Andrea and Rachel: Part I

Sec1: Modeling ----------~ MP: It'd been a tough half-hour, but bit by bit I'd managed to finagle a better and better deal. By the time we'd stopped, I'd grown completely confident I'd be able to talk down this MedUTech firm from their asking price....a lot. More to the point, I'd gotten the definite feeling that this negotiator had started...enjoying it when I started to make him buckle. A smile playing about my lips as I think about it; but even as I start my eyes flick back up to you. You've got the look about you that makes me think you're smart - but then, of course you are; from the introduction you'd been given I already knew you were some kind of scientist. Still, hardly a factor in the negotiation and therefore not a factor to me. Even still, I think to myself, it'd be best if I not have to deal with her next time. Straightening out my business suit as I give you a last courteous nod before gathering up my notes and preparing to head back to my office from the conference room. AL: *I watch the negotiations conclude with agreeable terms. I didn't speak the entire time and was more of a fly on the wall. I even sat just a bit outside of both of your lines of sight so I wouldn't interfere in the talks. My boss gathers his papers, taps them on his desk to put them in a nice stack, then puts them in his briefcase and gives you a final fare well before exiting the room. It's at this point I slide out of my seat, smoothing out my black slacks. I straighten the red tie I wear and close my sports coat over it to keep it from flailing around. I step over to you and give you a smile* That was very impressive work, Miss (for lack of a real name) Smith. You have quite the knack for this sort of business dealing. You wrestled him out of nearly 45% of the earnings. MP: (Rachel Atherton. And your name?) Giving you a fixed smile, trying not to let that irritation shine through. After all, I think to myself, Who the hell are you to patronize me like that? It's not like anyone asked *your* opinion. Still, I don't say any of it, that just wouldn't be proper. And yet I do find myself a little surprised to hear you throw out the number like that. At the back of my mind thinking that must be why you'd been sent along. "Umm, Thank you?" I finally respond, "I just was trying to work out what I felt was a fair deal for everyone. Nothing's set in stone just yet." AL: Now, now, don't be modest, Miss Atherton, you were very impressive. My boss isn't an easy man to squeeze money out of. He's very penny pinching. *I smile warmly at you then put my hand out* I was introduced at the start, but I don't expect you to remember since I didn't do anything. I'm Andrea Lee. I work in our company's R&D division. *chuckles* And I think you just cut our budget in half. MP: I'd still been looking for my way to simply exit the room. After all, the fact that you seemed to recognize what your boss hadn't -- that he was getting skewered here and was likely going to be talked down further -- was threatening my deal. But something about your tone makes me more curious than concerned about you. After all - if that's all your angle was then surely you'd be talking to him, not me? Looking down at you as I reach out to give your hand a shake, still feeling just a hint of that same irritation at the way you

continued to talk as though you could pass judgment on me. "Andrea." I say in an even voice, "Pleasure to meet you." "So - what's an R&D girl doing up here in the execs meeting?" I say coolly; perhaps putting just a hint more stress on R&D than necessary. AL: I requested to observe the meeting. Officially, I'm here in a research capacity. To watch physical stress levels for more realistic effects on our research. But I really just wanted to meet you. *I smile at you* I'm actually a big fan of your work. *I pause for a moment then push my bangs out of my face and hook some hair behind my ear* I mean your work outside of work. At the clubs. MP: I nod as I listen to your explanation, seems simple enough. Right up until the end. Without meaning to, without realizing it, my face flashes a momentary guilty expression before I quickly reign it back in. Realizing quickly you must just mean my overall image in the D/S scene. And yet at the back of my mind there's that nagging worry - just what does she know? Trying to maintain a totally even tone as I regard you yet again, my eyes studying your face, your hair, trying to think if I'd seen you. "Oh, well, always a pleasure to meet a young fan." I say with that same fixed smile. "Though I must say, Andrea, this really isn't the time or place for that sort of thing." AL: Oh, I know, and I do apologize for that. But, I can't honestly see us taking together normally and I just wanted to meet you as a person instead of that famous super domme your reputation precedes to everyone. *I smile warmly* And I must say, you haven't disappointed. You're every bit as charming and intelligent as I was lead to believe. I've seen you work on stage with many people. It was always fun to watch things happen. *I shift my weight from one foot to the other* I...uh...probably shouldn't mention this, but I was actually on stage with you once or twice. *I smile bashfully.* I wore a hood, of course, I was far too shy at the time to come out to all those people. And I was still exploring myself. But thanks to you, and seeing what you do and actually feeling it all, I know who I am now. And what I want to do. It's liberating to have such a strong sense of self. *I smile at you broadly, a big bright smile with pearly white teeth. Possibly natural, but with my work in R&D it's impossible to tell.* MP: A smile crosses my lips, feeling myself relaxing ... not realizing I hadn't been at ease before to begin with. Here I was fearing for the worst... instead I run into a subbie and a fan. Reaching out to stroke your cheek gently without really thinking about it. And to hear you talk, it's immediately clear to me that I'd really had quite an impact on you. "Well, my'dear, I'm glad to see you enjoyed yourself quite so much. It really is always a pleasure to meet an eager newcomer like yourself." I say warmly. And then it hits me, a brilliant idea -- here I have this gorgeous young girl, clearly submissive and what's more she obviously has some clout with MedUTech...how else was she able to weasel her way into this high level meeting? What better way to subvert her than maybe giving her what she so obviously wants? "So where is it you saw me, girl?" Instinctively sparing just a moment to glance by and make sure we were still alone. It was, a private conference room - but then never can be too sure these-adays.

AL: I usually frequent a club downtown called Head under Heels. you don't visit as much as you used to, but I think that's because when you frequented it more you had business dealings down that way. I've only seen you a handful of times since you stopped coming there. *I smile and don't resist your physical advances on me, but nor do I react to them in any usual way a sub would. I simply stand there and talk to you normally, almost like you're not touching me at all.* I don't know if you remember it, but it's mostly a lesbian club because of where it's located in town. There are a few men that frequent it, though. They seem to be fairly respected. MP: If I'd been a little more clued in I might have picked up on it - might have realized there was something off in the way you were reacting to me. But as it was I was too busy thinking about my own plan to recognize it. At the mention of 'business dealings' once more there's that involuntary moment of nervousness, but it quickly passes when I realize that you obviously must be talking about my dealings as one of the dommes in the dungeon. After all, how could you possibly know anything else. Still; between the vibe I'm getting from you here and the moments nervousness, I start to get the feeling that maybe this isn't my best idea. "Head under heels, hmm? Well I suppose I'll just have to keep an eye out for you next time I'm there, won't I?" I finish smoothly. AL: *I smile and raise my hand up, wrapping my fingers around your hand. I pull it from my face and stand there, just holding your hand as if we were a couple.* I would very much like that. *I pause for a moment, glancing at the door.* hm...*I seem to be thinking about something, rocking my head back and forth every so often* Say...would you be at all interested in seeing some of the work I do? MP: No. Not at all. I think to myself. Why should I care about her R&D work? "I really should get back to my office...." I start off, but then my voice trails off. There's something about the way your rocking back and forth. A strange sort of eagerness that's tempting beyond the simple idea of seeing what you're working on. Besides, I think to myself, it can't hurt to know exactly what her stake is in all this. "...this won't take too long, will it?" AL: Not at all. *I smile* We've made a lot of great advancements that we'll be releasing to the world pretty soon. Partnering with us is a good time now. When you get us the publicity we need, you're going to be even more wealthy. *I chuckle then turn and start walking to the door, still holding your hand* I think you'll be very pleased with a lot of our products. MP: Smiling as I follow along, recognizing a sales-pitch when I hear it. Still, it'd be nice to get a tour of this place while I was still here. Besides, for all my concern for getting back to the office there wasnt any real need or rush. Especially not with all the ground I'd gained from just this one meeting today. And so taking your hand I walk along with you, my briefcase in the other. AL: *I talk to you while moving through the building. I'm acting like a fan girl, but if we pass anyone, I smile and wave to them and skillfully deflect any conversations from

starting while progressing to our goal, my lab in the other set of buildings. We finally reach the R&D wing of the building. I swipe my ID card and enter a code into a digital lock on the door. As we pass by a few labs I give a brief description of some.* ...and this one's my lab. I have all the best toys here. *I grin and open the door to a very big white room. It's a mess, but not scattered with papers or anything, scattered about with technological devices and circuitry and wires and stuff of the like* MP: By the time we reach their my opinion about you had formed more and more. Where before I'd originally thought of you as a sharp girl, I'd grown more and more convinced that that was a mistake on my part. Sure you might be creative; but you were obviously just a subbie with a huge crush on me. Still, though I didn't quite realize it, I was most definitely enjoying the appreciation and so the idea of leaving slips my mind. Stepping into your room almost at once I feel taken aback. I'd been expecting a pristine lab environment.... this place seemed almost like a garage filled with gadgets. I try as best I can to mask my surprise as I step inside. Lifting a nearby gadget - "They give you your own lab space?" AL: It was one of the conditions I had when they asked to hire me. I needed a certain amount of pay, Specific days off with vacation and holidays off and reserved the right to work the holidays if I wanted. I needed a lab of my own to work on the projects they give me and any side projects I have. *I nod and step into the lab, seeming more comfortable now while walking over to one of the lab benches with many gadgets strewn about, some unfinished, some open with wires hanging out* MP: Nodding, sounded reasonable enough. Still there was something mysterious about this all. Instinctively looking for a place to sit as I straighten out my business suit. "And just what are these 'side projects' little one?" I AL: Well, I mainly have to work on medical research projects for the company. But while working on those they give me ideas for other things so my interest remains in the same general field of study. Like, for example, I worked on prosthetics for people who were without limbs. *I walk over to an obviously mechanical arm with very life like skin plating covering only parts of it.* This got me thinking about other cosmetic changes that could be made. *I touch a few wires and the mechanical fingers start moving about* MP: I let out a nervous laugh, "That sounds like something out of Star Wars." And yet as I look at the arm you're holding up I can't deny it's a pretty realistic looking prosthesis....well, the parts of it that are covered at any rate. "Still, it really is impressive what medical science can accomplish." I say, repeating one of the many slogans I'd heard all too recently. AL: *I nod* yes, it's very wonderful. *I put the arm back down and then walk to the end of the table and pick up a small ball with a flat bottom and two half circles on either side of it.* this is something that's ready for commercial use and will probably sell out quickly. *walking back over to you and showing it off*

MP: For the third time in as many minutes I find myself with questions. Reaching out as if to take it from you as I look it over. "What is it?" AL: It's really ingenious, if I do say so myself. *I grin proudly while you examine the device in your hands* Have you ever dyed your hair before, Miss Atherton? Wanted to just have a nice change of pace? Go a little darker or maybe a bit lighter? Or just wanted something new altogether? MP: "I can't say I have," still looking over the device, "After all, I'm perfect as I am, why should I ever want to change?" I say with practiced pomp. Running my fingers through my long black hair. "But even so." I say, lifting up what -to me- still seemed more like a paperweight than a device. "Even if I'd wanted to, surely you wouldn't expect me to believe that *this* could make that happen?" AL: Mhmm...and in a much more efficient way. *I pluck the paperweight from your palm and then walk behind you.* ok, hold still. *I raise the device above your head then push a button on one of the half circles on either side. I move it down the length of your hair as if I were combing it, but I don't ever touch you. After a few quick strokes I put the device down and smile then hold up a mirror to you with your new bright blonde hair* MP: As you swiftly move behind me I almost instinctively raise a firm hand to stop you, but I hesitate... after all; the situation is patently ridiculous. Whatever kind of weird dye you'd got would obviously not work on black hair, besides. So when I catch sight of my hair in the mirror it's all I can do to stifle a shocked yelp, instinctively reaching up to pull a strand in front of me; utterly flabbergasted. "Wha- bu-...this.. this is impossible!" Flipping around to look at you, "Oh my god - what's the trick? How on earth did you do that?!" Utterly astonished with what I'd seen. Only having glanced in the mirror for just a moment and so the image of me as a blondie not having sunk in. AL: Like it? It's really neat isn't it? *I grin proudly. To put it in laymen's terms, my machine sends a laser out to target the part of the hair that makes the hair color and replaces wit with a custom color. In this case blonde. *I smile wider* What actually makes this the superior invention, is that it can be a permanent change if you want. When it changes your color, it will be your natural color until the color is replaced by a new customized color. So people won't have to deal with gray hair unless they want to look distinguished. If teens want to have some outrageous streak in their hair, they won't have to waste their money buying the dye every month or so. MP: Nodding, definitely an impressed look on my face... but as I'm talking to you I can't help but keep glancing at the reflection staring back at me in the mirror. It's so unnatural that color on me...well, not exactly unnatural - but definitely disconcerting..distracting. When you start mentioning things like permanent change I start to feel just a tinge of nervousness. "That's really fascinating technology," I say, sounding very impressed, "But L..let's set it back to my natural color, girl." trying not to let the nervousness filter through in my voice.

AL: Sure, no problem, Miss Atherton.*I smile and start fiddling with the device, turning one of the half circles* Oh! hey, wait, let me show you another thing I've worked on for cosmetic changes. I think you'll really love it. *I walk away from you and put the device down on another counter leaving you sitting where you chose to before. I pick up another device. This one is in the shape of a gun with a cylindrical tank on the back and a pointed tub in where the barrel is* I think you'll really like this one. *I pick up two small discs and walk back over to you* MP: I open my mouth to say something, but don't quite manage to get any words out -your enthusiasm quickly stealing any chance I had to get any words out. I look up to see the mirror - figuring maybe you'd already finished... only to remember you'd been holding up the mirror for me to look in earlier. My hand goes up to try and once more bring around one of my locks to take a peek at my hair, but then the next moment there you are...with a bizarre contraption. This time there's a definite nervousness in my voice more than the curiosity. "Wh- what does this do?" the words coming out in a stammer as I feel out of my depth. AL: *I grin wide* I want this to be a surprise for you. I guarantee you'll love it. And, in your line of work, you'll get a lot of use out of it. *I look down at your chest* Um...would you mind un buttoning your blouse a little please? these discs need to connect to your chest. They help monitor your heart. MP: "L-look, Andrea" I say, using your name for the first time since I'd originally met you, "I.. I'm not so sure about this." I stammer. And yet despite my better instincts there's something about your eagerness that disarms any suspicion. Nervousness, maybe, but not suspicious as I tentatively undo just a button on my blouse. Looking up at you as I do... AL: Oh, come on, Miss Atherton, you can do a little more, can't you. *I smile* you can't be shy, I mean, I've already seen you wearing some pretty outrageous outfits at Head Under Heels, right? *I giggle a bit* come on, do a few more. I promise this isn't going to hurt you at all. MP: The way you talk down to me makes my temper flare up as I look at you. I can tell you're just being playful and yet the way you're talking it's like the way you'd encourage a child. "I'm not shy, Andrea." I say firmly as I finish unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lacy scarlet-red bra underneath. [[akin to: http://www.pamperedpassions.com/lingerie-brands/axami/axami-bra-831/ ]] AL: Oo! You're wearing something pretty sexy to work, Ms. Atherton. *I giggle looking at your bra.* Expecting a little action later today? *I slide

my hands into your blouse and then unhook your bra without your permission* It's to sexy to damage so let's loosen it up a bit ok? *I smile at you, my arms still in your shirt, your bra now undone, but hanging off your shoulders. I then pull back and grab the discs* MP: "H-hey," I start, as your hands all too boldly go over my body. But I don't finish the thought, finding it difficult to interrupt your enthusiasm. My hands start to come up as if to maybe stop you as you come back with the discs, eyeing the contraption with a sense of apprehension. There's something about the way that you'd had the gall to tease me that makes me want to show you up...but as you move to put them in place I can't resist it. "A...Andrea - I..I'm not so sure about this." AL: Oh, nonsense, Rachel, I'm sure about it so it's alright. *I nod, my argument not exactly addressing your concerns but I seem to consider it valid. I place the discs just over either of your nipples. I then lean back and pick up the odd looking gun* This will be excellent. *I then place the barrel on one disc, squeeze the trigger. The tube in the back seems to empty out a white substance, but it doesn't pour out onto you or drip anywhere else. I do the same thing to the other disc and smile widely* alright! ready! MP: I once more find myself not sure just what to say, and next thing I know you're busily working the strange contraption. The whole time I'm expecting whatever that white stuff is to squirt out at any moment...but nothing. Misunderstanding your 'ready' for a question I slowly nod. "W...what is that stuff?" AL: It's synthesized fat. It's going to replace silicone in a much better way. *I tap a button on both discs then grab the gun and twist a dial on it's side. There's a tingle in your nipples and then you feel something inject into your breasts. Like getting a shot and feeling the medicine push into your veins. close to 20 seconds later, your breasts expand jump to D cups. * Oh wow, your body can accommodate the synthesis pretty well. Usually the discs beep and stop at C-cups. Have to wait a day or so before we can upgrade once more. I'm impressed, Rachel. *I grin wide* MP: I nod listening, not quite understanding, but then putting two and two together .. only in time to start feeling my tits getting larger and larger - "H-hey wa..wait!" I say suddenly, starting to get up becoming more than a little nervous as the simple action makes a real bouncing sensation come, quickly looking back down. "Wha -- what... Oh my God! Andrea -- what on earth have you done to me?!" I say, my voice a cross between a scream and abject nervous panic as I look down. AL: Isn't it great? With this you can customize a human doll in whatever way you want. *I smile walking over to you* And the synthetic fat has a...um...how do I put this in a way you'll understand...? Oh, I know, it's like memory foam pillows. The pillows contour to more comfortable shapes. the synthetic fat mixes with your body's natural fat and stays in your chest so you don't have to worry about inadvertently becoming obese. Plus...*I bring my hand up and bounce your breasts in my palm* They have a slight antimagnet attached to every cell so when your breasts bounce, it doesn't put as much strain on you. You could do jumping jacks for hours and not feel a thing with such heavy boobs. *I giggle*

MP: I wanted to say 'but I'm not a doll', but that thought gets lost as you continue talking, "B..but it's not permanent, Right? Andrea - I.. I don't mind my breasts being a little bigger but.." my words again getting cut off as you go on about the way they'll be bouncy. Inadvertently blushing as you start jiggling my breasts ... calling them boobs. "Stop that." I say a little too panicky-y, my hands going up to try to guide yours away. AL: It doesn't have to be. *I chuckle, still playing with your breasts. I pull off the disc from your nipples and put them on the desk.* With the introduction of the synthetic fat, a regulation implant is planted. We can control your cup size by remote. You have to wait for the synthetic fat to mingle with your natural fat so we don't accidentally make your flat chested. MP: "S..so how long am I gonna have to look like this?" I stammer, quickly starting to stand up as I yet again try to fend off your insistent hands. Trying to look for the mirror so I can assess the damage. AL: Not long. Maybe an hour or so. That should be long enough. *I smile moving my hands away from you then stepping back, letting you go to the mirror on your own* But don't worry, you don't look anything like you usually do so nobody's going t o recognize you if you're seen so your identity is safe. *I walk over and pet your head* I think you look so pretty, Rachel.

