Danni found herself sat in a deep wooden chair in circular room lined with wooden panels. Its windows were narrow and though shafts of sunlight came through them, the room’s illumination was supplemented by large candles. The whole setting looked historical like the last place she had seen, though this room seemed rather more austere. A woman kitted out in leather armour with a long sword hanging by her waist stood beside Danni and it seemed that this soldier was there to prevent Danni leaving. She thought it best to see how things would unfold before reacting.

In moments another woman entered. She was probably in her late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was blonde and cropped tightly, there were numerous earrings in her ears and one in her nose. She wore tight black leather, a quilted thick studded leather jacket open to show the shiny rubber basque coating her firm breasts below. She wore tight, smooth leather trousers that ran into polished riding boots which reached to her knees. The newcomer stopped and unashamedly ran her gaze over Danni. She took this leather-clad woman to represent her boss, Karen.

“Ah Shara, another one for me to direct.”

“Yes Captain Utana.” The guard beside Danni responded.

The woman stepped closer. “I’ll have this one for myself.”

Utana clapped her hands and two women in plain jerkins and trousers came through the door she had just used. They hurried over to Danni who watched, not speaking, wondering what Utana’s comment entailed. One of the women with clearly practiced skill suddenly looped a fine rope around Danni’s hands, pulling them tight together. Now Danni tried to struggle.

“Don’t scream, I’ll only gag you and your struggles only make it sweeter for me to take you.”

Utana said, smiling with clear delight; Danni realised the truth behind it and now was unresisting as she was led out, down a short corridor; Utana followed behind. Danni was led into a more plushly furnished side room where two other plainly dressed women waited. Behind them were rails holding clothes most of which were black and many of them seemed to be made of leather. This, Danni thought, was probably unsurprising given what Utana wore.

“Ready her: make her suited to be my Pais.”

Danni had no idea what a Pais was. She guessed it was some kind of servant, but given what she remembered distantly from before when she had stepped through the other portal she imagined there would be a sexual element to it. This impression was confirmed by Utana’s next move.

“You will enjoy being mine, being a real woman.” Utana said, smiling.

The captain stepped slowly in her long boots around Danni before stopping in front of her once more. Utana ran her hand across Danni’s hair and down her face then to her breasts. Then Utana stepped back. “Tell me when it is done.”

Utana glanced briefly at Danni one last time then left the room, her leathered bum swaying as she walked. Then there was the sound of the door being locked. Danni had to admit she was impressed by Utana’s strength and she was curious as to what it would feel being dressed the way the captain clearly liked. That in itself - being dressed the way another woman chose, gave her an unfamiliar but very pleasant buzz. Danni reminded herself that however real this whole thing felt it was just in her mind and there was no risk in going with whatever this scenario asked of her; it was nothing more than an analogy anyway.

No longer resisting, Danni let the four women who said nothing to her, remove her dress, shoes and underwear. She had the feeling that they were adept at doing what their mistress commanded even when the woman they were dressing was far more resistant than Danni had decided to be. She realised quickly, however, that had no desire to put that assumption to the test.

Almost immediately one of the woman guided Danni into a tight black rubber thong, with a long attachment, ending in two glossy spheres. Danni struggled until these slipped into her pussy, and the pleasure that swept over her as the shiny rubber settled inside meant she quickly she lost concentration to the sensation.

Two of the women then eased on another skin-tight rubber garment which clung to her bum and thighs, stretching down to the top of her calves. They then guided one arm and then the other into the gloss so that soon it was stretching to just above her elbows. One then laced up the front so leaving her hardening breasts straining in the tight rubber. It rippled as she moved, soothing and arousing her body. They slipped tight black trousers of a thick leather like those Utana wore, over her glossed legs. Soon the tough but smooth leather was creaking as it shaped to her body. The trousers sat high over her hips and one of the woman zipped the trousers closed sealing Danni’s bum in the skin-tight leather. Looking down, she could see the contours of her thighs and calves in the straining shiny leather. As a finishing touch they slung a large studded belt around her hips.

These were not the kind of clothes that Danni would have ever considered wearing, but increasingly she found she liked them, there was something both sexy and yet protective about them. She had to admit she was growing curious to see what she would look like when the attendants were finished and any thought of struggling against what was being done to her had long faded.

