recognize you and you could stay there a couple of days, you need to get your bearings dear. What you cannot do is stay with us beyond this morning." 

Mastress reached to the table and retrieved a small ring box. "This is for you to never forget that I will be with you forever Annabelle."

Mastress slipped the one carat solitary ring on to my fourth digit of my right hand. "I'll hope you may find your heart soon, and if you again meet the wife of the past you remember that I helped you become what I feel you wanted all those years ago."

She took my head and musing my hair she kissed me deeply, "I do love you. I've loved all of the women who have been here with us Annabelle."

She stood and turned to look over the City, "I have to take this step to protect all of the girls we've helped. Sofia and Emily wouldn't care to be exposed to an investigation." 

I listened carefully and emotion started to take control, but I stayed focused awaiting Mastress to conclude. 

"We need you to understand there will be no future contact with the Sisterhood and there will be no investigation. Just you leaving for your next step." 

Mastress looked back to me and again turned to the window. 

I stood quietly and moved to her side, thinking of all kinds of questions but foremost who had arranged this shift in Mastress' plan. 

I sounded a bit emotional when I said, "But Mastress, the placement was settled, why do I now just leave?" 

She didn't look at me but offered, "Your wife has somehow decided to pull you back to her. There are many changes you have been through but she as well as been changed and can't return to her near past, just as you can't. There is no winner in this outcome nor any easy decisions. Catherine and Rachel will finalize your travel. Please forgive me for working toward these changes only to have them be unsettled so near the completion." 

She came to me and reached to hug me. I thought, could I do this? Move away from this place, from her, from the others? I looked over my shoulder to just walk away, but turned and accepted her hugs.

"Please forgive us Annabelle and be safe and happy. You deserve the best."

- - - - -

Once in the car I asked the driver to simply drive around the City. I sat looking out the window at the place that would from today forward, I would say was home. The people noted the beautiful German limousine, watching it at traffic lights. I didn't realize they were actually looking at me. I was taking it in but not registering the details. I felt lost. I lowered the vanity mirror and reviewed my makeup but really just looked to see just how I was changed. Did they reshape my nose? My chin seems a bit smaller and of course my neck was smooth. I looked into my eyes, inside they had changed me the most. 

The good looking driver wasn't aware that I had checked out his package as he helped me enter the rear door. I'd swung my skirt widely and he had to have seen my panty. I didn't want him per se, but I was aware he could fill me and I could play with him.

After ninety minutes I thought clearly again, "Take me to the St. James in Old Montreal please."

I had made a decision; I would spend the night alone. I needed to see what I was as well as who I was before I allowed any others to carry me somewhere, a place I hadn't decided I wanted to go. 

I checked in using one of my cards as Annabelle Renard. The comfortable south room allowed me to look toward the river, just water moving eastward. I tried to cry for my lost situation but just couldn't. I liked what Mastress had made of me. 

I emptied my four large cases to review what Catherine had packed. The lingerie, dresses and skirts, stocking and socks, twelve pairs of shoes including sneakers and flats. I had clothes to get me through about a week and sufficient makeup. She'd remembered a toothbrush and makeup removed. I turned the room temperature to 27c degrees and removed all of my clothes, laying them on the bed.

As the room warmed I felt more comfortable and I used the full-length mirror in the bathe to study my body. My breasts and waist were just shocking, still. Naked and smooth my body looked wonderful. My little clit was perfect when this small, and without the testes the sac had shrunk tightly. I could easily tuck it away and forget the 65mm clitty. I returned to the edge of the bed and pulled my thong into place, settling the clit just so. Back in the bathe at the mirror I enjoyed this look the most, but felt a bit too natural so a got my heels, the medium ones. The mirror confirmed my minds eye: I was a very sexy female. I started to think about my clit and it started to swell. I decided to review the possibility of it's size and stimulated it to its full 20cm and 12cm girth. I did so now to confirm my earlier shower 'studies' at the Estate and voila! The rigid organ was too much. I couldn't enjoy the look. I loved being more of a girl and the turgent organ drew too much attention. I sat to consider the view a moment and allow the size to reduce. I realized this marked the conclusion of my gender variance. 