Sec 2: All Dressed Up ----------~ MP: I'd have been more angry if I wasn't so overcome with worry - only half hearing what you say as I stare at the nearby mirror. Still dressed to the nines from the negotiation I'd handled so well this morning, with my elegantly styled Steve-Madden heels and designer black trousers fitted perfectly to my figure...except that's where the look seemed to just end. While not small, my breasts had been "unremarkable" simple B-cups. Staring back at me in the mirror I can't help but gasp in surprise at the enormous pair that seemed to almost burst out bouncing from my chest. My unclasped scarlet-red bra far too small to contain them. Heck, I'm not even certain I'd be able to button the blouse closed. As I look in the mirror taking in the long cascading bright blonde curls framing my face. Looking like some kind of parody of myself, my cheeks blushing at the image in front of me, tearing my face away to look squarely at you - "I... I can't believe you did this to me. Andrea, change me back. You have to change me back now! Please, I can't look like this." AL: Oh, relax, Rachel. *I smile at you and stroke your hair gently* It's all temporary You can go back to being your normal boring self in about an hour. I could change your hair back right now...um...but...*My eyes fall to your chest* I think you might want to keep it for a bit...until I can change that back. *My eyes move back up to your face.* I mean, after all, If anyone recognized you, I think your reputation would be in jeopardy. So just relax and wait it out. You might even find you enjoy being blonde. *I chuckle then raise my other hand up and bounce one of your breasts* Besides, you haven't mentioned how ingenious this customization is. MP: I feel a flick of annoyance growing in me as I look down at you - the way you're disregarding what to me is such a serious problem. Part of me wants to wipe that smile right off your face; but just a glance at the bizarre contraption that did this to me and it hits me -- I need your cooperation right now. As I feel your fingers running through my hair the feelings intensify. Torn between my desire to stop you and my needing to keep you in a good mood. And so I force myself to endure, feeling all the more patronized for it. Just as I slump down into the chair I feel your hand boldly playing with my tits; hand moving up to stop you and then...restraining myself as I blush, feeling terribly vulnerable. "I...it's impressive technology." I stammer as I look up at you. AL: Isn't it? *I smile widely* I knew you'd like it. I actually developed it partially because of you. At Head Under Heels, I notice you have a particular preference for well endowed women. *My hand stroking your hair slides down your long golden locks and then cups one breast as my other hand mirrors the action* Personally, I do too, but I hate implants. They look good in clothes, but when you get their bra off...it looks unnatural, you know? *I look back up at your eyes* but with my invention it's all pretty much natural. Plus, once the synthetic fat has mingled enough with your chest fat, you can adjust the size to your own discretions. *I grin squeezing your breasts and bouncing them in my hands* It was difficult figuring out how to make micro anti gravity devices, but once that hurdle was over come, the bust control invention was all the better for it. Now you don't have to even wear a bra.

*I chuckle and run my thumbs against your nipples, before pulling my hands away from your body and stepping back* MP: It's the most bizarre contrast of sensations as you continue to talk to me - almost casually. As if this were a totally normal conversation...except the whole time your hands are busily running over me. I almost start to demand you stop, but then remember I'm trying not to antagonize you as I nod back; your gaze holding mine. When your hands toy with my nipples I can't suppress a short gasp from escaping -- it's undeniably true -- no sensation lost at all. I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts. Trying to shake off that bizarre feeling running through me. My hands going to try and start doing up my top as I talk to you. "Indeed. I -" *clearing my throat, as I once more try to take on that sharper tone I'd had this morning, "I suppose I can see how that would have its advantages. To tell you the truth, I had no idea just how sophisticated MedUtech's projects were. I'm surprised your marketing man didn't bring this up in the negotiations" My fingers trying to do-up my blouse as I talk, not wanting to present quite so lewd a picture. AL: *I let you button yourself up, or rather, I let you try to. Your blouse is obviously too small for you now, but I don't call attention to it. Deciding it would be more entertaining to watch you come to that conclusion on your own.* It's unfortunate, but these are unofficial devices. I guess they're technically still in the beta testing stage, but I can assure you they work perfectly well, or else I wouldn't have demonstrated them on you. *I smile leaning back, seeming very sure of myself* But on paper they're still beta tested and you can't put first stage technology up in negotiations. A reasonably intelligent person would just rip the whole notion apart. Can you imagine if we brought up one of our headache drugs and mentioned it was still in early testing? You would have used that as an excuse to find all manner of fault with it. 'What side effects does it have? You don't know? well, I can't be expected to invest in a drug I know nothing about, can I? I mean, what if it ends up making the subject grow a third arm? The headache's gone, sure, but now they've got a shrunken head!" *I shake my head, amused by my own ramblings* No...we couldn't bring these up in negotiations or you would have used it as a weapon to give us less money. MP: "Well yes.. I suppose I would have." I say just a bit contritely. Not liking the way you're talking down at me, carrying yourself like you have all the cards. But then, you *do* have all the cards I think to myself, which surprisingly doesn't make it any better. My fingers begin struggling to tug the last two buttons of the blouse closed as I finish talking. The struggle continues only a few moments more before I give up on it entirely, looking down. As frustrated as I am with my appearance even I can't suppress a small laugh at just how comical it looks. The few buttons I'd managed to close around my midsection threatening to pop-off with my eye-popping cleavage still bursting at the seams. Growing more frustrated by the moment I look up as if looking for a clock, "This is just ridiculous, how much longer will it have to stay like this?" I say haughtily, my eyes flitting for just a moment to the window before looking back at you demandingly. Trying to preserve what dignity I can, though realizing for the first time that maybe I was lucky that I wouldn't be easily recognized by any old passerby. AL: Oh, just an hour or so, depending on your body's metabolism. I imagine it might take a

few extra minutes for you since your bust went out so big. *I smile and pat your head* It's really impressive. I've only tested this on one other person who was bigger than you. Her breasts were enormous. *My eyes fall to your chest and I tilt my head. I seem to concentrate my attention on your blouse. I look away from you, toward the back of the lab* Well...I can see how you might be uncomfortable like that...I suppose I could set you up wit ha change of clothing...but...um...*glancing back to your face* ...you might not like the selection. MP: I move to swat away your hand, not realizing till after I'd done it just how petulant it looked like I was acting. Reacting in an almost childlike manner to your petting. As I hear your offer I look you over for a moment, we don't have even CLOSE to the same build - so the idea that you might have clothes that would fit me seems strange. Still, I nod - almost eagerly - "It's gotta be better than this jack-in-the-top." I say boldly as I start to stand up, feeling more self-conscious than I'd have expected from your attention on my bust. AL: Well, alright then. It certainly better than nothing. ...some of it. *I remark then shrug, noncommittally and walk in the direction I was previously gazing. I walk ahead of you and pull a curtain hanging on a rail attached to the ceiling to the side to reveal a space for a bed. Instead of the bed, however, is a small bench on the wall, with a trunk underneath it. Off to the side is a small rack of clothing, filled to capacity. Actually, it looks almost like its overflowing.* Ok let's see if we can find something for you here. MP: I step forward, wanting very much to take charge, but even as I do I find myself naturally falling into line behind you. I'm very much in your territory here; I don't know where things are or what's what. With the exception of some basic things every third surface seems to be some new contraption of yours. And so once more I find myself standing with my hands in my pockets, flipping my blonde hair back behind my shoulders. I could almost swear it feels different somehow - as if it were longer or heavier; but then that's impossible. I think to myself After all, I'd seen it just a moment ago. AL: *I walk over to the rack of clothing and start to fight my way through the section. Sometimes I pull something out, then struggle to put it back on the rack if I decide against it* Let's see...I was thinking you could wear a corset, but...*I glance down at your chest* ...I think enough attention will be called to your cleavage as it is...*I return to my browsing* hm...I don't know if there's anything here that will fit you... MP: Growing more and more angsty as I shift on my feet; feeling very exposed with my breasts as they bounce out of the top. It's like I've been stuck here for hours and hours though without a clock it's impossible to tell how long it's actually been. But the worst thing was the growing feeling of being totally at your mercy. Subconsciously feeling very much like a child waiting for their mother to pick something out for them. "Well hurry up I can't just hang around like this!" AL: Hm...very true. *I nod then take a step away from the rack* These are clothes from other subjects I've tested this on. As I said before, only one other subject had a bigger bust. I was...unprepared for such a large expansion. *I run my fingers through my hair and

contemplate something else* Well...I ran into the same problem with her...which got me thinking about something else...*I turn my gaze back to you* I wonder...would you be at all interested in helping me test out a little device I've worked on for just this problem? MP: That makes me legitimately nervous, taking a step back. If I'd been in the same mindframe I was in when I first walked in here I'd have flat-out refused you, even told you off for your boldness. Hell, you'd be lucky if I hadn't even given you a bit of a smack for it - how dare you, a subbie for god's sake - even THINK I'd want to be your guinea pig?! But I wasn't in that mindframe...not at all. I don't even realize it in your searching expression just how much I was off kilter as I start thinking about it, "Wh...what kind of device?" I say, my voice hooded with suspicion, but more nervous than outright angry or selfrighteous. AL: Well, it's nothing insidious, I mentioned I ran into this problem before with a woman who was bigger than you...I decided to make a sort of one size fits all clothing machine. *I glance back at you* But I haven't yet had the chance to test it out a whole lot so it's only got a few...um...outfits programmed into it. It should work properly enough...it's just...you won't exactly have a large selection... MP: "So - basically just a dressmaker?" I say perhaps a tad hesitantly. Figuring that you probably are just concerned that I won't have my proper business attire - after all, if you've tried this on other people you probably were just trying to come up with basic streetwear. MP: Besides I think to myself, it's only for a little while - then she'll get me out of this ridiculous body and I can simply change back. AL: Something like that...*I say and then step over to the bench. There's a small circular device on it. It's a little bulky, but no bigger around than the size of my hand. I pick it up and then walk back to you* you're going to have to undress, though. It doesn't work if you're already wearing clothes. It creates mismatched feedback and can't work. MP: I kind of nod, that makes total sense to me. Have to get undressed before you can change, right? Easily slipping out of my top and neatly laying it on the nearby desk along with my suitpants. My well toned body rippling with power....and new breasts bouncing almost embarrassingly eagerly. It's not until I see them bouncing that I start to feel a little self conscious. Feeling decidedly small being undressed in front of you while you were still dressed up in the same business attire I'd seen you in back at my office. Pushing back that thought, "Alrighty! Let's hurry this up." AL: *I nod* Of course. *I then walk over to you, examining your naked body with the round device in my hands. I put it toward your body, hovering over it just a bit and seem to be trying to decide where to put it. I move it from your chest to your hips to your leg and ultimately shrug and put it on the side of your hip.* Alright, hold still while it takes your measurements and initializes the appropriate sizes. *I hold it against your hip and push a few buttons on it, or what can assumed to be buttons. It doesn't appear to have any

distinguishing features. A moment later you can feel it hum against your thigh and a slight tingle runs all through your body* MP: It's not an unpleasant sensation...not exactly. But as I stand there I can't help but feel more and more helpless. Like a lab rat. Before long I'm closing my eyes and just hoping it goes on faster. And yet despite myself I can't help but be impressed with just how many light years ahead your technology seems to be. Sure, body scanning was nothing new, but at this level of miniaturization? It's really incredible. I try to mention something about it, but the compliment kinda comes out more muddled than I'd meant it to. AL: *I ignore the unskillful way you present the compliment and take it as an opportunity to chat up my invention* Yes, I think this little gem will be quite popular. It will certainly revolutionize the clothing industry. once I figure out how to get it smaller, I can start working on customizing the shell and then it will be so much more stylish. I intend for this part, *Tapping on the circle while it hums against you* to look a little like a tattoo or some sort of accessory. That way no attention is called to it and the focus remains on the clothes. I think in this case, however, it's going to look like a piece of the belt you'll be wearing. *The humming stops* Ah. It's done. Alright, Rachel, hold still a moment longer. *The device starts whirring more intently than before and hen you can feel something cool running over your body. It feels like water and, indeed, seems to move like water. A black liquid substance creeps across your body, covering it entirely, as if you were wearing a latex catsuit. I tap a few buttons and the black liquid shifts and changes form. Moments later you are wearing a pink latex tank top that does very little to hide your breasts. Oh it covers them alright, but your breasts still spill out through the sides and are held together tightly causing a lot of cleavage from the top. Your hips are wrapped in a very short skirt which doesn't even cover your entire ass. Your height is pushed up when your legs suddenly find themselves in knee high platform stripper heels* there. All done. *I smile happily* MP: [[I'm picturing something akin to

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MP: It's a bizarre feeling at first - though undeniably pleasant as the cool material slips and slides over my bared body. As I open my eyes, I'm certain that I'm going to find myself in a fullsized black catsuit. That's probably why she was so concerned, I think to myself, she didn't want me to be in such a nondescript outfit. But as the process completes my reassurance quickly flies to horror as I feel the outfit adjust around me. The top leaving so little to the imagination as it moulds itself against my bulging breasts that I can't help but let out a shriek, jumping back a step; the simple action nearly making me tumble on my newfound teetering platform stripper heels. My face is red with humiliation and fury as my long blonde hair and huge tits flow freely from the slight movement, feeling the cool air of the room against my bare ass. The clothes are so tight it's as though they were molded specifically around my body, with no obvious signs of any seams, zippers or buttons at all. Of course, I'm too furious to notice that, rounding on you at once - standing easily a full foot taller than you between my natural height and these heels as I bellow in abject rage and terror "WHAT THE HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS~!?" AL: What do you mean? *I ask innocently.* I told you, this device fits things on your perfectly. But, as I said before, it's still being tested so there's a very limited number of options available. This is the best one. Another one has a see through top and a thong, There's one that has just a pair off boots and a corset, there's one that has a collar and leash and restrains your arms and legs to force you to walk like a dog, and there's the default that puts you in a fullbody catsuit. I felt like that one would be the least appropriate seeing as we're at work. MP: "B-but THIS--- this is some kind of STRIPPER outfit! I - " sputtering and fuming, growing more and more humiliated by the moment, I whip around to go to where I'd left my previous outfit, but almost at once make a rookie mistake -- not used to wearing such

tall slutty platform heels -- of taking far too large a step. Moments later I'm grabbing onto the nearby wall for balance, feeling all the more embarrassed. "God this is so humiliating." I fume furiously, "Look - surely it's been an hour by now? I'd say your devices certainly seem to work. Let's see about getting me back to normal." Trying my best to maintain my self-righteous anger...not letting my embarrassment show. AL: It's only been about 20 minutes, Rachel. I told you, relax. This whole thing is only temporary. You just have to grit your teeth and bare it. *I smile and help you back up to your feet. My hand moves down and pats your ass from under the skirt* Besides, you look really cue like this. Like a Barbie doll. *I chuckle at you*

Sec 3: Hello, Kimmy. MP: Blushing furiously - getting more defensive as I yell at you, but not realizing as I do just how much I'm letting you get under my skin...how much I'm letting the situation get to me. The way you carry yourself like you have total authority bit by bit worming its way into my subconscious making me feel more and more childish by comparison. And so even as I start yelling furiously - shouting obscenities at you about 'patronizing me' and even putting my hands on my hips to declare I am *NOT* some stupid barbie doll! Thundering on about how "I'm not some stupid little teenager to be talked down to, *girl*!" Even as I do all of that, the dawning realization starts to come over me just how much I'm throwing a tantrum, at once feeling all the more embarrassed.. And in my own anger with your patronizing attitude, it doesn't even occur to me that without any clock to tell time you could easily be lying about the twenty minutes. Instead, I start doubting myself: how could I have been so far off? AL: *I reach out and start petting your head, running my fingers through your hair. Grinning wide, loving how you act so childishly* Relax, Rachel, no need to be so embarrassed. Even if someone happens by and sees you, they would never think you are Rachel Atherton. They'd think you were just some girl I hired for testing. Why not take the opportunity to be someone else? I mean, you look way different now than before. Who's going to know? MP: For what feels like the tenth time I reach up to push your hand away. But this time, it's not as simple as before. It's difficult enough balancing on these heels when I'm standing still, doing it while trying to shove you away...and while your free hand is bracing me in place to boot...it's even more difficult. And so I soon abandon the attempt. Feeling more and more powerless to stop you as you slip behind me. I try to continue being obstinate...but at this point I'm getting more and more tired out. ....and it does feel relaxing to have you running your hand through my hair. My long blonde hair. I think with a shudder. But as you continue running your hand a sigh escapes my lips as I take a breath out without quite having meant to. AL: You know, you do have such lovely hair now, Rachel. We could brush it and do something with it. *My fingers slipping through your long cascading golden hair.* We could put it up...Put it in a pony tail...braid it...oh, you know what would look the best? Pig tails. *I nod confidently* Pig tails would look absolutely stunning on you. *I smile, keeping you propped up while my fingers run through your hair, tracing my tips along your scalp ever so gently* MP: Pig Tails? I think angrily, my lips forming a pout before I quite realize it. I start protesting - telling you off about something or the other, how my hair is NOT some kind of toy for you to mess with. But as your fingertips weave in and out of my silky locks, the pads pressing soothingly on my scalp I can practically feel the stress dripping away. After a few moments I hardly even remember just what it was I was telling you off about, as I slowly make my way back to where I'd been sitting earlier. Sheepishly, "L..look Andrea we...we really don't need to do all this. I... I mean we can just set my hair back, right?"

