I awoke in the darkness, my blankets curled half around my half my body, hugging me like a giant anaconda. An uncomfortable dampness soaked my ass mixing with the shot dark mess of hair creating a sticky mass. I’ve gotta start turning down the thermostat, I thought drowsily as I rolled over covering my nude form fully in the blanket. I drifted off to a sleep that was once more plagued with nightmares of an unnatural woman sticking things in my ass.

In a dark corner of the room two unnatural points of blue lights stared unblinking at the male form breathing steadily in the darkness.

I awoke groggily in the morning, peeling myself out of bed, my back and ass sticky from the sweaty residue of the haunting nightmares of the previous day. I scratched at my junk, yawning as I stumbled into the shower. Note to self, stop reading urban fantasy before bedtime, it causes some seriously uncomfortable dreams. I turned the shower to lukewarm and started lathering myself, once more grateful to live alone in my apartment, I felt dirty from last night’s heat. Having to wait for the bathroom would suck. My living alone also meant that all the utilities were mine to pay. This led to nights like last night, the sweaty nights sleep caused by frugality necessitated by my entry level job while I went to school. I vigorously scraped around my body trying to scrub away the lingering memories. I was drying off as I heard phone ringing on my bed. I scrambled to pick it up but the call stopped just I made it to my dresser. I listened to the message mom had left.

“Sydney, this is your mother calling on Saturday morning to remind you about your grandfather’s birthday tomorrow. We are meeting him at Perkins at 9:00. You know the one by the airport. Hope you didn’t drink too much last night. Love you honey.” I laughed at the last bit. My mom knew I hated the taste of alcohol and preferred a Friday night of video games and books over socializing. Speaking of which, I flipped open my kindle to finish my book about werewolves and vampires that had fueled my latest nightmares. My stomach started grumbling as I was reaching the climax of the book. I pried myself away to get a bowl of Lucky Charms, splashing milk some milk into it as I sat at my kitchen table. I went back to the book as I absentmindedly shoveled the soggy sugary cardboard mass into my mouth. I continued to eat as a generic half vampire finally got around to accepting her heritage thus gaining the power necessary to defeat the megalomaniac werewolf.

It was a cliche and generic book but I still felt the rush of imagining the glorious triumph of good over evil. I noticed I finished the cereal but hunger still gnawed at my belly. I spotted an old apple resting on my counter, its dusky red skin highlighted in the morning sun. I had dropped it on the floor earlier in the week when I grabbed it’s brother to slake a previous hunger. I looked at it carefully before shrugging and munching around the soft spot. Join your brothers in the rest of the glorious dead. The hunger diminished but did not go away. I was officially out of food in my apartment. I ordered a couple of Jimmy John’s sandwiches and turned on the tv to watch some Sports Center as I waited for the food to arrive.

A little bit later, Jimmy John’s texted me and I met him outside the building ravenous hunger causing my limbs to feel weak. I shoved money into the delivery guys hand as I hurried back to my room. I shredded the sandwich bag and inhaled the sandwiches the hunger having grown uncontrollable in the intervening time. The sandwiches did nothing for the hunger. In fact my entire body started to grow hot as my stomach clenched in a painful cramp. The heat concentrated on my nipples and pelvis as I curled up into a ball on the floor. The pain washing over my body in waves of blinding heat. My fingers curled into claws that scratched ineffectively at the generic off white carpet of my room. I rocked myself on the floor, unable to concentrate from the pain, as tears leaked out of my eyes to stain the carpet.

I’m dying. This is how I die curled up, alone, on the floor. I could read it now, lonely man dies of strange gastrointestinal distress. Doctors stumped. He is survived by his mother and father and accomplished nothing during his life. Something shifted inside me and I felt the heat pool sharply in little orbs of fire in my chest before they exploded, causing brief cessations of pain. The relief felt orgasmic, in stark contrast to the burning heat of the previous moment and I failed to notice the miniscule expansion that accompanied the bubbles bursting. The wires in my brain shorted again, the overwhelming heat concentrated on my pelvis flipped. the raging inferno transforming from pain to incredible pleasure. My overstimulate penis throbbed painfully, half erect, constrained by shorts. My prostate ached in need and I tried to release my package from its confines but my trembling muscles refused to obey my commands.