Now another woman eased a matching leather jacket onto Danni’s yielding body. It stretched tight from the top of her neck, was studded at the shoulders and elbows and tapered sharply towards her waist. The woman buckled it down the left side and at the waist sealing her in the leather, pulling the rubber beneath yet closer. Tightly buckled the leather showed her form, her breasts, and body but coated in a shiny black second skin. Long, clinging shiny black gloves were slid up each arm. Studded black leather bracelets were strapped at each wrist and around her neck.

Danni was sat down and thigh-length boots of firm, polished black leather were slid onto her legs, easing across the slippery leather below. Suddenly Danni was aware of one of the women behind her then the press of scissors. Before she really understood what was happening her hair was cropped quickly. Then another of the woman grasped her face and deftly repeatedly pierced Danni’s ears then both sides of her nose. Soon a silver ring sat in the left side of her nose, a gem to the right. Now from her ears were hung an assortment of studs and chains.

Then, almost as suddenly as they had begun, the four women stepped back and Danni realised their work was finished. She looked down at her leather and latex clad body, feeling strangely empowered as if, dressed like this, she could take on the world. She had to admit that she felt very sexually excited too and began to wonder now that she was clearly dressed to Utana’s satisfaction what the captain would want to do with her. While Danni had had some drunken kisses with female friends she had never considered going any further with a woman. Dressed this way, she realised she was beginning to feel very differently. Perhaps she had simply not met the right woman. Perhaps she needed a woman of strength; perhaps she needed to be more like that herself to fully appreciate a lesbian relationship.

Danni stood walked admiring the wedge heels of her wonderful boots, feeling very strong and open to new sensations. She felt now that she understood a little what a Pais must be. It was a companion to a soldier. Of course, that soldier would be the leader the one who took the decisions; Danni had no problem with that. However, she realised that the soldier would expect competence, cleverness and strength from her Pais. Well, she had to be honest, that was what Captain Utana would expect from her, no doubt, bare minutes from now.

Danni heard a bell ringing and realised one of the attendants had summoned Utana. Danni knew that she had no way of escaping, but steadily realised that, in fact, increasingly, she was eager for Utana to see her this way. She began stepping, becoming accustomed to how the leather and rubber was on her. She realised she liked the feel of these tight sexy clothes that made her body so sleek, the pleasure was enhanced by the fact that every time she moved the spheres in her pussy shifted giving her another burst of that delicious sensation.

With confidence now, Danni strode to the long mirror. She stood and looked at her body from toe to head. It was going to take some getting used to the cropped hair and jewellery but as the moments passed she could understand why a woman would be attracted to this look. Without thinking her glossy gloved hands ran over her leathered bum and thighs. She began swaying loving how the movement made her outfit squeal and ripple catching the light. She understood that she had been truly transformed, not just in terms of her hair or the clothes she wore, but inside too: she was now very different. She had become a woman of this world, but also the firm property of Utana, her pet and plaything. She shuddered with excitement at the sensation. She turned back and found that the servants had gone.

In the open doorway at the far end of the room, Captain Utana stood. It was clear she had been there watching Danni for some moments. She smiled as Danni caught of her, then stroked her leather covered crotch and licked her lips. Rather than being concerned by these lascivious gestures, Danni found she was actually aroused by them. It was a nice feeling to be appreciated and she found that she felt a growing delight in Utana’s interest in her. Had she not selected her to become her Pais? Surely there were many other women Utana could have chosen, but she had picked Danni above them all.

“Come to me, Esi.”

Danni realised that was now her name and that even without thinking her body made her stride unashamedly to her mistress. Once Danni was in reach, Utana stretched out and began fondling Danni’s breasts through the leather. Danni realised she had no desire to pull away, she was more than happy to allow Utana to do that, it felt so pleasant. It was good to be dressed this way; good to be Esi.

Esi now panted openly with the pleasure she was feeling and closed with Utana for more of the same. The captain took Esi’s kiss and then held her head in place with her gloved hand as she chased Esi’s tongue with her own. Utana ground her leather-clad crotch against Esi’s and doing so, shifted the dildo and the spheres on its end in a way that made Esi shudder delightfully; she wanted more.

“Come.” Utana said turning and walking, clearly assuming Esi would follow.