I turned to see my profile, that of a girl. I gasped in amazement when I noticed my breasts, rising as I stood, prominent above my rib cage. I would try to remain as my mind felt, a girl with a very large clit. No, a woman of thirty-five years, I'd lost four years! And the nearly six month of training with Mastress and the Sisterhood.

Mastress had been clear; the resilient quality of the skin on my neck and face had the doctor reporting my estimated age of no more then thirty-six, a nice trick! I returned to the mirror and looked carefully for any sign of cellulite or scars from the surgeries. My breasts were healed and there was no redness at the insertion. Catherine had done the same weeks ago. She had said the diet at the Estate and the amount of good clean water we drank helped, as did the Basti. I couldn't find any dimpling on neither my thighs nor my sweet bottom. 

I cupped my breasts, nearly a full C, and 90-66-95, almost 178cm tall. The nipples became taut with my self-stimulation. I wondered if my feet were too large, they seemed OK for my height at size 39. The blonde very long hair was so beautiful but I realized I'd need to manage the extensions every two weeks. Or maybe I could visit the salon in the morning and have just my own hair back. It won't even reach my upper shoulder so I'd have to deal with the short length for months. I decided to wait to remove the extensions since naked I loved it touching my back. 




A Visit to the North Ch. 10



I was convincing as a woman nearing middle age and I wouldn't have to face the menopause nor had I had to contend with the other growing pains and self destructive behavior and body awareness issues. I showered slowly then stepped out and began to towel myself. I noticed the reflection in the mirror. It was me, hair wet on my head but naked and smooth. I could have been mistaken for a middle-aged model and my adjusted voice was perfectly fluty. I moved to the bed and then napped in the cozy robe the Hotel provided.

In early evening I thought I should venture beyond my room, maybe the Bar? Spending some minutes to get my hair just right then I focused on dressing for a first public visit as Annabelle. Catherine had sent me with several pairs of panty hose, which I elected to use with a simple soft brown wool skirt and a white blouse. I selected a medium heel and a hair clip made the outfit a bit more casual but I'd need a sweater. I left the room and used the elevator to the lobby. 

Turning left I entered the Bar without thinking. I was a single woman drinking at a Hotel bar! Was I trying to get picked up? I stopped and started to turn back to the elevator when I saw out of the corner of my eye Julie and Liz at a table near a large window. They of course couldn't recognize me so I turn back to the bar. I decided to sit at the bar to watch for a while. I could view them in the mirror behind the stack of bottles. The two were clearly upset, for they would occasionally hug one another. When they'd finished their drink and were leaving they passed close without restricting their discussion for lack of worry it would mean anything to the patrons of the Bar. 

"She's somewhere in the City, she has no identification, so she can't leave town." 

Liz interrupted, "I'm worried about her but we just need to be patient Julie. We'll see what tomorrow brings, OK? Let's meet Pia and Michel and go to dinner."

I was surprised by the clear gender terms and their concern. I thought I was on my own for they couldn't see me as a woman! But they didn't seem phased by my gender change. I was truly shocked, and I was surprised, how could they just move along? Weird, and who were Pia and Michel, and where was Barbara? 

I considered following them but just then the barkeep said, "The gentleman has asked if he might buy you a drink." 

She pointed to the opposite side of the bar where a handsome man sat and waved slightly. I looked back to the barkeep, looked toward the elevator Lobby but surprised myself by saying yes.

Later that evening I found myself in his room with his beautiful normal sized cock in my mouth. I left quickly after the sex and returned to my floor via the stairway while he was peeing. I found I was an adventuresome woman and alert since I'd not left my bag nor removed my clothes. I just wanted to taste his sweet cock and seed. He didn't know I was staying at the Hotel so I figured I'd just be a bit more cautious, and reserved, tomorrow.