The pressure built and built until a damn burst inside me as cum erupted from my balls soaking my underwear and shorts. The release was enormous, causing my whole body to clench and release in a mighty orgasm . The relief was short lived as the pressure quickly built again causing my pants to tighten as they labored to control my raging erection. The pain of my cock straining against my pants wasn’t quite as noticeable this time as I quickly built to a second orgasm. I was held captive by the alternating pleasure and pain in both my cock and breasts. The sensations built and released in an unending cycle with less recovery time between each release. The pain a little less each time until I was drowning in a sea of overwhelming pleasure. I was almost continuously orgasming as rivulets of liquids ran down my legs and shorts. Finally I was able to release my hold on consciousness and drifted gratefully into the unfeeling darkness.

“Sweet Sydney. It’s time to wake up, you have duties to attend to.” The sultry tones of a woman tickled my consciousness rousing me from my therapeutic sleep. For the second time in as many days I awoke with a sticky feeling on my body this time it was over my legs. I groaned as I disorientingly lifted myself off the floor. I quickly remembered what had happened and I braced myself for any strange burning feelings. Nothing.I noticed was the odd weights I felt on my upper chest and a drafty feeling I felt on my legs but nothing painful caught my attention. It was at this point that I realized I was not alone in my room. I opened my eyes and gazed upon the most beautiful naked woman I had ever seen. She was gorgeous and voluptuous with perky tits that begged to be stroked. Her skin had a soft golden tone and her brilliant blue eyes pierced the intervening distance. Her right eye was slightly obscured by the straight brown locks that ran down to her shoulder blades but the glowing blue orb seemed to shine through her hair anyway, grabbing my gaze in its intensity. My eyes lowered to the rest of her anatomy and I saw that she had two very unusual things about her. One, she had a throbbing eight inch cock jutting out right above an inflamed pussy. Two, she had a whip thin tail with a spade shaped head the size of a deck of cards that was wrapping around said cock stroking it slowly. I backed away in fear quickly hitting the opposite wall in my haste to get away. She had a disappointed look on her face as she slowly stalked toward me her padded hips swaying provocatively. “Really. Is that any way to greet your new mistress.”

Hallucinating. Was my immediate thought. Man I should not have ate that apple. I stopped panicking at that thought. I stood up straight and walked over to her because, excluding the appendages, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Man, my subconscious needs a serious talking to. This seems so real.

“Much better,” she purred as she reached out to touch me chest. The panic quickly returned as her touch brought my attention to some changes in my own anatomy. I had tits. Her hands contacted my naked flesh, my flesh gave way, softly conforming to the shape of her hand. Her touch dispelled the notion that this was a hallucination as pleasure shot through my chest, pooling in my pelvis in a ball of electricity. She lightly caressed my breasts through my shirt teasing the nipple slightly causing little bursts of sensation. I felt a dampness in my pelvic region and refused to consider any additional change. My eyes darted about as I frantically searched for an avenue of escape. I turned to run, to escape from the magical touch that was turning my flesh into a quivering pool of jelly. I made it one whole step before a powerful arm reached across my chest and pinned me to her chest in a vice like embrace. Her penis slid between my legs still being stroked by her tail. They pushed against the wet spot on my jeans and I moaned aloud at the bolt of lightning that diffused through my flesh at the pressure. This can’t be happening. I need to wake up now. My breath rushed in and out of me in harsh panicked breaths, I struggling vainly to free myself from her silky embrace.

“Shhhhh. Honey. It’ll all be over soon.” She whispered into my ear as her free hand reached down to her throbbing member and scooping off a bead of liquid that had formed at its tip. Her smell wafted over me and I relaxed into her grasp letting her firm mounds press into my back. She smelled of musky spices and desire. The damp spot on my pants turned into a trickle of fluids as I became hornier than I had ever felt before. She brought the liquid to my mouth before gently pressing her finger to my lips slipping effortlessly inside my mouth. The flavor burst on my tongue with the delicious sweetness of a dozen fruits. I shuddered in ecstasy as I swirled the flavor throughout my mouth. I suckled lightly on her finger trying to scrape every last particle off her finger with my tongue. The part of my brain that was scared of the situation was no longer in control. I now only had one objective, obtain more of that delectable substance.