Esi did and soon was down a short corridor and into an ornate chamber filled with a large bed. Utana sat down on the edge of the bed. She unbuckled her sword and tossed it aside then opened her trousers. The latex thong beneath was split around her sex and Esi could make out Utana’s pussy lips filling out as her lust grew. Esi went down on her knees and thrust herself between her mistress’s booted legs. She found she was hungry for the hot, female scent of Utana in arousal and in moments her tongue was seeking out her lips, running up and down them before she closed her mouth on the emerging clitoris. This felt so right. Esi was sure she had always wanted to love a woman this way, to be the comfort and pleasure to such a strong woman as Utana.

Then Utana lifted her legs clear and scooted back across the bed. Hungry to continue lapping at her lover, Esi followed. Utana knelt up on the bed and with gentle hands halted Esi for some moments while she opened her own leather trousers then plunged into Esi’s thong, releasing the dildo from its binds there and, drawing it from Esi’s pussy thrust it quickly into her own, gasping and giggling as she did. For a moment Esi felt bereft but then Utana’s shiny coated hand replaced the dildo and Esi was soon gasping as her mistress’s fingers pulsed inside her, taking her quickly to orgasm. Utana thrust Esi’s dildo in and out of her pussy with her other hand, so that soon, she too was gasping and moaning at the pleasure flooding into her. The two women came within moments of each other and slumped back spent on the counterpane. Esi was heady with the aroma of what she and Utana wore but the orgasm told her that her mind and body fully approved of what she was doing. Whilst compulsion had started this, free will kept her here and she knew there was no way she now wanted to leave Utana’s side.

At length, Utana sat up. She closed up her own then Esi’s trousers and sprang from the bed. She held out a hand and helped Esi clamber off too.

“Come, we will dine. I am keen to show you off.”

Still holding Esi’s hand, Utana stepped proudly towards another door. She opened it and went through, Esi followed close behind, excited once more at experiencing the next step in her new life.

Danni kept on stepping for a few moments before she realised she was back in Madame Xerouvouni’s room. The grandfather clock chimed the quarter hour and looking at its face Danni felt there was something wrong with it, but she could not really identify what. She looked down at herself and felt a little surprised that she was simply in her short red dress and slender shoes. Then again, she reminded herself nothing of what she had witnessed was real rather it was all conjured from this clairvoyant’s imagination and whatever fashions she presumably favoured.

“You enjoyed that one?” Xerovouni asked.

Danni made her way to her seat before answering. “Erm, yes, intense, interesting.”

As before the details seemed to be fading quickly. She guessed that was some part of bringing her out the hypnosis, a safety measure to prevent her from spending the rest of the afternoon walking around thinking she was in some fantasy world.

“Have you had a relationship with a woman before?”

“Erm no, I’m not really into women.”

“I understand, but that was pleasurable for you?”

“Yes, I suppose so, it was not a nightmare, yes, it was pleasurable.”

Admitting that, Danni wondered if going with a woman might be something to try, at least once, just to see. Was Karen Johnstone a lesbian? Maybe Xerovouni had made that assumption because of the position she held. The female officer in the dream, hypnosis, whatever it was, clearly had been standing in for Karen in the future that Danni was being shown.

“That was Karen, that woman, wasn’t it? That one was about showing me how maybe, if I, you know, got friendly with her, well it could be good for me, not just in work. That’s what that one was?”

Xerovouni looked as if she was patiently repeating something she thought she had already got across to Danni. “No, that was Xylae you were in, you became Captain Utana’s Pais, for real.”

“Okay, sorry, yes, I understand.”

Danni guessed that in Xerouvouni’s mind it was up to Danni herself to draw any parallels to her own life and its possible future. The clairvoyant had to play along with this ‘in Xylae’ line, Danni imagined, in part, that was to protect Xerovouni from people who came back complaining that their future had not turned out like any of the ones she had shown them.

“So, to your next view of the future. Perhaps this time you would prefer to be with someone, more on your own level.”

Danni considered it. That seemed like a fair suggestion. The focus so far had been on Carl and Karen, both a little older than her and certainly in more senior positions. Most women her age dated men closer to them both in years and standing. What about Neil, her work colleague? She had been out for drinks with him a couple of times, but with her focus on Carl she had made sure those occasions did not develop into dates. Perhaps that was a mistake on her behalf. Neil was fit; he played rugby at the weekends, but was not a bore about it. He seemed calm and measured around the office, but she guessed he could relax a little more given the right opportunity. Rugby players had the reputation for drunkenness and being boorish, but Danni guessed that Neil was able to strike the right balance. Perhaps seeing some future with him, or a version of him in this Xylae of Madame Xerouvouni’s imagination, would be useful.