AL: *I stand behind you while you sit down and continue stroking your hair. My fingers running through your long blonde locks, pulling and grouping your hair onto different sides, setting you up to have them put in pigtails* Well, that wouldn't look good at all...besides, if we set your hair back, someone might catch a glimpse of who you actually are. you wouldn't want that, now would you? MP: "W...well no. I mean - yes; I.. I want to go back to looking like myself." I stammer out, what the hell has gotten into me? I think furiously, ill-realizing it's just the combination of things overwhelming me so much -- my suddenly obscenely slutty attire. I'd have almost been more comfortable naked than wearing such a wantonly slut outfit. As I talk to you, my hand runs over my outfit, as if searching for some sign of a zipper or button I might use to get out of it, but there isn't any. Staring across the room at my professional business outfit longingly, but my body not seeming to want to cooperate with me to move away from your continued touch. AL: *I continue moving your hair about and pink up a pair of pink scrunchies. Soon they are both fixed on the sides of your head with hair pointed out. You look like Cheerleader barbie. * there! you look so pretty now, Rachel. *I smile wide at you, raking my fingers down your back while I show off your new hairdo in the mirror* MP: I'd been so caught up in trying to figure some way out of this predicament that for a while I actually lost sight of how busily your hands had been working through my hair. It's not until I catch the obscenely pink scrunchy - the shade matching the push-up tanktop all too well. My hand moves to stop you from daring to put that in my hair, but I feel a hot flush of embarrassment as you practically ignore it, brushing my hand aside like a little kid. The sensation of humiliation growing more and more intense as you have the audacity to talk down to me again. But when I see my reflection in the mirror, my jaw drops in shock totally aghast. "O--oh my god wh..what have you done to me?!" I say shocked, a trace of anger in my voice AL: I told you, Rachel, I made you prettier. *I say a little sternly, as if I don't like repeating myself. My hands continue to move about your body, fingertips dancing about your back, up your neck, stroking your hair* But, sadly, it looks like we only have another half hour before we can change you back to normal. MP: My body reacts to the stern-ness in your voice. Instinctively turning around to look at you, the desire to smack you coming instinctively to me. But the moment I'm looking at you I feel a sudden wash of a completely unexpected emotion...fear. My feet practically stumbling at the sudden turn, the unfamiliar sensation of my new heaving tits bouncing in the tight tanktop. I feel so exposed...and that makes me feel all the more vulnerable in front of your obvious confidence. My voice immediately taking on a more meek tone "P..please Miss; I... I feel really weird like this." AL: Oh, don't worry, sweet heart, you look beautiful. *I smile and stroke your cheek softly.* You don't have too much longer to wait now. I tell you what, why don't we go get

something to eat? That ought to kill some time. *I caress your cheek gently but seem to hesitate* hm...but...you can't really act like you usually do...I mean, someone might recognize your voice if you're as aggressive sounding as you normally are. *I tap my chin* hmm...what to do... MP: I feel my skin crawling inside - wanting more than ever to really lay into you. As you continue to talk down to me, seeing myself in the mirror making me feel more and more like a little girl. Like the overly-sexualized little girl my bright pink pigtails seem to scream that I am. And so even as I forcefully shove your hand away. "Don't TALK to me like that!" my lips form a pouting expression as I cross my arms over my chest. AL: Rachel, big girls don't throw tantrums. *I speak the words without any hint of malice, but I do seem to fling them at you. Like a mother speaking to a disobedient child. I shift my weight to one leg and lean back on my heel, folding my arms over my breasts giving you a stone faced look. MP: "Th- that's MISS Atherton to you you ... you.. you little BRAT!" I shout furiously, "Don't you dare talk down to me!" Having to look up at you from where I'm seated, feeling smaller by the moment as my voice starts to lose some of its fire. "N--now this this.. this little game has gone on long enough. I want to wear something more proper than ...than THIS." I say motioning towards my outfit as I cross my arms over my chest looking up at you defiantly. The motion causing my breasts to bounce from above my folded arms. It's not until I catch sight of that that I start to feel all the more awkward and embarrassed. The sight of me in the mirror making me feel all the more like a big blonde bimbo. Moment by moment feeling that fury wilt under your stern look. AL: Don't you back sass me, young lady! *I snap back at you, my voice strong and authoritative. I stick my finger in your face as if I were telling a dog 'no.'* If you continue to misbehave, I'm going to be forced to punish you. This is your last chance, Rachel. Are you going to be a good girl? MP: I feel overwhelmed with surprise at the bizarre turn of events - at the way that I was now being actually told off like a no-account sub! Worse than that, like a misbehaving TEENAGER! And yet, feeling as bizarrely out of place as I was that really was getting to me. I'd been a domme far too long to be easily intimidated and yet as you talk down to me I feel myself shuddering, my voice catching in my throat as I try to tell you off, unwilling to cooperate with you. But rather than the confident, authoritative refusal I'd wanted to show you, all I really manage to worm out is to cross my arms and shake my head. Feeling incredibly stupid as soon as I finish at the sight of my pigtails bobbing in the mirror....realizing I'd allowed you to talk down to me like I was a teeny-booper and even responded to you! AL: Very well then. *I sit down on the seat next to you, grab your arm and yank your entire body over my lap. I don't even give you a chance to get a sense of what's happening, I just put one hand on your back to keep your down and my other hand cuts through the air and starts spanking you. WHACK WHACK WHACK, echoes in my large lab.*

MP: As you take a seat, I find myself following you, thinking that I'd managed to stand up to you, though still quite unnerved at my own reflection. When your hand grabs mine I only have a moment to resist your tug, before I'm totally knocked off my heels - "H- h hEY!" I start to yell in surprise ... but my surprise quickly turns to outright horror as I feel you all too easily pull up the micro pink skirt. The sheer outrageousness of the situation making me twitch and turn under your incessant blows. At first screaming obscenities at you indignantly but quickly growing so mortified with embarrassment that my mind seems to just shut down and run in circles. Feeling more and more like a little girl being disciplined as I start squealing demanding..then pleading for you to stop AL: *My hand hits your fleshy ass in all the right spots to send shockwaves through your body. SMACK SMACK SMACK!. Finally my finger tips brush the red areas of your ass and my other hand starts petting your hair* Now, have you had enough, young lady? MP: As your hand starts stroking my hair I feel an almost involuntary breath of air escaping my lips, the barest hint of a whine dying on my lips. The pain wasn't so bad...not really. I'd endured far worse before. But somehow this 'hurt' more than I'd felt before - my mindset being simply too far off-balance to brace myself for the shame I felt. When I hear you talking down to me yet again my first instinct isn't to tell you off for referring to me like a little girl...but to whimper and nod as I yet again desperately try to wriggle out of your lap despite the way your hands have the perfect angle to keep me pinned. AL: Good girl. *I smile, and lean forward, planting a kiss on the side of your head* Are you going to do as your told now? I don't want to have to punish you again, sweetheart. *My fingertip brushing along the curves of your ass* MP: Shivering as I lay in your lap trying not to succumb - to hold on to my own defiance, but finding it almost impossible to not feel a modicum of comfort from the way you're talking to me or the sensation of your fingers. Whimpering as I nod and start trying to stand up. AL: Good girl. *I smile and let you slip off my lap. I watch your reaction when you finally stand up and have to look at me. I just sit there, crossing my legs with a warm smile, like nothing ever happened.*

Sec 4: Lunchtime. -------------MP: No sooner do I get to my feet than I quickly start to straighten my skirt, backing away just a little bit - reminded at once of just how hopelessly short it is...the too-bright pink material of the outfit and my long bobbing blonde pigtails making me feel more and more unnerved. Trying to get a grip on myself, but unable to stop my mind from running away with itself...and the thoughts of how I'd just gotten spanked like a little girl!! How was I so helpless? Had your machines done something to me?! For a moment it crosses my mind to ask to be set back aright, but as I look at you the boldness drips away, feeling filled with dread at the thought of asking you...and what you might say. AL: *I slide out of my chair and smile cheerfully.* alright! Let's head on over to the cafeteria and grab something to eat. It might help speed up the process. Maybe kick your body's metabolism into working harder if it's digesting something. *I turn and start striding to the door* MP: Standing there as I look at you, trying to work up the nerve to demand I be set back. Once I'm out of this ridiculous get-up, I'll show her! I'll teach her a lesson!! I think furiously but the moment you stand up my thoughts just drop off, the horror of what you're suggesting really sinking in: surely I can't go out dressed THIS obscenely!? Taking mincing steps as best I can in the teetering shiny black platform heels "P-p -please Andrea I... I really really really..." AL: *I shoot back a glance, cutting you off* Hurry up, Rachel, I want to get something to eat. Oh! *I stop at the door, and fold my arms under my breasts and seem to be lost in thought. As if an idea just occurred to me.* I can't really refer to you as Rachel...can I? I mean the whole point we can go out with out any fear is because you look almost nothing like you usually do but there is still a resemblance...hm...if someone hears your name they might put two and two together...*I look back at you, scanning your body then look you in the face as I open the door without looking at it* Well, come along Kimmie, time to go get something to eat. MP: I was with you at first.... right up until I hear your choice of nickname. Furiously coming up behind you -- only to find myself having to do it in tiny 'sexy-steps' with these platform boots. "H- hey! Kimmie? That's a stupid little girls name! Can't you just call me Raven?" I say - referring to one of the few aliases I've gone by in my nightlife. AL: *I arch an eyebrow* you want people to associate...this...*motioning to your entire body* With a dominant persona you take on in a BDSM club? *I run my fingers through my hair peering out the door then glance back at you* You know, I'm not the only one who frequents those sorts of places...you really should be more careful who you mention that sort of thing to. The ones who go there are pretty ok...but some of the bosses are really conservative. *I slide my hand down your body and give your butt a small slap to pop you out the door* Now hurry up, Kimmie, we're going. *And with that, I step out of the door,

close it, letting the automatic lock whir to life and do its job, and then start casually walking down the hall* MP: "Well at least something not so - girly-girl! I'm a domme for god's sake!" I say angrily, though bit by bit I'm becoming practically whiny about it. That's when I feel the smack - "H - hey!" I say quickly, looking back at the door sealing behind me when I realize with a start just how stuck I am -- not having the first clue how to get around this place or how I could ever explain my ridiculous appearance. "Hey wait"! I squeak as I quickly start trying to catch up with you. AL: you have to hurry, Kimmie, or I'm going to leave you behind. *I keep walking, slowing my pace just a little bit, almost imperceptibly. I make my way down the hall, ignoring pretty much everything you whined about and still referring to you as Kimmie. We do pass a few people on our way, and every single one gives you a strange look. You're obviously out of place here. MP: At the first sight of other people, all that embarrassment and self-consciousness I'd first felt when I saw my reflection in the absolutely ridiculous outfit you'd dolled me up in comes rushing back. Glaring at the first two people as if to tell them to stop staring. But by the time the third, and the forth come I start really wishing I could somehow disappear; feeling more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed. It'd have been so easy if I could just go up to them and show them how wrong they were about me. But doing that would mean getting on your bad side. And doing that might mean I was stuck looking like this a long time. Ill-realizing how subconsciously I'd just begun to fear displeasing you at all. By the time the next person stares at me I'm already trying to hide behind you. AL: *We step into the cafeteria. It's not empty, but nor is it brimming with a huge crowd. There are a few people scattered about, some groups here and there, but there are still free tables all about. I move across the room, right down the middle, and to the lunch lady who sits behind a register protected by hygienic glass. I gaze up at the menu* Hmmm...I think I'll just have a sandwich...*I turn to you, scanning your body then turn back to the lady* And my friend will have salad and some water. MP: Being in the lunchroom, it hits me for the first time just how hungry I am. Between my hectic schedule and the negotiation I'd had this morning, I'd had no time for breakfast. And now we were pressing on into lunchtime. But even as I thought how I'd rather have something else, I find myself not really able to say much - looking at the nutritional staff only to be embarrassed at the bimbo-girl staring back at me from the glass. It's all I can do to stop myself from making a sort of nervous squeaking sound as I look away. MP: Letting you speak for me AL: *I pay the lady and then grab our plates and walk to one of the open tables. I choose one that's closer to a wall and take the seat with my back to the wall. I place your salad on the table across from me and take a bite out of my sandwich*

MP: For the moment, I sit down awkwardly, growing more and more irritated by my own ineptness. Various plans for how I might get out of this predicament running through my mind, but finding my thoughts constantly just 'dropping' whenever I realize just what that predicament is. Picking at the salad, though obviously not terribly excited to be eating such a simple meal, I look up at you - hazarding the question: "D'you think it'd be possible to change it back now?" Trying my best to talk casually - like I might to an equal. AL: We still have some time to kill, Kimmie. Hush and eat your food. It will take up time and it might speed up the process. *I point at your meal and continue eating my sandwich, almost dismissing your entire question* MP: I feel that same growing fury rising once more - hating just how casually you're talking down to me. As I continue eating, a pouty "But do we have to eat over here? There's...everyone's staring." I say awkwardly, as I turn to look behind me, feeling incredibly exposed as I sit facing you and the wall AL: I'm not going to bring food into my work space. I have too many sensitive electronics to risk crumbs. *I take another bite of my sandwich, chew quietly then swallow while surveying the room* Hmm...well, you are getting a few weird looks, but nobody's staring. You're with me so I'm sure they think you're just one of the hired test subjects they send my way. *I smile at you* don't worry so much ,Kimmie, you look great. I'm almost positive any women looking at you are jealous. MP: "W-what on earth do you mean test-subjects? Y.. you mean these people know about your little experiments?" Feeling a sudden irrational fear run through me. AL: 8I grin at you* Oh please, Kimmie, I told you I had conditions when they offered me this job. Some of my stuff needs to be tested. I understand I can't always get what I want, but Medutech is pretty good about going out of their way to fill a request I make. Besides, you're the first..um.."test subject" that is so attractive. I doubt they think you're already testing something for me. *Grins at you, nudging your foot with mine MP: Blushing as I hear you go on and on about how cute I look, making me feel more and more self conscious. I'm used to being told how beautiful I am. . . but usually that's when I'm not looking like some bizarre kind of bimbo doll. Wanting very much to tell you off, but unable to do more than say "stop it" under my breath for fear of aggravating you as I start to quickly finish my food; thinking it can't be that much longer now. AL: *I look down at your plate and smile at you* I see you cleaned your plate. You're such a good girl, Kimmie. I'm very proud. *I smile reaching out and stroking your hair, still having a few bites of my sandwich left* MP: For the tenth time finding myself resisting the urge to demand you call me by my proper name and title - forced to play this stupid game like I was some sort of dumb blonde

girl. I fix you with an angry look as you stroke my hair - trying to look daggers at you but managing only a pout. AL: Hmm...? *I moves some of your hair through my fingers* Oh, it looks like the process might be wearing off. I think I see some darkness in your roots. *I tilt my head looking at you analytically.* I bet if you worked up a bit of a sweat, your body would work harder to incorporate the changes and I could change you back no problem afterward. MP: Something strikes me as being off about that -- wasn't the hair thing supposed to work just instantly? Still, this filled me with a new hope - these changes WEREN'T permanent; somehow I might be able to get rid of them all the sooner. "Well - let's go! What are you waiting for?" I say eagerly, clearly excited at the prospect of speeding it up. And then it hits me - "but there's no way I'll be able to work out in these." AL: Well...no...I suppose not...we don't even have a gym in the building. Hmm...*I look down your body, letting my fingers slide through your hair while I ponder something* You know...I can get you to sweat...I can get your heart racing...and it will be very natural, no drugs or anything like that. but you have to do what I say. MP: "T..this isn't gonna be another one of your strange machines is it?" I say tentatively; though it's obvious I'm not going to argue with you at this point, too keen on changing back to myself. AL: No, no machine. *arches an eyebrow and grins* though I'm sure I can make one...*I shake my head* but that's for another time. Are you going to do as I say? MP: "Well I - I suppose; what is it?" I say, more than a bit nervous, "Are we going back to the lab?" AL: No, we're going to stay here.*I smile* for a little bit. *My foot slides up your leg to your knee* spread you legs, Kimmie. MP: A sudden look of anger comes over me, instinctively recognizing the same words I'd used on so many subs in the past. But even as I give you an indignant stare "I beg your pardon?!" I feel an equally strange sensation running down my spine, a shiver as my bared sin feels your toes running on them. instinctively reacting as a sub might. AL: *I repeat in a more stern and authoritative voice* Spread. Your. Legs. *I emphasize the word spread and look at you stonefaced* MP: "L-look Andrea I...I don't know what you're playing at..." I stammer, as my legs start to slide apart, the tight skirt quickly bunching up, "..b..but I'm ..that is I don't think ...I mean this isn't...this isn't right." AL: *I slip a foot out of my heel and extend it out to your crotch, teasing your bare skin with my big toe* When I want your opinion, Kimmie, I'll give it to you.