The woman turned me around and looked me in the eye gauging my reaction. I was now a slave to my lust as she slowly pushed me to the floor unwinding her tail from her cock as she did. The tumescent member stood proudly in front of me as I greedily pulled its length into my mouth. I slathered her member with my spit and quickly got to bobbing my head back and forth. I had seen this done a couple of times in pornos but had no reliable experience. I moved enthusiastically as I tried to coax the delicious liquid from it. Spit dripped down my face and chin as her member surged in and out of my mouth. I felt its length expand slightly as she grasped my head and pulled it tight to her stomach, sheathing herself fully. I choked on her girth as thick spurts of her sweet cum poured directly into my stomach. I orgasmed at the taste and consciousness left me once more as the rational part of my mind railed helplessly against the bars of lust.

I was awakened at the wet sound of flesh slapping flesh in a loud clap. I wasn’t sticky, which, compared to the last couple of times I had awoken, was an outlier. A burning sting on my inner thigh informed me where the sound came from. I could feel locks of wet hair tickling my shoulders as the scent of musky spice roused me entirely from my sleep.

“Can’t have you sleeping on the job can we. Besides, you’ll want to be awake for this.”

I looked up off my bed to see the woman from last night towering over me, penis in hand.

Awake for what?

The thought barely had time to form before the woman thrust her hips forward sharply, impaling me on her entire length in one smooth stroke. There was a burst of pain as something inside me tore free, giving way to the invader within my body. The woman paused for a moment allowing my clenched muscles to relax slightly before she started rocking her hips causing delicious friction to rise from my pussy. No avoiding its presence this time. My cock had been replaced with a womanly slit. Our positions gave me full view of her invasion as my gaze passed through my own bouncing tits. A newly familiar pool gathered quickly in my gut as she continued her even pace. The sweet friction of her member inside of me caused my eyes to close, basking in the swirling sensations rising from my pussy. I knew I should be rejecting this but lust was still in control and I was reveling in the wanton hedonism of the act. The electricity grew in intensity sending out little shocks throughout my body that caused muscles to clench and release in an effort to discharge it. The woman smiled at my reactions as she leaned forward and gently teased the nipples of my bare breasts. The two points of additional stimulation caused the pleasure to peak sharply and then rush in a wave throughout my body as I flooded her member with my juices.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.” Her grin was more predatory now as she continued her metronome like thrusting into my body. I expected the boneless relaxation of post orgasm I was used to. My body had other ideas. As my muscles finally finished tensing I realized that the pool of electricity had never gone away, it was waiting and it now continued its growth at the woman’s tender ministrations. I was past the point of orgasm yet the pleasure continued to grow. I felt myself clenching instinctively on her shaft my pussy attempting to coax the fluid from it. Each tense of my pussy caused a delicious feeling of fullness in me and I realized I was quickly approaching another peak. I grabbed my own nipples this time and pulled sharply attempting to recreate the sensation of before and drive myself through sweet swell of release. I moaned wantonly before I finally passed through my second orgasm as the woman continued to pound away at me.

The smile on the woman’s face was gone and replaced with a look of intense concentration. Her movements were no longer smooth and even and were instead jerky and fierce. She slammed into me as I felt her swell inside me filling my every crevice with her member. I had moment of feeling the wet heat of her fluid discharge inside me before my mind exploded in a coruscation of heat flowed through my body instantly sending me to a third orgasm. The compounded reactions of the second and third orgasm had me lying bonelessly on the bed panting from the effort. She pulled out with a wet plop as her cum clung desperately to my vagina in a gooey wad. The rational part of my mind was able to break through the post coital haze for a moment to whisper breathlessly, heartbrokenly.

“Why?”

The satisfied smirk left her face. There was a flash of sorrow, that was quickly replaced with a merciless grin.

“Didn’t you enjoy being my cum bucket? I’ll show you pleasures you’ve never known. Sleep now sweety, mistress will be here when you wake up.”

Tears dripped from my eyes as consciousness faded once more. I weeped as I felt a piece of me die, the majority of my mind reveling in the warmth flowing through my body and the security I felt at her dominance.

I sharply jerked awake in my room, heart hammering wildly in my chest. I kept my eyes peeled shut and tried not to move, afraid of what I would feel if I did. A hand slipping from behind me drawing smoothly across my chest quickly confirmed my fears. I shuddered at the smooth caress, the fingertips leaving little trails of heat in their wake. I opened my eyes and turned to look into the glorious visage of my tormentor. A stab of desire tore through me body as my gaze locked onto her shining blue orbs.

“How bout you make us some breakfast honey. And don’t even think about covering that beautiful form with clothing.”

