Stories from the Realms of Tang

UPDATE November 2011

2011-11-12T06:32:00.000-08:00

For background on the worlds featured in the stories on this blog, check out the 'Details of the Realms of Tang' posting in the AUGUST 2007 folder.

Just to alert that I have now put all the short illustrated publicity from Ancilla Recruitment Ltd., Ancillimos and PMW, all companies for transforming women to order, into the AUGUST 2011 folder.

Previous Updates:
* I have finally got around to posting 'The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor' a sequence of seven stories about Professor Major Lady Eleanor Nash a wealthy lesbian with a latex fetish and the skills and desire to turn young women into her slaves. The seven parts of the chronicles are in the OCTOBER 2011 folder. I have put the Pegrason stories into the SEPTEMBER 2011 folder ahead of me posting a couple more stories with this setting and I have brought the leather stories which are the main reason why people come to this site into the JULY 2011 folder. I hope to post a range of new stories early in 2012. Feedback is always welcome!

* I have finally got round to posting the third novel in my 'The Key' vampire series. It is in the NOVEMBER 2010 folder. It features policewoman Jennifer Underwood being at the destruction of bisexual Russian vampiress assassin, Kseniia Zmei and then being increasingly drawn into her life. This novel wraps up many of the threads running through 'The Key' arc, notably the fate of Robert Commodore, missing since the first novel. Given that the reading figures on Literotica are now between a third and a fifth of what they were for the first novel, I had intended to end the series. However, I have had so many ideas for a novel focused on Alice Commodore that I imagine I will produce a fourth sometime in the future. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy 'The Key: Scattering'; I have taken the opportunity to eliminate errors that appeared in the version featuring on Literotica.

* I know I have neglected this blog for many months but I am back with some new work and some changes. Into the MARCH 2010 folder for Xylae stories, I have added 'True Reflection' an old story crossing over between the contemporary UK and Xylae which has been revised and polished up for 2010. I will not give away the twist of this story but it laid the basis for many of the elements of the Xylae stories, so expect lots of latex catsuits and lesbian slaves. Similarly, though even more re-written, is the 3-part story, 'The Portals of Madame Xerovouni' again with a contemporary/UK setting, but taking the heroine into four different aspects of enslavement on Xylae.
I have rolled on the vampire stories into the NOVEMBER 2010 folder. I have put the Pegrason ones into the OCTOBER 2010 folder.

* Just to update you. I have moved all the Xylae stories into the MARCH 2010 folder. As this is in a blog format I will roll the established stories forward so that people coming here do not think this a dead site. Anyway, I have posted an epic Xylae story, 'The Bondwomen: Voyagers'. It is in six parts and picks up three months after the events shown in 'The Bondwomen'. I do not really know how it became so long, but I have ended up feeling that if Jane Austen had written lesbian fiction with dominance and latex fetishes they might have looked something like this. I hope you enjoy it.

I have also moved the science fiction Pegrason stories into the FEBRUARY 2010 folder. I have also posted in there the three parts of the latest Pegrason story, 'Cargo'. It is set about three centuries into our future as is about the fate of a scientist from a space laboratory who is tasked with investigating an alien cargo container. You can imagine what might happen given that the cargo is from a Pegrason ship.

* By now you should know the routine. After an absence writing new stories I have finally got round to posting some stories in the MAY 2008 folder. These are all stories with a lesbian focus. The first one, set in contemporary UK, is about the spread of acceptance of domination and submission in our society, 'The Domme Meme'. Posting it was prompted by new articles especially around the new analysis by Natasha Walter, 'Living Dolls' published recently about the growing emphasis in UK society on women only being valued for being sexualised and sexually provocative beings. The second is 'The Road Not Taken', a two-part story set in contemporary Germany and an alternate version of Germany in which history, both in general and in particular for the heroine, Abigail, has gone down a different path. The third is 'The Black Widow Club' about how Susan is steadily drawn into becoming part of a lesbian fetish club, ultimately becoming one of the club's possessions. The fourth story, 'Midnight Blue' has 1980s feel about it and fashions from that era. It covers some similar themes to 'The Black Widow Club' of a woman being drawn into a more exciting, lesbian life, though in this story, the outcome is softer and even a little romantic in tone.

* Just to alert you to the fact that I have finally begun posting my erotic vampire stories. These will be going into the JULY 2009 folder over the next couple of weeks. The first is 'Going Under' which is a lesbian take on the movie 'Underworld' with latex-clad vampiress warriors, in this case battling werewolves in Moscow. Then there is 'The Key: Familiar' which features a British women becoming mixed up with Spanish, Danish and Sardinian vampire clans, revealing to each of them their unknown heritage.

* Just to alert you that today, 12th February 2009, I have put a number of new stories, into the MAY 2008 folder. 'La Femme En Cuir' takes place in France and Britain and is about a British woman given a new much sexier life in France and how she deals with it. 'Walking Broad Street' is a story set in contemporary UK about a university student being transformed into a prostitute. Similarly 'White Boots' takes place in Belgium and the Netherlands is about a Canadian businesswoman transformed into a prostitute, Silke. 'White Boots - in Silke's Footsteps' happens in the Netherlands and Germany about another Canadian woman who knew the woman who has become Silke and in trying to find out what has happened, she is also turned into a prostitute.

* Just to alert you that today, 7th December 2008, I have put the following stories into the JULY 2008 folder. They all fall in the sub-category of Leather Stories. The first is 'Back in Black' about a mature divorcee having an exciting encounter on a day out in London. 'New Leathers, New Lovers' which is about a woman abandoned by her partner who ends up dressing very much like the woman he has left her for and in turn finds a new lover of her own. 'A New Flatmate' which is about the effect applying to share a flat has on a young woman and finally 'Emergence' which looks at the impact of another young woman starting a job with a television company and having to adjust to the dress code they favour. I have also included some illustrated leather stories. Into the OCTOBER 2007 folder I have put a selection of illustrated Nemarash short stories.

* Just to alert you to the fact that today, 23rd October 2008, I have put the following stories into particular folders. APRIL 2008 has 'All That Glitters' a story about the transformation of a woman into a living golden statue. There is also an illustrated short story version of this. in JUNE 2008 have gone four 'Office Stories' set in contemporary UK with office work as the background to the changes. In 'Recruitment' a secretary and then her friend are enslaved by a mistress and turned into latex-clad lesbian slaves. In 'Executive Toy' over a period of time a businesswoman becomes ensnared by the influential Mr. Gage and is turned into a bisexual latex wearing pet for his business contacts. In 'Take-over Bid' after her friend is transformed into a bimbo and a porn star, a young woman finds herself being taken down the same path until she is reunited with her friend on set. In 'Terms of Contract', Elizabeth finds that implanted thoughts turn her from businesswoman to a lesbian boss's sexual plaything.

* Just to alert you to the fact that today, 14th September 2008, I have put the following stories into the following month's folders. APRIL 2008 has 'Merchandise' a science fiction robot transformation story and ' The Bitch Arrives' a creature transformation featuring a fantasy world. Into MAY 2008 has gone the two parts of 'Charlotte Typed' about the modern day transformation of a woman into a latex-clad submissive and 'Master of Puppets' about a female journalist being turned into the slave of a rock star.

* Just to alert you to the fact that today, 28th July 2008, I have put the story 'Be All That You Seem To Be' into the MARCH 2008 folder. This story is the sequel to 'Be All That You're Meant To Be'. It features concubivores and a demoness, and their transformation of a dull woman into an active lesbian, and a mature lesbian into a youthful vibrant one.

* Just to alert you to the fact that today, 9th June 2008, I have put the story 'Be All That You're Meant To Be', which features concubivores, creatures who live on sexual energy and their transformation of a dull woman, into the MARCH 2008 folder. I hope you enjoy it. A sequel will be following soon.

* Just to alert you to the fact that today, 6th May 2008, I have put the story 'Benighted' which is set in the demi-demon alternate world into the FEBRUARY 2008 folder. I hope you enjoy it. Keep a look out for more stories to follow.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 1 - Lady's Maid

2011-10-07T23:00:00.000-07:00

Since the early 1990s I have been writing stories featuring Lady Eleanor Nash, a woman of many talents with a taste for enslaving young women. I have brought these stories together into a logical order and edited them to ensure consistency. Whilst read together they build up the picture of Lady Eleanor, the stories can be read independently.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 1 - Lady’s Maid

Annette walked the short way out of the village from the bus stop where she had got off. It had taken her ninety minutes to reach it from her home, but the advantage of this post was that it offered accommodation. At eighteen she was keen for an opportunity to get away from her parents’ home and her squabbling brothers and sisters. If she had not had the detailed plan which Lady Eleanor had sent her, then she would have missed the turning. It disappeared into a natural tunnel of overgrown trees and bushes. The driveway turned sharply and she was soon out of sight of the road. Then the path emerged in front of a large gateway. It was a big house, nothing on the scale of the stately homes she had visited on coach tours with her mother, but even so she was excited at the prospect of working for an actual lady.

Annette pressed the dark iron button in the brick gate post and one of the large gates swung open. She walked through and it closed behind her, but given the weak sunshine Annette felt comfortable rather than intimidated. The grounds looked overgrown, but Annette had heard from an old woman on the bus that Lady Eleanor had only recently returned from America and was putting the house back in order: hence her need for a maid.

As Annette approached the front door a woman emerged. She was not what Annette expected. She was in her late thirties. Her hair was blonde and done into braids. She wore a long sweeping black coat which stretched to her ankles. Her feet rose on high sharp heels. She also wore tight trousers and a halter top. As Annette stepped closer she realised they were all of a glossy plastic. The woman seemed dressed for a night club rather than an interview. This was the sort of thing some of Annette’s friends wore when they went out for a night on the town, but Annette herself had never had the courage to try.

“Lady Eleanor?” Annette asked tentatively, wondering if the woman was her daughter or a house guest.

“Yes, that’s me.” The woman smiled broadly and shook Annette’s hand. “You must be Annette. Great to see you, come in.”

Lady Eleanor walked through a large entrance way, much of it draped with dustsheets. “Don’t worry, you won’t be expected to clean all this. You’ll be serving me more directly. I’ll get professionals to do a clean. Since I got back last month, I’ve been living in a few rooms down here as I get things organised. Come through.”

Annette gazed around excitedly; this was the kind of house she had dreamed of working in. They stepped through into a small lounge. Here everything was clean, though still quite spartan: a three-piece suite, a coffee table and a sideboard. However, there was a life-sized statue in glossy black stone stood by the door which Annette guessed led deeper into the house. Coffee things were already laid out on the table.

Annette sat down as Lady Eleanor indicated for her to do so. Lady Eleanor poured some coffee and gave it to Annette without asking if she wanted some. Annette was nervous and felt it rude to refuse so began sipping it as Lady Eleanor spoke.

“As you see things are still under wraps, but it should all be in working order soon. You’ll have a room and your own bathroom on the top floor; you can make that your own. The duties are much what I said in the advert, you’ll help me with my wardrobe particularly for the parties I host, so there’ll be some late nights but you’ll be recompensed. There’ll be quite a few house guests and other visitors so you’ll serve them and me. It won’t all down to you, there’ll soon be other slaves...” Lady Eleanor laughed lightly, “servants coming here too. I’ll provide the uniform which you’ll be expected to wear whenever you’re in the house.”

“Right.” Annette said, finding it a little difficult to concentrate as Lady Eleanor rattled on. She drank more of the coffee in the hope it would help her focus a bit better.

“So what do you think? “I think you’ll be ideal for the job.” Lady Eleanor said enthusiastically. "You can start immediately.”

Annette was hesitant. “Erm, I’m not certain I want it.” She said.

“Nonsense, it is too late now, I have decided for you. I will make all the decisions for you from now on.”

Annette felt strangely on edge, she fidgeted in her chair, she was finding it difficult to think clearly, she found it hard to say no to Lady Eleanor.

“The stimulant is beginning to work. It won’t be long now.” Lady Eleanor explained.

“The stimulant?” Annette’s curiosity was aroused.

“Yes you have just drunk a stimulant which will arouse you sexually all over your delightful body.”

As Lady Eleanor said it Annette realised that her breasts were hardening as they felt they were being teased. She could tell that her pussy was softening and her clitoris was becoming erect.

“Once you have begun to enjoy that you can change into your proper clothes and become my maid.” Lady Eleanor said holding up a glossy rubber mini-dress and thigh length boots.

Annette gasped, already she was feeling the urge to ease into the tight rubber clothes, and strut her sexy body for her mistress. Annette tried to resist, to stop herself, but she could not, her body’s urges were taking over. She began panting slowly. She felt the urge to strip, and uncontrollably began to undo her blouse and then her bra, exposing her aroused breasts. She felt a burst of pleasure. Soon she was eager to be naked before the stimulant took full effect. Annette slipped off her skirt. Lady Eleanor came across and took away the clothes. She slowly guided Annette off the chair onto silk cushions on the floor.

“You are better off there, at my feet.” She said, slipping off Annette’s panties.

Annette could not resist, she was already beginning to shudder with the pleasure building within her. Distantly she felt Lady Eleanor stroking her clitoris and the lips of her pussy.

“Stimulant oil.” She said as she rubbed the liquid onto Annette. “It is immediately addictive.”

Lady Eleanor sat back and watched as Annette dissolved into orgasm, her hands stroking across her slick body, her back arched, her hard breasts thrust out, simply grunting and moaning as the pleasure rose in her and continued as if it were never going to end. Eleanor smiled and picking up a small camera from the sideboard videoed Annette as she underwent her transformation into a sex-toy.

“The process is irreversible; you are becoming my pet, completely obedient, utterly erotic.”

Annette was writhing with the pleasure, as orgasm took her, she felt distant to everything around her, but what Eleanor was saying seemed to seep deep into her mind, as if it were her own thoughts.

“You are Layla, I am your mistress.”

Annette just panted, “Yes, yess.” She peaked again and drifted away knowing that she would awake as Layla, a sexual pet.

****

Layla awoke naked, apart from a glossy black collar locked around her neck. She felt that there were things she had to remember, but that they were buried beneath new, more insistent thoughts. Her body still tingled. Her mistress was sat on the sofa, her glossed legs thrust wide apart as she stroked herself.

"Get dressed, Layla." Eleanor said firmly, eager to see if the change had taken.

Layla moved to obey her mistress, that was what she did, she had no power to disobey. Layla saw the rubber mini-dress and thigh length boots she knew to be hers. She walked confidently across to them. She stepped into the glossy dress and eased it up her body. In moments her bum had become a shiny hemisphere held by the short skin-tight skirt. Her breasts were hard and aroused as they soon were coated in the black shiny rubber, her nipples straining against the gloss. Now her body was wrapped in shiny black rubber, running slippery up her thighs and midriff to her arms and breasts. It rippled and squealed as she moved to the thigh-high boots. She slid first one leg and then the other into the glossy boots and was soon rising on the high heels. Now every contour of her legs was shown in the shine. She strutted on her high heels, her rubber-bound bum swaying as she did. She felt that she had truly become Lady Eleanor's maid.

Lady Eleanor gestured for Layla to approach. She walked towards her mistress and stood in front of her. Lady Eleanor indicated for her to turn round and she admired the smooth rubbered lines of Layla's body and reached out to stroke her smooth, slippery bum.

“Turn again.” Lady Eleanor ordered and Layla did so, enjoying the squeal of her rubber clothes as she moved.

Lady Eleanor reached out to run her fingers between Layla’s thighs and stroked at her naked pussy, whilst her other hand caressed Layla’s slippery bum. Layla panted at the sensation, she enjoyed it when her mistress fondled her.

“Good.” Lady Eleanor said. “Put on your gloves.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Layla took the long, sleek gloves and eased them all the way to her elbows. Lady Eleanor smiled as Layla admired her glossy hands.

“Excellent.” Lady Eleanor said sitting back down. “Now, Layla, lick me out.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Layla eased herself to the floor and crept on all fours to her mistress, her pert glossy bum thrust up as she moved, her slippery boots sliding across the carpet. Then her head was between her mistress’s own gloss-covered legs sliding smoothly up to her sex. Layla lapped at her mistress, enjoying the fact she could show her devotion to her, guided by her mistress’s groaning, until she orgasmed. Layla continued tonguing her mistress until ordered to stop. She then reclined where she felt she belonged, at her mistress’s feet.

Lady Eleanor stroked her rubber-coated maid, delighted that the control collar seemed to work so perfectly, reinforcing the conditioning and the stimulant, to re-write the woman’s personality completely, to make her servile, obedient, rubber-loving and erotic. Now it appeared that she knew her dream of building harem in this house was feasible.

“Again.” Lady Eleanor ordered and Layla’s tongue resumed its pleasurable work.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 2 - Encounter

2011-10-07T22:00:00.000-07:00

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 2 - Encounter

Katherine Norris sat in the train carriage with her arms folded. She glanced down at her leather-covered thighs. She had been so pleased with herself when she had bought the leather trousers and had changed into them at the shopping mall. She liked their smooth black lines and the soft sound they made as she moved. She had bought a pair of matching ankle boots to go with them and now the lower half of her body was coated in soft black leather. However, as she began her journey home she had begun to feel less confident. Her village was close-knit and it seemed everyone who mattered was on the train back from town. She had noticed the disapproving gazes and the muttered comments as she had walked to find a seat. Now she sat with her head down, waiting impatiently for her station.

Finally it came. She hovered on the platform as if looking for her ticket, letting the busybodies leave. By the time she had walked along to the ticket office most of the people were out of the station. As she came close to the ticket barrier she saw another woman who had stopped, looking for her ticket. Katherine’s eye was caught by her clothes, unlike the dull suits and dresses of those around her. She wore tight red leather. The woman was probably about ten or twelve years older than Katherine. She was dressed in skin-tight red leather, something like a leather shirt and jeans over which she wore matching sharp-heeled boots that stretched to her knees. Her hands were coated with red leather gloves, all the shade of her lipstick. Her hair was blonde and braided, stretching to her shoulders. As she fumbled for her ticket Katherine distractedly watched as the smooth shiny leather stretched and released to her every move softly creaking as it did. She then noticed the woman’s nipples straining against the leather and Katherine knew that underneath the woman was naked. The woman seemed so erotic, her life so far removed from Katherine’s own. As the woman looked up, Katherine caught the silver glint of the stud in her nose and the shine of rows of matching silver earrings.

“There it is.” The woman said handing her ticket to the collector, but as she did, change fell out of the small red leather bag she had been searching in. Katherine rushed to stop the coins rolling away. She scooped them up and handed them to the woman.

“Thank you very much.” The woman said, noticing Katherine for the first time. Her leathered hand rested on Katherine’s palm as she took the coins, Katherine’s flesh tingled as if she had been touched by someone from another world. The woman looked into Katherine’s eyes and smiled. Katherine felt entranced, almost even aroused by the woman.

“Thanks again, er...” The woman prompted. Katherine felt strange even talking to this woman.

“Katherine.” She replied, not willing to admit she wanted to prolong the conversation.

“I’m Ellie.” The woman said and started walking to the door. She waited whilst Katherine showed her own ticket; then walked with her into the street.

“Do you live around here? With your family?” Ellie asked, Katherine thought nothing of it; her eyes were fixed on Ellie’s body, shapely beneath the tight leather as she strutted on her high heels.

“No, alone in a bedsit.” Katherine replied automatically.

“Don’t you get lonely? I would.”

“No, I never really thought about it, there isn’t much alternative anyway.” Katherine said shrugging.

“Well, I’m heading off this way, to my car. Can I offer you a lift?”

Katherine hesitated; she was intrigued by this woman, but had no further excuse. “No thank you, I live just over there.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Ellie smiled. “Thanks again. Bye.”

“Bye.” Katherine said. Ellie started walking away but Katherine did not move she just watched Ellie’s shapely leather clad body swaying away, the click of her heels getting quieter. Then she stopped. She turned back to look Katherine’s way, the leather straining taut as she turned round.

“Nice trousers, by the way.” Ellie called but Katherine dodged guiltily into a doorway as if she had not heard.

From her hiding place, Katherine continued to gaze, she thought she saw Ellie beckoning to her. Katherine felt a hungry urge in her to run to catch up with Ellie, to accompany her home, across into the other world where she would become as blatantly erotic. Katherine realised that she was holding her breath. She let go and shook herself from the trance. She turned rapidly and hurried towards her house. Her face was flushed, her mind running with all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of fantasies. Katherine tried to fix her mind on getting back to home.

****

A couple of weeks later Katherine walked into the local leisure centre for her weekly swim. She hesitated at the glass over looking the main hall and looked down. There were rows of women exercising in an aerobics class. Her eye was caught by one near the back and she recognised the blonde braids of Ellie. She was dressed in tight red lycra. Katherine was entranced by the woman’s shapely body exercising. Katherine felt guilty, but could not look away. Then Ellie glanced up and Katherine did turn away, blushing, worried that Ellie had seen her. Katherine hurried down to the changing rooms. She swam distractedly trying to get the image of Ellie out of her mind but whenever she thought of her, Katherine felt a pleasant tingle in her stomach.

After her swim, Katherine wandered back into the changing room and handed over her band to reclaim her bag. She took it to the cubicle and opened it. It looked like her bag but the contents were different. She pulled out a lycra singlet and a long loose wholemeal brown top, a pair of black leggings and finally a pair of calf-length patent boots, with laces right up the front and buckles across at the top. She went back to the counter.