MP: In a low controlled tone, angrily playing back at you. "My name is R-aaa!" quickly clapping a hand over my mouth to prevent the sound of the gasp from escaping as I feel you teasing my skin. A harsh whispered "what are you doing?!" coming out. AL: Helping you out, of course. *I grin, sliding my toe up and down your slit, flicking your clit* you can help yourself a bit too...use your fingers. MP: "A..andrea th..this is a public place someone mi-IGH-t see." I stammer, growing more and more embarrassed as my face flushes, light beads of sweat on my forehead, bringing a hand down to try and move your foot away as my hand takes hold of it, running over your skin. AL: But it's working, Kimmie. *I smile at you* I can tell your heart's racing...and there's a bead of sweat dripping down your temple...*I push against your lips, almost penetrating them, but not quite getting there.* With just a little more I think we can change you back. MP: "But I don't wa--- uhH!" I gasp, quickly burying my face embarrassed as I bite my lip to control myself from making another sound. My hand just dropping down, not pushing you away like I'd wanted. AL: *I slide my toe into your pussy, wiggling it about with a smile.* You know, you might get better results if you used our fingers...try playing with your clit while I work your pussy, Kimmie. MP: T..this is so disgusting. I can't believe she's getting me off with her foot! I think to myself - just a couple weeks ago, I'd done the same to a slave at my feet! Blushing, as my hand goes down to try to push you away, but feeling more and more aroused, I can't help it. I just need to get over this, fast! I think to myself, as my fingers quickly start working my nub. AL: *I grin* good girl. Kimmie's a good girl. Just relax and enjoy yourself...nothing but pleasure...*I say in a calm, soothing voice while my toe continues to ravage you as best as it can while you toy with your clit* MP: "I..I'm not a little girl .." I stammer, but another gasp later and I shut myself up. feeling myself getting more and more turned on as your words worm into my mind . Focusing so much on trying not to make it look like I'm getting off as I feel the arousal pulsing through me. AL: Hush, kimmie...*I say in a low tone, but loud enough for it to be field with authority. My voice then softens while I continue teasing your pussy* Just enjoy the pleasure...Kimmie loves the pleasure..don't you, Kimmie? MP: I open my mouth to tell you to stop - that I don't want you to; but just at the same moment I feel your toe worming in, the sheer embarrassment of what's happening getting

to me as I feel a fresh wave of shame. . . .and pleasure. A moan escaping my lips unbidden as I try to say something; my fingers instinctively working my clit all the more. AL: Good girl...nothing but pleasure, Kimmie. *I speak softly watching you with a wide smile. My leg extends a bit more and my toe slides deeper inside you* MP: I open my mouth but quickly stop - not daring a repeat of my earlier outburst, too aroused to think of some other possibility. My hips bucking as you continue to work my body. AL: Keep playing with your clit, Kimmie. *I order, pulling my toe back, then sending it deeper than before* MP: I want to refuse - but can't refuse . . . not without talking . . . and so instead I just listen. My fingers working dutifully only moments later to feel you starting up again, practically bucking in my seat. AL: That's it...good girl...just keep humping my toe...what a good girl Kimmie is...*I grin, fingering your pussy with my toe while you play with your clit in such a public area* MP: In the heat of the moment, forgetting myself altogether. My tits practically bouncing in the tight pink tanktop as my bright blonde pigtails wiggle animatedly. At some deep level knowing I've given in somehow . . .and yet totally unable to stop myself as I continue on autopilot. Feeling my body working its way to an orgasm. . .on your toes! The mere though so humiliating and yet somehow the humiliation itself only serving to make me all the more aroused. AL: *I start thrusting my toe faster, my attention kept on you, but glancing about just to make sure no one's coming over to take a look what's going on. I'm content so long as they remain where they are and watch* MP: With my back turned to the room, unable to look at anything but your patronizing grin, I feel my skin flushing, feeling myself pushed over the edge as I start bucking, feeling my thighs starting to run with my sticky juices. So embarrassed as it dawns on me what I'd just done as I quickly put my head down on the table, embarrassed. AL: *I smile wide, pulling my toe from your body. I reach out and pet your hair* Good girl, Kimmie. You're such a good girl. MP: "I...no...I...oh god I can't believe we just did that. I can't...I ...I don't know what got into me. P..please tell me that it was enough?" I stammer, not making any effort to stop you, actually feeling comforted by your reassuring hand. AL: Well, we'll have to go find out, won't we? *I smile at you, sliding out of my seat. I cast my gaze out over the room. Some people avert their eyes, others watch me to see what I'll

do. I step over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.* come along Kimmie, I think my coworkers have had enough of a show. MP: "W-what?" I say - suddenly shocked as the full implications dawns on me. "Y..you know? You knew?! You knew all along?!" I say - quietly enough that not everyone will hear. "H- HOW! How on earth - why did you do this to me?! Oh god, I'm so embarrassed what on earth have I done." I stammer, feeling the trail of cum coming down my leg as I immediately go to wipe it off as I follow you out the room. AL: *I walk with you out of the room and smile* you can't blame them, Kimmie. I mean, you were moaning pretty loud. You got everyone's attention about half way through. Nobody had enough courage to stand up and take a look, though. *I pet your head* but I'm proud of you, you really did good. MP: "P..please - I...that's such a slutty thing to do. I can't believe I did that, I just can't. And... and you! What on earth were you thinking - how dare you treat me like such a....a..." AL: *I shoot you a stern look* Don't take that tone with me, young lady. *I scowl at you for a moment* MP: As we walk down the hallway, something about your look instinctively hits me - but I ignore the warning sign, "But I'm serious! You should have told me you were going to try something like that! " AL: Kimmie, if you insist on taking that tone with me, I'm going to punish you for it. *I remark and turn my head to look at you, now no longer just shooting you a glance* MP: Looking back at you for a moment.... But then remembering just what had happened before - the image of you spanking me out here in the middle of the hallway rushing past my mind and quickly shuts me up as I look down, unable to meet your gaze. "Let's just see if we can fix me back to normal." I mumble. Already thinking of how I'll exact my revenge on you for this outrage. AL: *I walk over to you and wrap my arms around you, placing your head on my chest* I know you're embarrassed, but I think this is all for the best. We're going to get you back to normal, and you'll be free to be who you wanted to be before. MP: I nod, hating just how easily you're manipulating me, but not able to really argue the point as I feel my head nuzzled against you. Letting out a soft sigh as we continue AL: You're being very brave, Kimmie, I'm very proud of you. *I stroke your hair while I embrace you. I give your forehead a small peck then pull away from you and start walking back down the hallway* MP: Blushing as I continue walking down the hallway, at first it's just me restraining

myself ...but shortly thereafter It's more than just playing along. . walking behind you as I try to keep up. Totally cowed. AL: *I unlock my lab and step inside, closing the door behind you* alright, let's see if we can get you back to normal. Have a seat right over there, Kimmie. *I smile at you* MP: A smile growing on my face as I take a seat - practically getting girly in my excitement to finally be getting back to normal. "Alright!" I say excitedly, "Oh, and we're alone...so call me Rachel." AL: I prefer calling you Kimmie when you're like this. *I chuckle and walk over to you with a small remote control and the hair device from earlier.* don't you think it's a fitting name for your...bright haired self? MP: "NO! It..." and then I kinda stop myself, taking a deep breath, feeling a little less defensive and a little better as I realize that the nightmare's nearly over. "Well maybe. If someone came to me looking like this I'd probably have called them something worse." AL: What would you have called them? *I point the remote at the hair device and start messing with a few buttons on both.* MP: It occurs to me for just a moment that I really ought to check what you're doing, but a quick turn or two and it proves impossible - the pigtails aren't long enough that I could hope to see it without a mirror. Besides, I dont want to be TOO obvious about it. So I continue talking to you, trying to be casual - "I dunno; Barbie-doll? Kandi?" With a bit of a smirk, "I guess I have a lot of practice dealing with bimboes." AL: Well, I thought about calling you Barbie, but that seemed a little over done. *nodding* A lot of my friends that like to play bimbos call themselves Barbie or Bambi or Candi. Things like that. I decided to go for something less Stripper and more normal. *I lift the remote and walk over to you* You know, something that wouldn't sound fake. Something that could actually be your name if you were born like this. MP: Laughing, "Well that's just outrageous though! Me born like this? For god's sake I'm Raven the PainMistress! I wouldn't let myself be caught *dead* looking like this!" I bluster, perhaps a little too defensively. AL: *chuckles* Says the girl who's boobs bounce by just walking. Oh! *I walk over to you* I guess you needn't wear this any more. *I press a button on your belt and the whole latex outfit recedes back into the round object. I place it on the counter next to you and smile, admiring your naked body* MP: Blushing at my sudden nakedness, I start protesting but quickly stop - figuring that it's better to simply get this over with sooner. Still - it seems rather unnecessary to leave me naked like this. Instinctively my hands going to cover my new melon's under your lustful gaze.

MP: Hating just how self-conscious I am, something I'd never been in the past. AL: Mhmm..I'm going to miss this body. *I smile, admiring you just a minute longer than necessary.* alright, let's see what we can do here...*I point the remote at you and fiddle with a few buttons, then move a dial on the bottom of the remote. A moment later your breasts start to shrink. I tilt my head watching them disappear until you're flat chested* hmm...that's not right...*I turn the dial up a gain and your breasts get bigger. I finally stop when you're at the cusp of a B and C cup.* That looks about right. what do you think? MP: Looking down, feeling horribly like a display-object. It's hard to judge precisely what my breasts were meant to be like - but I find myself nodding at about that point. "I think this is where I was, yeah." AL: Alright then. *I nod then fiddle with a few more buttons and point the remote at you again and start turning the dial* hmm..no...that's a little too dark...no, that's too brown...oh! There! Perfect. *I smile at you* go ahead and take a look at yourself in the mirror. I think you're back to normal. MP: Standing up, I quickly - almost too eagerly scamper naked across the lab to take a look at myself, my hands running up the curves of my body. My hands eagerly tearing out the ridiculous scrunchies from my pigtailed hair as I breath a sigh of relief. "Oh god thank you! Yes, that's much MUCH better.!" I say relieved as I turn to look for where I'd left my clothes. AL: Your clothes are on the bench over there where I gave you your new clothes. *I smile and motion to the corner of the room from earlier* MP: Recognizing them I quickly get dressed once more; all too eager to get on with my departure and away from your influence.

Sec 5: Trick! ----------~

{A week or so passes, with Mistress Pain back in her body, and looking for payback}
MP: [[Continuing]] Sitting at a table I sip on a drink, feeling g right at home in my killer corset http://www.doila.com/EVA218.jpg my raven-black hair cascading down my neck, ever-trusty crop held lightly at my side. This was my place; I think proudly as I smile at one of the other regulars. Here, like at work, I was in charge - and it didn't matter how popular I was or wasn't with the domme crowd - nobody could deny my absolute dominion. The events of my trip to MedUTech four or five days back were so bizarre, I couldn't help but think about them every now and then. The whole mess seeming almost like a blurry dream rather than any kind of reality - an embarrassing humiliating dream. My grip on my crop twists a little as I smile, relishing the festivities I'd planned for tonight. I'd worked for it, but I managed to hold my tongue as I left your bizarre lab earlier this week. Made sure to convince you as best I could that it was all in good fun. Smiling to myself the girl has no *idea* just what kind of revenge she's in for tonight! AL: *I step into the club, taking a look around at the sea of people. I smooth out my latex dress, wanting to look nice this evening, certain I'm in for some fun enjoyment after what you went through before. I survey the crowd of people looking for one person in particular and finally spot her sitting down enjoying a drink. I smile a bit more and start moving toward you. * Hello there, K- ah...*I pause a moment, correcting myself* Miss Raven. It's so lovely to see you again. *I smile and take a seat next to you, my latex outfit squeaks a bit s my body bends. http://images12.yandy.com/Products/CO_D9251.jpg * MP: Smiling at you as I trace a finger back, brushing your hair aside to run it alongside your body, down the classy latex outfit that adorns your frame. "The pleasure is all mine, girl. Like I mentioned a few days ago - I haven't seen you around much in head over-heels; so I figured I might show you to my new haunt." smiling as I motion to one of the serving girls to bring you a drink, continuing to run my hand over you. My grip soft, and yet firm comfortably slipping into the role of domina.

AL: Well thank you, Miss Raven, that's very kind of you. *I smile and take the drink from the server and have a sip. I lean back in my seat, enjoying my comfort* I've been a little busy since you left MedUTech a few days ago. Your negotiations put a few projects behind schedule so I had to pick up some of the slack. *I chuckle* It's been a fun challenge to juggle everything. *I pause a moment, then add* ...for me. I mean. I find people don't find enjoyment in the same things I do. MP: Smiling, "Yeah, I must admit I was surprised not to see you at any of the follow-up meetings," I say - my face a mask of sincerity, "after all that had happened, I was sure they'd have wanted you at the rest of them." AL: Hm? After all what happened? *I tilt my head puzzling over your statement* Oh, you mean in my lab? *I smile warmly and chuckle* Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Nobody knows anything about Kimmie. And I was just sitting in on your meeting the one time. It's not my job to reallocate the funds Mr. Pierce is supposed to get from your company. *I shrug* It's not my fault he's not as good at his job as you are. MP: At the mention of the word 'kimmie' my grip on your shoulder grows painfully tight but it's just a momentary thing, passing quickly. The name bringing with it a flood of memories. It's incredible really - the whole thing had seemed like a fuzzy swathe; a blurry dream in my mind... and just like that I remember being in the cafeteria, the ridiculous outfit. My arm sliding from your body as the thoughts run through my mind before I bring myself back into the present. Changing the subject, "So - Andrea - you haven't been to Blue Moon before, have you?" I ask, motioning to the club. AL: *shakes my head* No, I can't say I have. This is a new place for me. *I say, looking around at the people and the goings on. * It seems like a nice place. Out of the way area, pretty good sized building, the crowd seems social enough too. MP: Standing up - "Oh it truly is, part of the reason why I consider this my favorite club in the area. Here, let me show you around the facilities." I say with a smile, firmly taking you by the hand as I start to walk around first the club floor, pointing out the stage dancers, then to the private booths area, the lounge, finally culminating by taking you for a tour of the dungeons. AL: Oh wow, I'm surprised the building has such a large dungeon area. *I say looking

around* I wonder if it was part of a basement plan for the building previous use? *I move around the dungeon, looking at all the equipment on hand* There's a lot of stuff readily available for use. *I slide a finger along a leather seat and rub it with my thumb* Looks like it's kept pretty clean too. That's good. MP: A smile running over my lips - "Oh, it's kept in top quality condition. But more than that, it's truly state of the art in comfort as well, here, have a seat." I say, my voice with just the slightest edge as I motion you to a leather-padded seat with what seems like a 'fauxwooden' beam behind it. AL: alright. *I sit down on the seat, leaning back against the beam* MP: Smiling, my hands run along the side of your body from behind you. "There, isn't that comfortable? It's artificial padded leather," I explain, "allows your Mistress to more closely calibrate just what and how much pain you feel." As I speak, my arms continue running along the sides of your body, under your arms, as I raise them up away from your sides and over your head, along the beam. AL: *I lift my arms up with your direction, tilting my head back to watch you work* That's interesting. More manual control. MP: Continuing, "And then.." holding both your wrists up over your head firmly, "..my personal adjustments." I say with a cool smile. You feel something sliding up against your waistline, and mere moments later a simultaneous clinch of metal both from the base of the leather seat as well as from the pole itself. But just my bad luck, I hadn't factored the height quite right, so the handcuffs only seem to be on firmly, when in reality there's enough wiggle room to get a hand out. Letting out a cruel laugh as I step out in front of you, lifting my crop from where I set it down as I look you over, admiring my handiwork. "Well, what do you think, darling?" I say smoothly, reaching out with the crop to run it over the sleeve of your dress where your skin peeks through down to your shoulder. AL: I think it's a pretty devious contraption. *I nod smiling, tilting my head a bit as I look over the handiwork admiringly. Still caught inside of it, feeling the slack in against my wrist realizing I can slip out with a bit of effort if I need to* MP: "What can I say? " smiling as I lean in closer to whisper in your ear, "sometimes it pays to pin a little bitch down." My voice growing more deep, confident as I strut towards a side wall, keying in a small code as a new inventory rack slides seamlessly into place. Talking to you casually as I look at the wall, choosing from between whips and paddles in full sight of you. "You know, I've been thinking about something. Last time we met, you said you'd loved the touch of my whip...that it even started you down your true path in life, hmm? Well - I was just thinking, what a great opportunity we have here to really get .. reacquainted." Finally settling on a particularly mean looking lash as I give it an experimental crack or two in full view of you before returning to stand a few feet in front of you.