I wanted to deny her. To scream. To escape…

I failed to do any of these things, instead I simply nodded. Luxuriating in the heat pouring off her bare skin for a moment before shrugging off the blankets. I tried to go over to my abandoned clothes piled in the corner of the room but my body paid my mind no attention. I sauntered into the kitchen and realized that I was still out of food. I panicked for a moment, realizing I couldn’t fulfill mistresses request. Would she be mad at me. Wait. Why should I care if I failed to obey her? I hated her… right? The conflict tore at my insides as my mind warred with itself. The dilemma was resolved as I realized I could order some crepes from a local bakery that delivered. I called the number and ordered a variety of fruit crepes. Unsure what to do while I waited for the food to arrive I stood motionless in the kitchen. I should run. I thought. Why would we leave mistress? We should wait for her. The subservient part of my mind won the battle and I gently went and lowered myself to the floor outside my bathroom. I listened to the sound of mistress showering as the pieces of my mind continued to war inside me. The sound of water turned off and my mistress opened the door to see my kneeling form. I couldn’t be sure but once more a flicker of sadness seemed to shoot across her features as she gazed down at my prostrated form.

“Food?”

“On its way mistress. I apologize for failing to do your bidding instantly. I accept any punishment you deem necessary.” What the fuck was I saying. This isn’t me, I tried to wail. I don’t act like this.

“That’s okay. I’m sure we’ll be able to think of something to pass the time.” She paused for a moment and I watched as her cock retreated into her body with a wet schlurping sound. She crooked a finger towards me as she went over to the bed her moist lips glistening in a wetness that had nothing to do with water. She guided my unresisting head to her moist pussy as she leaned back on my bad. I flickered my lips tentatively against her puffy outer labia getting a small taste of her juices in the process. Oh my god. This was even better than her cum. I licked a small ring around her outer labia as her heady taste removed all thoughts of resistance from my head. Her juices tasted like a creamy semi sweet chocolate, a delicate bitterness lending depth to the flavor.

I abandoned my exploratory licks as I ruthlessly plunged my tongue into her creamy depths. She let out an appreciative moan at my ministrations. I instinctively reached down and slipped a finger into my own depths. My tongue seemed longer than I remembered as I alternating a thrusting and twisting motion that was effortless. Her moans grew louder at the attention. A pressure grew at my lower spin that tingled as I relentlessly stroked my inner walls. My finger glanced a nub at the top of my folds and I gasped, momentarily stunned by the shock of pleasure. I returned to my ministrations as I contemplated this discovery. I brought my free hand up from its grasp on her thigh as I used my thumb to peel back the upper folds of her pussy. I could see a similar nub on her body and I decided to use my newly acquired knowledge of female anatomy. I viciously attacked her depths with my tongue and I pressed sharply against the nub rubbing it back and forth furiously.

She let out a wordless shriek of noise and I found myself choking as a deluge of her creamy nectar flooded my mouth releasing the pressure I had building to crash through my limbs. She laid her head back breathing heavily as I rested my own gasping head against her stomach. My face and upper chest were sticky from the thick cream that had escaped my mouth. I drew my finger across my upper chest gathering the thick liquid onto my finger. I brought the finger into my mouth and let out a final shudder as an aftershock raged through my body at the taste. I jerked up in surprise as I heard a knock a my door.

“Go get the food honey.”

I fought hard at this one. The rational part of my brain railed against the prison cell that lust had built for it. But again my body ignored my commands as I stood up and sauntered toward the door. I opened it to reveal an scrawny teenage boy holding a bag that had Cloud Nine Goodies printed on it. He stared at my naked assets wordlessly for a second. The rational part of my mind gave up entirely at this point. Submitting total control over my psyche, all the things that make me an individual disappeared. The orgasm of my new body combined with forced exhibition overwhelmed my psyche. It gave up its struggle and retreated into oblivion. I sighed for a moment in the freeing sensation as I embraced my identity as my mistress’ slave. I struck a little pose for the boy and it shook him out of his reverie. I gave a quick glance over my shoulder to gauge my mistress’ reaction. I’ll give her a show, I smiled at the thought and turned back to the delivery boy.

“Your or…order ma’am.” He stuttered at me holding the bag out his eyes still stuck on my teardrop breasts. I gave him a little shimmy as I reveled in his growing arousal. I reached out for the bag gently touching his wrist. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he turned to leave. I giggled softly at his reactions.

“You forgot to charge me.” I laughed as the realization flashed across his face. It didn’t bother me that my voice range clarion sweet through the silence.