“Are you sure this is the right bag?” Katherine asked.

“Yeah I remember, you’re the only one that’s come in with a blue drawstring.” The woman replied. “Is something missing?”

“No, I must have forgotten it at home, thanks.” Katherine replied. She wondered about the clothes but realised she had no choice but to wear them. She returned to the cubicle and slipped on the black lycra singlet. It held her naked breasts snugly. She eased her legs into the stretchy leggings which hugged her legs and thighs. She then pulled on the top which stretched baggily past her bum. It all fitted comfortably. She felt more relaxed in this than the smart clothes she usually wore.

Katherine turned to the boots. She slipped on the short stockings in the bottom and pulled on the boots, they were her size. She laced up the last few of the numerous eyes which stretched almost to her knees and buckled the buckles at the top tight. She felt comfortable in these, secure behind the laces and gloss. She stepped assuredly out of the cubicle and briefly smiled at the woman. Katherine walked into the foyer. Her tongue went dry when she saw Ellie standing there in her red leather, her body lithe and stretching lazily like a cat. Her leather rippled and creaked softly as she moved. She saw Katherine and walked over to her.

“Hello there, Katherine isn’t it?” She said warmly.

“Y-y-yes.” Katherine stuttered. “How are you?”

“Great thanks.” Ellie replied smiling. “Been swimming?”

“Mmm yes.”

“I like your boots, new are they?”

“Erm, well.” Katherine hesitated; she felt foolish trying to explain what had happened.

“You look good in them. Can I give you a lift somewhere?”

Katherine hesitated. Part of her wanted to agree, she felt sexy and confident and talking with Ellie seemed to add to that. “Thank you, but I think I got the wrong bag in the changing rooms. I have to see someone about it.” Katherine mumbled.

“I wouldn’t bother if I was you.” She looked at Katherine, but she said nothing. “Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

Katherine smiled and watched Ellie strut from the centre. Again she felt the urge to follow. She knew Ellie found her attractive and she liked that. Yet she lacked confidence. She forgot about the bag and walked slowly from the sports centre.

****

It was another dull evening. Katherine felt bored, there seemed to be nothing on television and nothing to do in this village. She wandered around her bedsit irritably. Then the bell rang. Katherine guessed it was someone trying to sell something or someone who had mistakenly pressed her bell rather than that of one of the other bedsits that the old house was divided into. However, it was at least a momentary distraction and Katherine hurried down to the front door. Through the frosted glass she could see a red figure. For a moment her breath came short as she wondered if it could be Ellie. Quickly she fumbled with the latch and her heart was pounding as she opened the door and saw Ellie standing there. She wore a red leather bolero jacket and a long matching skirt of a single sheer piece of leather stretching to the shiny red ankle boots she wore. An overnight bag was slung over her shoulder.

“Hello.” Katherine said hesitantly, now unable to hide the excitement that she had kept concealed even from herself.

“Hello.” Ellie replied.

“Erm, would you like to come in?”

“Thanks.”

Ellie followed Katherine up to her bedsit. Katherine felt a bit embarrassed that it was so meagre. She tidied the magazines off the only armchair and indicated for Ellie to sit down. Ellie sat, looking around the room, and seemed to smile as she spotted the boots on the top of Katherine’s pile of footwear.

“I wondered if you wanted to come to dinner?” Ellie asked.

“Come to dinner? At a restaurant?”

“No, I thought at my house, I’m always guaranteed of getting a table there.” Ellie said lightly.

“Thank you; that would be very nice.” Katherine felt a tingle of pleasure as she agreed. Her mind was spiralling with thoughts about what she was getting into, but she liked Ellie, she loved her style, and it was up to her how far things went, for now, it was just a meal.

“I hoped you’d say yes. I bought you a present.”

“You shouldn’t have done.”

“Oh it’s nothing.” Ellie said, reaching into the bag. She pulled out a leather dress in a midnight blue shade. She rested it on the arm of the chair.

“That’s a bit much.” Katherine muttered but instantly she loved it, her mind ran through what it would feel like to be dressed in it.

“Nonsense, if you hadn’t guessed I am very rich, this is just a little gift. I thought you looked great in those leather trousers, I didn’t want you getting put off by what people think about women like us.”

“Women like us?” Katherine said, but as she spoke the words came out more like a statement than a question. She had to face up to the fact that Ellie was clearly a lesbian who had taken a fancy to her. Katherine had no idea how to respond. If Ellie had been a man, she knew how to push him away, she was accomplished at that, but a confident, incredibly sexy woman was a different issue.

“Erm, I don’t think I could wear it.” Katherine mumbled.

“Well, at least try it on, there’s no harm trying it on and you can see then if you like it or not.”

The suggestion seemed reasonable, even though Katherine realised in minutes she would be parading in front of a woman who had dressed her so sexily. Self-consciously Katherine took the dress and carried it into her tiny bathroom and closed the door. The smooth leather felt so great against her fingers. She found she was quickly stripping out of her teeshirt and jeans, removing her socks too. Her hands were shaking as she slowly eased the dress over her head. It had a halter top that brought her breasts up, creating a deep cleavage in the v between the two sides, below the dress hugged her waist before widening into a short skirt that barely crested her thighs. Katherine had never felt so sexy in any single item of clothing. The leather hugged her like a glove, she loved the rich aroma and the quiet creaks as it stressed and released as she moved her body. Katherine looked at herself as best she could in the bathroom mirror. With the dress’s low back, her bra was all too obvious and she had to shed it. Freed, her nipples were rock hard as they brushed against the smooth interior of the dress. Katherine knew it would be difficult to resist the woman who had allowed her to, had made her, feel this good.

Katherine walked back into the living room, liking the way the leather rippled around her body as she moved. Ellie grinned broadly as she saw Katherine, and held out a pair of strappy high-heeled shoes whose colour matched that of the dress. Katherine simpered and took the shoes without question, rising on the sharp high-heels as she strapped them on.

“Turn around.” Ellie said.

Katherine obeyed without thinking, enjoying Ellie’s gaze at her shapely body, so well revealed by the tight but supple leather.

“Excellent.” Ellie said and Katherine felt pleased. “Come on, I have the car outside.”

“I need a bag.” Katherine said, realising that just dressed in the dress and shoes she had nowhere to carry anything.

“No need, I’ll look after everything.” Ellie reassured her.

“Great.” Katherine said, more than satisfied by the answer. She followed Ellie down the stairs and out through the front door, pulling it closed behind her. For an instant she thought she had forgotten something, but Ellie was there smiling and Katherine dismissed the thought, she now felt eager to reach Ellie’s house. In moments she was in Ellie’s low red sports car, the seat belt pressing the sleek leather sensuously against her skin.

****

Katherine was not overly surprised when the car passed under the dark trees, through large iron gates and pulled up in front of a large house. It was not ostentatious, but certainly must be worth a million pounds or two. Ellie parked the car and a little self-consciously Katherine clambered out. Part of her worried about what Ellie was planning. When Katherine had seen her as a successful businesswoman with a nice flat or townhouse, she felt that they could be on equal terms, but now she truly realised the extent of Ellie’s wealth she worried the woman was just seeing her as some sort of ornament to have about the place. However, a mercenary side of her, said that the dinner she was likely to get, would be off the scale compared to the defrosted ready meal that she would have had tonight. The only doubts were what Ellie would want in return. Despite some drunken fumblings when at university, Katherine considered herself a man’s woman, but she realised that she was letting things run away from her and she had to say something soon because she did not want to disappoint Ellie and sour their relationship. She had to find some way of dropping hints and decided on an imaginary boyfriend working in the Gulf as the easiest option.

With these thoughts running through her mind, Katherine was almost oblivious to walking up the stairs and entering the house. The hallway was low lit by numerous candles. Unsurprisingly, a maid stood there.

“Welcome back, Mistress.” The maid said.

“Thank you Layla.”

“This is Katherine, she is a guest here.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Layla replied eagerly.

“Can you be ready to serve us in the small dining room?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Layla strode away from them.

Katherine was not into people having servants, and this relationship seemed very domineering. She guessed Ellie liked to assert her power in her own home, and she imagined that if the maid wanted to leave she would do. As the maid walked away, Katherine noticed her clothing for the first time. The long boots seemed unusual and a little impractical for a servant. The outfit was a typical short dress that the upper classes liked their maids to wear, but in the candle light Katherine could see it shone, not like the leather she wore, it had a different nature, it had to be polished rubber. Katherine’s concerns deepened and she began to realise that Ellie was something more than she had expected, some kind of upper class pervert.

“Come through into where we’ll be eating.”

Hesitantly, Katherine followed Ellie through a set of double doors into a long dining room, dominated by a huge table with a large silver centrepiece, but no places were laid. Instead Ellie led Katherine into a smaller side room, with dark wooden panelling where there was a round table with two places set and a large candle burning in the centre.

“Take a seat.” Ellie said.

Katherine sat down in the nearest chair whilst Ellie poured some very dark red wine.

“Thank you.” Katherine said, accepting the drink, the flavour was strong but not unpleasant.

Ellie sat opposite her, “Cheers.” She said the two women knocked glasses and drank more.

In moments the door opposite the one they had entered through, opened, and Layla came in with two bowls of soup and placed one in front of Ellie then the other before Katherine. Layla disappeared as the two women started drinking their soup. The flavour was rich but Katherine could not identify it, she felt foolish asking what it was and just savoured the taste.

“Where would you like to go next in the world?” Ellie asked after a few moments.

“I’ve never been to Prague or St. Petersburg, and I’d like to check out Thailand, and India too...”

In minutes the two women were deep in conversation, and Katherine’s concerns were gone, replaced by an admiration for Ellie’s extensive knowledge on so many topics and experience of so many places. Before Katherine knew it they had adjourned to a small sitting room and were enjoying coffees and brandies.

“You seem to have so much.” Katherine observed.

Ellie dismissed it with a sweep of her hand. “Yes, but I am lonely.”

“You have Layla, and I guess from the dining rooms, I’m not your only guest.”

“Yes, I have friends, and I have servants, but I want something more.”

“Someone your equal?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”

“You like being top dog, or should I say top cat?”

“Yes, you read me right.” Ellie laughed lightly.

“But you want someone close to you.”

“Yes. A companion.”

“I don’t think that I can be that for you.” Katherine said, though it took her an effort to do so. She realised just how much alcohol she had had.

Ellie smiled. “I don’t know, with a few quick changes, you’d be perfect.”

Katherine felt surprisingly pleased by Ellie’s remark. However, she shook her head and tried to get to her feet. “I think it is time for me to go home.”

“Well, I’ve drunk too much to drive you, and you’ll find taxis won’t come here.”

“I’ll walk then.”

“Dressed like that? You don’t know the way anyway.”

Katherine staggered to her feet, her limbs felt incredibly tired and as she took a step forwards she lost her footing and tumbled back into the armchair.

“I think you’ll be staying over.” Ellie said, putting down her own glass and walking over to Katherine.

Ellie wrapped her arm around Katherine, pressing the warm leather even tighter against her. Katherine tingled with the sensation of being so close to Ellie, breathing in her scent and feeling the warmth of her. She did not know if she passed out but when she was conscious of where she was she found she was laid out on a bed with Ellie removing her shoes. Katherine tried to speak, but no words would come, and she had no power to resist as Ellie slid her beneath the covers with Katherine still in her soft leather dress.

****

Katherine awoke. For a moment she was uncertain where she was. Her mind was filled with images left over from her dreams. The vision that kept coming to her was of Ellie dressed in her red leather, but seen from a strange angle, as if Katherine were on the floor looking up at her. The image seemed to fade, though Katherine felt a kind of urgency to cling to it. Instead she remembered Layla and the tight shiny clothes she had worn. Did Katherine mean she, as in Layla, or as in herself? Had she worn such clothes in her dream? It was all so confusing. Katherine decided she needed a glass of water but there was none by the bed. As she clambered out of the large bed, she noticed she still wore the leather dress and she began wondering whether Ellie, or Lady Eleanor, or whoever she truly was, would let her keep it, it did feel so good next to her naked skin. Katherine found her shoes and strapped them on. They felt so natural to wear now, and she strode confidently on their high heels.

Katherine had no idea of her way around the house, and passed the dark, closed doors, heading to where she could see some light. She found herself in some sort of small gallery with paintings and sculptures, from a mixture of countries, around the walls. Many were of cats and she stopped to admire a fine Egyptian figure the size of her hand. She walked back to the door she had come in and as she did she caught sight of a tall statue on a plinth by the doorway, she must have missed it as she had stepped into the light. Opposite was an empty plinth that matched it, and Katherine guessed it was awaiting a similar statue. Katherine walked up to the statue looking at it closely. It was made of some shiny jet black stone and showed a woman, or a kind of woman, about her own height. She appeared to be dressed in an all-in-one catsuit which clung to her body. A hood stretched over her head, covering the top part of her face. Almost feline eyes gazed out through the eyeholes. Her hood was topped by cat-like ears. Her legs ran into long boots which reached to her thighs. Their heels were high, but fitting her tough, guard-like image the heels were thick wedges rather than stilettos. A long spear was grasped in her right hand, which wore a fingerless glove, allowing her long sharp nails to curve out like claws. She stood proud, at attention, her breasts thrust out; clear in the skin-tight catsuit she wore.

Katherine crept closer to the statue, feeling a mixture of guilt and curiosity, edged with a little sexual arousal. She stood gazing at the statue, then tentatively reached out to touch it, running her fingers over what she expected to be cold stone. Instead the texture was slippery but responsive. Katherine felt further, reaching up to touch the statue’s chin. It was carved from stone, but the clothes she wore were rubber. Realising this Katherine gasped as she recognised that someone could be dressed to resemble the statue. Now she could not look away, she gazed at it intently drinking in the image, burning it into her mind. She moved to stand beside it and mimicked its stance. As she did Katherine felt a tingle, as if that was the right thing to do.

“So, you like my guard cat?”

Katherine almost shrieked as she heard Lady Eleanor speak from the shadows.

“Erm, yes, yes, I like it. Yes, I do.” She stuttered, blushing furiously with embarrassment, surprised she admitted her true feelings rather than deny them.

Lady Eleanor stepped into the light which lit the statue. She still wore her ankle boots, but had swapped her leathers for a sweeping red silk robe. She smiled at Katherine.

“You know, I have another costume just like the one I made for the statue. Would you like to try it on? It would be wonderful to see my guard cat come to life. You could report to me, your commander, the Cat Queen.”

Lady Eleanor made it sound like a game, something silly but fun to do. Katherine had realised her hostess liked theatricals and dressing up the moment she had come into her house. It seemed churlish not to play along.

“Why not?” Katherine said. As she followed Lady Eleanor through a corridor off the gallery somewhere in what she guessed was the East wing of the house, she realised that she was aroused at the thought of being dressed like the statue.

In just a minute they came to a plain door. It looked like metal rather than the wood of the others in the house. Lady Eleanor opened it. The room inside was small and circular, pure white all over and brightly lit by a recessed light in the ceiling. Lady Eleanor pressed a button on he wall outside and inside a curved panel slid back to reveal a narrow wardrobe, bright white like the room itself. Its only contents were a glistening black rubber catsuit hanging from a white hanger and below it a pair of thigh length boots, their heels high wedges. As Lady Eleanor had promised the outfit was a replica of the one the statue wore.

“How do you like my changing room?”

“Very smart.” Katherine replied, her brisk answer concealing the tension running through her as she thought of easing into the catsuit and boots. Faced with them in reality, she felt apprehensive.

“Step in and we’ll see what you look like as one of my guard cats.”

“Yes.” Katherine laughed nervously but stepped into the chamber.

The door slid closed behind Katherine. For an instant she felt a little nervous again, but thought it was foolish to be so hesitant. She guessed Lady Eleanor had had a chance to ravish her when she was drunk, and yet had held off. Clearly she was just some rich woman who liked to play slightly childish games, or were they really adult games, Katherine was not certain. It would be silly to come out now dressed as she was. She glanced at herself in the full length mirror, she certainly looked good in this dress. She really hoped she could keep it. However, slowly she pulled it off over her head and giggled as she saw herself naked bar her strappy shoes and in moments even they had gone. Katherine blushed as she noticed her pussy lips were engorged and her clit was becoming erect. She now understood that this game was exciting her more than she had realised. Katherine remembered how pleased she had been when Lady Eleanor had commented about her leather trousers, how special that had made her feel. Why should she not ease herself into something a touch more exotic, she was a modern liberated woman after all.

Katherine picked up the rubber catsuit, its black material was cool and slippery and it glided between her fingers. She wondered what it would be like to give her body that feel itself, and she knew that that curiosity would not let her leave this room without wearing it. Quickly now Katherine eased her feet into the rubber. The interior was covered in something slippery, and though it clung to her as she tugged the rubber up her legs, it slid easily enough over her skin and soon her whole lower half, including her feet, was in its second rubber skin. In moments her bum was coated and then she began to slip in one arm and the other, pulling the rubber tight so that her hands eased into the gloves that were an integral part of the catsuit. It seemed like only a couple of minutes had passed since entering the room, but already she was coated in the slippery rubber. Katherine’s hands were shaking as she slid the zip up, enclosing her midriff and her breasts in the rubber. She gasped as her nipples stood proud in the gloss and she could not resist stroking them. As she did she felt a sudden cold sensation at the base of her spine.

“Have you discovered the tail?” Lady Eleanor called from outside.

“Yes.” Katherine replied. She was intrigued by the rubber-coated tail hanging down between her legs. As she looked at it, it suddenly perked up, standing erect behind her back. She thought about it swaying and gently it began to. “Whoah! That’s cool.”

“Yes, it senses your brain signals and acts on them. It’s a new piece of kit.”

Katherine played with her new tail, getting it to wrap around her leg then uncoil and naughtily stroke at the zip which was all that covered her naked pussy. Katherine gasped at the pleasurable sensation that that gave her. Eagerly she went to the boots and quickly eased them on over her catsuit. She had never worn boots so long or with such high heels, but once in them, she felt powerful and strong and strode to the mirror, delighting in how she appeared.

“Where’s the mask?” Katherine asked a little impatiently.

“Ah, just a few more moments. Just stand where you are, looking at the mirror.”

As Katherine stood there, she began to catch the hint of glints of light at the corner of her eye. She kept her eyes running after them, darting back and forth but they were always out of reach. They seemed to multiply in number and soon the mirror, the small room, were filled with coloured lights that made Katherine feel a little dizzy, but as she moved slightly, she sensed the rubber that clung to her so snugly and that reassured her, that felt good. Katherine lost all sense of time, she just loved the beautiful lights, then for an instant it went dark, and when her vision cleared she felt a hood had passed over her head. Now the lights were close to her, spiralling around inches from her eyes. She found it difficult to think straight, but that did not concern her any more, she was loving the sensation, one that she was increasingly sure had been given her by the skin-tight rubber she wore, these were the clothes that she loved, making her tough but sexy.

With those thoughts established, Katherine felt new commands coming into her mind. Distantly she could hear Lady Eleanor’s voice, and she strained to listen it. As she did the words she said seem to penetrate deep into Katherine, they were about loyalty and obedience. Increasingly Katherine felt that Lady Eleanor was the most important person in her life, she found it difficult to picture anyone else, or remember their names. Katherine began to know that Lady Eleanor was more important that herself, and that Katherine had to demonstrate her loyalty, to guard and protect her mistress. Her mistress? That was good word, and thinking it Katherine felt a wave of pleasure run through her. Her Mistress and she was her loyal guard cat, feline, sexy, and strong. Distantly Katherine felt her hands lift up and felt pressure on each of her fingers, but the information flowing into her brain was so much more important than that. Katherine felt pressure on her head, but again it was not important, knowing her Mistress and how to serve her, was.

Now Lady Eleanor’s voice was clear in the hood. “I am Lady Eleanor, I am your Mistress; you are Kat, my loyal guard cat.” The mantra repeated again and again and Katherine found she could not deny it, it was the truth, a burning, binding truth.

Katherine did not know what to do to demonstrate her loyalty. Then she felt a cool sensation on her shaven head as the mask she had longed for, and now knew was a true part of her, was lowered into place on her head. As it fixed in place, she realised the change was complete.

“You are my Mistress, i am Kat, your loyal guard.”

The hood quickly lifted away and Kat blinked in the bright light. Then she saw herself reflected and her whole body rocked with the pulse of pleasure that coursed through her. Her tail spiralled and twisted behind her, as she admired her hands tipped with their silver claws.

The door slid open and seeing her Mistress, Kat fell to her knees and crawled towards her, her shiny coated legs sliding easily across the floor. She lapped at her Mistress’s shiny red boots, her tail waving excitedly from side to side.

“Thank you Mistress, thank you. Kat is so grateful.”

Lady Eleanor smiled and crouched to stroke her hand over Kat’s rubber covered body, from her head between the pricked-up ears where she knew the sensation would penetrate Kat’s rubber skin to her bare flesh below, down her spine, sending delightful shivers through her, to cup her shapely bum. Kat was speechless, now only purrs would come as she loved the petting her mistress gave her. As Lady Eleanor’s probing fingers brushed the zip over Kat’s naked pussy, her guard exploded in orgasm until she slumped exhausted at her Mistress’s feet.