AL: Mhm...shouldn't you have me in a better position? Or remove my dress first? I don't want to ruin it. It was pretty expensive after all. *I eye the whip and then look back at you licking my lips a bit* MP: "Ooh, little Andrea wants to feel it on her skin, hmm? My my you are a good little painslut." I say patronizingly as I step towards you, my fingers searching for any obvious buttons or ways to strip you out of your outfit. While I don't have too much of a problem at first, it quickly becomes clear that I'm gonna be stuck on your torso. Any method I'd choose would still require me to get behind your back. Recognizing this, I finally slip off the handcuffs myself as I roughly push your torso down, half bending you over as I continue to pull it off you, baring your body. AL: Mmm...*grins and chuckles a bit, pinned down beneath you* You know...you could have simply asked me to strip. I 'd have done it for you. MP: *smiling* "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" I say simply as I finish baring your body, neglecting to re-pin your arms. "You're in my dungeon now, girl. And you need to know that - here and anywhere - it doesn't matter what you would or wouldn't do. All that matters.." I say as I pick up the whip, "Is what *I* want of you." Drawing back the whip, and yet hesitating for a moment before swinging the stinging lash. AL: Mmm...*moans a little, my body shivering as the whip bites my pale skin leaving a red mark behind* MP: The moment I hear you whimper, I feel a rush of energy coursing through me. Like a shark that smells blood in the water...inciting it to attack. Driven all the more by the memory of the outrage that you'd perpetrated a few days ago my blows go from being stylish and methodical to rampant and aggressive! The whip cracking repeatedly against your body - each blow fiercer than the one that preceded it. Waiting just long enough that the pain is at its apex before launching a fresh blow as I weave an intricate series of crossshaped blows.... like the laces of a boot over first one leg....and then I start on the other. AL: *I moan, and groan with each crack of the whip. My body rocks and reels against each lashing. A shiver runs down my spine, the cuts and welts feel hot against the cold, dungeon air.* Oh god...hurts soo...much...*groaning out a bit more now, leaning against the seat, sighing heavily with the pause in attack* MP: I take a deep breath, feeling more than a little satisfied at the results of my handiwork. By degrees growing more and more into Raven with each moment. "You stupid little slut. Did you really think I would ever let you get away with such an outrage, hmm?" *CRACK*, "How dare you even THINK of humiliating a Goddess like me!" *CRACK*. "If you ever -EVER- get an idea like that again, slut, let these wounds argue with your empty-headed brain!" - unleashing a fresh barrage as I tattoo up your other leg, identical blows and pattern to the first with my expert precision.

AL: ahhh!! *Groans and cries out from each snap of the whip. My thighs painted red with every single hit landed. The pain shooting through my body* MP: As I finish on your second leg I smile, more and more confident by the moment. Setting aside the whip as I stand up, a few moments later you feel the restraints slide free. "Now, slut, on your back." I say sharply; not even bothering to look at you, confident in my orders being obeyed as I select another favorite toy of mine in the form of a barb-spiked paddle. AL: *I slide out of the chair, standing on unsteady feel and rub my thighs. I glance at your next choice and then turn to the seat I was just in. I open my purse and slide the remote out when your back is turned and point it at you. I turn the dial and your hair starts turning lighter with each moment.* MP: Satisfied at my choice as I return, oblivious to the change, "On your back *NOW* bitch, I haven't got all day!" I say, holding the macelike paddle threateningly as I motion for you to lay down on the bench. AL: *I push a few more buttons on the remote then turn the dial again and your corset starts to get a bit tighter. I turn it slowly so it's subtle and you won't feel it until you make a sudden move* MP: I'm so fixated on you that I don't notice the tiny remote you're holding concealed at your side. Glowering at you, dammnit, the bitch isnt going to listen. Taking deliberate small steps as I approach, feeling more than a little unstable - as if my hips were perhaps a little closer together somehow - I approach you. "I said, DOWN, girl!" Pivoting to the side as I lift the mace up over my shoulder, swiftly. As I do, I feel my hair running against my hand -- that's strange. I know it's long, but I don't wear my hair THAT long. I think briefly before preparing to swing at you. AL: *I take deep breath and hold the remote tightly, letting the whip snap at my skin. My body tightens and shivers while I let out a slow sigh* Ahhh...mmm...it has been a while since I've felt a whip on my skin...you really don't look like you should be wielding one, though, Kimmie. You...uh...seem to have had a relapse.

Sec 6: Kimmie in The Club ------MP: My jaw practically drops open at that -- after all this, she STILL has the gall to say that word!? "You stupid little BITCH!" I shout furiously as I lunge towards you -- the motion proving all at once to be ill advised as the extra mass in my corset is too much for it, the poorly-tied laces at the back - practically exploding out. AL: Oh dear...*I say, brining my hand up to my mouth* Um...well...I tried to warn you Miss R- ah...*glancing around* ...Kimmie. *I motion to your hair* I would have followed your directions but...I noticed how your hair turned lighter. I think...there might be something wrong, Kimmie. *I lean forward and whisper to you* And...I don't think you want people knowing who you are now... MP: "What on earth are you talking about." I say - an edge of panic in my voice as I struggle once more to right my falling corset to no avail. But there's no denying it, the fine long blonde hair - the massive jugs. My hair seeming to have turned an almost platinum shade of blonde! "Y..you bitch - what did you do to me?" I shout furiously, looking around madly as if expecting to see your lab equipment. AL: Me? How could I have done anything, Kimmie? I mean, we're not in my lab, I don't have any of those devices with me. *I look closer at your body* hm...very interesting. I wonder why you reverted like that? MP: "I - I didn't revert!" I shout furiously - firmly denying it to try to keep myself centered. My hand going up to my hair as I feel it, "I mean - my hair..it's at least 4 inches longer than it was before!" AL: Hm...yes...curious...I wonder why it did that? *I stroke my chin* ...maybe after you acclimated to the root color, your hair adapts to the sudden change when you relapsed? I wonder if it's lighter now too? It does seem to have a bit more bounce. MP: It makes me furious just how casual you can be about all this. Standing there in nothing but my boots as I feel my tits bouncing as if they have a mind of their own. And that's when it hits me. Looking down at my massive jugs - what if this really WAS happening? My body certainly had been acting up lately. "A..andrea- this is insane! I can't have this happening to me in the middle of a session! Oh my god what am I going to do?!" Setting down the club as I turn to start looking for something to wear. Of course I know already my search will prove fruitless. It's not as though I keep spare clothes in my dungeon. AL: Oh, don't worry, it'll be ok, Kimmie. *I step over to you and place my hand on your head, stroking your hair softly* I'll help you out. *I actually embrace you and put your head on my shoulder while I run my fingers through your soft blonde hair* Nobody will ever know that you're who you are. anyone who sees you will just think you're Kimmie.

MP: "B..but I don't - I don't WANT to be Kimmie! I mean I'm not! I'm Mistress Raven for god's sake! I --" my voice gets cut short at the sound of a door opening and footsteps. If I'd been thinking more calmly I'd have realized nobody would dare interrupt my private session and it must be someone going to one of the many other dungeons. But I wasn't thinking calmly, instinctively finding myself clutching onto you AL: Hush, now, Kimmie. *petting your head like I would a crying child* It'll be ok. I'll take care of you. *I lower my voice a bit* you can't be Mistress Raven when you look like this, so you have to be Kimmie. *I smile and make sure you're looking up at me* I'm sure it's only temporary. Who knows? Maybe you'll even enjoy being Kimmie for a bit. MP: "I..I guess I really don't have a choice." I say half to you half out loud. But the prospect of it is just terrifying. "Look, Andrea, there has to be something you can do about this? This is all your machines' fault." I stammer. Even as I do I find myself growing calmer. Not willing to admit it to myself as I look up at you, but it really does feel kinda nice to have you petting at my head. And then it hits me -- looking up! Have I gotten shorter?! Looking down - thinking its got to just be boots until I realize that if anything my boots are making me a little taller. AL: Ok, Kimmie. *I say, stroking your hair gently* I'm going to slip out and see if I can find you something to wear. I didn't realize this would happen, otherwise I would have brought my clothing device for you. Will you be ok here in the dungeon by yourself for a little bit? *holding you against my body, comforting you by petting you like an animal* MP: I hate just how much you're talking down to me, seething under your touch; but unable to suppress a little whimper as you do. My nervousness and fear at being so out of my element in my own home winning out over my humiliation, nodding as you ask. After all, getting a fresh domme outfit will go a ways to offsetting my embarrassing appearance, I think to myself. Part of me knowing I just need a moment to compose myself, though not really having any plan. As I watch you leave I quickly start to try to find someplace to hide out of the way. Only realizing after a minute or so that it's *my* dungeon - I have nothing to hide from anyway. And yet still I find myself feeling awkward and uncertain in just my stylish black domina boots. Lifting my corset from where it's fallen I try to get it back on kind of as a backup plan in case you end up being unsuccessful. Of course all I get for my efforts is a fresh appreciation for just how obscenely huge my bimbo tits are. Running my hands over them as I squeeze them, trying fruitlessly to get them in, managing to tease them more than anything else. AL: *I'm gone for a good 10-15 minutes. I come back in a bit tentatively* Kimmie? I...uh...I found something I think will fit...but...um...I don't think you're going to like it...*I walk over to you and hold up http://www.yandy.com/Sultry-School-Girl-Costume.php *

MP: At the sound of footsteps I quickly look for a place to hide myself again - feeling even more worried than before. I find myself actually breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of you. "Andrea - oh thank god it's you. Listen ... we have to get out of here! I, you can change this back and......" my voice trailing off as I see just what it is you're holding. As it stands my huge tits are sticking up - practically defying gravity with their firmness and massive size. But apart from that the outfit is actually in every way worse than the more fashionable undies and thigh high boots I have on now. Practically screaming "bimbo teeny booper" with the slutty schoolgirl look. I can't help but make a face; shaking my head 'no' with no plan to put it on. It takes me a moment to recover before I get my words back, looking over at my dungeon making me feel a little more at ease. Forgetting, for the moment, just what I look like in this body. "If that's all you're able to find then maybe nevermind. I think I might have a trenchcoat somewhere here I could slip on." I say, paying you no more mind as I once more slip into my role as domme. "Then we can get back to that lab of yours and figure out just what went wrong again." AL: Well...there is a more dominant outfit you could wear...it's a teachers costume. You won't have to worry about your bust size...um...but I don't really think you'll like it. *I hang the school girl costume on a hook for paddles on the wall.* Are you willing to wear that one instead of this one? I'm pretty sure you're not going to be able to leave here wearing a trench coat looking like you do. People will assume you're naked or wearing something sexy underneath and you're just being shy. MP: Talking to you like an equal, "I'll be fine I'm sure. Just got to be quick about it." But even as I say it there's a hint of uncertainty in my voice. "No, you know what, let's take a look at this other outfit of yours. It's just - " my eyes go to the schoolgirl outfit and then back to you "that's the kind of thing I'm not sure I'd *ever* wear. Period." AL: Alright, hang on a moment. *I turn and leave the dungeon once more, letting you stay in there all alone. You can hear a few people pass on the outside, but nobody enters. Yet. A few minutes late r I return and show you the costume http:/www.yandy.com/Gal-Friday-Lingerie-Costume.php * This will definitely fit without you having to worry about breaking it with our tits.

MP: Giving the outfit a look I turn my nose up. Taking out my frustration with the whole situation on you as I continue to give you attitude. "I can't believe I'm even considering this." I snarl, looking at the sexy sheer nylons with the garters, the skintight one-piece with the tartan gray skirt. In my thigh highs I'm already mostly covered. Thinking to myself - it really does beat being completely topless. I snatch it from your outstretched hand, continuing to mutter, immediately discarding the nylon leggings in favor of keeping my own thigh highs as I start working the cut-out top on. AL: Here, let me help you out. *I step behind you and tug the whole thing down your back and over your hips. the material stretches to cover your whole ass. I clasp the hook in the back together then slip my hands around your ribs and over your chest to start tugging the top portion up and slip your breasts through the holes* MP: Even with your helpful tone, the sudden move on your part takes me a little by surprise. Being assisted in dressing something that I wouldn't normally want or tolerate...and yet as you tug the outfit down I immediately start to feel the sense of being 'handled'. "H- hey .." I start to protest, but stop as you finish tugging my breasts out, my face showing the faintest hint of a blush as I mutter a 'thanks' - feeling my squeezed tits incredibly on display. AL: NO problem, Kimmie. *I smile and lean forward, letting your feel my chest against your back. I give your cheek a kiss, my hands still on your breasts.* You know I'm here to help you. *my hands squeezes your breasts, my fingers run over your nipples* MP: The honeyed tones of your voice make me want to scream in frustration, pushing away your arms with a smooth move, but not before I feel the squeeze, the raking motion of your nails over my nipples at once sending a shiver down my spine, making them perk up eagerly. Look, this is no time for games, if you're gonna help me than let's get out of here *now* I think to myself. But almost unbidden the words come out all wrong - "Pplease, not now Miss Andrea. I..I just want to go and get this problem fixed." MP: My thigh high domina boots still making crisp crunching noise against the ground with each step. AL: Aw...not now? But we have all the equipment we need to play now...*kisses up your neck, fondling your exposed chest. I puff a bit of air into your ear before I lick it and pinch your nipples* MP: Responding at once to the pleading sound of your voice. "No- *NOW*, let's ge-mmmhh" my words cut off as I breathe in sharply, feeling that tickling sensation in my ear. My hand flying there, leaving my huge chest totally exposed to your pinches, a hiss escaping my lips as I once more try to regain my authority. AL: Now, now, Kimmie, don't make such a nasty noise. It's unbecoming of a cute little girl

like you. *Nibbles your ear and tugs on your nipples, rolling them in my fingers before releasing them and playing with your breasts, bouncing them in my palms* MP: As you continue to play with my bimbo-jugs, I feel more and more helpless by the moment. Wishing desperately for the corset I'd had on mere moments before. The worst part of it was that somehow that sensation of helplessness was making my skin flush, though at the time I just assumed it was the way you were playing with my body. Seizing a moment I take a step back, stomping my foot - "Dont you dare patronize me!" I say sharply, "I'm Mistress Raven - I just look like this right now and don't you forget it! I am NOT a little girl and I will NOT be talked down to like this you ... you... you bitch!" I practically squeal. Ill realizing that in so doing I'm actually bordering on throwing a tantrum. "Now it's bad enough that you couldn't find something that...you know...was suitable, " I continue, turning my back to you as my eyes start to scan the room for where I might have left that trenchcoat.. "but.... I am a big girl - I mean .. I mean I'm not some little girl that you... umm" MP: Feeling my stomach turn as, in the process of looking, I once more see the dainty little schoolgirl outfit and - coupled with the weakened feeling running through me - for just a moment have the mental image of wearing it before I shake my head, totally losing my train of thought. AL: you're a little girl throwing a temper tantrum now because you're not getting her way. Is that the way big girls act, Kimmie? *I ask sternly, sliding my hands off your breasts, moving my body from you and giving your ass a slap* I won't tolerate temper tantrums, you know. MP: The slap immediately gets me to spin around, blushing openly as I prepare to tell you off once more, hands on my hips "How *DARE* you hit me! Why I ought to..." and then as my eyes meet yours, I feel myself wilting. That boldness subsiding as the tingling in my nipples kicks in, my too-long, too-blonde hair brushing the bared skin as my skintight cutout dress practically squeezes them out invitingly. Feeling all too exposed AL: *I give you a mean look*Y You ought to what, young lady? *I fold my arms and lean back on my heels, taking a firm, disciplinary stance. If you weren't wearing heels, I would be looking down at you* MP: "Why I..." my voice trails off as I wilt under the cruel look, instinctively taking a step back in the boots I'd oh-so-defiantly demanded to stay in. "Well I..." my hand going back to rub the spot where you'd smacked me so boldly as my eyes finally look down not able to meet your gaze. "I won't put up with being talked down to." I finish firmly. AL: *I look at you with a stern, menacing look then smile and unfold my arms* Well then, obviously, you're a big girl now, Kimmie. You obviously don't need my help. You go on ahead and leave like you wanted to and see how you can fix yourself. *I grin wide* MP: I breathe a sigh of relief - for just a moment - at seeing you relax but then your words