Awaking late Monday morning I decided to spend the day in my room alone. Catherine had sent me off with a nice fleshy phallus. I was still in bed and wearing a simple satin negligee and reached for the toy. Moisture from my mouth was sufficient for the size and it easily entered my upturned butt. I discovered at the Estate that I enjoyed sucking a cock nearly as much as getting fucked but right now I really needed to be driven. I rolled to a sitting position and while holding the balls of the toy fucked me slowly. The peak was delicious and this time I oozed a small amount of seed. 

Afterward I laid in bed and read the papers. After an hour I flipped the TV on but I wasn't interested in the movies so I watched CNN. The third story was about all the noise a transwoman from the United States was stirring due to a discussion of her new book on transgender self-identity and gender awareness. Given my new view and life the point was worthy but I couldn't follow up on the show since I didn't have a computer nor a smartphone. I realized I needed to address this and called down to ask the front desk for the nearest Wireless store and decided to go there before lunch. 

The neighborhood around the St. James was very familiar and the walk to the store was pleasant. Moving on the street as a woman was thrilling but I was new to this and it would get old, especially in some of my high heels. With the reflection from the store windows I could note the attention my simple walk caused. Both men and women occasionally turn to watch me.

At the telephone store the staff was a bit off focus. The young associate couldn't keep his eyes on my face so the manager stepped to help me. I was happy he accepted my credit card as sufficient ID for the iPhone purchase. The plan was initiated and I left stopping for a simple lunch at a deli that had seats for the area office workers to sit for a quick lunch. While sitting away from the window I was surprised to see the girls walk by at a stroll but heading east. Barbara was with them but she'd changed her hair color and style and she was dressed very provocatively for a middle-aged manager. Her dress wasn't office wear, more stylish and sexy and she looked quite becoming. But there was a fourth woman with them. She looked a bit older and was elegantly dressed and her manner seemed lordly. 

This time I slip quietly behind them and saw them enter a Department store that specialized in women's wear. I thought I could just browse the store while they did their shopping. After a bit I found a nice hat and decided to purchase it. This almost caused me to lose them, but I saw they'd simply moved to the Lingerie Department. Clearly this unknown woman was in charge of the others. She seemed to direct Barbara, and I saw Liz modeling an outfit for her while Barbara stood by quietly. She even handled the payments as the others moved toward the exit and the street.

They found another boutique and I realized I could return to street to amble along and await their next stop. They were in the shop for over an hour and I'd exhausted the various boutiques and electronic stores nearby. When they finally exited the boutique with many bags I watched as Liz hailed a cab. The older woman and Barbara got in but Liz and Julie said their goodbyes. Then they turn toward the St. James. I gambled to avoid a chance encounter and found the Hotel via a side street. I was sitting reading a newspaper in the Lobby when they entered the elevator. They got off on the same floor as the gentleman whom I'd had a brief encounter with the evening before.

The stupidity of my sexual drive now might affect my re-introduction to Liz and Julie. I had nearly decided to approach them while at the St. James to gauge the possible reception by Barbara. Returning to my room I considered the options and decided to dress and visit the girls directly. I call the Front Desk and ask for their room number, using an excuse related to an evening encounter the day before. Luckily the young man who I spoke with recognized me by name and, though a bit eager provided the suite.  

Maybe I should call their room? No, I wanted to see the reaction on their faces. It could sink me, but I needed to know. I quickly cleanse my self and showered without washing my hair. I used moisturizer and a dap of Chanel no.5, Barbara's favorite scent. I considered the selection of dresses. I selected soft white lingerie and an elegant dress with some discreet jewelry and shoes. The ivory A-line dress with beige sheer pantyhose looked and felt right, as did the 120mm nude colored pumps. A quick touchup of my afternoon makeup was necessary, fixing the lip stain and I changed my bag. The makeup and cards moved to a small beaded gold bag with a strap. 