“Come, my pet, my guard.”

Kat stood, her actions feline as she walked behind her Mistress, to her large bedroom. She followed her through the curtains of the four poster bed and sought to curl up at her Mistress’s feet, but Lady Eleanor knew that a good cat had to be rewarded with the cream and shedding her boots and robe, she unzipped the catsuit from over Kat’s sex and began stroking her cat’s pussy until she was gasping with the pleasure coursing through her body. With the sun about to rise, Kat fell into a deep sleep never to wake again as Katherine Norris, but for ever more as Kat, Lady Eleanor’s loyal, obedient, pet.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 3 - Augmentation

2011-10-07T21:00:00.000-07:00

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 3 – Augmentation

The taxi pulled up at the end of the driveway.

“That’s the place.”

“Aren’t you going to drive in?” Sara asked, curious at the behaviour of this British taxi driver.

“That’s the place. You owe me five pounds twenty.” He said in a surly voice.

Sara realised that she was not going to get anything more out of the man. She paid him, but did not give him a tip. She picked up her large bag and began walking up to the house. The driveway was far from straight and Sara felt a bit disgruntled as she went under the arch of rambling trees. Then she emerged into the gardens of the house. They were well kept, and it looked just how she imagined an English country house to appear. Her tiredness now forgotten, she was soon at the door. She could see why Professor Nash had resigned from her post in the US if this had been what had been waiting for her in England.

Sara rang the bell. She did not wait long before the door opened. The woman who opened it was clearly a maid, in an immaculate costume that seemed to glisten in the autumn sunshine. She stood smartly, her head bowed a little. “Please enter.” She said. Sara did wonder at her costume, the white frills around the apron seemed to be classic, but the long boots she wore and their sharp heels seemed a little odd.

“Ah, there you are.” A woman probably coming up to forty, with blonde hair showering from her head in braids, hurried up. She wore smooth black leather trousers, no doubt from a leading Italian fashion house. Sara noticed her cropped jacket was also leather, and so was the bustier she wore beneath it. Her heels were possibly a touch too high. Then again Professor Nash must have inherited money with this place, and in Beverley Hills she would have seemed positively restrained in her wardrobe.

“Sara, Sara Brooke, I presume.”

“Professor Nash, it was so great of you to let me come and visit.”

“It was nothing. I may have stepped out of academia, but it doesn’t mean I’ve lost interest in the subjects I researched entirely. Though don’t call me Professor Nash, here I’m Eleanor, Lady Eleanor.”

“Yes, of course, Lady Eleanor.”

“Excellent. Come through, we’ll have tea, or coffee if you prefer.”

Sara looked around as if on a tourist trip as Lady Eleanor led her into a large sitting room. It was not crowded with ornaments as she expected to find in a stately home, instead the furniture was modern, dark shades contrasting with the cream of the walls and the white of the window frames.

“Take a seat.” Lady Eleanor gestured to a midnight blue armchair, unlike the typical suite, the leather was polished and shiny, rather than matt. However, as Sara sat down she felt relaxed and comfortable.

In moments the maid appeared with the tea, as she set it down, Sara did ponder how practical her shiny boots and short maid’s uniform was, but her attention was distracted by Lady Eleanor.

“We had better press on, I’m sure you have got a lot of questions.”

“Erm, yes. Do you mind if I record our talks?”

“Certainly do it, it’s good to get an accurate note of my words.”

Sara admired Lady Eleanor’s focus, no small talk, no discussion of the trip here. She pulled her pad, with her points to focus on, from her bag and set the mini-disc recorder running on the low table between them.

“Professor, before you stepped down, your work focused on the psychological and neurological effects of augmentation, breast enlargement and such like.”

“Yes, that’s correct. It’s still an area which I am interested in. I do private research here.”

“That’s great to hear. You no longer publish though.”

“No, my ideas are probably too controversial. I will hold on to my results until the world catches up with my thinking.”

“Yes, I know what you mean.” Sara laughed lightly, then continued. “The most controversial point you made before you stepped down was that women who undergo such augmentation feel that they lose control, that they become submissive to the person, well, not necessarily the surgeon, but the person who arranged for the surgery. Of course, most women arrange their own...”

“But do they do it for themselves? Or do they do it for their husbands, their partners, for society?”

Sara hesitated, thinking for the moment. “Yes, that is a point, but I find it difficult to accept that a woman’s personality would change, that she would become submissive. You called it the ‘master syndrome‘, didn’t you?”

“The Mistress Syndrome.”

“Ah.” Sara hesitated, uncertain what to say next.

“Have you ever had such augmentation yourself?” Lady Eleanor asked clearly running her eyes over Sara.

“No.”

“So, you have no personal experience of what changes it might bring?”

“No, that is true.”

“Well, who better to work with, someone who is both knowledgeable and sceptical?”

“A test case?”

“Call it that if you like, but you’d be working with me on the research. We would have two views of the same developments.”

Sara laughed again, partly nervous at what Lady Eleanor’s suggestions meant, partly excited to be invited to work with her.

“Though I might not be up to it, once the process was complete. Didn’t you also say that the intelligence of such an augmented woman becomes less, as she feels herself becoming more of an object, or what was the word you used? More like a pet?”

“Well, she is petted. We alter our pets, cut their coats, dock their tails, neuter them. Surely that is what happens to the woman who is altered, but even more so. She yields to the changes and is rewarded by her owner for how she now appears. She is made more sexually alluring. She does not control what happens to her, she is remade the way her mistress wants.”

“So if I went through such surgery I would find myself feeling like your pet?”

“What‘s wrong with that?” Lady Eleanor seemed to joke.

“It‘s only a possibility after all, that is what we would be testing.” Sara conceded.

“I think it is more than a possibility, but why don’t you see?”

Sara fell quiet, thinking through the implications. “Such things are reversible, and it would certainly make a great thesis. Who would fund it? I can’t see the university paying for me to get my breasts enlarged.”

“I have a small surgery here. I worked in the field for five years before turning to research. We could do all the work here, under controlled conditions.”

“I don’t know.” Sara hesitated.

“You are serious about this research aren’t you?” Lady Eleanor fixed her gaze on Sara, daring her to disagree. Then she spoke with a softer tone. “Well you know as well as anyone we can reverse any of the processes, that’s if you wanted that after it’s done.”

“Yes, I suppose so. What sort of things are you thinking about?”

“Nothing too extreme. Plump out your lips, that’s very easy, breast implants are a given, filling out your backside is popular these days too.”

“Yes, it’s becoming as popular as breast enlargement. There are a couple of other things, my nose could be a little more shapely, I’ve often thought.”

“Yes, that’s no problem. We could also taper your waist a little and a touch of liposuction will give us material to work with.”

“Okay. When will we do this? I’m only over here for a month.”

“Oh don’t worry. We can handle it tomorrow. I’ll just make some calls and double check my surgery.”

“That gives me time to get the experiment log set up and start writing in my thoughts, feelings and so on. We’ll need a ‘before’ and ‘after’ view.”

“Certainly.” Lady Eleanor said as she stood. “Well, I’ll leave you to your tasks and will go and see to mine. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow morning.” She rang a small bell on the table. “I’ll have Layla make up a room for you, get you some food too. You can stay here to recover. It’ll be nice to have a guest staying, I have so few.”

The maid appeared.

“Layla, can you have Sara shown to the Arabic bedroom?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“See you bright and early.” Lady Eleanor smiled and Sara felt reassured.

Sara followed the maid, oblivious now to her clothes as her mind raced through her ideas for this research and thoughts of the research papers that would come from it.

****

The morning had rushed by and Sara had had little time to think about what was happening, instead she had been focusing on the experiment as if it was going to be happening to someone else. It was only now as she lay on the operating table that Sara began to realise this was real and was happening to her. For the first time she began to wonder how she would look, probably not too different from what Lady Eleanor had said, no-one would be aware of the changes by the time she got back to the States.

“If your theories are right then with this much augmentation, I will be unable to think for myself, I’ll be totally submissive to you.” Sara said, the thought had just come to her. She had always doubted Professor Nash’s theory would prove accurate, but now she was facing putting it to the test.

Lady Eleanor just smiled. She injected the anaesthetic into Sara then stood back. “Yes, you will be. I knew that for certain when I stepped down. Since then I have been refining the techniques. As well as your augmentation you will receive conditioning whilst you sleep. When you awake you will be Syra, your personality as well as your body transformed, totally obedient to me. You’ll have become one of my pets.”

Sara looked alarmed, and tried to struggle, but her limbs felt heavy, she was unable to lift her head. She thought of the maid she had seen clad in tight shiny rubber. She wondered if that would be her fate. As if reading her mind, Lady Eleanor held up a glistening rubber catsuit.

“Do you like it? This is what Syra wears, and there is nothing you can do to stop yourself becoming Syra. I couldn’t have anyone too interested in my work, well certainly not someone not totally loyal to me. When you awake you will be something far more useful than just another researcher, you will be a playbeing. You’ll like that, no more worries, I’ll look after everything for you. I am your mistress, you can just delight in your shapely, sexy body, Syra.”

Lady Eleanor’s words sounded distant, the name Syra echoed in her ears and then all went black.

****

Syra stepped out of the shower and admired her large firm breasts and the shapely hemisphere of her bum. Her waist was slimmer, as if she wore a corset, tapered, accentuating both her enlarged breasts and backside. She pouted her full lush lips and shook her blonde hair. She loved how her body looked, she was grateful to her mistress for allowing her to be so sexy. Hanging close by was her black rubber catsuit, standing beneath it a pair of matching thigh length boots with high, sharp heels. She stepped over to the clothes, enjoying the way her firm bum swayed as she moved. She stroked her fingers over the rubber’s polished surface, but did not hesitate long, she was eager to show off her sexy body to her mistress in this clinging rubber.

Syra slid her legs into the catsuit, they were coated with some kind of oil that meant the rubber slid easily across her body. Soon her bum was coated and she was easing her arms into the sleeves. Her whole body tingled, this felt so right, to be clad in this gloss, showing off every part of her delicious body, yet making it so much sexier. Excitedly she eased up the zip sealing herself into the catsuit, her large breasts standing erect in the rubber, their nipples rock hard. Her rubber clad legs slid easily into the thigh length boots and Syra rose on the sharp heels. Syra strutted to the mirror, loving the way the rubber rippled around her shapely body as she moved, glistening in the light. Syra was eager to finger herself in her new clothes, but something held her back, she had to satisfy her mistress, pleasure came from her, when she decided.

Satisfied with the erotic way she was now dressed, Syra went to find her mistress. As she walked through the house so blatantly a sex-toy, Syra shuddered with a thrill, she loved the fact that this was her existence, to be so sexy, to be so obedient. She found her mistress reclining on a sofa dressed in blue leather, a bustier and tight sleek trousers.

“Mistress.” Syra said as she stepped into the room, her head bowed in submission.

Lady Eleanor looked up and delighted in the new pet she saw standing before her, her body sculpted with large firm breasts and buttocks so obvious in the skin-tight glossy rubber that were now her usual clothes.

“Syra, lift your head.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

As Syra lifted up her face, Lady Eleanor looked into her eyes. All she could see was a sex-slave looking back, all thought of resistance, any ability not to obey, had been removed. Lady Eleanor knew that Sara Brooke no longer existed at all, instead in front of her stood Syra, nothing more than one of her slaves, nothing more than a playbeing.

“Syra, come lick me out.” Lady Eleanor ordered unbuttoning her trousers to expose her naked pussy below.

Syra fell to her knees and crawled across the floor, pleased to be able to service her mistress. In moments her tongue was lapping at the lips of her mistress’s delicious pussy, teasing her tasty clit until her mistress slumped back, shaking with pleasure, clearly delighted at her new toy.

Syra knelt back, pleased that she had done her duty.

“Orgasm.” Lady Eleanor ordered.

Syra’s body was unable to disobey and she was shot through with pleasure, her clitoris throbbing, her snatch was running juicy, her body quivering with pleasure as she squirmed, fondling her slippery rubber-clad body, loving the fact that she served her mistress and her mistress rewarded her so well.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 4 - Intruder

2011-10-07T20:00:00.000-07:00

PartThe Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 4 - Intruder

“Mistress, can you see her?” Kat pointed with a chrome nail to the young woman on the screen. “She got over the wall by the copse, and is heading to the stable block.”

“Interesting.” Lady Eleanor said.

“We can follow her easily on the security cameras.”

“Good. Lock the door to the area of the stables where Aspen is but open the door a little to the ones where Arabella is. Open the storeroom door there too. We‘ll see if we can tempt our intruder in.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Kat quickly punched the buttons on the control panel.

****

Tracey came up to the low brick building where she had seen the woman ride back in, she guessed they were the stables. The building looked new, with solid doors, and shatterproof windows high up. Tracey wanted to check if the woman was still inside so she could have a go at the house. If not, there might be stuff here worth taking. Tracey tried the main door to the stable, but it would not budge. The side door seemed equally firmly locked. She cursed, but then quickly skirted around the building to the other side. This side of the building seemed a mirror image of the first, but with a difference, here the side door was ajar. Quickly Tracey went over to it and peered inside. These stables looked strange, not filled with the wood and straw she expected, but shiny and white. In the stalls she could see, the floor was strewn with what looked like corn-coloured strips of silk. She guessed that this was the latest design. It suggested there would be something worth stealing inside, easily, without the problems that breaking into the house would present her. She held her breath and listened, but there seemed to be no sound of the woman she had seen. She pushed the door open just enough to slip inside.

By the door stood what looked like a small trap, a two-wheeled horse drawn carriage she had seen occasionally at fetes in the area. The stalls held nothing of interest, bar the fact that they looked like no stables Tracey had seen. At the end she saw what looked like a storeroom, she walked briskly towards it. As she did, something in the last stall attracted her attention. At first it looked like some kind of strange creature. Its skin was black and shiny, except for the mane emerging from the top of its head and stretching down the back. It was two-legged but its feet looked hoofed like a horse’s. The ears that rose from its head and the black rubber tail emerging from its backside were like a horse’s too. Then the creature turned and Tracey saw it was a woman dressed in clinging rubber, her firm breasts strained against it. Instantly Tracey was shocked but also curious. The woman’s upper arms seemed bound to her sides, so she could only move her forearms and hands. Now Tracey saw that the hooves were peculiar boots slid over the catsuit the woman wore.

Tracey did not know what to do. “What’s happened to you?” She asked the woman.

Then she noticed the woman wore a bridle with a rubber coated bit running between her teeth. It was tied by rubber rope to the stall. Tracey hurried forward and tried to untie the rope. “These people in these stately homes, they’re all perverts.” She said to herself.

The rubber-covered woman stamped her hoofed feet and twisted her head, making a neighing sound as she did. Tracey had no hope of untying the rope now as the woman shook and shied away from her. Tracey gave up trying and as she did the woman calmed and walked up to Tracey stroking her gloss covered body along hers. Tracey shuddered at the sensation of the slippery rubber running over her jeans. In an instant she wondered what it would be like to wear such clothes against her flesh. Clearly this woman was enjoying it. Tracey shook her head, she had to remind herself of why she was here. As yet she had barely seen anything worth stealing. She looked around and saw an open door at the end of the stables.

Tracey walked up to it, wondering if the woman she had seen riding was in here. The door was ajar and again she carefully looked inside before stepping through. The light was on but the room seemed empty. It was a storeroom, more typical of a stable. It was hung with bridles and reins, and a couple of whips were clipped to the wall. Tracey tried unsuccessfully to unclip one, thinking they might be worth something, but her attention was quickly distracted by a small room at the end. She walked in cautiously, but it too was empty. The room was circular and small, more like a cupboard. It was tiled white all over, with small spotlights shining in a ring around the edge of the ceiling. In the corner was a narrow opening. In it hung long black rubber clothes. Immediately Tracey recognised the strange hoof like boots that the woman in the stall wore. This must be a changing room for the dressing up the owner of the house did. Tracey had heard it was some lady. She wondered if that was the woman she had seen riding the real horse, or if it had been one of her guests.

Curiously Tracey walked the few steps to the rubber clothes. They looked about her size, smaller than the woman she had seen in the stall. She ran her fingers over the gloss. It was shiny and slippery inside and out, unlike the rubber of wellington boots worn on a farm. Then the lights suddenly changed to a pinky-purple, and there was a sound just on the edge of her hearing. Tracey turned around quickly, but the doorway she had stepped through had gone, all the walls were now just smooth tiling. The door must have closed while she was feeling the rubber. Tracey did not panic, in fact in the pastel light she felt relaxed, almost soothed, she felt there was no need to struggle, to try to get out, she just had to move to the centre of the small room and wait.

Tracey felt herself getting dopey. Patches of pale pink and dark purple light seemed to be rotating around the walls. Ahead of her a spiralling circular pattern of light shone on the wall. Tracey could not look away from it. She gazed at it, and as she did she felt her will fading, she could not struggle, she could only obey. She barely noticed as a hood lowered from the ceiling resting on her shoulders, covering her head. As it settled in place the colours and the noise intensified.. She felt her memories fading, she could not remember why she was there, even who she was, her mind seemed to be emptying until she felt she was in limbo. Then, reassuringly, a voice began to whisper to her, what and who she was. The words repeated, gently, softly changing her.

“I am Lady Eleanor, I am your mistress. You are Chantelle, you obey my every command. I am your mistress, you are Chantelle, my pet, my ponygirl. See your sleek, glossy body Chantelle.” The words repeated, sinking deep into her consciousness, shaping her personality to her new identity, her new form.

The lights seemed to clear and an image appeared in her head, as if the hood had been removed and ahead of her she saw the rubber-covered woman Tracey had seen in the stalls. Her slim body was covered in glossy rubber, like a new shiny skin. Her arms were constrained close to her sides. Her slender legs ran into boots that ended in hooves. She liked their shape, how her smooth calves, her thighs were thrust out. Her breasts stood firm, teased, pleased by the rubber which clung to them and held them erect. Her blonde hair rose through the hood to become her proud mane. She saw the rubber-coated bridle that grasped her head, the bit running through her teeth, ready for her mistress’s reins to guide. She skittered and shook her head. Then she realised it was not the ponygirl she had seen in the stalls, this was a reflection, this was a reflection of Chantelle, of Chantelle the ponygirl, a reflection of herself. A bolt of arousal shot through her. Chantelle panted, and shuddered with pleasure as she realised her true identity. Chantelle neighed just like the ponygirl she was.

All went black but soon her vision cleared. She glanced up to see a rigid, glossy black hood rising back through the ceiling. Chantelle looked down at herself and was confused. She wore horrible itchy clothes, where was the glossy rubber she loved? She tore off the jacket and shirt; the bra which seemed so unsuitable. She ripped at the laces of the muddy shoes, so unlike her lovely hoofed boots. In moments she was tugging down the jeans and panties that felt so uncomfortable. She turned to the closet she knew was behind her. Chantelle snatched out the rubber ponygirl suit and hurried to slide her legs into it, the oiled, glossy interior easing up her shapely legs, cupping her bum as she slid her arms into the sleeves.

The door slid open behind her, but Chantelle did not panic. She smiled as her mistress stepped in. Lady Eleanor wore her smart leather riding clothes. From the polished black boots, past the clinging beige jodhpurs, to the tight rubber shirt under her fitted leather riding jacket, she looked perfect. Chantelle stood passively as her mistress gently guided her body into the rest of her ponygirl suit. With her arms in place, bound close to her body, Lady Eleanor tugged Chantelle’s hair through the hood and fitted her face in its proper place. She checked that the black rubber butt-plug tail was nicely fitted too. Then she zipped up the back of the suit, sealing Chantelle into the rubber she loved so much. Lady Eleanor stroked the rubber pony ears on the top of Chantelle’s hood. Gently she lifted up one leg and slipped on the hoofed boot and so as Chantelle could keep her balance, she followed with the other one as quickly as possible. Chantelle stood proudly shuffling her newly hoofed feet. Then slowly her mistress began fixing her bridle around her head. She ran the rubber-covered bit through her mouth and Chantelle was ready for her new life.

Chantelle let herself be led over to an empty stall where her mistress tied up her reins. Chantelle nuzzled her mistress and shook with pleasure as in return Lady Eleanor stroked her rubber clad body.

“Excellent, Chantelle. As I special reward I’ll let Troy play with you.”

Chantelle wondered who or what Troy was. She pulled her head round to look over her shoulder and saw her mistress’s guard leading in a tall, strong ponyboy. Like Chantelle his body was covered in skin-tight gleaming rubber and his feet were shoed with hoof-like boots. At the sight of Chantelle, his cock rose hard, filling out the rubber sheath that coated it. The shiny black cock seemed bigger than any Chantelle had seen and she wondered what it would feel to have it slide deep and hard into her. She knew that in moments she would find out. Troy trotted up to Chantelle and somehow she knew it was just right for a ponygirl to bend over to receive a stallionman’s cock. She panted and skittered as she felt Troy’s firm thighs press hard against her and in moments her sodden pussy was feeling the first touches of him. He did not hesitate, and, as suited to the creatures they both were, he was in Chantelle in a matter of moments, thrusting his rock hard cock forcefully into her. The sensation of the huge flesh penetrating deep in her was only part of what brought her so quickly to orgasm, the realisation that she was a sexy rubber-clad pet of her mistress, being screwed at her command pulsed through her and in seconds Chantelle was nothing but a panting, shaking ponygirl receiving her first stud servicing. Satisfied that her Chantelle could now be nothing but a ponygirl, Lady Eleanor led Troy back to his own stall. She then returned to Chantelle, untied her reins and led her unresisting body to the stall she shared with Arabella.