“Yes, yes, that seems like a good idea.” Danni said with enthusiasm.

Dimly she had memories of sexual encounters when in the hypnosis. She guessed that was no surprise for a woman of her age looking into the future. She was far from being a nymphomaniac, but she certainly enjoyed good sex. There were glimmers of her feeling secure, treasured even. That did not seem unusual, most women wanted to know that, in spite of all the fun and nights out they had, there could be some stability in their lives, not regularly moving from job to job or from flat to flat.

“Why not try that door?”

Xerovouni said, apparently pleased that Danni seemed to be entering into the spirit of things. She gestured to the curtain which Danni thought was the one next to the first she had entered, but they all looked much the same and she was far from certain. She guessed it did not matter, this was all just part of Madame Xerouvouni’s performance and ‘stepping through the door’ was really just letting herself being hypnotised by the clairvoyant once again.

As she walked to the curtain the woman had indicated, for a moment Danni wondered how long she had been in here and whether the Amanda, Caroline and the others were in town yet. She glanced at the grandfather clock. As she did, it chimed the quarter hour. It was only quarter past twelve. She had more than enough time to finish what she had paid for. If she could cling on to the memories of what Xerovouni had shown her, she was sure she would have a good anecdote to tell. Danni pulled back the curtain and pushed at the fretted wooden door behind it.

Danni walked through the door and found herself in a medium-sized circular room. It had that medieval feel that Danni realised was becoming familiar to her. To one side, on a raised seat, was a woman in tight blue leather, with boots which stretched to her knees, with matching skin-tight trousers, jacket and gloves. Around the walls were a number of doors. Danni felt a little confused, was she now going to face a series of choices here as well as back in Xerouvouni’s chamber?

“I am Agnessa, welcome to one of my private chambers, a bit more personal than the main courtroom. I find that otherworlders like you get distracted by all the excitement there. Here I have got more time to get to know you.” The woman said in a slow, almost seductive voice.

Agnessa pointed a ring at Danni and a bright pink light surrounded her. Her body began to move without her willing it to do so, and whilst she struggled to fight it, Danni quickly found she could not resist. She stood there sighing as if she was being teased by a lover’s tongue and then gently began stroking her clothes. Then, unthinkingly she eased off her dress, her bra and panties followed; she let them fall to the floor. Finally she was compelled to remove her shoes leaving her entirely naked.

“Perfect.” Agnessa said. She rose and walked towards Danni. “I can control you like a puppet, you are in my power, there is nothing you can do to fight it. However, soon I will not have to control you, you will obey me without thinking, my will shall be as if it was yours. I will own your mind as I own your body. It is a good one, but soon it will be so much better and a servile one too. All that needs is for you to be augmented and to yield to the collar. See!”

Agnessa suddenly pointed to the air beside her and an image, something like a mirage, shimmered into existence. It quickly became denser so that soon, though she knew it was nothing more than some hallucination, Danni looked at it as if it was a real woman. Then she realised that the image was of herself, but changed in the way Danni understood Agnessa had been describing. The face looked like her own, but subtly altered: her skin had an olive tone now, her eyes were the almond shape of a Chinese woman. Rather than the brunette shade her hair had now, that of the image was jet black and stretched far down her back. She was dressed in a glistening black latex catsuit and clinging matching thigh boots with high, sharp heels. Her breasts were enhanced and their nipples prominent, hard in the rubber that coated them in shiny black. For some reason Danni felt reassured when she saw that this woman, this her, wore a collar, its ring awaiting a leash.

Danni watched almost literally entranced, as this altered version of her danced erotically trailing her fingers across her slippery body as if every touch fired bolts of pleasure into her. Then Danni could hear her, this version of herself, panting in pleasure as the latex that held her so tightly squealed to every move she made. Suddenly, having taken in all she could, Danni she glanced down to see if that she was actually looking at her reflection. Agnessa laughed but not unkindly. As Danni looked back up she saw the vision had gone.

“Wasn’t that just wonderful? I think I have got it right first time. You would be perfect as a sex-slave precisely like that, all your best features accentuated, crafted into a slave with utter obedience, utterly sexy.” Agnessa tittered, clearly enjoying this teasing of Danni.