The elevator was busy due to new arrivals checking in and I waited for a few minutes. I had enough time to consider that I might run into my man friend. I hoped to simply move to their doorway and knock. I gather my nerves as the elevator opened and I was alone. The ride was brief and I encountered no one on either floor. The suite was at the end of the hall. 

I stood near the door for over a minute, thinking but also listening. Their voices seemed to indicate that they were preparing for the evening. I knocked and stepped back to allow my heart some space. Julie opened the door casually speaking, "It's the extra towels dear, I'll handle it."

When she saw not a maid or hotel worker she smiled lightly, "Yes, can I help you?"

I couldn't speak, and just stood there, nervously rotating my left heel. I was, without a doubt, feeling severe trepidation. 

"I'm, I was, I mean, Julie. This is so hard, I'm Annabelle."

She screamed so loud it hurt my ears. 

"Liz, Come in, LIZ! My goo, Annabelle is a beautiful, Liz she's, come meet Annabelle. You really are very pretty! It's a shame Pia and Michel couldn't be here. They have worried about you since we were told of the release. We'll call them, they've been dying to meet you."

In a flash Julie pulled me inside, and wrapped her arms about me and then Liz came through the narrow hall. 

"Oh my God Annabelle, we finally meet you, my God you are so beautiful."

"I've got to call Pia!"

I tried to slow them down, "Please wait before you call anyone Julie. And who is Pia?" 

I said turning to Liz, "I'm uncertain I can force myself on you. Where is Barbara? Thank you for says so, but I'm so unsettled."

Liz realized the confusion I was experiencing. 

"First Annabelle you are not putting us out at all. And Barbara and Pia are the same. She has a new nickname. She has kept us all focused on finding you. We didn't think we would ever see you again, yes I realize there are some 'features' that are new and special. We should sit and let you catch a breath. Then we'll discuss the where and how regarding Barbara and Michel.

Though they seemed to accept me as a woman, I felt very strange as one amongst my old female friends. They were staring at me, reaching to touching my hands, arms, my hair, kissing me. I was home, maybe, but unsure if I truly belonged. But how would Barbara feel? 

"Yes let's sit please, it's been a difficult day. Where is Barbara staying? Who is this Michel? Is there some water?"

Julie brought me a glass and Liz answered, "Their staying at the Ritz. We can be there is five minutes, but when you're ready for that. Michel is, she is Pia's Mistress dear Annabelle. Your Barbara has been through a small metamorphous as well." 

"She's discovered herself a few months ago. She is a true submissive and a lesbian as well!"

I heard the words but couldn't process the thought, "What do you mean, a lesbian?"

Julie hugged me and spoke about the new relationship.

Then why has Barbara gone to all this trouble to, " I need to think but couldn't. 

"Is this Michel violent?" I asked.

Julie said, "Michel's fine and no not aggressive, and she has been superior in aiding us with the search, well, so have several others. Much has changed since December Annabelle. We'll wait for Barbara to go through the details. But I've got to know," touching my right breast, "their real? Your figure has us both thinking of a diet." 

I smiled, "Yes my breasts were modified and are very real. I've been eating so well and the training has kept me burning more fat away, but the Basti cleansing is a real find. I feel great and full of energy."

"And your gender focus is still women, or both? I realize that may be too personal." 

Liz was getting to the important definitions for us. I wanted to avoid the question but I wasn't going to. 

"You'll need to settle these questions for us all, and we can ally with you if necessary."

I looked into her eyes, "I've become aware of my bisexual nature," I touched her arm, "but I still love women's bodies. There have been a few men, and I do love, I really love being penetrated, by girls and boys. And I guess I've developed some dominant traits but also I can be very submissive. Yes the question is personal and I'm happy I can speak with you two about it without anxiety or regret."

"We'll need all night to discuss these events Annabelle. But can we go to the Ritz? Maybe it would be better to just arrive. We were due for cocktails at 5pm anyway."

"Is it near 5 now? Yes I think that's a good plan Liz. I'm staying here so I'll stop and get my coat." 

We met in the Lobby for the ride to the Ritz. 