****

There remained a lot to be done, not least training Chantelle to be the perfect trap ponygirl to trot in harmony with her pair partner. However, it was a project Lady Eleanor knew she would enjoy and had no doubt that Chantelle would be a fit pet to show at the Autumn meets. Lady Eleanor hesitated, there was no time like the present, it was a fine day and she might as well start the practice now.

“I think she has proven herself.” Lady Eleanor said. “We’ll see if she is as good at her other duties. Kat fix up Arabella and Chantelle to the trap, I think I’ll go for a ride.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Kat moved the trap so it faced towards the stable doors; its leather harnesses were already in place. Lady Eleanor had ridden in it with her two male ponies, but this would be the first time she had two female ones pulling.

“Arabella, Chantelle, come, ready yourselves for the trap.”

Almost in unison the two ponygirls came from the stalls, their feet lifting high as they had been programmed to do, as they knew a good ponygirl did. Reaching the trap they turned and stepped backward into the traces. Kat hurried forward and began buckling the female body harness to Chantelle then binding it to the trap. She then ran the reins from Chantelle’s bridle, and the special light rein that spilt and ran as a ‘y’ shape between her crotch where it could be used to give the ponygirl such rewards. Quickly she fastened Arabella in the same. Satisfied, Lady Eleanor stepped into the trap and took the six reins that Kat handed her. For the moment she tied the crotch reins to the front of the trap and then with a sharp command combined with a wave sent through the reins she spurred her two ponygirls into life.

Kat was already opening the doors so that by the time Arabella and Chantelle reached them they could trot through without halting. Both moved perfectly as their sleek bodies glistened in the sunshine. Lady Eleanor knew their muscles would become honed by regular trotting and promised herself she would have them out far more often now she had a matched pair. She was pleased that all the work she had put into the programming had again paid off, and that the correct patterns had slid so easily into Chantelle’s muscle memory. Lady Eleanor was sure that by the end of the Summer they would be an ideal pair to show. Their movements were a delight to watch and Lady Eleanor ran them round the outside of her house, with Kat looking on delighted by the scene. Bringing them back to the stables, Lady Eleanor took up the crotch reins and pulled them lightly but firmly, so that now every prefect step rewarded the two ponygirls with the most delightful of pressures against their clits and lips. The two ponygirls were excited when they reached the stable doors and Lady Eleanor had no doubt they would satisfy each other’s built-up sexual urges well into the night. She stepped down from the trap and waited whilst Kat freed them from the trap. She then took the pair of them of guide reins back to their stall. Tying them in for the night, Lady Eleanor felt very happy. She gave her Chantelle one last stroke and wondered whether she should let down her security a little to see what other prizes would fall into her grasp. She turned and went back to the house, with the sound of the two ponygirls’ rubber coated bodies grinding against each other’s coming to her ears.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 5 - Party Guest

2011-10-07T18:00:00.000-07:00

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 5 - Party Guest

Jane walked along the country road. To one side was a small cottage past which the road ran. There was a small side lane just a short way on which climbed up the hill, and through the trees Jane could catch glimpses of a large house. She thought it would be good to get a view from the hill top and continue walking along the ridge. She started to go towards the lane.

“You don’t want to go up there.” Jane heard a voice and turned to see an old woman she had not noticed before in the front garden of the cottage.

“Why not?” Jane asked, intrigued by the woman’s warning.

“Not unless you want to become one of Lady Eleanor’s girls.”

“Lady Eleanor?”

“Lady Eleanor, she owns the big house, always welcoming to women like you.” The women glowered as if that said enough. She returned to uprooting weeds.

“Oh well, thanks.” Jane said, not really knowing what to say. She gave little thought to what the woman had meant and put it all down to the mumblings of the old. The woman turned back and went into her house. Her curiosity stimulated, Jane in fact headed up the lane with more determination.

The lane soon twisted and she lost sight of the road. The hillside levelled out before rising again. She stopped and looked over the field. A young woman was riding a horse around the field and over a few jumps. Jane, who had ridden when she was younger, stopped and watched.

The woman caught sight of her and rode over to the lane.

“Hello, there.” The woman said cheerfully. She looked over Jane and noting the rucksack asked, “Are you on holiday?”

“Yes. Doing a bit of hiking, this is a lovely part of the countryside, I’m down here for a few days. I hope you didn’t mind met watching you riding. You were going well.”

The woman dismissed any concern with a gesture. “Thanks. Do you ride?”

“Yes.”

“How about coming for a hack with me? We have got some great mounts up at the house. What do you say?”

“Sure.” Jane replied.

“Great. I’m Karyn. Just follow the lane and I will meet you at the gate of the field.” She said smiling.

“Right, I’m Jane.” She said and smiled back.

Jane walked up the lane and soon the big house was clearly in sight. Karyn had dismounted and stood holding her horse. Jane had first thought Karyn was wearing standard riding clothes but close up she noticed that her jodhpurs were of shiny, tight beige leather, running into polished riding boots; her black jacket and waistcoat were also leather.

“I haven’t got any gear.” Jane said as she reached Karyn. Now she felt slightly hesitant, remembering what the old woman had said.

“No worry, we have loads spare at the house.” Karyn's warm response seemed to reassure Jane.

They walked up to the house and round the side to the stables. Karyn tied up her horse in a stall and led Jane into the house. It was large, and nicely furnished with rich art work and furniture. Jane looked at the various photos on the wall. Many showed the same woman, in various clothes, some sort of noblewoman’s outfit, in a scientist’s white coat, and dressed in a military uniform.

“Who’s this? Lady Eleanor?”

Karyn nodded. “Well, to give her all her proper titles: Professor Major Lady Eleanor Nash.”

“Major lady? Strange title.”

“No she’s a major, in the Territorial Army and she’s a lady too, capital ‘l’. She inherited this from her uncle, he had no children and her father had all girls.”

“Right. Good for her.” Jane said as she continued along the corridor.

“You can change in here.” Karyn said leading her into a spare bedroom. She disappeared briefly into a neighbouring room and returned with riding clothes that matched her own.

“I’ve never worn leather jodhpurs.” Jane said hesitantly as she slipped off her jeans and sweater.

“They’re really comfortable, once you’ve tried them you won’t want to take them off.” Karyn said and then stepped out of the room.

Jane hesitated then slipped on the dark silk blouse, it was smooth and cool on her then she eased on the jodhpurs, they were skin-tight, covering her legs in shiny beige leather. She ran her hands over her slippery bum. Then she pulled on the leather waistcoat and buttoned it up. She sat on the bed to slide her leathered legs into her riding boots. Finally she pulled on a fitted leather jacket. Then Jane walked up and down in front of the mirror delighting in how the light caught her clothes and the leather softly creaked to her every move.

Karyn came back smiling. “Ready?” she asked.

Jane nodded and was led out to the stables. A horse waited alongside Karyn’s. The two women mounted and rode off around the fields. Jane enjoyed the ride and as she did she began to feel aroused by the clothes she wore, the leather seemed to shaping to her body, teasing her skin sensuously.

They rode back in to the stables. Two stable girls dressed a bit like Karyn took the horses from them. Jane was used to stabling a horse she rode, but she guessed these were Lady Eleanor’s servants and that was their job. Karyn accompanied Jane back to the house.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, it was great, thank you.”

“You must come and meet Lady Eleanor. She’s wonderful, she’ll love to meet you, make you one of her girls.”

“Shall I get changed first?”

“No need, she’ll be pleased to see you like that.”

“Okay.” Jane said a little nervously. Now she was off the horse she was again conscious of how the tight leather felt against her body. As Karyn walked ahead of her through a side door, the beige leather of her jodhpurs rippled around her bum, Jane realised hers must appear the same. The thought aroused her, but she was coming to believe what Karyn had said about not wanting to take this leather gear off.

Karyn led Jane into a large conservatory. A woman in her late thirties was sat in a wicker chair. She was dressed in red leather, tight trousers which sat high on her waist and a halter top. Her boots were pointed with high, sharp heels. Jane began to wonder what this house was about, but then, she told herself the wealthy were eccentric and it was probably prejudice and jealousy which had shaped the old woman’s opinion.

“Lady Eleanor.” Karyn said, going to stand beside her.

The woman in red leather put down her book. Seeing Jane she smiled at her. “A new friend Karyn? You’ve been riding?”

“Yes. This is Jane, she‘s on holiday down here. She was hiking down the lane.”

“I’m glad you invited her in. She looks wonderful in the riding gear.” Lady Eleanor extended her hand. Jane stepped forward and shook it nervously.

“Nice to meet you. I hope you’ll stay.”

“Erm, er.” Jane did not know what to stay, but she had to admit the prospect of wearing the leathers for a little longer was tempting. “That would be nice.” She said.

“Great, we’re having a party tonight, you can meet the other girls here and some of my friends.”

“Ah, I’ve only got jeans and sweaters and things, nothing smart.”

“Don’t worry, I have lots of things I am sure you can squeeze into. Karyn’ll lace you into something suitable.” Lady Eleanor glanced at her watch. “If that’s the time, I’d better go and get ready myself, people will start arriving soon. You two go off and select something nice.”

Jane was going to protest but realised she was excited, wondering that if Lady Eleanor dressed like this for daily wear, what her idea of party clothes would be. Karyn looked happy as Jane turned to follow her to a room to change in.

“First, step in and have a shower. There’s some special gel, that’s good. Try it out.” Karyn said, indicating a door off the changing room. “There are towels and a robe in there.”

“Great.” Jane said. She still felt this was all a little peculiar, but she guessed a wealthy woman like Lady Eleanor had enough to go round and liked sharing her wealth.

Jane got in the shower room and quickly shed her leathers. She hung them up, but could not resist running her fingers over them. They were so smooth and had a rich aroma that she had come to like. However, she was pleased to be able to shower after being out on the horses and the shower gel, held in a large glass jar smelt delicious and it really made Jane tingle, not just her skin, but somehow deep inside her too.

Jane stepped out into the main room in the robe she had found with a towel wrapped around her head. Karyn was dressed similarly.

“I just popped back to my room.” Karyn explained. “Now, let’s see what we can find so you can be properly dressed for the party. Something bold, I think, we want you to stand out as the new girl, so everyone can see you.”

Karyn walked over to the wardrobe and threw its double doors open. Inside the rails were crowded with clothes and immediately Jane could see most were shiny, a lot were black, some red, purple and other shades. Beneath them were a variety of shoes and long boots, all with high heels, many with platform soles as well. Karyn grabbed something in red, then ran along looking for some matching ankle boots.

Jane was feeling self-conscious and wondered if she had made some great mistake coming here. Now the stories of eccentric wealthy ladies were being replaced in her mind by thoughts of young women being lured into prostitution. Was this house just simply a high-class brothel? Jane’s thoughts spiralled, wondering what to do next.

“Erm, Karyn. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“What?” Karyn turned round, with an armful of rubber clothes.

“Erm, me staying, going to the party. I think I made a mistake, I think I should be on my way.”

Karyn looked truly disappointed. “Really? That’s a shame. Can’t you just stay for the party and go tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s the party I’m worried about. What’s going to happen there?”

“A bit of drinking, music, chatting, some dancing, usual party stuff.”

“And they’ll be men?” Jane asked tentatively.

Karyn laughed lightly. “That’s what’s worrying you? You know Lady Eleanor’s a lesbian and you’re worried she’s lusting after you.”

Jane looked uncomfortable. “No, that wasn’t really it, but I guess that is one problem.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be surprised if she’ll even notice you, there’ll be lots of people there. Anyway, she’s very decent, she’d not expect any of us to do anything we didn’t want to do, you can be sure of that.”

“It was just…, just the clothes.”

“A bit different from smart jeans and a blouse down the local nightclub? Yes, but Lady Eleanor’s got more money than she knows what to do with. She buys stacks of this stuff. It’s all good fun, anyway, I’m sure you’ve seen women in a lot more extreme even in your local nightclub, skimpy foil shorts and bras, long clompy boots. It’s fun, and here we’re all in the same. Come on, give it a go. You might enjoy it. You liked the riding outfit.”

Karyn’s points seemed reasonable and did reassure Jane quite a bit. She might as well experiment here, where she was never likely to meet anyone who saw her, ever again, rather than feel a fool in her home town.

“Okay. What have you chosen?”

Karyn looked enthusiastic. “Probably not your usual colour, but go with it, you want to make an entrance.” She held up something in a glossy material which seemed to be mass of red criss-crossed with laces. “This is pretty figure hugging stuff, so take this and daub it on where the clothes will touch, it will help you slip into it.”

Karyn handed Jane a pot of cream that looked like a moisturiser. A little awkwardly Jane uncovered herself a piece at a time, spreading the cream on as if it was suntan lotion. As the cream sank in, it left Jane’s skin with a smooth shine, and made it tingle. Rather self-consciously she felt her breasts rising and hardening, and she tried to ignore the excitement of her pussy. The task complete, Jane slipped her robe back on and stood up.

Karyn laid the clothes on the bed. Jane hesitated.

“You can’t go down dressed like that.” Karyn said, tugging playfully at Jane’s robe. “Come on, you’ll feel great in this.”

“Okay.” Jane said, slipping off the robe. “What about underwear?”

Karyn giggled. “You won’t need any. This’ll hug you tighter than any underwear.”

Jane was reluctant but Karyn gathered up the glossy outfit and knelt down indicating that Jane was to step into it. Slowly Jane put in one foot then the other and in moments Karyn was rising, pulling the clinging rubber up Jane’s legs and in an instant, her bum and waist were coated. Jane held out her right arm and then the left and they were soon covered in the same bright red rubber. Karyn fussed around her, pulling laces and straps. Then, again kneeling, she guided Jane’s feet into the shiny ankle boots, buckling them tight, forcing Jane to rise on their high heels.

Jane felt impatient to see herself in full, but Karyn guided her to the dressing table and quickly applied make-up to Jane’s face and painted her nails. Only once all was fixed and the nail varnish dry did she let Jane stand up.

“Not quite yet.” Karyn said, handing Jane a pair of fingerless gloves, as shiny red as the rest of her clothes. Jane slipped them on.

Jane felt both excited and nervous. Her body was firmly held by shiny rubber that she could sense gripping her with ever breath she took. She ran her hands over her thighs now bright red and slippery, impossibly sexy. Finally Jane stepped up to the mirror and looked at the glossy red clothes she wore. She felt sexy as she moved, exposed, and accessible. The tight red rubber clung all around her body. The bodysuit was drawn together with straps at her firm breasts, leaving the naked cleavage between held so tightly. The rubber ran skin-tight down her body, binding her bum in its gloss and over her thighs and knees before stopping just above her calves. Below her feet wore the shiny ankle boots with their sharp heels and tight straps. Along her arms, the rubber stretched just past her elbows. Her nails emerged long and silvered from the matching fingerless gloves. Jane looked at her face, hardly recognising the woman standing there with her eyelids and lips painted a pale metallic colour.

“Right, now for me. What do you think?” Karyn said.

Jane turned to see what she was suggesting. Karyn held a long dark purple dress, with a strap only on one shoulder and a long slit to the thigh on the opposite leg.

“Looks great.” Jane responded enthusiastically. She was beginning to get into this dressing up.

Karyn, smiled, pleased. She shed her robe to reveal her naked body beneath. An oriental dragon was tattooed around her body with its tail coming to a point close to her shaven pussy, its body running across her back and over her shoulder so its tongue could lick her nipple like a cherry. Whilst Jane had often been around naked women in changing rooms, this time she felt a little apprehensive, probably because of what Karyn had said about Lady Eleanor’s sexuality which Jane was beginning to think Karyn shared, particularly with such a provocative tattoo. So, rather than feeling that she was in the presence of just another woman, Jane felt it was like standing by whilst a man she knew was attracted to her stripped off and clothed himself in something very sexy.

“Erm, I need the toilet.” Jane stuttered.

“It’s just through there.” Karyn nodded to a smaller door next to the one to the shower room.

“Okay.” Jane said, but hesitated, watching Karyn run the zip up the side of her dress sealing it into the shiny leather, her nipples obvious where the dress clung to her breasts.

Jane stood up from the bed, but for a moment did nothing else as Karyn bent over to zip up the matching knee-length boots, with sharp cone heels and platform soles. Jane had never seen a woman wear boots like that, and she wondered what it would be like to walk around in them.

“Or you could stay here and watch me dress.” Karyn glanced up quickly, grinning broadly.

“Erm, no, I have to go.” Jane said and shuffled awkwardly into the toilet, quietly sliding the bolt closed.

Once inside, Jane felt her pulse pounding. Her mind wondered what she was getting herself into, what she was willing to let happen and what she was not. She went through the motions, but realised it would be difficult to disentangle herself from the clinging bodysuit she wore.

“Come down when you’re ready.” Karyn called from outside the door.

Jane felt embarrassed that Karyn had guessed her reluctance. “I won’t be long, it’s just I’m not used to this kind of outfit.”

“Do you want me to unlace you from it?”

“Erm, no, it’s alright, I’ve got it done now. I’ll see you downstairs.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure you do.”

Jane heard Karyn leave the room. She waited a few moments, then washed her hands. She was being childish, she was a grown woman, secure in her sexuality, why should she not experiment; have some fun? Slowly she pulled back the bolt and stepped out into the bedroom, her sharp heels sinking into the deep carpet. Jane could hear sounds from downstairs. There were voices and music, and it sounded like the party was starting, though she had not heard anyone arriving. She halted, listening for a few moments, then she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror for the last time. There was no way she could hide up here, she had agreed to stay with Lady Eleanor, and she was being a perfect host. Jane walked towards the door, the high sharp heels of her boots making her strut. She opened the door and walked towards the stairs, aware of the rubber clinging to all of her body, self-conscious of the way it rippled across her as she moved, straining, releasing, squealing as it did. She walked down the stairs apprehensively. Across the entrance hall she could see the party was in full flow and nervously she strode towards it.

Jane hovered by the doorway of the party room and looked in. There were about forty women, a mixture of colours, shapes and sizes. It was like a regular party with women drinking and dancing, Lady Eleanor amongst them, her jacket discarded, just wearing shiny rose-coloured trousers and a matching waistcoat over her naked body. Jane could see Karyn talking with her, her hand idly resting on the head of a larger breasted, blonde haired woman in tight black rubber. Close by them next to another door stood a woman, at attention, dressed in a kind of catwoman outfit. Her eyes were clearly fixed on Lady Eleanor. Jane looked around the room at what the other women wore. One close by wore shiny maroon PVC boots stretching past the knee, and a matching swimsuit, which, like Jane’s own clothes, rippled as it clung to her body. She danced erotically thrusting out her hips and bum, as if she was simulating sex. Her thigh rode between the legs of another woman who wore shiny black leggings, reaching to her calves, and ankle boots. Her firm breasts were held, like Lady Eleanor’s, in a leather waistcoat, but black and polished. She was thrusting herself back and forth to the throb of the music whilst the woman in maroon caressed her bum. Elsewhere other couples were similarly riding each other to the pulsing music.

Despite preparing herself, Jane stood stunned, she did not know what to do, what Lady Eleanor had introduced her to, what she expected Jane to do, to be. Jane looked around some more. In the corner stood two women dressed from head to foot in tight shiny deep blue rubber. They looked into each other’s eyes and then began kissing passionately, their hands roaming over their rubbered bodies, fondling, stroking and finally pulling down zips over each other’s pussies allowing each to finger the other to pleasure. Jane shuddered as the reality of what she saw hit her. It was like a dream, an erotic dream, but she was not going to wake up from it.

“Jane.” Lady Eleanor called and hurried across to her, she took her by the hand and led her into the room, most of the other women did not notice.

Jane’s stomach felt tight, her throat dry as she knew it was starting; she could not escape. Lady Eleanor took her over to a blonde haired woman. The woman wore a cropped top which covered her breasts and arms in slippery black gloss. Her midriff was naked, but her bum was coated in skin tight cycling shorts equally as glossy. Beneath these she wore long patent laced up boots.

"This is Ysannis.” Lady Eleanor said. She stood with her arm around Jane’s waist.

“Hello.” Jane said shyly.

“And this is Jane, her first time.”

“Ah.”, said Ysannis smiling warmly. “I’m sure she’ll soon be one of us.”

“Most certainly, before the end of the evening.” Lady Eleanor said. “I’ll get some drinks.” Lady Eleanor disappeared into the throng.

Jane expected Ysannis to speak but instead she stepped closer and ran her hand over Jane’s breast, erect in the rubber and then down her body gently, letting it rest on Jane’s hips. Jane stood motionless. Ysannis then kissed her, pushing her tongue deep into Jane’s mouth, teasing at her. Jane shuddered; she could not suppress the deep arousal she felt and she found herself relaxing into Ysannis’s embrace. Ysannis felt it and kissed with renewed fervour, and now both her hands stroked across Jane’s slippery, gloss-bound bum.