Danni had no doubt that, in this world, Agnessa could both enslave and transform her. She had to agree that the vision she was shown was of an excitingly different version of herself, but one that seemed feasible. Some doubts remained. Could she really be as erotic as the image had shown? What was it like to be bound in skin-tight shiny rubber? She looked at Agnessa with a little more daring now as if challenging her to show what she could do. However, Danni quickly found herself lowering her gaze as she realised she was feeling tinges of being aroused by being dominated by this woman. To be collared at her feet would take that so much further. Thinking such thoughts, Danni wondered if her mind was still being controlled directly by Agness or at least influenced in a less direct way. She found she was uncertain. Perhaps rather than changing how she thought Agnessa was just releasing her concealed emotions and simply revealing to Danni what she actually wanted to be. Did she really yearn to be collared and dressed that way; to become a sexual pet?

“Well, step into that room.” Agnessa pointed to a door to her right. “Once you have been so deliciously altered, go through the other door, there is someone in there who deserves a reward and you will be my gift to him.”

Danni felt irritation with this rather capricious, teasing woman. She tried to work out who Agnessa might be a symbol for, back in her own life. Perhaps it was Jeni. Jeni was nice enough but Danni knew she thought highly of herself and her own style. She remembered something she had said once about having a threesome or had that been Lisa? What had Caroline told Danni about Jeni passing on a boyfriend she had tired of to Gemma? Did Jeni have a cast-off she was thinking of giving to Danni? Danni wondered what kind of man he would be. She tried in vain to remember the name of Jeni’s last boyfriend. She knew Jeni liked good sex, of all of them she was the one who talked about positions and fetishes and that kind of thing. It was certain that Jeni insisted that her men were competent in that department. Carl was not a bad lover, but Danni felt a little frisson at thinking of being offered the use of one of Jeni’s exes, at least in the short-term. Perhaps she was reading too much into this. Perhaps Agnessa was just representing her employer and it would be some form of Neil that she would encounter on the other side of the door.

“Why are you hesitating?” Agnessa asked a little coyly.

Then she her hand and Danni was again surrounded in a pink light. Her body moved at Agnessa’s will and Danni found herself walking to the door Agnessa had indicated; opening it and stepping through. Only once the curved door had closed behind her did Danni regain control of her body. Though she knew this was all some illusion, Danni was quickly looking for the way out. The circular room was the size of a walk-in wardrobe. It had stone walls and a tiled floor, but it felt warm beneath her bare feet. It was empty except for a full length mirror and another curved door beside it, which, Danni soon ascertained, was like the one she had come through and lacked any handle on this side.

However, Danni soon lost all thought of trying to escape from this place and found herself strangely intrigued by the mirror. She stepped closer, gazing at her reflection. Though it was a familiar image for her, but there was something that took and kept her attention; suddenly Danni found that she could not look away. However, rather than feel concern, Danni realised that she felt increasingly relaxed and any thought of struggle and or trying to escape flowed away. The light turned pink and Danni felt further soothed and then washed with a feeling of good will. Within moments she found that she was steadily becoming curious as to whether she would be transformed to resemble the image Agnessa had shown her then she realised she was beginning to yearn for that change and all that it implied.

Suddenly a strip of purple light quickly ran down the curved walls, it repeated and continued, increasing in speed, until the entire room was lit purple. Danni felt a strange sensation all over her body: it was like a soft caress. She looked down to see a chrome-silver cocoon forming skin tight around her body. It slowly spread up her legs and along her arms then across her body before engulfing her head. From inside it seemed as if Danni was looking out through some heavily tinted window. It enclosed her but did not seem to restrict her; Danni breathed without difficulty.

Then Danni realised that her breasts were rising, growing larger and firmer. Her body felt excited and erotic and she imagined that she was indeed being changed to look like the ‘enhanced’ version of herself that Agnessa had shown her. After a few moments the cocoon faded and the light slowed and returned to the pink and then the white. The room was now as it had been before.

Danni looked at herself in the mirror. As she looked she found she felt increasingly pleased. She recognised her reflection but her body was now an olive shade, her skin shiny, her limbs shapely, her bum tight and sexy, her breasts large and firm, her hair long, perfectly straight and jet black. She looked at her face with the Oriental features and found she loved the mix of the familiar with the alien. She felt as if she had been reshaped into being a far sexier woman. She felt aroused by the image of herself and stroked her shiny, slippery breasts, shook her wonderfully long hair and licked her glossy lips. She strode up and down in front of the mirror watching how the light caught her shapely, shiny, slippery body. She now stood watching herself fingering her juicy pussy and groaned loudly. Danni realised that her crafted body was hungry for sex; eager to be shown off to its full; keen to be used. These desires, rather than anything different she might will, were now the imperative. Danni realised she was rapidly becoming part of this world and any escape from it was becoming harder.