"Liz I'm really nervous about this Michel. How or why, did I cause this?"

"In an round about way, yes. Barb was despondent when you were taken." 

She covered the early tragic part of the investigation, the film and the Police. 

"But with a little knowledge she started a different approach to finding you and, well because she was a bit lost herself by then and while pursuing this alternative lifestyle lead she met and pretty quickly fell in love with Michel."

Julie added, "She was surprised by the ease of the relationship, and the security. Just as we were, but we'd sensed her submissive character even while with you these past nine years. Her life changed in mid-January, just as yours did in December."

Liz interjected, "We were there for support as we are now for you, but it was her decision."

"I'm sorry to say but I'm a bit uncertain what may lie ahead for you two." Liz was opening the door as Julie spoke this sad statement.

At the Ritz we quickly moved inside. I removed my coat and asked Julie if I looked OK.

"Are you kidding Annabelle? We're both jealous of 'how you look'. Disregarding the fact of your gender shift, either of us would kill to have that butt and those legs!"

Liz hugged me and ran her hand across my butt, "Yes I'd kill for that butt." 

We were outside the suite a moment later. 

Liz said after knocking, "Just remember that Barbara found you, still loves you and will need sometime to adjust to your beauty. Shit I'm completely unsettled by you girl."

At the door she said, "So be patient as well as sincere Annabelle." Then, "It's us Pia."

I heard a new voice, "Just a moment," Ahh there . . Oh, Please come in girls. Pia is still showering, I think." 

Michel was near and I smiled, she did as well. She move passed the girls and hugged me lightly and then kissed my left cheek.

Turning to Liz she said, "This is the best way, right Liz? I'm Michel Shaller, it's so great you're here with us, safe with us. Please come in and sit down Annabelle. Pia, err, Barbara will be here in a moment. Liz, please check on her."

I just stood in the Living Room, like a deer in the headlights. Julie helped me to a chair but in a moment Barbara appeared. But without Liz, she moved while fixing the clasp of a bracelet on her left wrist so she hadn't seen nor heard any commotion. 

"I'm sorry for not answering the bell Mistress." She came into the front room and halted. 

"Oh! Oh my god, oh, " and she fainted. Julie was coming back from the loop around the suite and was near enough to prevent her hitting the floor.

"I'm alright, now my, we're all, I need another minute." She stayed on the floor a moment. "I'm so lucky you were there Julie," turning to Michel at her right she reached for her hand. 

"Annabelle I'm so happy you're safe and we're together. Please come here and kiss your wife."

"I was worried this might be too sudden Barbara." I was looking to Michel, almost for a release. 

"I think I'll go now," I stood and moved toward the door, but Barbara was quickly up to stop me.

"Oh no you don't, you're still my husband, and I need you." 

Pia grabbed my right arm, and swung me into her arms, and kissed me as I stalled and allowed her to hold me tightly. While she kissed me deeply, her hands roamed and exploded my body. The hands moved across my back, feeling the brassiere back strap, moved to my waist and the pantyhose elastic, then further to my cleft. Her other hand dropped to my front mound, but went further, to the hem and lifting it probed for my penis. 

"My god you're intact! Girls she has a cock too. Annabelle, you're still mine, and so sexy. Can we see it?"

I was so happy I nearly fainted. She could still love me. The girl I had become and the friend that I was sure I had lost. Julie and Liz came to our side and hugged us as one. Then I looked toward Pia and nodded at Michel. She was crying softly and had turned slightly away from the scene. 

Pia touched my lips to shhh me quiet. She turned and walked to Michel. 

"Mistress, please, I'd like to introduce my husband Annabelle. She wouldn't have come back if not for your love and support. But Mistress, girls, can I have some time alone with Annabelle? We need a few minutes to understand where we've been."

Liz responded quickly, "Certainly, we'll head to the Lobby. Please call my cell if you need anything Pia. Come on Julie, please Michel, let's leave them alone." 

They moved toward the door and quietly closed it.

The room was very still, Barbara, or Pia stood near and her eyes were tearing. 