Jane tried to stop herself responding, but Ysannis’s touch seemed enhanced by the rubber Jane wore. Ysannis’s caresses slid smoothly all over Jane’s body. All Jane could see, feel, smell, hear, touch and taste was Ysannis’s body. Tentatively she began to chase Ysannis’s tongue with her own. Then her hands closed around Ysannis’s slippery smooth bum.

“Hey, don’t keep her all to yourself.” Lady Eleanor said laughing.

Ysannis stepped back leaving Jane panting. Lady Eleanor handed Ysannis a drink, but put Jane’s down. She stood in front of her, her eyes fixed on Jane’s. Jane could not look away.

“You never would have admitted it, but I knew, this is the real you. You would not leave now even if I paid you to. You’re just like us, a rubber bound lesbian out for a good time. Yes or no?”

Jane hesitated. She could feel Lady Eleanor’s hands stroking gently up the inside of Jane’s thighs, tantalizingly close to the thin zip Jane had only just realised was all that stood between Lady Eleanor’s fingers and her naked pussy. Jane knew it was different with Lady Eleanor, Ysannis had just warmed her up. Lady Eleanor was right, Jane could not leave, she was hers.

“Yesss.” Jane sighed and wrapped her arms around Lady Eleanor and kissed her passionately. Her whole body lit up with the thrill, her focus was on this woman alone as if nothing else existed.

Jane broke breathless from the kiss. Her mind reeling with what was happening.

Lady Eleanor smiled and stroked her hand across Jane’s rubber clad bum. “There’s someone who’d like to meet you.” She looked over to the side of the room and nodded.

Jane looked in the same direction and saw a woman nod back. She was in her early thirties, about ten years older than Jane. She walked with a confident manner, helped by how she was dressed. She wore black leather from head to toe of a style that gave her a swashbuckling air. She wore a broad fronted leather jacket, almost like a flying jacket, but of far finer leather and tapering in at the waist, where a gold band ran the circumference of her body. Her arms wore gloves of butter-smooth leather which stretched beyond her elbows, and they too had the gold ring. The woman’s tight leather trousers were almost completely covered in long leather boots, widening to encompass her shapely thighs outlined in the tight leather of her trousers. Her hair was dark and expertly cut short to frame her face like a twenties movie star.

As the woman approached, Ysannis looked down until the woman lifted her face and indulged in a deep kiss. Then she turned to look at Jane.

“This is Jane.” Lady Eleanor said. “And this is Domina Millicent.”

Domina Millicent stretched out her gloved hand towards Jane who for an instant had no idea what to do. Then she reached forward to take it, but some urge stopped her from shaking it, instead she rested her lips on the smooth leather of the glove. Jane looked up at Domina Millicent’s eyes, as if seeking approval, and she tingled as the woman smiled at her. Jane released the hand and stepped back, something deep inside her telling her how to behave. Domina Millicent ran her gaze up Jane from her boots. Jane loved the attention, but then felt it was improper to be seeing it, and bowed her head as she had seen Ysannis do.

“Excellent.” Domina Millicent said. She stretched forward to run her finger down the side of Jane’s face.

Jane looked up into Domina Millicent’s deep brown eyes and was transfixed by her gaze. She knew this woman commanded loyalty and somehow she felt she too should give it to her.

“You’ll make an excellent playmate for Ysannis.” Domina Millicent said.

Suddenly a bell rang a handful of times.

“Ah, the first of this evening’s entertainments is ready.” Lady Eleanor said with apparent glee. She hurried off into the crowd, guiding them to seats around the walls or on to cushions.

“Come sit with us.” Domina Millicent said.

“Yes.” Jane managed from her befuddled brain and passively followed Domina Millicent and Ysannis to the side of the room.

Whilst Domina Millicent sat down in a beautiful antique chair, Jane found there were only cushions for herself and Ysannis, but as she lowered herself on to the large silk cushion, she felt it was right.

“Bring in Susan.” Lady Eleanor called aloud.

Suddenly a naked white woman, Jane guessed this was Susan, was led into the room by two women in plain black leather dresses. Susan had a hood over her head, which, once she was in place one of the others whipped off. The woman stood, looking confused in the middle of the floor with Lady Eleanor sitting only feet away with Karyn and others of her entourage draped on cushions around her. For a moment, Jane wished she was there with Karyn, but then that she was better here close to Ysannis.

Lady Eleanor smiled then called “Let Cherise in.”

The crowd parted to allow another woman to step through onto the floor. Cherise was black and also naked, her hair cut short at the sides and shaped firmly on top. She had a gold rope chain around her neck, and her skin shone with the oil that covered it. She smiled broadly, her eyes were intense. Jane was uncertain of what would happen next, and was surprised when Cherise grasped the Susan’s mound and began licking her face and shoulders and her breasts. Cherise stroked herself up and down Susan’s body. It was clear Susan was trying to resist the pleasurable sensation as the Cherise’s limbs and body entwined around her, encouraging her to let go and enjoy the sensations and join the dance. As Cherise fell acrobatically to her knees and began lapping at Susan’s clit, it was clear Susan could resist no longer and threw back her head thrusting her breasts and then her hips forward. She pulled the woman up to her, and soon they were in an erotic, writhing dance. Jane realised the whole scene was arousing her as she watched the two women, the mix of skins swirling in front of her as hot flesh pressed against hot flesh. Beneath her rubber, Jane knew her pussy was running wet. She did not stop to think how she had become so excited by watching two naked women cavorting as an entertainment. Had Lady Eleanor been right, and the visit here had released hidden desires within her, or was something else going on?

A little nervously Jane glanced over at Ysannis and saw that Domina Millicent was idly stroking her gloss covered shoulder as she might a cat. Something in her, liked that scene, and wished she too could be petted by a woman who would care for her and that she could serve. Woman? Serve? Those thoughts startled Jane, shaking her from her confused state. What was happening to her? Seductive thoughts in her mind said, that it was good, it was pleasurable and she ought not to deny herself these possibilities, Domina Millicent could do so much for her and it would be great to be with Ysannis.

Suddenly all around her there was applause. Jane looked back to the middle of the room. The two women had slumped into a pile on the floor. Lady Eleanor stood and walked over to them, clapping as she did. Seeing her, Cherise snapped into a kneeling position, and Lady Eleanor patted her head as if she was a bitch who had performed her tricks well. Susan moved more slowly, her body still slick with the sweat of the dance, and her pussy hair soaked with the juices that ran over it. She tried to stumble to her feet, but Lady Eleanor indicated for her to stay kneeling. Then Jane saw she had something in her hand.

“Well done Susan. Now your reward.” Lady Eleanor said and stretched forward and in seconds had locked a small rubber-coated collar to Susan’s neck.

Jane watched fascinated, as Susan’s eyes rolled in her head. She shuddered as if possessed, to the applause of the crowd around her. Jane realised Lady Eleanor had triggered a spontaneous orgasm in the woman, who was now slumping to the floor, panting and grunting in pleasure. The crowd continued cheering. As Susan recovered, Lady Eleanor signalled for silence.

“Celina, stand.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Susan replied, clambering to her feet.

Susan? Surely that was Celina, Jane’s mind was confused. As Celina stood, Jane’s confusion faded. She could see that Celina was obedient and sexy, standing there for her mistress, so different to the nervous, unknowing woman who had come into the room.

“Cherise, stand.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The two women stood in front of Lady Eleanor who kissed each in turn.

“Cherise, show Celina what it’s like to have fun in this house.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Cherise said and took Celina’s hand and led her through the cheering crowd and out of sight.

“Back to the party.” Lady Eleanor called. Already around her women were standing up from their chairs and cushions and getting drinks and snacks. “There’ll be more entertainment later.” Lady Eleanor said, but her voice was already lost in the chatter.

Jane hurried to her feet and seeing Domina Millicent occupied in kissing Ysannis, she pushed through the crowd back the way she had come. Her mind was coursing with emotions and thoughts. Part of her wanted to stay and enjoy the sensations of being amongst such a sexually charged crowd dressed so erotically, but deep in her was a worry that somehow she would soon be being tempted like Susan, to perform, to be changed into a lesbian pet. She hurried out of the room as best she could without drawing attention to herself. Jane crossed the hallway and went back to the room where she had changed. She sat on the bed, uncertain what to do next. She had no idea where her clothes or her rucksack were. She could hardly get out of here dressed as she was, and if she took other clothes to wear, she guessed Lady Eleanor could set the police on her for having stolen from the house.

Jane sat there, her hands resting in her lap. Unconsciously her fingers started stroking across the shiny rubber that held her thighs so tightly. She began to feel reassured. She guessed that Lady Eleanor would assume she was with Domina Millicent and Ysannis and would forget about her with all the hostess duties she had. If Lady Eleanor had wanted her to perform she would not have invited her as a guest, it was all make believe anyway, for over-rich lesbians seeking thrills to occupy them.

Jane walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face. Going back to the bedroom she caught sight of herself in the long mirror and strode up to it. She did look hot. If this evening had done nothing, it had shown her how good she could look and she thought about investing in some sexier outfits when she got back home.

Jane could hear the door open and saw Lady Eleanor in the mirror as she walked up behind her. Downstairs Jane had thought she was wearing leather, but as she stepped closer she could see Lady Eleanor’s clinging clothes were also of rubber. She now wore a cropped jacket over her waistcoat and tight trousers. They perfectly showed the outline of her body in a glistening dark pink shade. The rubber rippled and squealed as she strutted in her high-heeled boots. Then she cupped her hands around Jane’s glossed bum. Jane was unable to stop herself moaning at the sensation.

Jane turned slowly to face Lady Eleanor. As she moved the rubber she wore rippled and squealed at every slight adjustment. Jane could not believe how erotic she had become, every moment she realised that it was truly herself she felt more aroused and her body more accustomed to the change.

“You’re too good to lose.” Lady Eleanor said, almost in a whisper. “Millicent and especially Ysannis want you too much. Millicent’s an old friend of mine, we share the same tastes, and I promised her that she wouldn’t leave here without you.”

Jane did not know what to say. Lady Eleanor’s presence was intense, and her words seem to have a weight that Jane could not resist, choices that she could not alter.

“Become Millicent’s pet.” Lady Eleanor said.

To Jane that seemed to now make perfect sense, that she should become the possession of Domina Millicent, dressed and behaving so erotically, experiencing the pleasure that she had seen in Ysannis.

Whatever Jane was thinking Lady Eleanor had already decided what Jane would now become so denying Jane any choice of her future. Lady Eleanor suddenly reached forward and locked a black collar around Jane’s neck. As it clicked shut, Jane knew that it just like the one Susan had been given. In an instant Jane could sense erotic thoughts, images, feelings running into her. Feebly she tried to pull the collar off, but Jane found could not get it free and as Lady Eleanor’s fingers stroked the keys of the small electronic pad she now held, Jane’s urge to remove it faded. Instead her hands dropped from her neck to cup her breasts held in the rubber. As the orgasm began welling within her, Jane’s personality was flushed from her mind. In its place came a new identity, that of Ana, the woman she was becoming. Ana loved the erotic clothes she wore, Ana was aroused only by women, Ana loved serving her mistress, Domina Millicent, Ana loved playing with her fellow sex-slave, Ysannis. These were the central things to Ana’s life. Ana was nothing more than a human sex-toy and she was Ana.

Ana slumped back on the bed as the orgasm coursed through her. She moaned loudly as her body shuddered, writhing in the erotic red rubber that held it; dressed, excited at the will of her enslaver on behalf of her mistress who she loved so deeply. A flash of white filled her vision and Ana passed out.

****

Ana awoke, scenting Ysannis in the bed beside her. Playfully she licked Ysannis’s warm, soft shoulder. It had been a great party. She loved coming to Lady Eleanor’s parties, seeing other mistresses and slaves just like Ysannis and herself. Ysannis turned to face her and the two women kissed each other delightfully slowly until the alarm sounded and they knew their pleasure had to yield to the desires of their mistress. Beside the large bed were laid out two black leather dresses and matching thigh boots. Ana remembered that she and Ysannis were the same size and as she slipped into the snug leather dress and zipped it up just far enough to hold in her firm breasts, she delighted in the fact that they would be dressed to match. In moments, Ysannis was matching her and soon the two of them were pulling on the long boots and rising on their sharp heels. They looked each other up and down then locked in a kiss, tingling with the delight that their mistress dressed them so sexily and had them to serve her.

Ana followed Ysannis downstairs and along to a room where Domina Millicent sat with Lady Eleanor on a long sofa, eating breakfast.

“Ana, Ysannis, my darlings.” Domina Millicent called.

Millicent’s two pets hurried to her and fell to the floor so that they could kiss the tip of the point PVC over-the-knee boots she wore today. She reached out with her hands, dressed in long leather armlets, hooked over the middle fingers of each hand and stroked their heads. The two slaves looked up adoringly at their mistress, admiring the PVC coated corset she wore, she looked so elegant in black, her sexual power both held in and exposed at one time.

“Breakfast, my dears.” Domina Millicent gestured to the bowls on the floor.

Both Ana and Ysannis crawled on all fours to the bowls and putting a hand either side of their food lapped up the nutritious milk and cereal whilst their mistress could not resist stroking their smooth bums, barely covered by the tight smooth leather they both wore. Their meals complete, both slaves resumed their place at the foot of their mistress and sat gazing vacantly at her as she talked with Lady Eleanor of matters that were of no concern to them.

Time passed quickly and soon Domina Millicent was clipping their leashes to their collars. Ana felt a powerful sensation run through her and wondered why being leashed still excited her so much, but delighted that a simple gesture from her mistress could bring her such pleasure. Lady Eleanor took Domina Millicent to the main door, her pets led by their leashes, strutted on their high heels, their bodies swaying sexily in the leather than held them as they did.

At the door the two ladies kissed, then Lady Eleanor turned to Ana, running her hand over her leather covered bum.

“Ana, it was great that you came here, and I’m glad you stayed. I trust you will see you here again.”

“My Mistress permitting.” Ana looked over at Domina Millicent who smiled softly and nodded.

“Just what I dreamt of hearing from the moment I saw you. I know you can’t be anything but an excellent pet for your mistress, so I’m sure you’ll be rewarded with another visit.” Lady Eleanor said, a clear look of pleasure and satisfaction showing on her face.

Lady Eleanor gently pinched each of Ana’s leathered nipples in turn then patted her bum playfully. “Now off with you, I’ve got a lot of tidying up to do.”

Ana strode beside Ysannis down the front steps of the big house. A large vehicle with tinted windows stood waiting. As she walked down the steps, Ana thought she heard voices and glanced across the field where the jumps for the horse riding had been set up. Along the perimeter fence she could see two young women walking with their rucksacks on their backs. They were pointing towards Lady Eleanor’s house. For an instant Ana thought there was something she should do. Then glancing ahead of her, she realised it was to follow Ysannis into the car, and to make herself comfortable among the shiny cushions that filled the floor at her mistress’s feet. Ana stepped inside and lowered herself to the floor. The door was closed and the engine started and in moments she was being driven away from Lady Eleanor’s.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 6 - Chain Store

2011-10-07T17:00:00.000-07:00

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 6: Chain Store

Julie could not stand any more of the crowds on the busy road. She stepped into a quiet side street. She felt a bit dissatisfied in her search through the January sales. None of the clothes she had seen had caught her interest and she was beginning to think of going home. She walked aimlessly down the side road. A short way off, a taxi pulled up. A woman in a dark grey business suit got out and stood on the pavement.

Julie looked at her, wondering why she just stood there, but moments later another woman stepped out, dressed completely differently. Her hair was blonde and cut short and sharply. She was dressed from head-to-toe in shiny black leather. Her cropped jacket was zipped up over her large breasts and her bum was a smooth leather-coated hemisphere. As the two women walked up a narrower street, that seemed little more than a wide alley, Julie watched in fascination. It appeared the leathered woman was almost leading the businesswoman, who had seemed distant, almost entranced.

As they turned the corner Julie saw something drop from the businesswoman’s pocket. Barely thinking, Julie hurried over to pick it up. It was a pair of leather gloves. Julie was sure the woman would want them back. She turned into the narrow road, but the two women had disappeared from sight. They must have gone into one of the few doors on this street. Julie walked along it trying to guess which one she should try. Her thoughts of shopping had gone from her mind, she was keen to find the businesswoman, she could not admit that she was also eager to see her leathered companion, her boss maybe?

Julie came to a small shop. She wondered what business it could be in such a hidden away street. The outside was painted all shiny black. Over the main window written in gold it read ‘Lady Eleanor’s’. Julie was intrigued. She walked over and looked into the small shop window. It contained a number of black and white photographs. They all showed women, scantily clad or dressed in clinging, shiny clothes. Julie blushed as she realised the shop must sell erotica, not tacky sex objects, but still, something for the broad-minded. She recognised a blonde-haired woman in a couple of the shots, she was the one Julie had seen, this must be where she had come. Without thinking more, Julie pushed the door open and stepped into the shop. Inside was brightly lit, larger than it appeared from the outside.

It seemed to be like a small gallery with life-sized sculptures resembling the photographs outside. Mannequins dressed in a range of rubber clothes stood around the walls like sentries. The centre of the room had a display of two women clad fully in rubber, only their eyes and lips showing from behind encasing black rubber masks. The one standing was thrusting a large strap-on dildo into the pussy of another on all fours. In the corner was a chair similarly made of two women, one standing locked by a two-ended dildo into the other who was kneeling. The kneeling woman was curved over, her arms stretched to the floor, her midriff forming the seat of the chair.

Julie felt she should be shocked, but she was more intrigued. She had seen odd modern art sculptures before, but usually aimed at gay men, what was different about these, were that they were wholly female. However, there was still something of a power relationship about the exhibits, and she was sure that was what made her tingle. Julie felt the peculiar urge to join these exhibits. Towards the back of the shop hung rails of rubber clothing, not just black but red, chocolate brown and other bright and dark shades. In her mind came the message that she should ease herself into a catsuit, long boots and a mask and become like the mannequins.

Sat behind a stripped wood counter sat the blonde, leather-clad woman Julie had seen in the street. She was watching Julie but said nothing, as if measuring up her reason for being there.

“Erm, ah, I found these gloves.” Julie stuttered as she stepped up to the counter. “The, er, woman you were with, the one in the grey suit, she dropped them.”

“Thank you, er...” The woman said, standing to take the gloves.

“Julie, call me Julie.”

“I’m Ellie, the Lady Eleanor of the shop name.” She smiled.

Julie felt relaxed by Ellie’s response.

“I’ll give the gloves to Kara, she’s currently being changed out the back, so it’s best not to disturb her for the moment, until she’s finished.”

“Right.” Julie thought briefly about Ellie’s words, Julie herself would have said ‘getting changed‘, but then again, she guessed Kara was a wealthy businesswoman, into this sort of thing, here to buy some complex rubber gear and it might need someone to help her get into it.

“So, this is all yours?” Julie asked, curiously reluctant to leave. She felt pleased she had discovered this secret place.

“Yes, do you like it?”

“It’s different. It’s a gallery?”

“Kind of, it’s also a shop and a performance space.”

Julie did not know what to say next.

“Would you like to try something on?” Ellie asked. “We‘re always looking for new models. We have a show next week for customers.”

Julie blushed heavily. The sense that she could actually dress like this, excited her more than she had realised, a hungry sensation shot through her, but she felt too embarrassed to admit it. “Erm, no, I think I’d better be getting on.”

“Okay, thanks for dropping the gloves off. We’d have missed those. They’re a lovely pair.”

“Do you know where Kara got them from?”

“Yes, I shop there too.” Ellie said walking around to the front of the counter. “As you might have noticed.” She said, gesturing to her leathers. “You’ll find the shop, Ashtan’s, not far from here.” She took a business card from the counter and handed it to Julie. “Here’s their details if you’re interested. Tell them Lady Eleanor sent you.”

“Right.” Julie took the card and again felt a tingle. She wondered what it would be to wear leather clothes like those. Maybe, she told herself that that was what she had been looking for, something sexy and different.

“Here, take this too. It’s one of our most popular items, a little thank you from Kara for returning her gloves.”

Julie took the small, velvet covered box. It was thin and about the size of her palm. “Oh, it was nothing.”

“Take it anyway, a gift from me. To a prospective customer?”

Julie laughed nervously. “Maybe.”

“You’ll be back, Julie, don’t worry.”

Julie put the box into her jacket pocket. “Thanks. I’ll try Ashtan’s. Bye.”

“See you soon.” Lady Eleanor said as Julie walked to the door.

Julie opened the door and walked out on to the pavement. She turned to close the door behind her, as she did she caught the glimpse of a woman walking from the back, dressed in skin-tight rubber, a mask covering her features, just like the statues. Lady Eleanor was turned to see her come in. In that instant Julie felt the woman was the height of the businesswoman, Kara, and guessed that was what she had been changing into. The door swung closed and Julie just faced its blank, black woodwork.

Julie hesitated for a moment, then stepped away as if she had snapped out of a trance. She walked to the end of the narrow street. She looked back down it, but the curve of the buildings must have prevented her from seeing ‘Lady Eleanor’s’ from where she stood.

Julie felt very much on edge, she knew that she had to go and buy some sexy clothes to satiate the feeling. She realised how turned on she had felt seeing the way Ellie was dressed all in leather and knew she could not let herself leave the city without trying to replicate her outfit. She took out the card for Ashtan’s and headed in that direction.