The curved door by the mirror opened and revealed a small closet. Inside hung a latex catsuit and thigh-length boots. Danni already knew how good her body would look in these clothes and she went to them, excited now to make the image, reality. She took down the catsuit and hurried to slide her legs into it. Perhaps it was how her skin had been altered, perhaps it was something that coated the interior, but Danni found the latex easy to climb into. Quickly it covered her legs and then she gasped as her bum slipped into place. She looked down to see her hips, thighs and legs in glistening black. Quickly she manoeuvred one then the other arm into the sleeves. The catsuit seemed forgiving to her inexperience. She tugged her wonderfully long, smooth hair clear and let it fall on to her back. For a moment she speculated whether she should let her hair grow this long for real but the increasingly delightful sensation of sealing herself into this catsuit demanded her attention. Danni closed the zip pulling the latex tight against her firm breasts. Quickly she put on one boot and zipped it closed right up to mid-thigh. She did the same with the other then stepped out from the closet. She realised then, that somehow, she now felt accustomed to boots like these and nothing could lessen how sexy, how good, they made her feel.

Danni stood in the circular room, turning herself so she could study her newly dressed reflection in the mirror. She loved the way this outfit held her body making it look particularly sleek. Her altered face and hair appeared wonderfully exotic too and Danni had to admit she would not mind looking like this in real life. She was glad that she had come to see the clairvoyant. Danni tried to recall the woman’s name, but it had gone from her. She ran her hand across her breasts, their nipples erect in the rubber and her palm hovered over the slender zip which covered her pussy. She felt a real urge to start playing with herself once again, this time dressed like this, but something told her it would be so much better to have someone else do it to her.

Danni wondered what was supposed to happen next. There seemed no way of opening the doors from this chamber. Agnessa had told her she would go on to give some man a reward once she had changed, but the next step did not appear to be happening. Danni walked back to the closet and realised she had left two items behind. Hanging from one hook on the wall was a pair of long shiny black gloves and next to it a collar of the same latex. Quickly Danni rolled up the gloves and then put them on each hand in turn; they stretched almost to her elbow. Carrying the collar back to the circular room she looked at it, there was metal ring at the front of the kind she realised she had become familiar with; the back had a metal-tongue lock. For a moment Danni wondered about the significance of the collars in the visions she had seen, but guessed they represented something about being a slave to her desires or perhaps simply that, unlike a wealthy woman, it was most likely her future would involve her working for others. What had Carl called it? A ‘wage slave’: that was it.

Danni realised that that was probably an accurate reflection of her career, and anyway, she recognised that she liked the way she was treated like a prize pet in this Xylae. Imagining herself as some pedigree cat, almost ceremonially, Danni held the collar up to her neck and pressed the tongue into the lock; it sealed with a satisfying click. Suddenly part of the wall slid back and Danni saw into a much larger room beyond. Pleased that she had done the right thing, Danni headed towards the doorway, realising how much she was enjoying the way these clothes made her move in such a sensuous way.

As she stepped into the room, the wall closed behind Danni. Around her was a room that looked like it would have belonged in a sheikh’s palace. The ornate, fretted panelling of the walls reminded Danni of the door she had come through initially. A large sunken area lined with silk cushions dominated the centre of room. Tropical plants and small sculptures filled the corners. Danni walked down the steps and sprawled across the silk cushions. She stretched her legs out in front of her fully enjoying the way they looked clad in the shiny black latex. Unashamedly she now unzipped the slit over her pussy and finding it moist, gently began to toy with her sex while her other hand teased her pert nipples.

Quickly Danni found could not stop herself. Though part of her mind told her she should stop this and find some way back to Madame Xerouvouni’s room, she quickly realised there was no real desire in her to struggle against what was happening. Her body was loving what she was doing and how she was dressed, far too much. As a result she was soon telling herself that there was more than enough time to remain here and really enjoy what she was experiencing. As her arousal rose higher and she let herself moan aloud at the pleasure, Danni found it difficult to think clearly. Then new thoughts began flowing into her mind. Dimly she understood they were pushing aside her memories and giving her a new identity, a new, highly erotic identity which so perfectly fitted how she was dressed and what she was doing. Her name was Syra. She looked at her glossed covered body in its catsuit and slippery thigh boots. Her hand ran around the collar at her neck and she delighted in the knowledge that she was a sex-slave. She purred as she became so aware of who and what she was. Quickly she recognised too that she was hungry to have her shapely, aroused body fucked hard by some strong man.