hit me like a truck as it occurs to me for the first time -- you might not help. "Well obviously I'm gonna need you to work the computer stuff." I say, trying to come off sounding like it's just obvious you're going to do it. Like I'd asked a peer. AL: Well, what's in it for me? The last time I helped you, you brought me here under the pretense of friendship and then proceeded to whip me. What sort of friend does that? MP: Growing more and more furious practically growling - but coming off like I'm complaining "The last time you 'helped' me it was after you'd messed me up!" But even as I say it, I feel a tinge of nervousness, the growing realization that you weren't just going to help me out. Or maybe.... trying to bluff as I stand up tall, "Come on - let's get this over with." I say firmly...or at least I try to; but halfway through it, my proud stance causes my tits to visibly puff out and jiggle, which makes me blush, my voice practically cracking by the end of it. AL: *I arch an eyebrow at you and smile* Oh yeah, you're going to get out of here unscathed with out my help. You go on and be a big girl out there. *I turn and walk toward the exit* If you want my help I'm going to be at the bar getting a drink. You can apologize and ask for my help the correct way. MP: "W- w- wait!" I stammer out, quickly crossing the distance between the tow of us; feeling just the slightest hint of uncertainty. While I know I could easily get out of here -after all, I know this club inside out and getting out would just be a simple matter of putting on a collar so as not to get messed with. That would still leave me looking like a stripper in the middle of nowhere with no way to get this thing back. "Look - I'm sorry, Okay?" I say sincerely, but talking as I would to a peer, "I .. I do need your help to get this fixed - I still don't even know what's wrong, but I have a hunch you do." AL: *I turn back to face you, looking you over* I don't know what went wrong, but I'm sure I can figure it out. But, then again, I know the technology better than anyone since I invented it. *I shrug* but obviously you're not that sorry. I'm sure you can find someone who is willing to spend years researching how to do it and then more years how to fix it. MP: Feeling a shiver run down my spine at the all-too-casual way you just looked me over, my gaze dropping and feeling just a pang of guilt as I see the intricate criss-cross pattern I'd beaten into your legs. "P--please. I...I I need your help." I stammer, that uncertainty and the very real prospect of being stuck like this making me even more awkward. AL: Well then apologize properly and ask for my help the right way. *I turn back to you, arms folded* Like you would have someone fro for you. Little girl. MP: "B-but I'm not a ..." my voice cutting off mid sentence as I look at you, the dawning realization of what it is you're actually demanding starting to come over me. I feel myself raging inside - furiously. How could this have happened? No - I can't I won't! And yet even as I start to feel defiant, the long blonde curls running over my skin argue too strongly with

me. Gulping, I lower my head "I'm sorry Miss Lee." I say, barely restrained rage in my voice, "P-p-please don't go." AL: Aw, I believe you're sincere apology. *I walk over and wrap my arms around you, petting your hair* There, there, Kimmie, I forgive you...so long as you're a good girl for me. MP: As your arm wraps around me I breathe out a sigh of relief, that tension I'd been feeling with the fear you might just leave relaxing. Ill-realizing how much in my mind I'd become eager to have you around, albeit for different reasons. Feeling your hand stroking my hair making me feel both a little patronized...but that relief too strong to dissociate from it as I don't trust myself to say anything, just nodding. AL: Mhm...*running my fingers through your hair* My sweet Kimmie, I like it when you're a good girl. I hate having to punish bad girls. Especially one as cute as you. *kisses your neck, nibbling a little bit* MP: My hand instinctively goes to stop you but I start restraining myself, not daring to break the goodwill I'd earned as I nod. "I...I'll be good - but please, we need to get moving." AL: Well, you haven't asked me for help properly yet. *I pull my body away from yours, looking back at you, leaving the absent feel of my self against your body* MP: "W..what do you mean?" I say - for the first time visibly confused. AL: You know how to ask for help don't you? Oh, don't tell me you never learned! What do those teachers teach you little girls at other schools? *I shake my head, tut tutting a little bit* MP: "I'm not a little schoolgirl Andr-- I mean, Miss Lee!" I say frustratedly, though it really does sound like I'm practically whining about it. It's only after I said it that I remember the outfit you'd brought in, feeling just a moments thankfulness that I'm not wearing it. MP: My hand literally going to run over my boots idly as my mind wanders. AL: Hmm..you're right. Well, why don't we fix that. Go put on the other outfit I picked out for you the first time. MP: "B-but but but.. .I - I already told you I wouldn't!" I protest, feeling a tingle of fear. "Please - it's so humiliating! It'd make me look like a slutty bimbo!" MP: Resolutely refusing to put it on, but at the same time feeling a tingle of fear, my hands trying to protect myself from where you might make a move against me to take off my outfit like you ahd last time.

AL: Kimmie, are you saying you don't need my help with your appearance? *I arch an eyebrow, and fold my arms again* MP: Instinctively slipping into a pout as I react subconsciously to the queues from you talking down to me, "I do! But I don't *want* to put it on!" MP: "Surely we can leave without me wearing it?" AL: We are not going to. *I remain standing, feet firmly planted in the ground, showing how I will not budge on this issue* Just because you don't want to do something doesn't mean you don't have to do something. MP: I stand there staring at you stupidly. Trying to think my way out of this situation but turning up a blank. If I'd been sharper, I'd simply have demanded getting my way. I was still stronger, and you were in *my* club now. I could easily have overpowered you physically and beaten you within an inch of your life. .. .*forced* you to cooperate. But I wasn't being smarter. The thought didn't even cross my mind that I had that kind of authority or option. Finally, whining, I start to plead again. Begging you not to make me do it as I grudgingly go to where you'd hung the outfit up. AL: But it's such a cute outfit. You would look so darling in that skirt, Kimmie. Won't you wear it for me? Wear it for mommy, please? *I grin wide watching you* MP: At the statement 'wear it for Mommy' I feel my blood rushing, growing more and more embarrassed by the moment. Even as I snark at you, starting to really *think* in terms of it. I hold the stocking up against my tough domina boots - just for a moment, but then close my eyes as I breathe out. Shaking my head as my fingers continue to hesitate. Trying to think how I might negotiate with you. AL: Go ahead, sweetheart. You can put it on. I know you would look just so adorable in your little uniform. *I smile wide, talking to you like a mother would talk to a child* MP: I cringe as you continue to condescend at me - feeling more and more trapped with each moment. I take a seat - ironically - on the very bench where you'd been pinned just a half hour ago as my fingers start to work on taking off my boots. But no sooner do I have them off then I just close my eyes and shake my head no. "I...I won't, I can't. Look Andr--- Ms. Lee. We've already been through this, I don't - i *wont* wear something this humiliating!" I pout, crossing my arms sulkingly. AL: Very well, Kimmie. Then until you are ready to come out, you are confined to your room. *And with that I turn and actually walk right out the door leaving you alone in the dungeon*

Sec 7: Meet Ms. Madison ----------~ MP: I don't see it coming at all .. not until you walk right out. And as defiant as I'm feeling, the sudden weight of your words hits me, hard. Trapped with no choices I struggle more and more, walking back and forth as I try to think my way out of this, defiantly. My thoughts not coming any easier with the soft brush of my hair as it runs up against my breasts. I finally find myself just literally sitting and staring at the slutty schoolgirl outfit. The micro-pleated skirt, the dainty long white stockings with the mary-jane "goodie goodie" flat heels. The tiny strip of fabric that was the crop-top with a bizarre white pair of "pom-poms" that I can't even begin to guess what they're for. I go back and forth staring at it before it finally hits me like a brick: I really have no choice. Either I play your game, or I lose and am stuck with this body here. Either way - nobody would ever recognize me - not dressed like such a slut! Breathing out a deep sigh as I finally make up my mind I try to salvage what dignity I can as I start getting dressed. It takes a good long time - the outfit you'd wormed me into proving uncannily difficult to get out of with just how tight it is. But really that makes it worse. By the time I'm done , my long blonde hair cascading over the jutted out tits in my tight crop-top halter, I'm feeling practically alien in my own body. Finally, I slip on a long dull overcoat - not quite like a trenchcoat, but more like a hooded robe as it were - something austere and concealing before stepping out to go looking for you. Even my steps having become more tentative and mincing. AL: *I sit at the bar, chatting with the bar tender and another patron sitting next to me. I have a glass of Vodka in my hand and seem to be chatting quite happily,. I seem to not be thinking of your plight at all* MP: Out among the milling crowd, I feel myself wilting yet again. Seeing you immediately - it hits me just how easily you seem to fit in here, despite the fact that I'd literally brought you here to torture you in my own dungeon. Shaking my head - gotta stay focused, can't get distracted. But it's so hard with the way the damn outfit seems to be *tickling* me underneath this. I creep up to the side of the bar, trying to think how best to get your attention without getting too much attention. AL: *I don't even seem to notice you, while I chat with a patron and the bartender. Its actually the bar tender who notices you and asks if you need a drink. I don't so much as glance your way when you're asked, to much enjoy the company* MP: Thinking about my situation I debate what I might do, shaking my head to the bartender -- only just remembering not to call him what I might have usually. It occurs to me perhaps to send a drink to you. Finally settling on that idea, I take a seat just a few stools away. AL: *I chat with the woman next to me, the conversation talking about a book we both have read. The bartender seems interested in the book as well, though doesn't seem to have read it. When he presents me with a drink I didn't order I turn my attention to the person he directs me to when saying compliments of the 'young lady." I smile wide and turn my

attention back to you* Well, Hello there, Kimmie, how lovely it is to see you in such an adorable outfit, sweet heart. I knew you would look good in that. Mommy's so proud of you. MP: I turn beet red, still wearing the concealing robe - this was the last thing I'd wanted to happen. I'm just a little taller than you - but with my body the way it is, i don't look even close to my actual age. Still - nobody could ever think I was really a little girl like that, could they? "M..Ms Lee....c..can we go now?" I stammer as I stand just a little bit away from you - feeling incredibly awkward, the robe I'd slipped on constantly letting a peek of flesh slip out from somewhere. AL: Nonesense, Kimmie. I simply must introduce you to my new friend here. *I turn to the woman I'd been chatting with* Madison, my dear, this is Kimie. She's my littlegirl. Isn't she just the most precious thing you've ever seen? *I slide off the stool and start petting your hair and speaking about you like a proud mother* MP: I want nothing more than to rage and scream- to demand respect. Feeling beet red with humiliation as you step in behind me, your stroking gesture all too quickly causing the robe to slide off -- leaving me standing there in the ridiculous schoolgirl outfit in front of... oh my god! I feel like I'm going to die of shame as I see Madison staring at me. Surely she'll know it's me! All the other dommes and subs here know me...and many of them fear me! The fear and shame enveloping me, making me shiver as my heart starts to race, my nipples perking up inside the crop-top AL: We were just talking about a book Mistress Raven mentioned to me the other day when I met her outside of the lab, Kimmie. *I smile* That is a powerful woman, you know. One day I'll have to introduce you to her. *I kiss the side of your head* Now, don't be rude, Kimmie, introduce yourself to my friend Madison. *I slide a hand down your back and pat your ass* MP: I feel a shiver as I hear the name. Up until now whenever you'd tried to stroke or paw at me, I'd been able to simply brush you off. But here - under the piercing gaze of Madison ? I had no recourse but to stand there and take it. And my god how hard it was to ignore how much I was getting turned on by it. Blushing deep red I recognize just how hard I'm going to have to play this game --- or how bad things will go. "H..hi I'm...." my voice fails me as I lift my hand half way up to shake hers, instinctively turning around and burying my face against you. AL: Aw...she's so shy. Isn't that just the most adorable thing ever? *I grin wide, wrapping my arms around you and petting your hair. I then pull you off me and turn you around* Go one, Kimmie. Don't be rude to Madison. *I keep my hands on your shoulder, letting you know I'm right behind you* MP: Feeling the firm grip of your shoulders I finally manage to stammer out "Hi I'm Kimmie, nice to meet you." Reaching out a hand to shake hers.

AL: no, Kimmie, you don't shake hands with otehrs. You wait for them to extend that courtesy to you. *I give your butt a firm swat* Now curtsey to Madison and try again* MP: I start saying something - just start - but before I can give you backsass I feel the sting of your slap a sharp yelp escaping my lips as heat courses through me. Feeling more and more embarrassed and - worse yet - turned on by that same humiliation. "H-hey..." I stammer and then it hits me--mustn't act up. Blushing I awkwardly try to do a curtsey, just the hint of a tear in my eye. It's cute, adorable even, but it's hardly a proper curtsey ---since such a motion is something utterly alien to me. AL: *I chuckle* Well, it'll do for now. She's new at his, Madison, you'll have to forgive her little imperfections. *I pet your head* All you have to do, Kimmie is apologize to Madison for being so inexperienced. *I then squeeze your shoulder and whisper in a firm tone to you* You must apologize properly to her or I will allow her an hour with you. and you've seen what she does with girls. MP: That thought fills me with dread. Hearing the firmness in your voice, the fear that fills me leaves me no time for feeling indignant or angry. Not sure what to do, but not willing to get it wrong I sink to my knees, not daring to look up at her. "I'm so sorry Mistress Madison." The words literally making a shudder run down my spine as I truly start to feel like a submissive little girl. AL: Now kiss her toes like you are really sorry, Kimmie. *I smile and pet your head while looking up at Madison* Isn't she just the cutest girl ever? MP: "I'm no--" my voice stops short as I lose the nerve when I look up at you. "Yes Ms. Lee" I quickly stammer as I bend down to kiss her feet subserviently. AL: *Madison sits at the bar stoically watching the scene. I stand behind you with a smile while you apologize. Madison takes a another sip of her drink, leans forward to show off some cleavage, strokes her fingers down your chin* Aren't you just the cutest little girl? *She laughs a bit* I'll accept your apology if you kneel down and kiss my toes. MP: I feel the mixed emotions of anger and embarrassment working their way through me. Sitting on my knees, half-naked in ridiculous schoolgirl outfit making me feel just too vulnerable...even small as both you and Madison tower over me. The thought of having to kiss Madison's feet --- a softy like HER --making me balk. My hand instinctively going to brush hers off from her patronizing stroking of my chin. But literally the moment I do I realize my mistake . . .the faux pas. Panicking, I immediately try to make it seem like part of one smooth motion of getting down onto my hands and knees, still hesitating for just a moment but knowing I'm stuck. AL: *I frown, seeing you brush her hand off your face. She notices too, but looks

at me with a nasty look. When you get on your knees I shrug and point downward at you. She sighs and looks down* alright...Kimmie? I think your name was? You better do a good job. And beg for my forgiveness. MP: From this position, I can feel the skirt riding up the sculpted curves of my tight ass. I'm so terribly exposed - so eager to get up and bail. And yet the sharp tone of voice makes me panic all the more. Of all things, the last thing I can afford is for this to go on any longer than it absolutely has to. I'm so mad, not trusting myself to say anything, I quickly force myself forward, my eyes sliding closed as I grovel on the floor, my tongue rolling out to run over Mistress Raven's toes, before starting to suck on them gently. MP: The worst part of it is - what starts off as unthinkable and unbearable...well...it really does get easier, what with not having to look up. It's almost as though I can detach myself and forget it as I continue to behave like a sub slut. AL: Kimmie. *I say in a firm tone*Aren't you forgetting to beg for forgiveness from Madison here? You're embarrassing yourself. Like you don't know what you're doing, silly girl. MP: Just minutes ago I'd been beating you - whipping you - totally in charge. But all that seems to have evaporated.. and in the moment, the mere idea of treating you like a sub in their mid-20s never even occurs to me. Instinctively feeling as though I was being told off by an authority like a little girl by their mother. The feeling really confuses me, makes me want to stand up for myself. And if I could - if I could simply just stand up and declare that I'm not a little girl then maybe I could make myself believe it. But there's no way I can do that..not now. I can't object to anything you say for fear of revealing myself. And so when you call me a silly girl, when you say I'm embarrassing myself, those words kind of just fester in my mind. Looking up from the ground -- my god she looks tall from here! -- "Mmy mistake Mistress Lee." Then turning to Raven, "I..I'm so sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to be rude..." *sucking on her toes once more* "Please forgive me." AL: *Madison looks down at you, leaning against the bar, her face propped up with her firt* Well, I suppose I can forgive you. I'll have to chalk it up to your inexperience. *She shoots me a glance* But you need to train her better, Andrea. Or she's going to make a complete fool of herself. *I frown and reach down putting my hand on your head* Hear that, Kimmie? Are you trying to make me look bad? MP: Train me? Oh you're so going to pay for this! I seethe angrily. I start lifting my head up - trying to think of some snarky way to say 'thank you' but at that same moment I feel your hand on my head once more...hear that godawful pet-name 'Kimmie' and it jolts me back. And so even as my mouth opens I quickly hold myself in check "N..no ma'am." I say quietly; starting to try to get up but quickly stopping as I feel your hand pressing down, so i stay on my knees. AL: *I stroke your head* Good, so long as it's not intentional, I won't have to punish you. Well, I think Madison's seen you fumble around enough. I think perhaps we should go