Julie walked into a shop packed from floor to ceiling with leather clothes, moving from the standard leather jackets at the front, through the leather skirts and trousers to the leather corsets and bustiers and then the long boots with sharp heels. The room was heavy with the aroma of leather which somehow made Julie feel safe but sexy too. She realised that this was the kind of thing she was looking for and that her body would not let her leave until she was clad in a sexy leather outfit.

A young Asian woman stepped up as Julie entered. She was dressed in a leather corset that thrust up her breasts and shiny leather jeans than ran into knee-length boots with a sharp heel. The woman smiled warmly and Julie felt reassured.

“I’m looking for something in leather, erm an outfit in leather. Erm, well, I guess you know that.”

“Yes, Julie.”

“Whoah, you know my name?”

“Of course, Lady Eleanor telephoned to say you were coming in, many of her customers come here; she does herself.”

“Erm, I’m not one of her customers.”

“No worries, you can still become one of ours though.” The woman repeated the smile then turned to the hangers. She pulled down a top in a smooth shiny leather.

“Erm, I was just thinking of a jacket or something.”

“No you weren’t, you said you wanted an outfit in leather, a jacket is only part of that, the last part.”

“Oh right.” Julie was slightly bewildered by the woman’s firm sales technique, but decided to go with it. She had to admit that walking here she had had a few pictures in her mind of wearing all kinds of leather clothes.

Julie took the top from the assistant. She had to admit that the leather felt delightful. The woman was already taking down some trousers and then even a pair of leather panties.

“I couldn’t wear them.”

“Nonsense, once you’ve tried them on, you’ll not want to take them off.” The assistant said gesturing to the changing cubicle. “Unless you want to change out here.” She smirked.

Julie hesitated but took the other leathers and walked into the cubicle, pulling the curtain closed behind her. Hesitantly she slipped off her rather smart jacket and blouse then slowly wrapped the strapless top around her. It was very tight and she stopped, walking out of the cubicle to the attendant who had already laid out a leather jacket and a pair of long boots.

“Yes?” The assistant asked.

“This is the wrong size.”

“No, it’s perfect, you’re not trying hard enough. You can’t wear a bra with that.” She hurried over and had released Julie’s bra, letting it fall to the floor before she could do anything about it. The assistant pulled the top quickly around Julie’s midriff and breasts, thrusting up her cleavage as she zipped it up the back sealing Julie into the tight shiny leather. Julie gasped as the pleasurable sensation of the leather pressed so tightly on her naked breasts, their rapidly hardening nipples, soon pressing hard against the bustier. Julie felt dazed, but part of her was hungry to feel the similar sensation over her pussy. She hurried back into the changing room and shed her shoes and jeans. Less self-conscious now, her panties were soon off and in place were the leather ones which fitted snugly.

For the first time Julie noticed the thin zip over her pussy, giving easy access through the cream-soft tight black leather to her sex. She held back from fingering herself and turned to the trousers. These were as smooth as her top, with no pockets to mar the lines and seams kept to a minimum. At first she did not believe she could squeeze into them, but the give of the leather as it warmed to her body, meant that quickly she was sliding the leather up her thighs, giving them a sheer smooth black second skin and moments later her bum was cupped by the tight leather. Julie closed the trousers with the popper at the top and then the ones that stood in for a fly. She could not stop herself running her hands over the smooth leather, which clung so tightly to her. Julie looked in the mirror to see that the woman who had entered dressed in a jacket and jeans and now wore the smoothest leather all over.

Julie stepped out from the cubicle and the assistant smiled.

“There you are, weren’t those the right choices? You love those clothes, and now we can finish it off. In a few minutes you will be striding out of here a real leatherwoman.”

“Yes.” Julie said weakly, but she knew the assistant was right and she was eager to slip into the jacket and the long boots.

The assistant handed Julie the jacket. It was short and tight, not reaching below her waist, so that her perfect bum was visible in all its black leathered glory. Then the assistant passed over the boots and Julie again hesitated. The jacket, the trousers, even the top were like things she had worn, just now they were in leather, but high-heeled boots stretching passed her knee were a different matter. Slowly she slipped her foot into one boot and before she could delay the assistant was on her knees sliding the zip shut, closing Julie’s legs in more leather, tight up her calves and widening over her knee. Then she quickly presented the second boot and Julie found it so easy to put her foot in and let the assistant slide the zip closed, completing Julie’s transformation. Hesitantly Julie began to walk, unaccustomed to the high-heels but quickly coming to delight in sensation of them. Every move Julie made, the leather rippled and gently creaked around her. The rich aroma filled her nostrils. Julie stopped in front of the mirror seeing how different she now looked, how easy it had been to change into the kind of woman she was now. She had certainly found what she was looking for. She handed over her credit card with no thought to the cost of the clothes, there was no way she could not leave unless she was dressed like this.

Minutes later Julie walked out of the shop, having forgotten the clothes she had entered wearing. She walked along the street, strutting in her high-heels loving the looks she got from men and women alike. She found it difficult to remember why she was in town and increasingly realised that she was feeling horny. Without thinking she stepped into a sex shop, passing round the dark baffle to find herself in one of those modern stores, all chrome and multiple levels. She had no idea what she was looking for, but found herself drawn to the rows of vibrators. She flicked passed the ones in pink and other bright colours, lighting on one straight, black and shiny. This was what she wanted, and her pussy rewarded her with a twinge of pleasure. Julie was glad she wore her leather panties, knowing that by now cloth ones would be sodden with her juices. She wandered idly to the DVDs, but none of the titles seemed to attract her, until her eye came on ‘Latex Queen’. Without reading the description she sensed that this one would give her pleasure. She took it to the counter and whilst she waited found herself scissoring her thighs so the leather ran smoothly across and back, giving her both a delightful sound and sensation. When her turn came she handed over the DVD.

“There’s a two-for-one offer on those: lesbian fetish.”

“Oh.” Julie replied, a part of her wondering what she had got herself into buying.

“There’s ‘Latex Queen 2’ here if you like.” The young woman stretched to reach another from the new releases shelf.

“Sounds good.”

Julie paid and took her change.

“Nice leathers.” The woman said.

“Thanks.” Julie replied automatically, but was again was rewarded by a burst of pleasure. She certainly felt good and was eager to get home and exploit the sensation.

****

Julie slumped back on the sofa. Her legs, still wearing their skin-tight trousers and long boots were stretched out in front of her as the second DVD came to an end. Julie’s head buzzed. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had had that afternoon. She had never watched much pornography before, but the story of a young female journalist becoming a latex wearing sex-slave of a rich mistress, and its sequel in which a woman detective investigating the journalist’s disappearance was similarly enslaved, had tapped deep into lusts within Julie that she had no idea had existed. Clearly the encounter with Lady Eleanor had opened the locked doors to her real sexuality and Julie had begun to re-assess what really turned her on. Lying here dressed in the tightest leathers getting off on watching a woman submit sexually to another woman made her feel better than she had done in ages.

Julie’s thoughts began spiralling as began to remember the images she had seen in Lady Eleanor’s shop, now they seemed to make sense, now they were exciting and she felt a tingle every time she remembered another. Slowly she could imagine herself going there, dressed as she was now. She felt pleased that she could be a woman that sexually mature that she could explore these aspects of herself and her tastes. She felt keen to be approved, to be accepted as the sophisticated woman, unashamed to wear sexy clothes and savour a range of different pleasures. Suddenly she remembered the present she had been given at Lady Eleanor’s. Had she left it in her old clothes? She scrabbled in her shoulder bag and was relieved to find the slim velvet box. She popped it open to find a shiny ring of black rubber coating a hard metal. It was wide enough to be a bracelet and she slipped it on to her wrist. Initially she felt a tingle, but that faded and something told her that was not the right place to wear it. Then she remembered the DVDs, the collars that the Latex Queen’s slaves had worn. No doubt this was Lady Eleanor’s version of those. Julie felt a little panic, had Lady Eleanor been saying she wanted to enslave Julie? Had she seen something in the shop she should not have done? Did Lady Eleanor just want to add her to her harem?

Julie shook her head and tossed the thing aside. Those were just some kind of fantasy. It had to just be a marketing gimmick for the shop, or maybe Lady Eleanor had just been grateful. Then Julie felt uneasy that she could have had such fantasies. These went beyond simply strutting around in shiny clothes to issues of domination and control. Suddenly Julie felt dirty and angry, she stripped off her leather jacket and awkwardly shed her boots. She snatched the two DVDs and took them to the waste bin and tossed them in. In minutes she had taken off all the leathers and they were shoved at the back of her wardrobe. She felt uneasy looking at them, but they were too expensive to simply throw away. It would be a waste. She could give them to a charity or something, if she had truly to be rid of them, but for now they could sit out of sight and out of mind.

****

A month had passed since Julie had come across Lady Eleanor’s shop and since she had decided to have nothing to do with the lifestyle that it had seemed to be leading her into. Whilst she had fought back against the desires, she had not always been victorious. Today, as had been the case for the previous two weeks, both the bra and panties she wore were of soft leather. She blamed the lingerie and sex toy shops which had appeared in the high street, it was all too easy to buy soft and sexy underwear in black leather, red leather, rubber too. Julie had barely noticed how little of her underwear was now of cloth, though few of her colleagues would guess that beneath her suit she wore leather underwear with zips for rapid access. Saying that she had started to wear her short leather jacket to work, first just over, then replacing her suit jacket and yesterday, being Friday she had paired it with those leather trousers and the outfit had won her compliments from both male and female colleagues.

This morning as she slouched around the house just in her underwear she sat on something on the sofa. She pulled it from beneath her and found it was the collar she had left there weeks before. She ran its smooth rubber through her fingers and then on a whim placed it at her neck. The whole gesture, the whole thought of it excited her and there was nothing to do but click it closed. As she did, Julie’s body was rocked with an unexpected orgasm and she could do nothing but play with her soaking pussy and tease her nipples clad in their smooth leather in order to provoke another. Julie lost any sense of time, but finally spent, she had a burning purpose in her and headed directly to her bedroom. In minutes she had slid into her tight leather trousers and top and was sat down to ease her legs into the long boots. Tossing the leather jacket on, Julie hurried from the house. She felt conflicting emotions: pleasure, defiance, compliance, power, but she knew she could only resolve it by facing Lady Eleanor.

****

Julie strode up the short side road to Lady Eleanor’s shop. It was as she had remembered it. She pushed the door, half expecting it to be closed, but in moments she stepped into the dark shop, the pictures and displays meaning a lot more to her now than they had done a month before, and she avoided looking at them, worried that she would not have the strength to not be aroused by them. She had managed to discard her leathers and leave them at home, but it had proven impossible to get the collar off and she had let her indignation at that drive her through.

“Eleanor.” Julie called firmly towards the back of the shop.

Lady Eleanor emerged dressed almost the same as Julie had been earlier. Seeing Julie, her smile quickly faded.

“What have you done to me?” Julie snapped.

“What? Don’t you enjoy exploring your sexuality?”

“Yes.” Julie conceded. “But what was I becoming? Some kind of lesbian pet for you?”

“For yourself as well. Don’t you think you look really good in those leathers?”

“Yes, but that is me, me as a sexually-aware woman.”

“But you didn’t wear them here.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I was worried...”

“Worried about what?”

“That I would give in, let myself become what you want me to be.”

“What’s wrong with that? I thought you would make a loyal lieutenant. Someone who could manage the shop for me. Wouldn’t you like to be involved with the scene?”

“Loyal lieutenant? I think you wanted to subjugate me.”

“If I wanted that, I would have done it by now.”

“Ah, but I fought back, I am stronger than that. A strong woman can resist you.”

“You believe that? Let me show you what a strong woman can so easily become.” Lady Eleanor said, walking into the main part of the shop, heading almost defiantly towards Julie before coming to a halt.

“154, step forward.” Lady Eleanor commanded.

Julie noticed movement in the corner of the shop. One of the mannequins seemed to be coming to life. As it stepped forward, Julie looked over it. Like the others, it wore a skin-tight rubber catsuit and matching thigh-length boots, with high-sharp heels. Its breasts were large, straining against the rubber. Its face was hidden beneath a tight rubber mask, with only slits for its eyes and mouth. The eyes opened. Julie realised that this was no plastic model, but an actual woman. Julie watched with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as the nameless woman walked forward. Her body seemed so accentuated by the glossy rubber she wore, every step she took was lithe and feline. She stopped in front of Julie.

“154, remove you mask.”

Julie could only watch as the rubber-covered woman reached up and pulled off her mask. She gasped as the face of Kara, the woman she had seen in the grey suit was exposed. She was completely bald, and her eyes had a vacant look, but her appearance was alluring, indicating her mind was now filled with thoughts of sex.

“I think you recognise my former accountant.” Lady Eleanor said, smiling. “154, state who and what you are.”

“i am 154, your sex toy, Mistress.” The rubbered woman said vacantly, but Julie could tell that she believed it sincerely.

Lady Eleanor turned to Julie and said. “That is your future, 155.”

“What? 155? What do you mean?”

“It’s what I do here, make rubber dolls for export. This is my latest, 154, her commodity number. You will be 155, until your new owner decides on a name.” Lady Eleanor explained as she walked over to the counter.

“I don’t want to be a ‘rubber doll’, have an owner, a commodity number.”

“Don’t worry, you soon will.” Lady Eleanor began typing something quickly into the computer. “That collar you still wear, the one that brought you here, is fitted with neural transmitters programmed to shape you into what I dreamt of you as: my servant, my lover, loyal and obedient. However, it is clear now that you wouldn’t accept that, so I’ll simply change the program and you’ll become 155, your identity entirely erased, you will be totally obedient, simply a rubber-coated sex toy for whoever buys you.”

Julie was going to laugh, to shout, to protest, to run from the shop, but she felt her mind rapidly filling with new thoughts. There was no need to leave, in fact, she had to stay and become what Lady Eleanor wanted her to be. Julie looked at 154 in front of her, how shiny and clinging the rubber was she wore. She began to think how exciting it would be to be dressed just the same, to have her naked body coated all over in the slippery rubber. She watched as 154 eased her mask back on and she wanted one too, to be able to erase her identity, to become nothing more than a sex toy, for whoever her mistress wanted to sell her to. She looked away from 154 and began walking to her mistress.

“Mistress, i am dressed wrongly.” The words came from somewhere deep within her.

“Who are you?”

“i am 155.” She realised that was what she now thought of herself as.

“Good. 155, follow me, we’ll get you into more appropriate clothes.”

155 walked behind her mistress into a brightly-lit room at the back of the shop. There were rows of hangers holding shiny black rubber clothes. 155 looked at them eagerly, keen to ease her body into clinging rubber to show her mistress how obedient, how erotic she was. 155 discarded her clothes quickly, dropping them to the floor followed by her underwear. Lady Eleanor rubbed her all over with a kind of oil and quickly any of the hair that had covered 155’s body dissolved. Pleased, Lady Eleanor ran her fingers through 155’s hair and likewise she was soon bald. 155 liked how smooth her skin now was, and she knew it was ready for the rubber which would clad it. Every step took her closer to resembling 154 who she so envied. 155 grunted with pleasure as her mistress held up a rubber catsuit, and 155 walked quickly to her. She felt a great sense of satisfaction and excitement as she took the rubber and began easing her legs into it. In moments it was coating her bum, turning it into a glossy hemisphere. She slipped her now slippery legs into the thigh length boots and rose on the sharp heels. Every step 155 took to confirm her bondage made her tingle with pleasure, the way she was dressing was so right for what she was now, a toy of her mistress. 155 took the long shiny black gloves and eased them on. The only part of her now not covered in the lovely, snug, teasing rubber, was her face. 155 shook with pleasure as Lady Eleanor picked up the rubber mask. She handed it to 155, who eagerly pulled it on, loving the smell of the rubber as it shaped to her face, ecstatic as her identity was erased and she truly became nothing but a sex toy.

“Excellent.” Lady Eleanor said and stood aside so that 155 could see itself in the mirror.

155’s eyes ran over the glistening shapely form of the reflection of the toy it saw before it, loving the whole appearance, satisfied that it could serve its mistress so well.

“Follow.”

155 followed its mistress back into the shop.

“154, the two-ended vibrator.” Lady Eleanor ordered simply as 155 stood waiting for its commands.

154 took a two-ended black rubber coated vibrator from the shelf and started both ends buzzing. It lowered the zip over its pussy and inserted one end into it. The other end of vibrator was buzzing ready.

“155 make yourself accessible.”

155 obeyed without thought and slid down the zip over its own pussy.

“154, fuck 155.”

154 stepped forward locking its arms around its fellow toy, forcing its tongue out from between rubber coated lips and thrusting the vibrator towards 155’s juicy sex. As the buzzing dildo penetrated her and 154’s tongue probed deep into her mouth. 155’s mistress called “Freeze.”

155’s body locked in position, despite the sensation that was coursing through it. The pleasure seemed endless as hours passed with 155 entwined with 154 as just another erotic exhibit in Lady Eleanor’s shop. Only once night had fallen, did their mistress order them to stand apart and 155 stepped back, its sex-ravaged body allowed release as it followed its mistress to the toys’ machine at the back of the shop. 155 was strapped in and nozzles attached. In a further hour 155 was fed and flushed in position before it was allowed to return to the shop and into a slot, held in place, on display, sleeping until its mistress needed it again.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor: Part 7 - Friends and Visitors

2011-10-07T16:00:00.000-07:00

This additional chapter was written as a thank you to Bad Penny, a woman and fetish authoress full of lovely ideas and a heartening supporter of my writing. To see the stroy to its fullest you have to have read the preceding chapters which detail much more about the backgrounds of the women featured here and how they came to be as they are.

The Chronicles of Lady Eleanor

By Tang.

Part 7 - Friends and Visitors

Domina Millicent’s big people carrier swept up the drive in front of the large mansion. Excitedly, Ana tugged against her leash so that she could look out through the heavily-tinted window to see the house. She did not know what it was about this place that made her tingle. She knew she had only come here once before, but she did remember that that had been for a great party. Ysannis and herself had spent half the night curled up in their basket at the foot of Mistress’s bed whispering about what they might see at Lady Eleanor’s this time, until Mistress had commanded them to put their pierced tongues to better use each lapping one of her nipples until she faded into sleep. Ana felt a tug on her leash and knew she was being disobedient, she held on for a moment more until she felt a slap of Mistress’s paddle lash against her bum and she let herself subside back to the floor of the car where she habitually travelled.

Beside Ana lay Ysannis and as they caught each other’s eyes they lent in to indulge in a deep kiss, their expertly trained tongues spiralling around in each other’s mouth, their tongue studs clicking in their own kind of music. Ana felt she had loved Ysannis for ever, and she hated to be parted from her, but this love was nothing beside the all-embracing, burning love she felt for Mistress which cast any other feelings into the shade. She could not think of her life before Mistress, and increasingly wondered if there had ever been any. However, she dismissed such thoughts they were not the concern of a pet like herself. Daily Ana felt the urge to prove how obedient she could be to Mistress.

The large car had come to a halt and a few moments later Tilly opened the door. Mistress’s chauffeuse was dressed in her pristine uniform of glistening black rubber. As she crawled to the door and then slid out of the car, Ana’s eyes ran from Tilly’s pointed knee-length boots across the jodhpur-like trousers to the double-breasted jacket, its silver buttons as shiny as the rubber behind them. The gloves and the peaked cap, both of the same light-catching black, completed her uniform. Whilst Ana always admired Tilly, she was also sad for her, she did not get to serve Mistress as closely, and as she put her feet on to the gravel, she thought how neither did Tilly get to wear the delicious clothes that Ana and Ysannis did. Ana focused on her boots. They were patent, today a cobalt blue to match the rest of her outfit. Ana remembered vaguely a short while ago when she had felt the real desire to wear ballet boots the way that Ysannis did.

Mistress had been so generous in obliging Ana, giving her a whole set, of differing lengths, and Ana had delighted to slide and padlock her feet into them, learning how to move graciously in them from Mistress’s patient directions. This pair reached up past her ankle, and both were buckled tightly, with the small silver padlocks preventing her from removing them, not that she had any desire to. Now Ana loved her feet pointing almost vertically down, her calves taut as a result, as she walked with small steps in this footwear which made her such as sleek pet for her Mistress. Today, like Ysannis, though her outfit was silver, Ana’s steps were further constrained by the latex pencil skirt she wore, with the zip that ran from top to bottom, closed to its fullest extent by Mistress just an hour before. She ran her hands across the shiny rubber, so taut between her thighs. Feeling a little naughty, Ana tweaked her left nipple, prominent in the equally tight, short sleeved top she wore, also zipped closed and tight by Mistress. It too was cobalt blue latex polished to a brilliant shine. It hugged Ana’s toned body, and was scooped so that her lovely cleavage was on display, with her breasts as aroused as usual, straining against the rubber that just held them.

Now Ysannis was beside Ana, standing in a matching silver outfit. Her hair was cut short just like Ana’s, styled at great expense with the hint of something sexy where it was slightly shaved up the back. The two pets stood close together facing the house, feeling their Mistress’s movements partially transmitted through motion of their leashes. Today Mistress held a single leash which then divided like a ‘y’ to run to each of her beloved pets’ collars. Mistress stepped from the car. For this trip her usual long leather boots had given way to shiny black shoes with thick platforms and wicked cone heels. Above she wore a jet black latex cheongsam clinging tight to her, showing off every part of her shapely body. She had let her hair grow longer than usual and today it was dyed a deep red and was held in place by crossed slender black chopsticks.