“Just a second honey, I know I’ve got some cash here somewhere.” I went to my table and bent over suggestively pulling two twenties from my wallet. I skipped over to him delighting in the fleshy bounce of my bust. “Here you go. Have a nice day.”

I gently shut the door in front of his still form. I hurried over to where my mistress waited on the bed laughter dancing in her eyes. I demurely lowered my gaze and sank to a knee as I presented the bag to her.

Now there was no mistaking the look of sadness on her face as a tear slipped out of her eyes sliding down her golden skin leaving a salty trail tracing her cheek to her skin.

“Mistress. How have I failed you? I swear I will do better just tell me what to do.” I was mentally berating myself for the show, having failed to deliver the food to my mistress as quickly as possible.

The tears now flowed freely from both of her eyes as she grasped the bag tightly in a white knuckled grip. She shook her head sharply and wiped the tears from her face with two quick swipes.

“You did fine. There’s nothing wrong.” She gave me a bittersweet smile as she unwrapped the crepes from the bag. She held up a banana crepe and patted the place next to her on the bed. I sat in the place she had indicated and swung my legs around to land in her lap. She curled an arm around my shoulder pulling our sides together as she took a bite of the crepe. She chewed thoughtfully before offering the sweet delight to me. I took a bite off the same spot she had thrilled with the second hand kiss. I luxuriated at her closeness as the sweet taste of crepes filled my senses. We passed the time like this for a while as she alternated feeding me and taking bites herself. Soon enough the four crepes were consumed and we sat empty handed on the bed. She smiled sweetly as she looked at my lips. She leaned forward and licked at a bit of whipped cream that had escaped my mouth at some point.

She was so close to me and her presence overwhelmed my faculties as the spicy musky smell started to waft from her. She took little nibbling pecks as she tasted my lips. I stood stock still as she leaned forward and gently plundered my mouth with her tongue. The various crepes as well as a sweetness that was wholly her own danced across my tastebuds at the embrace. She kept her lips locked on mine as her tongue gently probed my lips tempting my own tongue from its den. Her lips curved up as my tongue slid from my mouth to tangle with hers. I spent a few delirious minutes playfully giving and taking kisses from my wonderful mistress. She pulled her head back and my face found its way to the crook of her neck at the lack of resistance. I continued to suckle at her skin as she pushed me away from her entirely. I mewed at the absence of contact with her. She gave me a small smile as she slid a finger inside me without warning. A second finger quickly joined the first and she curled them back pressing against the front patch of my pussy. She quickly started pumping her fingers in and out of me. The tips of fingers found a patch of bumpy skin that caused me to moan wantonly. So this is what g-spot stimulation feels like. “Yes. Right there. Oh mistress you’re sooo good.” Goosebumps rose on my flesh as I quickly rose to orgasm. My nectar flowed out of my in a gushing wave as I coated her fingers and hand. She gave me a few last curling strokes before removing her fingers.

“That’s a gift for performing so admirably earlier. I have a a few errands to run. Pick up the place so we can continue this when I get back.”

“Can’t I come with you mistress?” I was fearful of being separated from her.

“You dare question me?”

“Sorry I overstepped mistress. You know best.”

“That’s right. Know your place pet. I won’t be too long.” She did a weird twisting motion with her hands and she was suddenly dressed in a short skirt and tight shirt combo complete with teal blue four inch heels and matching purse. Without another word she left the apartment.

I quickly set about making the place as clean as possible. I did dishes, swept, vacuumed and scrubbed until the place was spotless. Only an hour and a half had passed as a sank naked into one of my two kitchen chairs. For some reason I had avoided getting dressed as my mistress had shown a propensity for enjoying my nakedness. I decided to go to the bathroom to get my first look at the changes that had happened to my body. I’m sexy as hell was the first thought that passed through my brain. I examined my figure critically. I had nice soft features that showed subtle differences with my old self. My skin, which used to have a few pockmarks and a smattering of acne, was silky smooth and a creamy white which avoided the sun starved paleness I used to have. I now had light brunette curls which bounced down to my shoulders. The curls looked sleek and managed despite my lack of showering. Lowering my gaze I looked upon my teardrop breasts; I wasn’t an expert but they seemed to be around a c cup. I took them in my palms and hefted them experimentally.