somewhe- *I'm interrupted by Madison* Oh, that's alright,m stick around for a bit. I'm sure Kimmie can redeem herself a bit. I prefer your company Andrea. *I turn back to her and smile* Well, aren't you sweet? Alright then, Kimmie, why don't you go see if the bartender will let you serve us some drinks. MP: Turning to you I give you a quick angry look -- come on, this game has gone on long enough! But then it hits me - maybe this is my chance to get out of this situation and so quickly I nod, not saying a word, as I try to walk off at least somewhat inconspicuously to the bar. AL: *The bartender stands behind the bar away form us and washing the counter waiting for someone to order. Surveying the room to make sure things don't get out of hand in the public areas* MP: For the moment I consider simply making my way out. After all, what could possibly be worse than having to endure more of your patronizing treatment! I'm a big girl! I shouldn't have to listen to you. Then I catch onto what I'd just thought - no. I'm not a 'girl' at all; I'm a woman - a domme. Smiling more confidently as I turn to the bar tender. "Excuse me; can I get a couple more drinks for Raven and Ms. Lee?" AL: *The bartender looks at you then nods and pours a few glasses. Then puts them on a tray and slides it across the counter to you. Then goes back to watching the room, ignoring you. Which seems to be the case with any sub ordering a drink* MP: It's not until I've smilingly taken the tray, and a collared sub walk past me to ask for a rink order that it hits me: I just played along. I was literally just thinking of what to do and here I am standing dressed like a schoolgirl with a drink order. I walk back to the two of you .. what the hell is wrong with me? Realizing with a start just where I'd wandered to as I quickly set down the tray to offer each of you a drink. AL: *I grab my vodka glass and put it on the counter while Madison grabs her drink and takes a swig.* Thank you, Kimmie. *She grins at you, looking slightly tipsy and pets your hair* MP: Again with the petting! I feel like some bizarre kind of toy or doll -- only made worse by her insistence on calling me this girly-girl name. It's all I can do to maintain my self control and just nod, feeling myself flush with humiliation. And almost at the same time feeling a burning sensation between my thighs. AL: Hey, I have an idea. *I grin and pull you into me,my breasts pressed agaist your back. My hands slide up and push your breasts together* Why don't you try and use Kimmie as a cup for your drinks? MP: The motion takes me completely by surprise - and while ordinarily my instincts might easily have protected me from it - as it is I'm feeling so off-kilter that it's all I can do to let out a surprised yelp as I feel you easily unbalance me, finding myself sitting very much

like a little girl in mommy's lap as my cheeks turn beet red. The way you're manhandling my humungous breasts emphasizing how powerless i am in my mind. "M..ms. Lee! Please..." I stammer, thoroughly panicked and instinctively turning to you. AL: Hush, Kimmie. The grown ups are talking. *Madison grins and moves her glass over your chest, very slowly, letting you track its course. Then she tilts the glass just as slowlmaking you watch the alcohol moves from the glass and then pour into your cleavage* MP: Watching her move is agonizing. Your hands squeezing my massive tits, making them press together lewdly; my arms flail around, but I don't dare stop her -- feeling far too intimidated. I let out a frightened squeal, squirming in your lap as the cold drink fills up my crop top, sloshing over my tits...a trail running down my bared body. AL: *I grin, watching the alcohol pool in your clevage. I give your neck a kiss while Madisonleans forward, pulling her long darrk hair back behind her head and plants her face between your breasts. She then proceeds to suck down her drink, leaving only a wet spot where the liquid once was. She licks all about your clevage while I keep you held in place, my lips moveing up your neck and suckiong on your earlobe* MP: Watching her hungry face coming closer, I'm desperate to stop her - to stop this inevitablity. I'm feeling more embarassed than I've ever felt in my life....but that just gives rise to a different emotion altogether: I'm horny! I try to open my mouth to protest or say something, but all that comes out is a moan as my senstiive body wilts under your combined teasing. AL: Mhmm...feels good, doesn't it, Kimmie? You're such a good girl for enjoying yourself like this...*I keep your breasts propped together while Madison continues to lavish her attention on them. I whisper in your ear, puffing warm breathes with every syllable.* Aren't you happy Mommy is letting you do this, Kimmie? MP: I feel the warm run of her tongue on my body; my bare tits slipping out of the soaked crop top as she does, more horny than I've felt in ages as I moan. "Y..you're - ohhh -you're not my ---mmmhh.. " AL: *Madison pulls the top away from your body and lays it on the counter. She begins playing with your huge breasts, while I at the same time pull my hands away from them and begin to explore your body. I keep nibbleing and licking at your ear, whispering soft words into your head while my hands move all about, groping and kneading and fondling you everywhere* What was that Kimmie? What am I? MP: My breath comes short - panting as I feel myself being played with like some sort of bimbo doll. My hands half-heartedly going to try and ward off Madison, but succeeding only in managing to hold the back of her head -- as if I were pulling her towards me. The whole time moaning wantonly. Instinctively responding to the patronizing tone iun my

vulnerable state "I - - your - - mm.hh.. Mommy, please.." I stammer out, feeling very much like a little bimbo teen. AL: Please what, Kimmie? You have to be specific or Mommy's not going to know what you need. *Madison sucks on your nipple, groping your breast, brolling them in her hands while I move a single hand down your belly and start to tease your crotch. NOt very hard, not very fast, jsut toying with you. My other hand caresses your thighs. My voice wafts ifnto your ear quietly* MP: I feel myself shrinking back, burrowing against you as I lean, my nipples perking up as I feel my slit growing moist. "Please I -- oohhh!" letting out another wanton moan as I feel the heat burning between my thighs. The slow caresses and my own helplessness making me more and more desperate as I squirm in your lap, forgetting to complete my sentence yet again. AL: What is it, Kimmie? come on, use your words. You're a big girl, aren't you? *grins, loving how fun it is to tease you like this. Madison is oblivious to the goings on around her while she contents herself with your breasts. I continue teasing you all around, whispering in your ear and teasing your crotch and thigh* MP: "I -- oh please Mommy -- I i mean Ms. Lee I mean unnh." losing it yet again as my hand drifts down to where you'd most recently run a finger over my slit; as if to try to prise you away from under my skirt. But as it gets there my eyes roll back as a fresh wave of electricity just tingles over me, feeling my wet mound rubbing against the micro mini skirt. AL: *Whispers quietly, leanign my head against yours* What can Mommy do for you, my sweet baby girl? *Grins wide, never letting up the onslaught of fingers everywhere agaisnt your sensative areas* MP: Instinctively responding to you in the same name you'd been addressing yourself as, "P--please mommy I - oh god - I'm so horny!" I whine. AL: Oh? Does Kimmie want her little pussy fucked? *Whispering the words in your ear, not once losing my composure. Keeping the teasing going, pushing you to say these things on your own* MP: "M- my.. N-nn!" I start to try to deny it, but my own words are cut off by yet another deft move of your fingers. In one last desperate attempt I clumsily try to slide forward, as if to simply escape the scenario. My body screaming out with desperation, shocked by the strength of my own desires. AL: *Madison remains in your chest. She has pulled her head away from your breasts and is now simply playing with them in both hands. She bounces your boobs, rolls your nipples betwen her fingers and generally is enjoying playing with them.*

MP: With her blocking my way, I feel myself finally succumbing, whispering back the same thing you'd just told me. "Y..yes.. oh please Mommy yes." AL: You're going to have to ask nicely for it. Manners are important, Kimmie. No child of mine is going to be ill-mannered. *I grin wide, feeling a sense of pride that I managed to get you to call me Mommy of your own accord* MP: Whining, "Oh god - please - Mommy, h..haven't you embarassed me enough?" I sob, oblivious to how much I've sunk, driven mad with lust. AL: I've done no such thing, Kimmie! And we have a guest here with us tonight! I'll not have my baby girl be rude to a friend of mine. Now be polit, or I'm sending you to your room with out a proper fucking. *I push you off my lap, and move my hands up to block Madison from playing with you any more.* MP: I could easily have gotten up and smacked you right then and there... there'd be nothing to stop me from revisiting on you the same punishment I'd done before. But that 'me' was just not here...not now. Right now I really was little Kimmie. And so when you give me a push, far from getting self-righteously angry, I become panicked and worried. Sobbing desperately. "I-- I'm so sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to cause trouble! Oh please, please Mommy I'm so horny. Please give your babygirl what she needs." AL: *smiles, leaning back on my barstool against the bar counter* What does my baby girl need? Be specific. And polite. And use full sentences, sweet ehart. I'll not have my parental methods questioned because of fractured sentences. *I smirk at you. Madison looks a little disappointed she can't play with you any mroe, but seemsto be enjoying your torment now* MP: Squirming in place on the floor as I look up at you, my bare breasts jiggling. I sidle forward so that my face is between your legs. "Please Mommy, can you give me some release and fuck my pussy?" AL: There's a good girl. *I smile, reaching down and petting your head* I would be happy to for my sweet little angel. *I slide off the bar stool and pat Madison on the the thigh* Well, Madison, we are going to go have some fun. It was a pleasure meeting you. We'll have to get toether with Raven sometime and have a chat. I'm sure she would love to meet my Kimmie. *I chuckle and then start walking to the dungeon we had used previously where you were enacting your revenge* MP: I'm all too eager to scamper off after you, feeling intensely humiliated as I hear you talking to Madison like an equal. Sure, she was nothing compared to me...but you were just a sub, you shouldn't be able to talk like that with her! And about ME! But then the realization of just what I'm doing hits me and I find myself turning crimson. Blushing like the blonde girl I've been dolled up to look like, though still maintaining my imposing physique and size....it hardly shows when I'm topless and scampering after you.

Sec 8: Treat ----------~ AL: *We move back through the club and into your dungeon from earlier where I close the door behind you. It closes with a loud thud that echos in the otehrwise silent room* now, Kimmie...we're all alone...Aren't oyu happy I can fuck you properly? MP: The mix of emotions running through me practically overwhelms me. I'm embarassed at just how easily I feel I've been overcome by you...outplayed. The sight of you with your air of total authority -- even in your casual clubwear -- framed by the lights of *my* dungeon making me feel all the more awed. It feels so very wrong - and yet underneath all this, the fresh sting of each new humiliation runs through me, playing off my own arousal and coloring everything a streak of blind passion. AL: *I grin and walk over to you, sliding my hands up your hips and leaning forwrd, kissing your neck and nibbling it* Kimmie such a horny little girl, isn't she? *My hands move up and fondle your breasts, running my fingers over your nipples* How did I ever raise such a bouncy little slut? MP: Part of me wants to resist you - it really truly does! The way you keep calling me kimmie - the way you keep pretending I'm your girl! That I'm a little girl period!! But it's so hard to keep a coherent thought together with all that you keep heaping onto my quivering body. "I...I'm not -- I'm not a slut Andr --- ahhhhh!" caught of guard by the sudden feel of your fingers against my nips. AL: What was that Kimmie? Who are you talking to? *grins, moving around behind you, still kissing your neck, moving over to the otehrside and nibbling up your nec while my hands begin bouncing your breasts* MP: I watch my huge tits bouncing up and down, my face growing red at the sight of it they look so obscenely bimbo-ish on my body! Feeling oh so terribly trapped as I start moaning under your advances. The passionate animal inside being driven crazy by your easy manipulations. "N..nothing." I say, not daring to get you mad. AL: Nothing...what? *nibbling your neck and turning you around to a full body mirror in the corner of the room so you can see eveeerything I'm doing to Kimmie. I continue bouncing your breasts and then start to run my fingers over your nipples, pinching and tugging them* MP: Squriming under your touch, I instinctively start to try to escape your titillating fingers; shrinking a little lower- but that just makes me feel shorter as I look at the wanton bimbo in the mirror. That growing sensation of your authority in my mind. "Nothing Ms. Lee." I say quickly. AL: *Pinches your nipples* Who?

MP: Squealing, losing it in not knowing what you want me to do as my hands fly up. "Ms. Lee?" I squeal out, totally beside myself. AL: Now Kimmie, I'm hurt. How can you not recognize your own Mommy? pinches yournipples again, but then twists them in opposite directions before releasing them* MP: Yelping - tears in my eyes, my whole body throbbing. "M-mommy?" I say, confused and then it hits me - "I..I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't - I .. I didn't know what you wanted me to..." desperately trying to think my way out of this, but stymied by both my overwhelming lust and my fear AL: Well...I'm a little hurt, Kimmie. If you can't recognize your own mother...then perhaps you shouldn't be fucked by her either. *I grin wickedly and pull my hands away from your breasts, taking a step back and feigning disappointment on my face* MP: You're not my mother. I think furiously, but at this point I've grown beyond desperate. My fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my skirt without my thinking even as I quickly step forward - "P-please, I'm sorry Mi--- Mommy." MP: "I didn't mean to - it - it just slipped out." AL: You'll have to make me believe that's true, Kimmie. *I fold my arms and turn my head away , looking up, as if to deny your appology. I lean back on my heels, shifting my weight to one foot. keeping one leg pushed out a little bit while you try desperatly to plcate me* MP: The situation -to a paserby- would be absolutely ludicrous. A tall, strong woman being talked down to by this youngster as if she was just a teenager! And yet my subconscious picks up on your queue even as I'm trying to puzzle out just what to do...or why I've already sunk to my knees, practically draping my body over your exposed leg and hugging it in btween my enormous breasts. Planting a kiss on your leg as I sob, "I..I don't know HOW to convince you mommy!" AL: My toes, Kimmie. you have to kiss them and beg for forgivness. honestly, I thought mommy raised you better than that...and here I thought you were a smart girl. *sighs, looking like I'm disappointed in my own child. Inwardly I'm laughing hysterically at you* MP: "K-kiss your...?!" my voice reflecting a tone of distaste at the thought. But even as the words escape my mouth my body seems to take on a will of its own. On the ground before I know how i got there, my lips pressed against your skin, tongue flicking out briefly -cutting myself off mid sentence. AL: There'sa good Kimmie. *smiles looking downat you* Are you really so sorry, sweet ehart? Mommy might just forgive you if you're very repentent MP: "P--please, An-- Mommy. I need you, I need your help - - I just messed up, so don't

be mad at me." I whimper as I look up at you, all the way up from the ground, feeling you tower over me. AL: What do you need me for? *grin looking down at you* Tell me exactly, in complete sentences, what you need Mommy for. *grins wickedly looking down at you* MP: "I..I'm all messed up - I need your help to make me better an..and...," not able to meet your gaze as I turn away, "and I'm really really horny." AL: So you want Mommy to...*I trail off, wanting you to beg me for what I know you want* MP: Knowing exactly what its going to take as I look up at you, my pride fighting against my need. The struggle etched in my face as I try to be defiant...but no sooner do I look up at you -- a fresh reminder of just how much I've been humiliated -- then the lust comes on ever stronger, driving away thoughts of demanding I be returned to normal as the words practically spill from my mouth in a desperate whimper "Please fuck me, Mommy." AL: Well...ok. how can I resist my darling little girl? *I grin and turn, walking away from you* Go ahead nad keep an eye on yourself in the mirror, Kimmie. Take a look at how cute you are. *I move to one of your tables and pick up a strap on. I fasten it to my hips under my dress and admire it for a second, considering if you would have used this on me earlier or not. I take a look around real quick, curious if I want to restrain you or not* MP: The sound of your heels clicking against the floor reminds me eerily of my boots from earlier this evening. My eyes darting down to my own bare feet...where had my outfit from earlier even gone, anyway? I don't take long thinking about it, too nervous that I might be caught in the act as I dutifully go over to look at myself in the mirror. Itching to turn around and look and watch for what you're getting up to, but not daring to take the chance. Feeling a a fresh wave of embarassment going through me at the sight of my body looking downright skanky with my mounting lust in my licentious body. AL: *The echo of my heels gets closer and closer aftera short time and I appear in the mirror right behind you* Aren't you so adorable , Kimmie Mommy made you look sooo cute! *I grin, placing my hands on your shoulder and pushing the dildo between your leg, letting the long side press against your slit and point out between your legs* MP: At the touch of your hands on my shoulders my body seems to respond almsot on autopilot as I start bending over, so blinded with lust that it's as though my thoughts just can't factor in to connect with my actions. The sight of you above me - for that's how it seems even when I'm taller than you with me so bent over - solidifying more and more that mental image in my mind. It's downright hard not to get sucked into the mindset - I am Kimmie. I'm a cute little girl. Mommy made me cute. A gasp escaping my lips as I see the huge strapon emerging from underneath my slit, already wet with my dripping juices. Your patronizing tone taking the edge off any ideas I might have had of really stopping this from happening, even with the huge didldo between my legs.

AL: Are you ready, Kimmie? We're about to get started. *I grin wide, pulling my hips back and then pushing them forward, movign the dildo along your slit and then pushing it back into place so it's poking out between your legs* MP: Some part of me is busy screaming warnings -- Mistress Raven freaking out, desperate to escape this abject humiliation this PENETRATION by a sub of all things! And yet at this point I'm so far under that my eyes slide half closed as I nod, my voice quieter, squeakier than i've ever heard it. "Yes Mommy. Thank you." AL: That's my big girl. *I pet your hair onece or twice before pulling the dildo back, adjusting the angle and pushing my hips forward, sending it deep into your pussy* MP: The thrust of the dildo - even as I'd tried to brace for it- takes me through entirely. Feelings of shame, humiliation, subjugation all fighting their way and expressing themselves as Kimmy - Kimmy the only facet of my personality able to handle the fucking as she squeals out delightedly, "Oh god yes! Oh fuck my pussy Mommy, Fuck me hard!" feeling the pent-up raw sexual energy coursing through me like a beast of lust. AL: *I thrust forward, pulling you back onto the dildo by your hips. I keep your pointed at the mirror so you can watch the sheer delight you feel while I fuck Kimmie senselss.* I love my little Kimmie. She's such a good girl, isn't that right, sweet heart? *grins, bouncing you on the dildo, fucking you mercilessly, and with such force thet it makes your breasts bounce visibly in the mirror's reflection* MP: Moaning wildly like an animal as I feel myself getting violated, any sign of struggle totally extinguished as the image burns further and further into my mind. "I'm a good girl, I'm your good little girl." Desperately trying to get a grip on myself, but unable to think at all amidst the deep humiliation...and equally great pleasure. AL: Does Kimmie love her mother? *the question injects itself in your head at the same time the dildo is shoved up your pussy so far it practically pulls you off the ground. I actually lean and grab your legs, holding you up so you can see absolutly everything* MP: Mindlessly repeating it as the penetrating blow pushes all other thoughts out of my mind, "Kimmy loves Mommy!" I practically squeal with delight, barely recognizing myself and yet the mental image of me in front of the mirror seared into my mind. Feeling my body wracked as an orgasm works its way through me. AL: Mommy loves Kimmie. Kimmie's such a good girl. *I keep fucking you without restraint, sending the dildo deep into your pussy. I nibble and bite your neck while fucking you intensly. I watch your face while you are fucked and love seeing those massive tits of your bounce so much* MP: "Ohohhh K--Kimmy's a good girl! I'm a good girl!"