"I can't explain myself Annabelle, but I never abandoned my hope I'd find you. I needed you, and in that state I was more distressed and emotionally more open than I knew. Michel was a god sent. I don't know how I might have found the will to accomplish what we did to recover you without her."

Moving to her I lightly held her by her loose arms. 

"Don't fear dear, I'm the one with regrets, and I nearly was lost. What might have happened in even seven days is something I don't want to consider now that we're together. Can you forgive me somehow?"

She looked at me strangely. 

"You? Why do you seek my forgiveness? I feel I abandoned our vows and marriage at the drop of a hat. You dear man, I mean woman, did nothing to cause these events."

"But I should have resisted, somehow, I wasn't strong enough."

"Maybe you don't understand. You didn't speak with Thomas. He assured us that you were gone, as a man at least. The Sisters or whatever they are, had planned and taken you with no intent of releasing you."

"I know some of what you say, what you've come to understand, but still."

"Don't you put this on your heart dear. You were their target."

She may not have understood how Rachel had truly selected me, from my roving fingers on the Web. I stopped that thought: leave this as it is. Let Barbara, or Pia, unload her feelings of guilt, at least for now.

We hugged for several minutes and kissed. "You're so much softer Annabelle, your lips, your skin, even your touch. You're also less strong. I noticed how your arms are much thinner, without big muscles. Step back so I can see all of you."

She said nothing as I stepped back a bit. I felt weird and nervous, so I started to move. Catherine had instructed me in movement, to resemble a model, subtle shifts and poses. I even twirled. 

"Wow, you are a girl Annabelle! Your simplest motion arouses me! I have a beautiful 'wife'? I could get used to looking at you babe. Come closer. Umm, your scent is No. 5 too?"

I was enjoying modeling for her and almost missed the question, "I don't know. It was just the parfum I had in my bags."

I had move to her side and she was looking into my eyes. 

"You're quite good with your makeup Annabelle, and you look stunning. Your skin doesn't look like a forty year old, eh woman." 

She turned to hold me at the elbows, "So how do we two girls carry on? Do we stay together as a couple? Michel will assert herself. I'm as much hers now. Can you see living with me, the submissive," she chuckled. 

"I really am a sub, maybe even to you Annabelle." 

She turned with a sly smile, "Could you domme me dear?" 

I liked the idea of Pia, but how could I deal with another? Michel was in her life now, my relationship was possibly equal but time would tell.

"Do you feel you could share your body with me? Could I see what my husband Annabelle looks like? The figure you present is delicious dear. I'm more than a little jealous, though I have lost 5kg. Come on don't be shy dear, I won't bite, I promise."




A Visit to the North Ch. 10



I turned to allow her to run the zip down and stepped out of the dress. I turned toward Pia. 

"And the chemise?" I slipped it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. 

"Come, I'll release the bra hooks." She paused as I turned back to present myself. 

"Their beautiful Annabelle". She came close and her hands rose to my breasts, then she hugged me, kissing me. Her touch stimulated my nipples which quickly stiffened. 

"Wow, you're getting aroused. That's what I needed to know. You still find me attractive. Feel my panty, I'm wet as well." 

"Am I really the cause of this?" I asked removing my moist fingers from her slit. 

"Of course, and drop your thong, I want to see your, what do you call it now?" 

"My clit, or clitty," I rolled the pantyhose down to my thighs and pushed the skimpy fabric that had concealed my small cock. But her looking and touch had done what I tried to avoid; as a girl I didn't want to become hard. Yet my clitty was swelling. She dropped to her knees. 

"I want your clitty Annabelle." She began to suck me gently, and it rose tall and filled her mouth. She reached around for my testes. 

"Oh my, they've taken them. Well children would prove difficult at my age. That's the end of the pill for me!" She returned to my member in her warm mouth and slowed her pace, I felt I was going to peak.