The filled my hands with a nice firmness while still having a pillowing give to them. The hands cradled them were the same size as before but were thinner causing the fingers to appear longer and more graceful. ‘A pianist’s hands’ as my grandma would say. My waist was smaller and flared into nice bubbly hips and ass. My ass was relatively unchanged as it was still on the smaller side but still bounced in an unfamiliar manner as I took an experimental hop. I ran a hand down my thighs and I noticed that my new skin was silky smooth the lack of hair surprising me. I looked again at my hands and legs and it appeared I no longer had any secondary hair on my body. I couldn’t be sure but I thought that my legs might be proportionally longer than before. My eye level hadn’t changed so I guessed I still stood around five nine in height. I then started my first careful examination of my vagina. I peeled back the flowery folds as I looked into its pink depth. I pulled back the clitoral hood and got a good look at the tiny bunch of flesh that had me writhing in pleasure not too long ago. My inspection was interrupted as my phone broke the silence of my apartment. I answered the phone seeing it was my mother calling.

“Hello?” I tried to deepen my voice to disguise its new clear tones.

“Sydney is that you? You sound awful. No wonder you missed your grandfather’s birthday. Do you need someone to come over to see you?”

“No. I’ll be fine. No need to expose anyone else to the flu.” I lied as I decided to roll with her misunderstanding.

“If you’re sure. Just remember to drink lots of fluids and get some rest. Love you.”

“Love you too mom.”

I hung up the phone, slightly concerned with how to keep my changes secret from my family. If they discovered what happened to me they would ask a bunch of questions that would be very difficult to answer. There was even a chance that they would separate me from mistress and that was something I couldn’t allow to happen. I was contemplating my options as my front door opened and mistress entered carrying a variety of bags. I hurried to relieve her burden taking the bags of groceries to the kitchen. She favored me with a quick peck on the lips as I unloaded the groceries into the correct places around the kitchen. She pulled out a nondescript white bag from the bunch and threw it over by the bed. With another wave of her hand her clothes disappeared and she sauntered over to the couch.

She watched quietly, lounging on the couch as I hurried about the kitchen putting away all the food she had bought. I gathered up the plastic bags, tying them in a single bundle to take to the recycling place later. Mistress sat up as I approached her hope gleaming in her eyes. The hope quickly turned to pain as I laid myself down at her feet gently stroking her calves. I wanted to ask what I had done to cause her pain, but couldn’t do it. Instead I resolved to be the best slave I could for my mistress, I would see to her every need and want no matter the cost. She gently massaged my scalp from her elevated position, I relaxed with her constantly stroking of her hands sinking onto her legs as I pressed her calves between my breasts. She grasped my arm and slowly drew my form up onto her lap. We spent what felt like years tenderly embracing each other. After a particularly heated session of locking lips she gently picked me up from the couch and carried me to the bed. She laid me down and crouched at the foot of my bed. When she rose she had a nondescript white box in her hand. She tore the box open with a quick ripping motion and gently raised the light purple translucent object almost reverentially into the air. The dildo, as I quickly realized, looked about seven inches and was made of a rigid plastic. A familiar predatory face presented itself to me as she hefted the dildo experimentally testing its weight.

“Where would you like this honey? You have five seconds to answer before I get to choose.”

“Pussy,” I answered instantly, panting in anticipation.

She smiled at me lovingly as she gently teased my puffy folds with the bulbous head. She continued circling for a while, keeping constant pressure around my pussy but never actually penetrating. She paused her motion as she held the dildo an inch outside my now pulsating flesh. She gave me a little smirk, and I tensed slightly in anticipation of the glorious fullness to come. My eyes flew open as I felt its sublime penetration slide through my lips at the same time her tail had lashed out spearing my ass. I shivered at the exquisite sensation of both my ass and pussy being filled at the same time. Mistress started her relentless assault of my body as she penetrated my pussy while also gently massaging with the tip of her bulbous tail. I floated in a sea of exquisite ecstasy as I rode the plateau of pleasure. My mistress quickly developed a rhythm as she alternated insertions gently coaxing pleasure from my body. Her eyes glowed brightly in the dim room as she gently pleasured my body. All good things come to an end though. Eventually my body relinquished its control as I tipped over into the softest orgasm that seemed to continue forever without end. Mistress had stopped her ministrations at this point as she had crawled down onto the bed next to me. She gently caressed my face as the shutterings finally stopped. The combined heat of post orgasm tremors and her nearness comforted me as I drifted into a gently sleep. I’ve never been happier.