For an instant, as she sometimes did in her dreams, Ana had a sense that she had a different perception of this house. As always when such thoughts came when she was awake, Ana touched her lovely collar and again knew that life with Mistress was the only truth. Anything else was idle speculation and if it crept into her mind then she was neglecting her service of Mistress. Reassured, focusing on Mistress, Ana stood patiently. While her mind may occasionally wander she had no thought of doing anything until Mistress commanded, but within moments she and Ysannis were tottering on their ballet boots behind their owner, led by their leash, loving the caress of the rubber which held their naked bodies tight so provoking such arousal. At the door, Ana recognised Layla, Lady Eleanor’s maid. She wore her familiar rubber mini-dress but today it was a bronze shade with a crimson apron, and her boots were spectacularly zebra-striped in the same bronze and crimson. Layla bowed her head as Domina Millicent approached then gracefully lowered herself to kiss the mistress’s shoe. Deftly she rose to her feet, clearly practiced at welcoming owners to the house.

“Domina, my Mistress awaits you within.” Layla said standing to one side and gesturing with her hand.

As she walked by her, Domina Millicent trailed her fingers over Layla’s breasts, so hard and erect that they looked as if they would soon burst from their luscious latex dress. Ana followed Mistress through the grand hallway and into the room Ana remembered from the party. Glancing round the room she recognised some of the slaves, particularly Celina who she was sure she had witnessed being given the pleasure of entering Lady Eleanor’s service.

Lady Eleanor rose from her black throne-like chair. Ana’s curiosity was struck by it as it seemed to be slightly moving. Whilst Lady Eleanor kissed and chatted with Mistress, Ana edged a little closer to get a better look. As she did she realised that the chair was made of two women. Both were clad from head to foot in skin tight black rubber. The base of the chair was a kneeling woman with her back arched and her arms resting on the floor, and her firm breasts acted as cushions. Her face was entirely covered except for two small nostril holes and a hole for her mouth. Yet her mouth was filled with a large black dildo which came out from the back of chair which was another woman dressed the same, though even her mouth was covered. The chair slightly quivered as each woman breathed in and out and Ana wondered what pleasurable sensations that would give to Lady Eleanor as she sat there. Ana knew without question that the slaves would be enjoying being so used. Both the women wore collars from which hung small tags, the base simply had the number 155 and the back, 162. Ana felt a shudder of excitement as she thought on what it would be like to have her identity so stripped away that she became a featureless sexual object known only by its number.

As Mistress walked over to the chair, Ana was compelled by her leash to follow. Mistress stroked idly at the chair’s base, unzipping it at the crotch to expose the naked flesh beneath. Released, a pool of juice dripped from the bare pussy and between the teeth of the open zip to the floor. Mistress smiled approvingly and petted the firm breasts that formed the cushion and was rewarded by seeing the pulsing of the chair’s base increase as the breaths of the slave within turned to panting.

“Would you like such a chair Millicent?” Lady Eleanor asked.

Domina Millicent simply turned and grinned broadly.

“I’ll have one sent from the store.” Lady Eleanor said. “They’re easy to transport and so adaptable.”

Mistress and Lady Eleanor talked amongst themselves but the conversation was of no concern to Ana. Eventually she followed with Ysannis to lounge on silk cushions on the floor whilst Mistress sat in one of Lady Eleanor’s antique chairs. Mistress lashed the leash to the chair arm, but even then could not leave it alone entirely, and her fingers’ flicking on it was transmitted periodically as a gentle tug on Ana’s collar, the item she was always most proud to wear and be reminded that she wore. Ana gazed round the room vacantly, her pussy quivering as she wondered if she would get to play with the other pets there. There were a three other mistresses, ones that Ana vaguely remembered from the party, two with a single sleek female pet at their feet, the last, a large breasted woman in chocolate brown rubber, had both a man and a woman dressed simply in loin clothes with their pierced nipples on show, kneeling either side of her chair.

Ana could hear Lady Eleanor saying something, but none of it really sunk in, she was enjoying being here at the foot of Mistress with her fellow pet beside her. Ana was so pleased that Mistress had chosen her, dressed her in such lovely sexy clothes, made all decisions for her and kept Ana such a delicious erotic toy for her use.

Then Ana heard footsteps and the clinking of light chains. She looked up to see the delightful Kat, Lady Eleanor’s feline guard, leading in two women, naked bar the red ball gags in their mouths and the chains that linked between their wrists and ankles and then ran as a leash into Kat’s latex-gloved hand. The women struggled against Kat’s tugging but their bare feet could get not grip on the polished floor and they stumbled forward into the room. Ana watched curiously, wondering why the women tried to fold themselves inwards to hide their lovely pussies and breasts. Surely they should be proud that Lady Eleanor chose to show them off this way, proud that they belonged to her. In Ana’s eyes it was a bit strange. The two women slumped to the floor off to the side of Lady Eleanor. She glanced at them briefly. Seeing they had stopped struggling against the chains, she began to address her friends and their slaves.

“So it turned out that they are detectives, whether private or official, I’ve yet to find out. One is an American seeking a US research student, Sara Brooke, the other, British, searching for a Jane Morris. Their hunches brought them here, disguised as hikers looking for somewhere to stay in the area. I was happy for them to stay and to stay, though I was less happy when they suggested that Syra might be Sara, and being held here against her will.”

As Lady Eleanor finished her explanation, Syra stepped into the room, striding on the high sharp heels of her black latex thigh boots. Ana looked up in admiration at Syra’s full body. Her prominent breasts, her well rounded bum, her lush shiny pink lips, her long blonde hair, all reminded Ana of the women she saw in the numerous porn movies she loved watching at Mistress’s feet and Ysannis’s side. Syra’s body wore clothes familiar in Lady Eleanor’s house, rising from the thigh boots was the skin-tight rubber catsuit that coated Syra’s sculpted body in mirror-like black and reached far up her neck where the collar, that showed she was her mistress’s possession, sat. Syra glanced for a moment around the room pursing her full lips before strutting to her proper place before her mistress and lowering herself to kneel, with her firm bum resting so delightfully just beyond the start of her slender six-inch heels. She bowed her blonde head before her mistress before briefly stretching down to kiss the tip of her owner’s boot.

Lady Eleanor stroked Syra’s long blonde hair and tweaked at her so firm nipples prominent in the black shiny rubber that embraced them.

“Syra?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I want to ask you some questions.”

“Of course Mistress.” Syra replied looking up at her owner with adoring eyes.

“What is your name?”

“Syra, Mistress.”

“Is that your only name?”

“Yes, Mistress. i have one name, my collar name, Syra.”

“Do you know who Sara Brooke is?”

“No Mistress.”

“Have you ever heard of a woman called Sara Brooke?”

“No Mistress.”

“Do you like living in this house Syra?”

“Of course Mistress, i wouldn’t want to go anywhere else. i love being by you, Mistress.”

Ana could see the two naked women were listening intently and she guessed that these questions were for their benefit so they could see what lovely obedient pets they could become. Ana was sure they were keen to become as sexy as Syra. They would be so lucky to have Lady Eleanor as their owner.

“Syra, you are such a lovely pet. Perform for me and my guests.”

“Of course Mistress.”

Ana’s attention focused on Syra as she stood and stepped away from her mistress. She turned and stood still, then slowly she began swaying, gently rocking her full bum and slender waist back and forth. As she did Ana watched the light glint from the highly polished black gloss which clung so tightly to her firm body. Then she began to stroke her hands up her sides as if discovering that she was wearing rubber for the first time; her tongue licking her lips as she savoured the delicious sensation of this second skin.

Then her hands went to her large breasts, cupping them and then turning to Lady Eleanor as if presenting them to her mistress, knowing that it was Lady Eleanor that granted them to her and continued to own them. Syra’s tongue flicked sexily over her lips, back and forth as if she were teasing her mistress’s pussy. Syra’s hands, that ended in such long black nails, stroked up from her nipped-in waist then slowly around the base of her breasts, but pulled back before they reached her nipples which seemed impossibly large and to be about to burst through the tight latex that held them. Slowly, Syra ran her hands along the side of her breasts, leaning forward wiggling her full bum which tapered in the shine down to her firm thighs and shapely legs, their calves made taut by the high sharp heels of her boots. Finally Syra gave in and her fingers gripped her nipples, twisting and teasing them. Syra gasped at the pleasure and her breathing became shorter, more excited.

Watching, Ana felt her pussy running juicy. This was a common occurrence when serving Mistress but it was pleasurable to feel the body-warm liquid trickling between her legs, then dripping to make a small puddle, with nothing to stop it. Ana knew Mistress liked her to smell rich and aroused. Ana’s own nipples were pressing against the cobalt blue rubber which held them so tightly, but Ana had not been given permission to play with herself, so she sat, excitedly, feeling as if it was herself dancing before the audience, playing with her latex-covered body.

Syra now had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, breathing heavily as she stroked one hand between her slippery crotch and another battered her rock hard nipples. She hesitated for a moment to undo the zip over her pussy and then her fingers probed in. She turned so the audience could see how engorged her lips were, how excited her clit had become.

“My pets.” Domina Millicent said quietly to the two slaves at her feet and they snapped to attention. “Enjoy the scene, pleasure yourselves.”

Ana gasped, delighting at Mistress’s command. She looked up lovingly at Mistress and simpered as her head was stroked. Then she turned to the zips of her top and skirt, making them fully open so her chest, midriff and thighs were naked. Hungrily she stroked at her sodden pussy and tweaked her released nipples and so was soon lost in the pleasure of her own.

Syra was now crouching, lowering herself closer to the floor as her probing fingers sought to bring her to orgasm for her mistress’s pleasure. In moments she was kneeling, her head thrown back. She pulled down the zip of her catsuit to release her breasts that sprang free of the rubber, large and hard, their augmentation keeping the skin as tight and as shiny as the glossy rubber that usually covered them. Syra was soon into a rhythmic pattern, her mistress clapping each thrust, as Syra’s hand disappeared into her pussy like a never tiring cock, but with its fingers seeking out all the ecstasy-provoking places within her. Syra was no longer like a human; her voice was just a howling moan of pleasure that could have wetted the pussy lips of any woman that heard it.

“Syra?” Lady Eleanor spoke, though her voice was barely audible over the sounds of Syra and the audience accompanying her.

“Syra?” Lady Eleanor repeated.

“Yes Mistress.” Syra replied groggily.

Despite her obedience, Syra’s body was eager to concentrate on bringing her to climax.

“Syra?”

“Yes Mistress.” Syra’s motion slowed and she opened her eyes to gaze at her mistress.

With the slowing of the pace, Ana too calmed and could see the devotion in Syra’s eyes as she looked on the woman she knew had granted her this body, which allowed her this pleasure, who gave her life its whole meaning.

“Sara. You are free to leave this house now.”

“Sara?” Syra asked curiously.

“Sorry, Syra.”

“Mistress, please, i have no desire…” Syra’s words dissolved into a moan as she returned to the plateau of pleasure. “i want to stay here and serve you Mistress. Please, please, i beg, please use me as your sex toy; use my lovely body to pleasure you.”

Lady Eleanor looked over markedly at the two chained women, then turned back and smiled at her slave. Syra had again lost the ability to speak as the sluttish sounds she made reflected her love of how sleek, shiny and obedient her body was.

“Of course, Syra. Cum!”

Syra jerked back as if shot. Her body rocked with the pleasure running through it, her skin slick with sweat and sexual juice. No words came from her mouth, just the grunts and moans of what she was, nothing more than a shiny, human sex toy.

“Cum.” Lady Eleanor repeated. “Cum, cum.”

Each time she said the word, Syra was convulsed with sensations, but then Ana saw no more as a bright light blinded her vision and she felt ecstasy run through her. She hesitated, feeling guilty that she should feel such pleasure without Mistress’s order, but then she felt Mistress’s warm lips by her ear repeating Lady Eleanor’s command and the sensation took her. Ana was thrilled as she squirmed in her rubber at Mistress’s feet, so obviously such a good sexual slave, pleased that all the Owners and owned around the room could see her.

As Ana’s senses returned to her control she saw the exhausted Syra clamber to her knees and crawl to Lady Eleanor. Today she wore tight leather trousers and matching buttoned boots that stretched over the knee. Her breasts were just contained by a lovely latex corset, with its laces and details picked out in purple. Syra soon nuzzled her head between her mistress’s thighs and in moments was lapping at her mistress, expertly bringing her to climax.

Seeing this, Ana turned and gently butted her head against Mistress’s thigh so offering the same service that Syra was giving Lady Eleanor. Mistress hitched up her cheongsam’s skirt showing she wanted to feel Ana’s tongue. Then she dipped and whispered something to Ysannis before passing her a rubber two-ended dildo. Ana leant forward, her weight on her hands and knees as she began running her tongue around Mistress’s pussy lips and occasionally bobbing her tongue stud against Mistress’s clit. Gradually the pace picked up and she heard the change in Mistress’s breathing which she knew indicated she was doing well.

Then, as she had hoped, Ana felt Ysannis lift up her loose skirt and gently the dildo probed between Ana’s legs before slipping so easily into her soaked pussy. The thrusts of her fellow pet drove Ana’s treatment of Mistress and soon all three women we grunting with pleasure as if it was transmitted from Ysannis through Ana to their mistress. Ana climaxed first, but despite the pleasure, her devotion to duty meant she kept tonguing Mistress even as she felt another orgasm being roused within her. Mistress followed soon after and the two women’s grunts of pleasure triggered Ysannis so she toppled back, quivering with the dildo still protruding from her own pussy.

Things fell quiet and Layla appeared with glasses of iced water for the Owners and then came back with steel bowls for their pets. Ana zipped up her skirt and top fully, squeezing her hot aroused body back into its rubber restraint. Then she dipped down like the good pet she was and drank deeply from the bowl, throwing glances over at her lovely fellow pet, Ysannis.

Once Owners and owned were refreshed. Lady Eleanor clapped her hands to attract attention and all focused on their hostess.

“Now, the main business for this afternoon is to induct my new foundlings into my home here. If I can request the loan of Domina Millicent’s lovely pet, Ana.”

At the sound of her name, Ana came to attention and looked up eagerly. Mistress pushed her gently with her hand and Ana clambered to her feet. She glanced back at Mistress for confirmation, but she smiled and nodded for Ana to go forward. Syra was standing by her mistress, now all sealed back into her figure-hugging latex.

“Lady Eleanor.” Ana said demurely.

Ana remembered what Mistress has told her about communicating with other mistresses and she kept her eyes gazing down at Lady Eleanor’s boots.

“Come here, put out your right hand Ana.”

Ana obeyed and Lady Eleanor put a leather collar into her hand then did the same for Syra. Ana looked at the collar she held, it was lovely, black leather with gems set into it. Ana could feel the power in this collar. She knew that collars were important and to wear one was to show that you were properly a slave, truly owned. She ran her fingers around her own collar and felt a tingle of excitement as it reminded her what she was and that Mistress loved her. She shot a glance across at the two chained women and guessed that this leather collar was for one of them and she felt both pleased and excited for them, knowing that soon they would be as erotic and as deliciously servile as she and Ysannis were.

“They’re lovely collars aren’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Syra agreed. Ana nodded her concurrence.

“Don’t you think those two nice women would like to wear them, so they can become pets like you two?”

“Yes, Lady Eleanor.” Ana replied.

“Well, Ana you put that one on the woman on the left, the British one, and Syra, you do the same for the one on the right, the American. Then they can start becoming the lovely little puppygirls they’re so eager to be.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Syra said.

“Yes, Lady Eleanor.” Ana added, feeling pleased to have been selected to help these women become so sexy. She looked forward to seeing the two puppygirls scampering around toying with each other’s lovely bodies.

Ana walked over to the woman Lady Eleanor had directed her to. The name on the collar said ‘Petra’ and that was what Ana thought of her as. For a few moments, Ana admired the woman’s toned body. Her hair was an auburn shade cut just short of her collar. She looked up at Ana, with rich brown eyes, at first seeming curious at what was happening. Then as Ana stepped forward and bent so she could lock the collar around the woman’s neck, the soon-to-be-puppygirl, pulled back against her chains, but with Kat holding them firmly, she could not get far.

Ana was surprised that the woman was not eager for the collar, but she guessed she felt herself unworthy to become the possession of a mistress as fine as Lady Eleanor. With the woman pressed back against the shiny boots of Kat, Ana took a further step and reached to close the collar around the woman’s neck. Ana clicked the collar shut and it sealed tightly around the puppygirl’s throat. Ana glanced back to Lady Eleanor who smiled and nodded approval. With an air of finality she typed something into her palmtop. Ana looked at Petra. She certainly seemed to have calmed now and was soon moving so that she rested on her hands and knees. Then Ana looked across at the other chained woman. Syra had similarly locked the collar on to the neck of this blonde-haired woman. Ana, saw that this was Tanya. Like Petra, Tanya had now ceased struggling and was adopting a position that to Ana seemed more appropriate for a puppygirl.

“Kat, please remove the gags.”

Ana turned, a little startled as she now heard Lady Eleanor’s voice right behind her. She turned to see the mistress had walked over to get a better look at her new pets. Kat bent down and quickly removed the gags. Then Petra seemed to be trying to speak, but all that came out was a whimper. In moments she was barking excitedly. Lady Eleanor slapped her bum with the end of a crop she was carrying and the new puppygirl cowered against the other looking up in confusion and alarm.

“The change seems to be taking well, the vocal modification is great.” Lady Eleanor said, in part to herself, partly to the other Owners there.

Lady Eleanor smiled at the two women who whimpered on the floor. She then nodded to Kat who released them from their chains, but they made no attempts to stand or to escape. Ana noticed, that now neither did they try to conceal their lovely naked bodies, but seemed to be properly waiting to be commanded by their mistress. Ana was pleased that they had both been able to experience the pleasure of becoming a true slave.

“Ana, Syra, thank you.”

“Yes, Lady Eleanor.” Ana replied, aware that she had been released. She strutted back to Mistress, her steps made so sexy by the glistening boots and skirt she wore.

Lady Eleanor returned to her chair of slaves and reclined, swishing the shiny crop between her hands. “My two delightful puppygirls, Petra and Tanya.”

As Lady Eleanor said these words, Ana could see another change come over the two women. They seemed to become relaxed and she noticed that slowly the lips of their pussies became engorged and their breasts became more and more aroused.

“Come to me Petra.” Lady Eleanor commanded.

The nearest puppygirl came over on all fours and nuzzled against her mistress’s foot. She looked up at the woman who now owned her, eager to please.

“Whilst puppygirls are usually naked, you know my love for shiny pets so I have created these lovely outfits. Cherise, Celina, the puppies’ outfits please.”

The two slaves stepped forward with black rubber outfits that Ana could see immediately differed from the usual catsuits and owed something to the way Kat was dressed. Petra looked up eagerly and moved as she was directed by her mistress as Celina began guiding her into the rubber. First her head was moved into the mask, with its rubber snout and pricked up ears, and only her eyes showing out through their holes and her tongue emerging from the mask. Then her arms were slid into the suit, which zipped up the back, and soon they were coated in black rubber and her hands ending in robust paw-like gloves. Then lying on her front, with her legs held as if she was kneeling, her knees were guided into the suit’s short legs which ended in matching paws, so that her knees rather than her feet, became her back paws, with the rest of her legs folded tightly behind her bum. Celina pushed the butt plug tail in and then began zipping the suit closed sealing Petra into her new life as a puppygirl, unable to stand, only able to obey. Properly dressed Petra padded back to her fellow puppygirl sniffing her curiously. Tanya whimpered and knelt up into begging position.

“Come here, my darling Tanya.” Lady Eleanor ordered and the puppygirl scrabbled eagerly across the floor to her mistress. “How could you think I could forget you?” The puppygirl lapped eagerly at his mistress’s boot in pleasure.

Cherise stepped forward with the second outfit. In moments Tanya was being eased into the last stage of her transformation, panting excitedly as her body was coated in the shiny latex. Ana watched in delight as she realised that, like Kat, the new puppygirls had been blessed with tails that their minds could move. Tanya hurried back to her fellow puppygirl and both excitedly shook their new tails, clearly enjoying the sensation that Ana guessed was communicated back into their butts. Soon they were tumbling across the floor, their tongues lapping at their clits and pussy lips, exposed through slits in the skin-tight rubber. The audience watched, delighting in the sport until weary with the excitement the two puppygirls flagged into a heap of shiny black bodies.

“Petra, Tanya, heel!” Lady Eleanor called.

The two puppygirls got up and hurried over the floor to their mistress who stroked their shiny ears and tickled their chins. Then the two of them took up their positions flanking Lady Eleanor, attentive and ready to leap to the defence of their mistress.

“Before we adjourn for luncheon, I have to reward my delightful Kat for all her hard work with the puppygirls.” Lady Eleanor said aloud to those seated around.

Kat stepped forward. Ana admired her sleek, feline body coated in such beautiful clinging latex, her muscles, rippling sensuously beneath the gloss that covered her and her shiny black tail, sweeping back and forth behind her. As Kat approached her mistress she lowered herself to the floor and crawled. She bowed down to kiss Lady Eleanor’s boot, showing how grateful she was in being able to serve her mistress. Lady Eleanor lowered the zip that was all that covered her own naked, shaven pussy. The light caught the diamond which rode on Lady Eleanor’s clit hood. It was clear from the juices dripping from her lips how much the transformations excited her. Kat needed no commands to know what to do and slid between her mistress’s booted legs to drink of the nectar she found there and to use her strong, probing tongue to elicit more.

Lady Eleanor was already sliding into pleasure, but rested her hand on Kat’s latex coated head. “This is for you too, Kat, my delightful Kat.” Lady Eleanor said breathlessly. “Petra pleasure Kat’s clit, Tanya, lick her breasts until they are beyond rock hard.

Kat sat back on her heels for a moment and unzipped her catsuit and soon Petra and Tanya were beneath her. Whilst she returned to lapping her mistress to orgasm, the two new puppygirls began stoking her body up into a matching sensation.

Ana’s vision drifted, her whole body felt taut with the sexual excitement, with the rich aroma of female arousal that was thick in the room. Her pussy was again sodden and when she felt Ysannis’s lovely fingers brush delicately over her aroused, rubber-sheathed nipple she dissolved into orgasm. She no longer had any understanding of the room around her, filled as it was with the grunts and moans; the sights and smells of a pack of sexual animals at play. Shuddering in pleasure Ana blindly sought out Ysannis’s breasts, nibbling at them through the slippery rubber, the taste of which she knew she loved so much.

****

Ana’s vision cleared and she found she was slumped on the floor. With a moment of panic she looked up, but was reassured to see Mistress there, her fingers holding Ana’s and Ysannis’s leash as she spoke with one of the other Owners. Ana glanced over at Lady Eleanor’s chair, but she found their hostess, her slaves and pets, had all gone.

A gong sounded and Layla strutted into the room. “Luncheon is served.” Layla called.

Mistress stood and Ana and Ysannis rose to their feet, raised and arched by their shiny ballet boots. They waited until Mistress walked on, leading them both by the ‘y’ leash into the large dining room. Ana lowered herself to the cushions on the floor reserved for slaves and she delighted in studying the footwear of the Owners around the table, from Lady Eleanor’s buttoned-up leather boots at one end, to Mistress’s shiny stripper sandals with their wicked platformed soles at the other. The meal seemed to rush by. Ana passed it by kissing and stroking Ysannis, seeing how long each could keep the other on the edge of orgasm and then stifling the sounds when one pushed the other over into ecstasy. Mistress occasionally tossed a slice of meat or some fruit down to her pets to snaffle from the floor. With dinner over, Ana and Ysannis were led to a bright white room, with numerous silk cushions scattered across the floor. Being such a good Owner, Mistress knew they were tired and left them to sleep before the journey home.

Ana dozed, it had been a long, but pleasurable day, and all too quickly it was at an end. She and Ysannis were soon back in the entrance hall with Mistress and Lady Eleanor kissing farewell. Lady Eleanor did not forget a quick nipple tweak and pressure on the clits of Mistress’s two slaves to praise them for being such perfect pets. As Ana was led down the steps of Lady Eleanor’s house, out to the large vehicle where Tilly stood ready, she looked forward to returning, certain now why Lady Eleanor’s place always excited her whenever she thought about it.

Pegrason Story: Encountering Change Chapter 1

2011-09-20T04:42:00.000-07:00

These two chapters were created as separate stories, but then I realised that the same female alien character appeared in both and they made sense to exist as a two-part story. The Pegrason are an alien race that come to Earth to snatch individuals to be turned into members of a slave race. They have no interest in conquering the planet and use it more as a wild landscape where they can capture pets. This story is set in contemporary times but I am working on two sequels set a few centuries into the future by which time humans begin encountering alien races in other solar systems.

Encountering Change
By Tang.

Chapter 1
Julia was driving along a deserted road late one night. Suddenly the road ahead was flooded by bright lights shining from the sky. She was dazzled and slammed on the brakes to stop herself crashing. A strange craft slowly landed in the road in front of her car. Suddenly a beam of purple light swept out from the craft. As it swept over her Julia suddenly felt very tired and everything faded.

Julia awoke in a brightly lit cell. It was fronted by a transparent door. As her mind cleared she realised that she must have been abducted by aliens. She went to the door. She could see others like her, dressed in rough cloth jumpsuits. As she peered through the door it became increasingly opaque until it was as white as the walls around.

Then she heard a voice. "Welcome, you are aboard a Pegrason ship, you will not be harmed, you will just be offered a choice of joining us or being returned to your own planet."

Then one section of the wall changed to resemble a mirror. Julia stared at the image of herself, slowly it began to change and her clothes were replaced by and a skimpy top clinging to her body and her arms and skin-tight shiny rubber shorts snugly holding her bum and thighs, above legs coated in long shiny boots.

As Julia moved the image reflected what she did. The gloss rippled as she slowly shifted from foot to foot, intrigued by what she saw. Then slowly the image began to change again. In the image her skin slowly began to darken until it became black and shiny, her breasts grew and her ears became pointed. Julia stared at the altered reflection, her features still recognisable but alien and erotic. Then a panel opened and inside hung the sexy clothes Julia had seen her image wearing.

The voice spoke again. "Those of you who wish to join us should change. You have five minutes of your time to decide."

Julia could hardly believe it was real. She heard sounds and looked up to see that a screen had appeared, it showed two aliens screwing. They were like humans, though their skin was dark and shiny, their ears pointed. As she looked closer she could see differences between them, as if they were similar but not identical species. The female alien was being mounted by the male; he grunted with pleasure as she mewed her submission to him. She was dressed in the rubber clothes hanging before Julia. Then the female alien began grunting loudly, apparently orgasming. As she threw back her head, Julia saw that it was the changed version of herself. She was entranced and increasingly aroused. The sights and sounds seemed to fill her mind, her sex, her breasts tingled with a sense of anticipation. Julia found herself moving without thinking, her urges being driven by something else and found herself easing out of the overalls and stepping towards the closet.

Julia reached out to touch the rubber and grunted as a pleasurable feeling swept over her. As she let the sensation grow and she took down the clothes she was unaware that she had started becoming a sex pet. Then Julia realised what she was doing, wearing the clothes and boots she would not simply look erotic she would be changed into an alien pet. The thought shot through her body. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breasts were hard and shiny, her pussy loose and hungry. Despite her concerns, Julia's body overrode her mind and she could not stop herself going back to the gloss and touched them again. She let out a loud moan, oblivious as the sensation swept her.

Julia knew nothing now could stop her from easing into the glossy clothes. "Yes, yess." She snatched at the rubber shorts and stepped into them, the slid quickly up her thighs and she sighed as they slipped into place coating her bum and thigh tops in the shine. The crotch was open and she had to resist pushing her fingers into herself to satiate the sexual hunger that was rising within her. She grabbed for the top, pulling it on quickly. Her arms slid along the sleeves and her head emerged from it. Her breasts were straining against the rubber, the nipples prominent. Her midriff between the top and the shorts was bare. She then walked to the boots and eased first one leg and then the other into them. They reached over her knee, clinging to her legs as the other clothes clung to the rest of her body.

Julia stepped back. The video showed her as an alien strutting sexily on her high heels. Julia could not look away, a sexual urge overcame any worries about what was going to happen to her.

"The time is up." The announcement said.

The door to Julia's cell slid open. There was nothing to do but walk out. There were about ten other women. Most still wore the overalls, but a couple of others had changed into the rubber like Julia. A group of robots, who resembled female humans covered in a dark shiny plastic marched up. They did not threaten, but herded the women into a large lift.

Slowly the lift rose up then the doors slid open. The women walked out into a large, brightly lit room. Inside were a group of female aliens. They were all clad in black skin-tight rubber clothes, their skin was black and shiny, their ears pointed, their breasts large but firm. They chatted eagerly in the clicks and purrs of the alien language on seeing the women.

"They were once human like you, soon some of you will become sex-pets like them." The controller standing to one side translated.

Some of the women looked alarmed and remembered the images they saw when they first came. Julia tried to stop herself, but began to feel an affinity with these aliens. Slowly the aliens came amongst the women, making soothing sounds and a scent which made any worry fade away. A couple approached Julia and stroked the tight rubber that she wore, so much like theirs. Uncontrollably she began to sway with the rhythmic movements they made, forgetting what and where she was, just feeling.

"It is time for you to be divided." The controller said.

The aliens gathered together away from the human women, the ones in rubber like Julia and a couple of the others stood entranced for a few moments and then joined the others huddled against the far wall. A door opened in the wall and the humans hurried through it. Julia tried to step through but was stopped as if by a force field. Soon all those who could leave had. The door slid closed.

"You smeared with the pet scent cannot pass through, your future is here amongst your fellow sex-pets."

The aliens again walked back to the women, their sounds encouraging as they signed the women to follow them. They walked around admiring their bodies, touching and stroking, soothing them.

Increasingly Julia felt relaxed and barely noticed that she was walking with the others. They walked, almost entranced, across the room to another row of chambers. The doors slid open, one for each of the women selected. Julia suddenly panicked but one of the alien females appeared beside her, smiling and encouraging her to enter. Hesitantly Julia stepped into the chamber. A screen slid down to seal her in. Suddenly a bright pink light shone on her. Julia struggled to think clearly, but the light was soothing and relaxing, she felt her concerns fading away, slowly it became difficult for her to remember what she was concerned about.

Slowly she felt her will fading, she felt no resistance to what her master told her, why should there be, she was not concerned with that just with screwing, sleeping, eating. Her character began to change, her will quickly began to dissolve and even though she knew that the thoughts were being planted there the experience was genuine, they became as her own thoughts. Increasingly her curiosity, her initiative became buried below the urge that felt like a sexual arousal, which was sexual. Uncontrollably her body began to change, her skin darkened, her ears became more pointed and she began to relax into a new pattern as her mind was delicately but deeply changed.

Soon she was unaware that she had thought any differently, she was just concerned with being sexy and enjoying herself. She was eager to show off her sexy, shapely body.

"These humans are perfect." The controller said to one of his fellows.

"Well, not all of them are suitable for change."

"But enough are easy to change into nubiles for these trips to be worthwhile. It is so much easier than breeding them."

"Yes, it certainly is, and the crew enjoy having the first taste."

"A perk of the job."

The controller crossed to the monitor. "This is the bit I like, when they just pass the turning point, they fall silent in confusion and then begin to purr as they assume their new identity."
The woman who had been Julia could no longer remember her past only a delight in her slinky body and being with the others, her name was something to summon her nothing more was needed. She began to purr.

The glass door slid open and she sauntered out, the transformation was complete, she was now a nubile, a playbeing one of the specially created species that pleasured their Pegrason masters, but she was unaware of any change. She stood together with the others, completely transformed oblivious to the fact that they had ever been human. The remaining human women watched surprised from a gantry above them. Some shouted to the new sex-pets, but they could no longer understand them. They clicked and purred in their own language curious at the strange humans. The humans were led away to be returned to Earth, their memories of the trip erased.
The sex-pets were led into a large round chamber laid with shiny cushions. They lay around fondling each others' bodies. Crewmen who had the right to sample any they fancied and representatives of buyers on Pegras walked around. One muscular male Pegrason himself dressed in scanty shiny black rubber caught her eye. The nubile that Julia had become could not look away.

"Come to me." The male alien said and she walked swaying towards him. She followed him without noting where she was going.

Soon they entered a large circular chamber. "Fush." The male said, "that, pet will be your name."

Fush nodded.

"I am Gera, but you will just call me Master. Recline." The male said gesturing to cushions on the floor.

Fush slowly eased to the floor in front of him. Fush knew there was no need for words, she could show her master what she was by how she gave herself to him. Gera slowly stroked Fush's rubber-clad body and purred in pleasure. She lay there at her master's command.

"Excellent. My wonderful pet. I think you should be coming to heat."

At her master's orders Fush softened and ran juicy with anticipation, her body relaxed and she mewed her submissiveness to her master's cock. She swayed closer towards the male, her shiny coated bum stuck invitingly in the air. She rubbed her smooth body along his lounging figure. Her body was that of a sex-pet, it was increasingly on heat, impatient to yield to his hard flesh. Gera reached his strong hands forward and began stroking her shoulders and then down between her rubber-coated breasts. Fush could offer no resistance. She slowly turned on the floor offering her snatch towards her master, her scent driving him on, as she submitted to him. She submitted like the sex-pet she was.

Gera slowly mounted her from behind and eased his hard warm member into her, and thrust back and forward, with long, slow strokes of his long hard meat. She delighted in the pleasure and purred loudly as finally he sprayed his sperm into her. She lay back tired, her sex still juicy, her body still throbbing with the sensation. All her memories of her previous life had gone, all she could remember was this life and her form of a sex-pet. She purred delighting in her body and her master.

Pegrason Story: Encountering Change Chapter 2

2011-09-20T04:30:00.000-07:00

Though it is not explicitly stated this chapter is set some time after Chapter 1 and Julia/Fush has been able to rise in status to becoming a slaveress herself with all the opportunities that provides. There is a delicious irony in her now transforming human women. The repetition of many of the phrases show the fact that these chapters were initially separate stories.

Encountering Change
by Tang.

Chapter 2.
Ellen was driving along a deserted road late one night. Suddenly the road ahead was flooded by bright lights shining from the sky. She was dazzled and slammed on the brakes to stop herself crashing. A strange craft slowly landed in the road in front of her car. Suddenly a beam of purple light swept out from the craft. As it swept over her Ellen suddenly felt very tired and everything faded.

Ellen awoke in a brightly lit cell. It was fronted by a transparent door. As her mind cleared she realised that she must have been abducted by aliens. She went to the door and looked out. Outside was a robot, which looked like a bald human woman coated in black glossy plastic. She could see aliens moving around. Their skin was black and shiny, their ears pointed. She could hear them speaking in the clicks and purrs. Occasionally she would see other creatures led on leashes behind their owners like pets; one was led out from the cell next to Ellen's. She was dressed in clinging glossy boots which stretched over her knee, matching glossy cycling shorts which clung to her bum and thighs and the matching top in which her breasts rose hard into the shine. Her skin was chocolate brown, shiny like her clothes. Her eyes were almond shaped, her tongue pointed. Her hair was black, long thick cords of it stretched down her back.

Suddenly Ellen heard the panel in front of her buzz and began to slide open. She jumped back from it. She saw one of the aliens coming into her cell flanked by two of the androids. Ellen stood entranced, her breath coming in brief pants. She could not look away from the alien. More than that Ellen felt aroused by what she saw. The alien was humanoid, about Ellen's height and clearly female. She moved with a feline grace that Ellen both envied and was excited by. She wore blue skin-tight rubber, a catsuit, a long matching cloak and thigh length boots. This second shiny skin showed off all the contours of her body, her firm breasts and pert bum transformed into slippery hemispheres. Ellen's body shuddered with a thrill as she realised the alien was coming towards her. Ellen was frozen to the spot as the alien strutted on her high sharp heels, the rubber rippling and squealing as she moved closer to Ellen.

"I am Fush." The alien said simply. She reached out and grasped Ellen's chin. She wore long gloves stretching to her elbows. The gloss covered fingers stroked Ellen's face as if she were a pet, as they did Ellen felt her body tingle. She had no urge to escape, no will power left to break away.

The alien gently ran her fingers down the side of Ellen's blouse and skirt, the material parted where she touched and the clothes fell away. She cupped Ellen's breasts and her bra crumbled leaving the glossy fingers stimulating her nipples which rose quickly in response. The alien seemed pleased by Ellen's passivity and how her body behaved to the touches of her glossed hands.

"I thought you would become an android, but seeing how malleable and servile you are it would be a shame to waste you. You will become a sex-pet. It will not take long to change you into something a little more suitable."

"Yes, mistress." Ellen responded automatically.

"As a pet there is no need for speech."

Ellen said nothing more, she felt confused and powerless to think clearly.
"Bring gloss for this pet." Fush ordered and one of the androids hurried off returning moments with the glossy rubber clothes Ellen had seen on the other aliens, the ones she now knew were sex-pets, wearing. Fush put down the long boots and held up the glossy shorts and top.
Ellen could not look away from the rubber. She felt a thrill to think that all she had to do was accept it and she could ease her body into slippery gloss. She found it difficult to imagine herself wearing something so erotic, parading her body clear for all to see, coated in the shine.
"Let yourself go, ease into it. Feel it caress every part of your body." Fush said seductively.
Ellen was sweating and panting heavily. As she listened to Fush's softly spoken words she found her body taking over, impatient to slide into the slippery second skin.
"It is yours, put it on, let yourself become an erotic creature."
Ellen realised what Fush was saying, wearing the clothes and boots she would not simply look erotic she would be changed into an alien pet. The thought shot through her body. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breasts were hard and shiny, her cunt loose and hungry. Ellen could not stop herself, she took the few steps to the gloss and reached out and touched it. She let out a loud moan, oblivious as the sensation swept her.

Ellen knew nothing could stop her from easing into the glossy clothes. “Yes, yess.”

She snatched at the rubber shorts and stepped into them, the slid quickly up her thighs and she sighed as they slipped into place coating her bum and thigh tops in the shine. The crotch was open and she had to resist pushing her fingers into herself to satiate the sexual hunger. She grabbed for the top, pulling it on quickly. Her arms slid along the sleeves and her head emerged from it. Her breasts were straining against the rubber, the nipples prominent. Her midriff between the top and the shorts was bare. She then walked to the boots and eased first one leg and then the other into them. They reached over her knee, clinging to her legs as the other clothes clung to the rest of her body.

“Excellent.” Fush said. “Now the final change. You will come to me when you are ready.”

Fush stepped from the room, the door closed and changed from transparent to opaque.

Ellen stood in the room, confused, she felt a sexual thrill, but something was holding her back, telling her the process was not yet complete. Suddenly the light in the room turned to purple. Ellen struggled to think clearly, but the light was soothing and relaxing, she felt her concerns fading away, slowly it became difficult for her to remember what she was concerned about. Slowly she felt her will fading, she felt no resistance to what her mistress told her, why should there be, she was not concerned with that just with sleeping, eating, mating. Her character began to change, her will quickly began to dissolve and even though she knew that the thoughts were being planted there the experience was genuine, they became as her own thoughts. Increasingly her curiosity, her initiative became buried below the urge that felt like a sexual arousal, which was sexual. Uncontrollably her body began to change, her skin darkened, her ears became more pointed and she began to relax into a new pattern as her mind was delicately but deeply changed. Soon she was unaware that she had thought any differently, she was just concerned with being sexy and enjoying herself. She was eager to show off her sexy, shapely body.

“This the bit I like, when they just pass the turning point, they fall silent in confusion and then begin to purr as they assume their new identity.” Fush said to herself.

It was too late, Ellen was already relaxing, already beginning to be changed. She writhed in the bright light as her body was pleasured all over. She did not say anything, just sighed and moaned, as she became a new creature, a nubile she lost her power of speech. Ellen's skin darkened and took on a shine. Her hair seemed to be growing, gathering into slippery cords. Her face was changing. Her eyes were becoming more oval shape as she became less and less human and more a nubile. Her personality was changing too, she was becoming servile and obedient, her body and mind obsessed with sex. Her breasts became firm and large. She reached for them and her clit, now both very sensitive to touch, easily excited. Ellen could no longer remember her past only a delight in her slinky body and being with the others, her name was something to summon her nothing more was needed. She began to purr.

Then the light faded. The glass door slid open and she sauntered out, the transformation was complete, but she was unaware of any change. She stood together, with the others, completely transformed unaware that they had ever been human. The new nubile stepped out, oblivious of its former existence.

The nubile stopped and began purring, then began stroking its across its fingers slippery skin, enjoying the sensation. Ellen had wondered what it would feel like to be transformed to become such a sexual creature, now she knew. As a nubile she stroked her rubber clad body swaying and panting with the pleasure, sighing and groaning like the sexual pet she was as she touched her sensitive, aroused body.

“Xantesh.” Fush said. “Excellent.”

Xantesh focused on her mistress. She stretched her shapely body with feline ease. As she did she felt the long thick cords of her hair moving across her back. The sensation alerted her to the fact she had changed. She slowly stood up and walked over to the mirror. Her breasts felt firm. She stood in front of the mirrored door of a chamber. Her skin was chocolate coloured, almost as shiny as the clothes she wore. She looked at her face, framed by a mane of thick hair and barely recognised it. Her eyes were slanted, almond shaped, her ears pointed. As she licked her full lips, Xantesh noticed her tongue was pointed, she tried to speak, but all that came was a purr. As it dawned on her what had happened Xantesh’s clitoris rose erect. She realised her body had yielded, she had been changed. It was irreversible, she was now an alien creature, she was a nubile. She was a sex-toy, a plaything of her mistress. Now she could not stop herself reaching her gloss covered fingers to stroke her clit and moaned with the pleasure.

Fush entered the chamber, she was pleased to see that Ellen had truly become Xantesh, she took a collar and a leash and locked the collar around Xantesh's neck. Xantesh purred like the sexual animal she was, delighting in her eroticism and Fush's ownership of her.