"Pia, I'm going to, I'm about to," 

"Cum in my mouth my girl" 

Her statement seemed a bit off but also was reassuring. She'd never taken my seed this way. I orgasmed strongly but barely filled her tongue. She was good to keep the seed in her mouth, but then she stood and kissed me deeply. 

"Our first snowball Annabelle. A little one. From now onward we'll share each OK?"

- - - - -

The others were in the Lounge and drinking some Chardonnay as we approached hand in hand. The conversation went elsewhere and they made room for us at the table. 

"So Pia how are you now?" Liz asked and laughed.

"Is it so obvious? Is it my flush that was the giveaway, or the smiles?"

Julie giggled, "I need some time alone with my husband, my ass!" she mocked. "Anything unusual to report dear Pia?"

"Alright you jerks. Mistress, this is my husband Annabelle. May we sit with you just this once? Annabelle, please come and kiss my Mistress."

Michel smiled lightly but turned to me, "Annabelle you will come to my side this moment and show me your respect." 

I knew much would happen during the next several days to settle the relationship that Pia clearly wanted. 

"Would it please you if your sub was to kneel and kiss you?" I walked over to her side of the table and did so. 

Michel kissed Pia and as she did she moved her left hand to her dress hem. Michel exposed her upper thighs and I saw her hose welt, then higher I saw that she worn no panty, her pussy was exposed but concealed from the others at the table. 

"You may now show your respect dear Annabelle."

I slowly moved to kiss her naked mound, running down the lips softly I pressed her thighs apart slightly and projected my tongue tip into her warmth. 

"I think Annabelle will find me a good Mistress my dear Pia." 

The waiter arrived with two additional glasses. We settled close and I found comfort with the four beauties. They asked simple questions at first, about my hair, figure, and my earrings. Then Pia described our recent encounter and sharing. 

Julie suggested names for my small penis but Pia, reserved this for Michel. 

"I will need some time to adjust to having two submissives, and the house in Georgetown will require some minor revisions. Annabelle will have to take some 'ugly' pills. You're just so beautiful dear girl. We'll allow the order of things to develop though. No pressure or statements can change how we'll learn to live and love each other." 

She raised my hand to her lips and kissed it. 

I spoke about my nearly five-month transition so they could comprehend what had allowed me to be in my present state. They had different questions regarding the changes to my body, the training, the memory lose, and the Estate, all except Michel. She simply watched me and followed the discussion. Eventually Liz ordered a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. The Champagne arrived and was served.

"Pia and Annabelle," Liz started a toast, "You're still my best friends, stay together, try and adjust to each other and love Michel. Hear hear!"

Michel stood to speak, "Annabelle, we're all women here and we'd like to initiate you into the group, we're Lesbians, submissives and sexual friends. We'd love you to be with us. Can you love us and me as you did, or do Pia? She has committed to me her love and I want you to share what we have, together. We're so happy you've returned in this beautiful form." 

She moved to my side and kissed me, her tongue deep within my mouth, her hands touching the sides of my breasts. 

I spoke briefly, "I'm very happy with my new self as well, with having become a person, a woman. Thank you for everything each of you has done to allow me to sit here with you. You can't know what this feels like but I assure you I love you all."

Julie suggested we move to the restaurant. 

"Michel we should take Annabelle to dinner. Maybe she could spend the night here with Pia and you? Let's help her feel a little normal tonight." 

She kissed Michel's cheek and mine. We enjoyed the rest of the wine and went to dinner. But Michel had affected me. Strange though, I thought I could dominate her rather then the other way. I cleared my mind and focused on Pia. 

The dinner discussions focused on the problems the girls had with the investigation and when we would head south. Pia suggested that she'd like to stop in New York prior to Washington. I wasn't at home yet but the women would try hard to help me adjust. This would take some time but I was looking forward to time with Pia, and with Michel. 

I needed to find my way as well. 

This was a new life. 

This was my life.

The End

Some people "might by force of will, cause their face to approach those of they're ideal. Some imagine that this is an ability they share with most other people"

from Talking Heads "Seen and Not Seen" 1980

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