AL: That's right, you're a good girl, Kimmie. You would never do anything to displease you dear sweet mother. *fucking you hard and fast, pumping the dildo inside you* MP: In the moment, all I can feel is the pulsations of the huge dildo, the orgasm working its waythrough me. Moaning with wanton abandon as your words play about my ears; passing the climax as my eyes start to focus yet again. AL: *I nibble your neck while fuckign your pussy with reckless abandon, sending the dildo deep into your pussy. I whisper into your ear* Kimmie loves getting fucked by Mommy. MP: "K--kimmy...mmhhmm...kimmy loves getting...getting fucked by mommy." I stammer, my body feeling completely drained; the brutal fucking having taken all the energy and all the fight out of me. AL: *I slow down and stop, letting the orgasm wash over you and start kissing you neck, acting much more gentle now* Now...wasn't that fun, Kimmie? *sitting down so I can release your legs and you're still in my lap. I pet your hair while kissing your neck* MP: As I come down off the absolute euphoric high, the realization of what just happened - of what I'd just done really starts to hammer home. I'm so overwhelmed with shame that I can hardly think straight, so tired i can hardly move. My body slumped dejectedly in your lap as the shame of what a slut I'd just acted like runs through my mind. "I...I can't believe I just did that." I mutter, no trace of that high-pitch squeal in my voice, but rather genuine confusion. As mad as I am at you I don't make a move to stop your toying with my body....some part of me really needing the comfort. MP: With me so confused, it's just nice to be near someone so sure of themselves. MP: Not that I think that consciously - but my body doesn't really need me to. It just knows AL: *I wrap my arms around you, holding you tightly, still stroking your hair while I kiss your cheek* can't believe you did what? Let loose and nejoyed yourself so emensly? Come now, Kimmie...you loved it...you saw your face in the mirror...you know it's true... MP: Whining, "I'm NOT Kimmie. I'm ....." I say angrily- but angry at who? I want so much to deny what you're saying, but I'm too ill-equipped to defend myself intelligently. Too ashamed to really try and explain my own confusion. "I..I just don't know why I did that. I shouldn't have- i.. i've never acted like that ever before." MP: Hating myself for confiding in you and yet somehow feeling safe doing so. AL: So you tried something new...and you are ashamed that you loved every second of it. *I kiss the back of your neck, still petting your hair, combing my fingers through your long

blonde main, while my otherh and keeps you in my embrace.* Is that really such a bad thing? finding out you absolutely love something? MP: Shaking my head, you're wrong. Youre completely wrong! And yet try as I might, I really can't think of anything to say against you. The moment stretching out as the possibility sinks into my mind. . . festering. Ill think about it more later, I finally decide and after a long pause I finally manage "C..can you put me back to normal?" AL: Don't you like being Kimmie? *grins, kissing the back of your neck , keeping you in my warm embrace, petting your hair* but...yes...I probably can. We just have toget you back to my lab. MP: I'm so mad at you, the way you'd totally just humiliated me, that part of me really wants to tear you apart! And yet without having realized it, I'd completely curled up in your lap, my body returning the embrace all too eagerly. I nod my silent assent, not trusting myself to say anything else. AL: Well, alright, Kimmie. Perhaps we should go back to my lab now. *I unwrap my arm from you, petting your hair one more time before pulling it away. I slide the dildo out of your pussy and push you out of my lap. I stand up and stretch*

Sec 9: Restoration ----------~ MP: No sooner do you stand up then I start looking around, the news that I'm going to finally get back to my old self having perked me up...somewhat. And yet the problem of having none of my clothes hits me dead on. Not thinking I'd be able to bear a second round of humiliation having to go upstairs naked - and only my skirt remaining of the embarrassing schoolgirl outfit I'd been made to wear before. Barefoot, I start looking for the other outfit I'd remembered you bringing, stopping only a few moments later as the eery feeling of being a kid waiting for Mommy to take her somewhere sets in yet again. Abruptly, "Where's my purse?!" I say, just a hint of nervous panic as I think of my car keys - realizing with a start it's not where I'd initially left it. AL: Hm? I don't know. Where did you leave it last? *I start unstrapping the dildo under my dress ad return it to the table I found it earlier. I stride over to you* Oh no...did you lose your purse Kimmie? MP: Frustrated as I continue looking around, "It's Rachel! And no, I didn't LOSE it, it's just gone! It and my outfit from earlier - i - oh god, where did it go?!" turning to look at you suddenly, "Did you take it with you when you went ...." my voice trailing off as a pinkish hue comes to my cheek. I'd been trying to talk to you like I might normally, but relating the event - remembering how you'd left me here to go talk to Mistress Madison --no, Miss Madison.... -- it just brings back all the memories as my tits continue to bounce. AL: I don't much care for your attitude, young lady. I hope you're planning to adjust it. *I arch an eyebrow looking at you sternly, shifting my weight so I'm leaning toward the door, as if I'm ready to just walk right toward it* MP: Growing more and more frustrated by the moment - surely she's not going to continue playing this stupid 'kimmie' game? But even as the thought comes to me the far worse thought -- being left behind with no clothes, no keys, and no phone looking like THIS in my dungeon -- starts to sink in. Still, I try to salvage what dignity I can, not daring to correct you for the 'young lady' again. "SOrry I just - it was right here! I'm sure of it!" I AL: Cant you keep track of your toys, Kimmie? *I sigh, my chest expanding and contracting with the air I breath out slowly* That was an expensive purse. I'm not goign to buy you another one until you learn to take care of your things. MP: Shocked, "But you didn'--- " and then I stop abruptly as I look towards you, the realization running through me at once. The game's not over. As much as I want it to be, you're saying it loud and clear: either I play along as Kimmie - mommy's little girl - or I don't get your help. Atl east that's the message that sinks into my head. THe problem is, unlike earlier where I'd been besides myself with arousal so it was easy to push aside just what I was doing, here I'd literally just gotten off. I was feeling a whole lot more clearheaded...and yet that just made it all the harder. TO be so very aware and yet have to play along! I grit my teeth angrily, but say nothing as I look up at you, feeling more and more

trapped by your authority by the minute. Through clenched teeth I manage a "Sorry Mommy." - not objecting to a word you'd said. AL: Aw...it's ok, sweet heart. *I smile and walk over to you, giving you a hug and kissing your forehead* I'm sure it will turn up. Until then, we can take my car. Of course...we'll have to find you something to wear...I don't think Madison kept your top when she removed it. I suppose we'll have to find something else for you to wear... MP: I can't help but shoot a dirty look at you the moment you turn, but already the burning sting of the humiliation is running through me. I'd just called you Mommy again....You'd had the nerve to talk down to me - after all you'd just put me through - and here I was forced to suck up to you AGAIN! I shake my head, clearing my furious thoughts. There would be a time for this. For now, I needed to get my body back to normal. Then I could figure out just how I would deal with you...to repay you for all that you'd done to me! And yet- despite my wrathful anger, the fresh humiliation already has my nipples perking up. I try to convince myself it's just these insane tits, but as I watch You walk off in your casual latex outfit, It became harder and harder. AL: Come along, Kimmie. *I pat my thigh while heaidng toward the door* We must get you dressed in something proper. I can't have you running around my lab stark naked. No matter how much you might enjoy that. MP: Looking up with some apprehension, "P..please Miss L-- I mean, Mommy. I..I can't go up looking like...well like this." I motion to my own naked body with some embarassment, the thought of what might happen too much for me. AL: Oh, it's ok. Everyone out there already saw you like this. They saw you kissing Madison's toes and having your tits used as a glasss. Everyone out there thinks you're a subby little slut. *I smile at you* but They also know that I'm your mommy. So long as you're at my side, you're protected form the bad people. MP: The words hit me like a stinging slap! They think I"m a subby slut...they know I'm your Mommy! Had I really just subbed? And to you? A mix of shock and fury rise up in me, part of me seriously in danger of forgetting things entirely - grabbing a whip and just going crazy! It's only the sight of you actually starting to leave that makes me forget my thoughts for revenge and hurriedly chase after you. AL: Hurry up, Kimmie. I don't want to lose you in suc ha big place. *I step out of the dungeon doors and start moving into the club taking a look around for theclothing area.* MP: I find myself desperately trying to hide behind you, thrust altogether too quickly into this situation and with no way to defend myself. One of my arms covering up my breasts as best I can - though the mere act really only manages to cover my nipples while making me seem incredibly busty. Running behind you barefoot as I urgently whisper and try to give you directions; although I instinctively start heading towards the domme area.

AL: *I walk to the area you direct me to and start looking for the clotehs* Hmmm...I don't see much in the way of volumtuous little girls, Kimmie. MP: Getting more and more irritated. "It doesn't have to be a perfect fit. There's got to be something here that'll do. Something a little longer, maybe a robe or the like." Breaking away from you to head to where I'm almost positive I'll find a suitable bustier or leather top. AL: Hm...well, you go ahead and browse while I find something that will look good on you. *I grin, giving you permission to look around jsut before you actually leave myside so it seems like you leaving was my idea even though you were going to do that laready* MP: The effect isn't lost on me; feeling a bit of resentment, but my defiant "I was gonna go anyway!" comes out sounding a lot like a bratty teenager. My ears going pink as I feel stupid for playing into your hands. Still, it's nice to get out from under your scrutiny, even if for just a moment. Quickly looking through the racks as I search for something to hide my bimbo-body while still helping re-establish my dominant affect. Finally, I settle on a one-piece leather domme-piece:
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AL: *I walk back over to you* Oh I see you found something...um...black. *I scratch my head, obviously not very approving of your choice in outfit but acting like a parent who's trying to tolerate their child's taste in clothing* MP: I finish getting on the second boot, rising to my feat, already feeling my confidence returning, my hair - though still blonde - no longer up in pigtails, having come undone in the course of getting on the outfit. It's so much easier to try and exude that air of confidence when I wasn't feeling so very underdressed. Looking back down at you, "I'd say it suits me.", unable to hide just a hint of smugness from my tone. "Anyway, it's a really tight fit up top...might we get going?" And then - hastily, ".. if that's okay with you, Mommy." AL: hm...yes...we can go. I think I'll bring along something extra um...just in case. That does look to be a pretty tight fit up top...*I eye your chest, straining the latex to its limits. I shrug* but, I'm sure you can at least dress yourself properly, Kimmie. *I smile and return

to the rack, picking something out and then putting it in a bag to take with us. I turn and start walking toward the exit* Should we say goodbye to Madison before we leave? MP: I shake my head, continuing to talk as calmly as I can manager. "No, I don't think so she's around here all the time, I'm sure I'll see her later. Besides..it's kind of embarrassing." I finish lamely AL: Yeah...you're right. She wasn't very good at dommeing. It is a little embarrassing to watch her fumble about working like that. *I shrug and then smile at you* Well, come along Kimmie, off to the lab we go. *walking toward the exit* MP: I actually laugh when you call me Kimmie, the whole thing seeming like a big joke as I follow you out. But I'm very careful to not actually say anything - some part of me instinctively knowing better than to defy You. AL: *walking out into the parking lot and moving toward my car.* I'm surprised you're not embarrassed to be seen like that in public, Kimmie. It's so...dark. It doesn't look very good on you really. MP: Laughing cruelly, "Oh, come on now, it brings out all my best features - surely you see that." I say calmly, "Kinda radiates authority." Going to open the door to get in, "Why'd you choose black?" AL: Because it didn't come in red and it was the most attractive dress. And I don't really think that outfit radiates authority...it kinda just looks...silly. It's very plain without much thought put into it. Like wearing a big black garbage bag. *I shrug* but, kids these days wear odd things. *Stepping into my car and turning it on* MP: I'm about ready to say something disparaging - a barb about you being just a stupid kid - but I bite my tongue and say nothing. It's happening all over again. Unable to object and your words just hanging in the air between us. A few moments pass and I actually look down, as if to check whether it really did look like a garbage bag. Quickly looking backup, not wanting you to know I'd been checking. AL: *I drive my car, seeming not to really give you a second thought. Certainly not the desired effect a domme likes to have on a sub who is apparently chauffeuring her around. Instead I drive nonchalantly and only look at you if I have something to say, and it's very briefly before my attention goes back to the road* MP: Bit by bit I stop trying to get in sideways barbs, kind of dwelling on my own thoughts. Trying to figure out what I'm going to do about my purse, my car, and getting out from under your thumb. I figure once my body's back to normal things will be set - but there's this nagging dobut of not even knowing what went wrong in the first place. Still, I tried to convince myself you'd already had your fun and things would soon be back to normal. AL: You know, i'm going to miss Kimmie when she's gone. *I sigh, continueing the drive,

makign idle conversation* Rachel's fun and everything, but Kimmie was so...bouncy. It was hard not to like her. MP: Turning back to you, trying to think through my response carefully. Finally I end with, "Not for me. I'll be happy to just be back to being myself." AL: Will you? *I glance at you sideways, arching an eyebrow already* I mean...if you're Rachel again...are you ever going to have the pure blissful enjoyment Kimmie had? or are you going to go back to doing what you did before? And how satisfied were you with that life? I mean really? MP: Smiling, finding myself opening up more than I'd meant to. "I'm Rachel Atherton successful CEO of a multinational corporation. I'm Mistress Raven, the breaker of Dommes. I love my life, Andrea. Don't ask me to explain what happened with Kimmie I'm not even sure I understand it myself." AL: You mean about hving the mind shattering orgasms? Or just being able to relinquesh all that stress of being a successful CEO and the responsability of being such a domme breaker? *I shrug as if not actually expecting you to answer, just leaving the question hanging in the air for you to absorb.* Oh well, here we are, Kimmie, time to go to my lab. *I slip otu of the car, not having once aknowleged you as Rachel in this form* MP: Not even thinking twice as I slip out of the car, answering to the name "Kimmie", and follow you in. Eager to finally have this all set right. "So what exactly do you think went wrong with this?" I ask, motioning to my messed up hair as we walk AL: I think you may have a unique body chemistry. The only reason I have to believe that is your tits. *I reach out and send the back of my hand up your breast once to bounce them* They're much bigger than any of my other test subjects. I think you're an anomaly in the gene pool and are more susceptible to the change. When I get you back to normal I may have to keep you under observation. You might have to come back to me a few times before we can get a permanent solution to the situation handled. MP: That thought rankles me more than a little bit, but I don't mention anything as I continue to follow you. My corset doing a good job at minimizing my breasts; not really giving you much to bounce with, although it's clearly straining both me and the material to have you toy with it. The quality of the club's "outfit-pool" not really being the highest. AL: *Because it's so late at night, there aren't a lot of people left in the building. We pass to my lab pretty much undetected. Nobody sees you in your outfits* Well, at least no one saw you in your garbage bag. *I enter the lab and walk toward the back of the room toward a a big pod looking chair I had set up recently* MP: I drum my fingers nervously on the door as I watch you work. "C'mon Andrea; how long is this going to take?" I say furtively.

AL: *I shoot you a look* What was that, Kimmie? MP: "Just wondering how long you thought this was going to take." I say simply, oblivious to my faux pas, having already - my confidence brought on by my appearance making it all the easier. AL: *I turn my entire body toward you, fold my arms, shift my weight from one side to the other* It will take as long as it takes, Kimmie. And I don't much care for the way you're speaking to me, young lady. MP: I look right back at you, meeting your gaze, but not saying anything. I don't really *care* how you feel about the way I talk. I think to myself, but I don't say it - not out loud. After a long pause just nodding, as if to say I understand and then goign to look for a place to sit. Still with that air of defiance practically following me around as my boots stomp firmly against hte ground. AL: *I sigh* Teenagers. Always so rebellious at this stage...*I say and continue working on the pod chair, putting in some final adjustments before powering it on. Your body beginning to change swiftly.* =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Sec 10: Part I: Epilogue

{{{Kimmy was restored to Rachel in short order, her body remodeled back under the effects of the pod chair. And by the time she was back home she could almost believe it hadn't happened . . . or at least she could wish it. Things, however, certainly *seemed* to move in a good direction for her. The buyout of MedUTech proceeded smoothly, leaving her part-owner and local supervisor of the entire corporation. But unbeknownst to her, all was not quite as it seemed. And while Andrea had agreed to reset things - and was indeed true to her word - she by no means decided to leave matters to the status quo. Modifying the biologic effects, she programmed Rachel to begin reverting to Kimmy at random times. Triggered by her mind state, or how in control she felt. And while the changes might be very mild or subtle, they wouldn't simply go away with time. But that's a story for another time.}}