A week passed. A week filled with debauchery and caresses and sweet defilement. I happily fell further into the swirling maelstrom of passion that was my mistress. There were sad moments of separation when mistress would go out for an errand only to return with new toys to play with. Vibrators, gags, restraints, edible clothing mistress showed me the all the delicious flavors of pleasure that existed. Mistress had odd bouts of emotion that I couldn’t understand. She would angrily take my anal virginity one moment, and then weep quietly into the bed the next, desperately clutching a pillow to her chest. I shook these off as growing pains, convinced that we would be together forever. It was currently Sunday night, the one week anniversary of my transformation.

My mistress had just released an enormous load into my pussy. She had bent me over the kitchen table and taken me roughly from behind. Her furious strokes had cared nothing for the pain she had caused me. It hadn’t bothered me, I was happy to be useful to my mistress in any way she wanted. She stood over me as her cum leaked from my irritated pussy, a furious look on her face. Rage twisted her features from beautiful to terrifying. Her visage was that of all consuming rage as she lifted me up from the floor with one arm, her hand clenching my windpipe, closing it painfully. I hung limp in her grasp, bonelessly imitating a young kitten in the mouth of her mother. She examined my face closely, wrath filled eyes boring into mine as my body struggled to breath. Involuntary clenches came from my diaphram as I hung suspended in her grasp, endless trust shining from my eyes. I love you mistress. My vision narrowed in scope, the black encroaching on my vision until only her piercing cerulean eyes remained. She released her grasp as I fell to the floor gasping for oxygen. She weeped openly into her hands. Her fingers gently cradled her angelic features obscuring them from view. I wanted nothing more than to get up and comfort her, but my body was still recovering from almost asphyxiation.

“I can’t do it. I’m so sorry Sydney. I’m so sorry.” At least that’s what I thought she said, it was kind of hard to understand through the weeping. Her sobbing slowed as a tingly feeling flowed through my limbs, my body receiving the oxygen it desired.

“I thought I could be strong and do it myself but I couldn’t,” she stated. “I’m such a coward, but there’s no other choice. I stretched to rules as much as I could anyway. I’m sorry” She looked into my eyes her face etched with such desolation I almost flinched away from her.

“Sydney. Kill yourself.”

I shakily rose from the floor and stumbled into the kitchen to grab a knife from the a drawer. I lowered it to my wrist ready to bring it across the pale flesh in a quick motion.

“STOP!”

I turned to see mistress had stood up to. She was facing me with her hand outstretched toward me in desperation. Tears still flowed down her face in an unending flow.

“I can’t do that to you. Fuck the rules. Sydney, listen to me carefully. You need to run. You need to get far away from here and stay hidden in anyway you can. Men will be searching for you, don’t let them find you.”

I dropped the knife to the floor and walked over to mistress to hug her tightly to my chest.

“Anything you say mistress. Where shall we go first?”

Her tears redoubled. As she gently caressed the back of my head.

“We aren’t going anywhere. If I stayed with you now you would be found instantly. I can’t let that happen. This is goodbye forever sweety.”

Something snapped inside of me. I could hear the honest truth of her words. It felt like someone had jabbed an icepick in my brain. I stood stock still as mistress separated from me and trudged toward the door her shoulders slumped under the pressure of an invisible weight. This can’t be happening. Someone help. I’ll do anything. My mind reeled as I tried to think of a way to convince mistress to stay. I can help, but it’ll come at a cost. A voice resonated inside my brain. You have to give up control. I need to be me again. Do this and I can keep us with your mistress. The rational part of my brain I had thought dead, now rose from its hidden depths. Anything, I answered as I relinquished the reins to my body.

I shrugged my shoulders and cracked my neck as the lust retreated from the forefront of my mind. I had spent my time quietly observing ‘mistress’ actions. I knew what needed to be done I just didn’t know how to make it happen. A sharp tight feeling in my pelvis indicated my body responded to my needs without conscious decision. Well, that takes care of that. Now on the main event. I strode over to the quietly trudging woman my feet thumping heavily into the floor, my fists clenched in white knuckles at my sides. Right before she reached out for the handle of the door my hands clasped against her shoulders. She let out a small gasp of pain as her back impacted the door sharply.

Hey! Lust exclaimed. Trust me, I shot at her. Her glazed blue eyes lit up slightly as I grabbed her arms, fingers digging sharply into her golden skin. Hope gleamed in her as she stared into my raging visage.

“YOU WERE JUST GOING TO LEAVE.” I screamed into her face.