Suddenly a door opened and a man appeared. He was tall with short blond hair. He was dressed in tight leather jacket, trousers and boots, his muscled chest was bare, but like Syra he wore a collar around his neck. Syra went up on to her knees, simpering at the fact that she was to be this man’s reward. He smiled broadly as she approached Syra. That he was apparently pleased to see her made Syra feel special. She twisted her body a little, thrusting out her breasts, conscious of the light catching on the curves of her slippery body. As the man’s penis became hard and rose clear of his trousers, Syra knew it was because he was looking at her body. She began to stroke her hard, slippery breasts and purred to encourage him on, to take her here and now, hard and fast. The urges to submit herself to this man’s lust, to have his hard cock inside her body, to have his strong warm body on her, were almost overwhelming.

“Admit what you are. Submit yourself. Give yourself to me.” The man said in a voice that to Syra felt strong and undeniable.

Syra knew what she was and how she should act. Her body was that of a sex-slave, impatient to welcome this man’s hard flesh. Then he jumped down beside Syra. He reached down and began stroking her shoulders and then down between her breasts. Syra watched in satisfaction at how hard his cock was, that she was arousing him so well, her erotic body driving him on as she submitted entirely to him, being the perfect sex-slave she was. He let go of her breasts and without thinking Syra, knelt in closer, running her hands up his tight leather trousers. They creaked as he swayed back a little, sighing gently with the pleasure. His large cock stood proud close to Syra’s head.

“Suck it.” The man ordered.

Without speaking Syra raised her head and took the hard cocked into her mouth. She sucked, licked and teased it with her tongue, enjoying the feeling of his slippery flesh in her mouth, knowing that she was expert in this and able to give him the utter pleasure he needed. Within moments he groaned and spurted hot jism into Syra’s mouth. He pulled away but Syra knelt back on her heels smiling as she licked the jism from her lips.

“Fuck me.” The man said.

Syra stood and wrapped her arms around the man forcing her probing tongue into his mouth. He made no attempt to resist. Breaking from the kiss, Syra stroked her slippery body up and down his leather then thrust herself forcing his newly hardening cock into her very juicy pussy. Danni skilfully slid herself on and off his cock, panting and groaning loudly until she orgasmed and shuddered with the pleasure.

The man scowled a little, but Syra broke away and fell back to her knees to caress his cock until it was soon spraying jism across on her slippery second skin. Even this second climax did not seem to be enough for him. Firmly but not roughly the man turned her over so she was faced down into the cushions. Then kneeling, the man moved between Syra’s glossy thighs, lifting her legs up under his arms so that he could slide his cock deep back into her. Then he thrust back and forth with speed, yelping his pleasure as he did. Syra found herself delighting in the fact that he wanted to keep using her this way and let out a long moan of ecstasy as again she felt his warm juice firing into her. Syra lay, tired but buzzing with the sensations running through her. The man rose and left the room without saying anything more. Syra lay loving her body and how it could arouse and please a man such as the one she had just had. She found she had no memory of being anything else except a sex-slave, but with that realisation she was joyful; she had no desire to be anything else.

Syra became conscious of someone else stepping into the room. She looked up to see a woman dressed in tight red leather clothes: a cropped jacket, trousers and knee-length boots. She knew this was a slave mistress and remembered that she was called Lanli. Syra sat up quickly and zipped up her catsuit, wiping the jism from her. She stepped up out of the sunken area and over to the mistress. Lanli smiled, apparently pleased at Syra’s quick response. Without speaking she took a glossy leash from his belt and clipped it to Syra’s collar. Syra followed unthinkingly, just obeying what she knew was wanted of her. As she walked from the room she cast a glance down the length of her sleek body.

Danni started as she found herself back in the octagonal room. For some moments it all felt wrong. She looked down at herself, feeling a little surprised that the boots and catsuit were gone. She walked a little hesitantly to the chair, feeling at a loss as to what to do, wishing there was someone to tell her.