“Fuck that.” I accentuated my point by shoving me newly reformed manhood into her tight pussy. I started to pounding into her furiously, her creamy nectar coating my rod in delicious warmth. She was speechless as her back ground against my front door.

“You…fucked…with…my…life.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my raging member. “Then you were just going to leave.” I grasped one of her breasts in my hand mashing in my fist. Her supple flesh oozed out of my fingers slightly at the tightness of my grasp.

“Fuck you.” I pushed myself fully inside of her at this declaration, slamming our pelvises together. Tears slowly leaked from her eyes but she still hadn’t visibly reacted to my assault. Determined to get something out of her I lifted a breast to her mouth and created a tight vacuum around her nipple. Finally, her lips parted slightly as her breathing deepened. I was so close to losing control that when her arms gently slipped up and around my shoulders it jolted me out of my rhythm. My member surged as a spurted cum deep inside her depths for the first time. Her insides swirled in a cycloning motion that should be physically impossible, milking more cum from my…I dont have balls anymore. Where is the semen coming from? My thoughts swirled about in my brain, pleasure obscuring logical thought. Whatever. It came from somewhere as I leaned forward, my forearm resting on the door as I panting from the exertion. My dangling breasts gently brushing against her impressive bust as the wobbled in front of me.

“You did it. I thought you were gone. You did it. I love you.” She moved her hands at this point, they retreated back to caress my face.

Now for step two.

I shoved her hard, forcing myself back and away from her. I slid out of her with a wet sound as her pussy released its hold on me.

“No. You don’t get to say that to me. You took away my choice. You made me a slave.” My hands and arms shook in anger at this point a harsh growl deepened my tone. She tried to close the distance between us. I backed up to keep the separation. Mistress. Lust cried out. No. It’s my turn now. I growled back at her.

“I had no other opt…” My glare silenced her.

“Shut up. I did nothing to you. I hadn’t even seen you before. What could I have done to you that this was the appropriate response.” I gestured at my entire body. “I may not have had a great life but it was mine. You took that from me.”

“Please just listen to me…”

“I don’t want to hear it. Get out. Out of my apartment. Out of my life.”

Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she looked over at me desperately searching my face. Her posture sunk once more and her eyes sunk in the face of my resolute rage. Nooooooo. Part of me wailed. I ignored it as the beautiful creature stumbled out my front door closing it to firmly click in the silence of my apartment. I gave it a count of five before I let out my held breath in a long drawn out breath. She actually left. I’m glad. That gives us a chance.I took a deep breath and strode firmly into the unknown. I ripped open the door and sprinted the ten steps that separated me from my mistress. Your mistress? Lust asked. Our mistress, I replied. I relaxed the firm control I had of my psyche as I loosened the mental boundaries that restrained lust. The wanton creature in my mind surged forward mixing with the rational part until the two entities were indistinguishable. I was no longer who I had once been but I was okay with that. She had taken much from me but showed such gentle pleasures as well. I was no longer her slave, yet I still craved her touch, her presence.

The joining completed in the short time it took me to close the distance between us. I gripped her firmly from behind and she stiffened up. My breasts mashed firmly into her back with my still hard member slipping between her legs cradled by her puffy lips. It was a strange reversal of the time she first embraced me.

Her voice strained with confusion and a hint of hope. “What…why?”

“I had to know. I needed to be sure that what’s between us wasn’t a one way street… Did you mean what you said?”

It took her a moment to recall what she had said.

“Of course I did. I love you. It really was the only way. In order to be together…” The words rolled out of her, jumbling slightly in her race to explain things.

I quieted her by turning her and gently placing my lips against her own.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. For now let’s get back into my apartment before anyone sees us.” I looked around conspiratorially covering myself in feigned bashfulness. She embraced me tightly as we took some unsteady steps neither one of us releasing their grasp enough to move easily.

Her voice trembled slightly, “Is it us?”

I stepped away from her, looking at her critically and stroking my chin, seemingly in deep contemplation. I opened my mouth as if to speak before closing it comically, going back to scrunching my face. Miming consideration, I nodding and shaking my head as if weighing pros and cons. Her posture drooped as she fell for my ruse. I stopped toying with her and swept her into a one armed embrace, my laughter tickling the air with little peening sounds.

“Of course it’s us silly. I love you too.”

Her tail curled around my thigh possessively as we passed the threshold to my apartment closing the door behind us.

“However, it’s time we had a little chat about a certain something that happened to me last week.”

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE