From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: The Island of Fetish SLaves  1/6  TG, femdom
Date: 11 Dec 1994 12:55:38 -0500

 Post-it Note:  I didn't write this - AD

 Dedication:  I would like to thank all the members of the JSS 
               Bulletin board who have uploaded stories. After 
               being off the system for a year. I was surprised 
               at the number of fiction stories available when 
               I was re-instated. I immediately proceeded to 
               download almost everything in sight. The stories 
               were great and some, perhaps the ones by Mistress 
               Kay, and Dani O'Neill were inspired. 
 
               Now that I've read them all. I feel it's time to 
               "Do my share" as the saying goes. My last story 
               TVDOLL surprisingly was still on the board and 
               perhaps one of the largest of the fiction files. 
               Never to be outdone, I present my latest story. 
               "The Island Of Fetish Slaves".  
                
               I've taken great pains to make sure that the text 
               is pure ASCII, under 80 characters across so no 
               one should have any problem reformatting the file. 
               I hope you enjoy it. I think you'll find they is 
               all little something for everybody in here, no 
               matter what your tastes. I welcome any comments  
               whatsoever after your done. drop me a line on the 
               BBS. 
 
    Prologue:  Mistress Vera was age 45. She had started over 
               20 years ago as a call girl, almost immediately 
               specializing in Kinky Clients. Unlike most hookers, 
               prostitutes and call girls, she saved almost all 
               her money. Saving up whatever she could. In the 
               early days she even took a lot of kidding from 
               her friends. However most of the laughing stopped 
               when she announced that she was going to move to 
               California, and open her own house, that would 
               specialize in the kind of clients she handled so 
               well. Her house was an immediate success, discreet 
               well tended, and well stocked. As a result her 
               money continued and continued to grow. She 
               invested wisely, and made even more money, and 
               more, until she had enough to make even Donald 
               Trump blush. And so children begins our story. 
               Mistress Vera was ready to retire, and believe me 
               she was going to do it in style. She planned and 
               plotted with her life long friend Tanya,the things 
               that she wanted in her retirement. After 20 years 
               her sexual tastes ran to feminized men (I'll bet 
               you were wondering when we would get to it). 
               She was different then other dominants in that she 
               was not really interested in beating their brains 
               out, just in dressing them the way she wanted, and 
               being in control. Oh, she loved her bondage all 
               right but only for it's restrictive aspects not 
               for pain. And also unlike other dominants, she 
               had no objection to having actual sex with her 
               clients, as long as she as in control. And that 
               dear readers brings us to her plan. For retirement 
               she would purchase an island, built a huge house, 
               staff it with the items and people necessary to 
               run her operation, and then one by one select her 
               little victims.Tanya and herself decided on 8. One 
               for each of her moods and sexual diversions. She 
               would acquire them one by one until she had all 
               8. Then her retirement would be complete. She  
               didn't want slick ultra feminine she-males, or 
               transexuals, or professional TV hookers. Want she 
               wanted was YOU! That's right I said you. I mean it. 
               You, the one who is reading this story. She wanted 
               (no offense) closet TV's. Those lovely little 
               feminine creatures who dress up in the privacy of 
               their homes, wishing their little feminine fantasies  
               would come true. Well cheer up because Mistress 
               Vera is about to make it happen........ 
 
 
 The Cast: 
 
 Mistress Vera............ The Owner Of Fetish Island 
 Miss Tanya .............. Her close friend of 15 years. 
 Mary Ann ................ Victim #1 (The Little Girl) 
 Annette ................. Victim #2 (The French Maid) 
 Tina Tits ............... Victim #3 (The TV Whore) 
 Luscious Louise ......... Victim #4 (The Drag Queen) 
 Breathtaking Barbara .... Victim #5 (The High Fashion Model) 
 Hot Helen ............... Victim #6 (The Hooker) 
 Sissy Susan ............. Victim #7 (The Suburban Housewife) 
 Carla Cunt .............. Victim #8 (The Fetish Model) 
 Doris & Susie ........... The Salon Girls 
  
 
                        VICTIM #1 
 
    "Well Tanya, what have you to report," Mistress Vera asked 
her lovely assistant? "I have definitely located the first 
person you asked for, and I have a candidate for #2 but I'm not 
sure yet," Tanya replied. "Splendid my friend, tell me about #1." 
"He's a very small boned person. In his late 20's. His name is 
Martin. And I believe he's an Insurance adjuster for a 
local company. Our detective in New York has followed him on 
several occassions to department stores, and seen him fingering 
the clothes in the little girl departments. Last week we entered 
his apartment while he was at work, and has found all the 
appropriate things. There's no doubt, he's a little sissy who 
likes to dress up in little girl things." 
 
    "Lovely, Tanya, great research...OK go ahead and do it". 
"Shall I use the standard method to kidnap him?" "Yes, by all 
means. The fake; my car broke down may I use your phone never 
fails to work. Men are always a sucker for the wide-eyed girl 
in trouble routine. Use the Ether, and then the needle once 
he's out. Have the detective help you get him on the plane, you 
know how to do the rest...." 
 
    Martin's eyes blinked open and he groggily looked around, he 
was completely disoriented. He looked around the huge living room, 
the ultra modern furniture, bare hard wood floors and fancy throw 
rugs. Then his eye caught Tanya & Vera sitting on the couch 
across from him. "You", he said, pointing at Tanya, "you asked 
to use the phone and then you attacked me, what the Hell 
happened? Where are we? Who are you?" 
 
    "Please calm down Martin", Mistress Vera spoke. "I will  
explain everything, would you like a drink?" "Tanya, please be 
so kind as to get Martin a drink." "Yes, A scotch & water please." 
Tanya bought Martin his drink and then settled back down on the 
sofa next to Vera. 
 
    "Martin, please do forgive the harsh methods, we employed, but 
we're dealing with a very touchy subject here, and we've found 
from past experiences that (A) Everyone denys their fetish when 
asked, and (B) they never seem to really believe who I am, or that 
I really do have the money and resources I claim to have. So we 
have found that action speaks louder than words. First to set one 
thing straight, please get up and look out the picture window." 
 
    Martin rose and stepped up to the picture window. Outside were 
vast grounds, well tended with several smaller houses, a marina 
and obviously a perfect view of the ocean. "Where the Hell Am I?" 
 
    "Well I can tell you two things, you're certainly not in New 
York anymore, in fact your not even in the United States anymore. 
You're on a private island in the pacific, you were bought here 
by private plane, and then to the island by private boat. I think 
you will agree by looking around that I am quite wealthy. 
 
    "OK, so I agree, you're very wealthy, but what does that have 
to do with me and why you kidnapped me?" "Ah yes, that brings us 
to the main issue," Vera said. "We've kidnapped you because you 
like little girls clothes." "That's a lie," Martin said, "Who  
told you that." 
 
    "Martin, please do you think I wasted my money and time to 
bring you 5,000 miles to have you deny it!" "We know you like 
little girls things, we've followed you, we've been in your 
apartment, we know Martin, beyond any shadow of doubt." " OK, I 
see, alright I admit it, are you going to blackmail me, that's 
silly I don't have any money, and you obviously have enough  
already." 
 
    "No we have no interest in blackmailing you, in fact we're 
here to make your dream come true, but you get only one chance. 
If you don't take it Tanya here will drug you again, you'll be 
put on the boat, and when you wake up, you'll be back in your 
apartment in New York. Alone, and you'll find $1,000 dollars 
for your trouble over the last three days." 
 
    "Remember only one chance...Would you like to live here as 
a little girl?" Martin looked around at the vast expanse of 
wealth, the house, then Tanya & Vera themselves. There appeared 
to be no doubt they were dead serious. Martin's mind raged with 
a hundred different options, but the truth was, he was dying to 
take their offer. "But my Job," he said. "Who cares, do you 
really care," Tanya asked? "No I guess not," Martin replied. 
"Do you think you could picture me as your Mother? Do you find 
me attractive?" "Well to be honest, yes I do find you very 
attractive." "Then stay with us Martin, we can make you happy, 
we will never really hurt you, and you can live your fantasy. 
A lovely little rich girl, but you must always follow my 
instructions and you must stay forever." 
 
    "Well, I'd like..." "Well nothing, Martin, yes or no, decide 
now!" Martin hung his head..."Yes." "We have your solemn promise 
to stay and follow instructions?" "YES", Martin replied. "Splendid, 
Tanya tell Doris and Susie in the salon their first customer is 
on the way. I want you to supervise everything personally. 
Tonight my little Mary Ann comes alive!" 
 
    Tanya lead Martin down a long hall to another wing of the 
house. "Just let us do everything", Tanya said, "and tonight  
will give you pleasure beyond anything you've experienced." 
She entered a feminine little girls' room, and told Martin to 
take off all his clothes. Everything! "This will be your room 
from now on.", Tanya said. Martin looked around the feminine  
little girls bedroom, all in pink, with a canopied bed, white 
furniture, deep carpeting, the mirrored vanity. God it's  
gorgeous he thought to himself, it's a little girls dream. "You 
like it don't you?", Tanya asked. Martin shuttered, and sputtered. 
"That's OK, you don't have to answer."  
 
    Martin undressed and was handed a robe to put on, while it 
was slightly feminine somehow he had expected more. It was 
obviously a girls, but rather plain. When Tanya saw his look of 
consternation she said, "Don't worry it's only temporary while 
your in the Salon. 
 
    Back out in the corridor Martin was lead further down the hall 
to the Salon. Inside was a typical beauty parlor. Doris greeted 
them at the door. She was a perky girl, perhaps about 25 years 
old, blonde hair up in a pony tail, minimal makeup. Susie the 
other girl was about the same age, with slightly shorter jet black 
hair, both were dressed in jeans, and loose fitting tops, with 
pink sneakers. "I'm going to leave you now, but I'll be back 
later", Tanya said. "The girls will answer any questions you 
have while they work."  
 
    After Tanya left, the girls helped him into a bath area where 
he was told to get into a sweet smelling bubble bath. He was a 
little shy and hesitant about taking off his robe, and stepping 
into the bath. Susie said, "Look, honey you're going to have to 
stop acting like this. There's nothing to hide anymore, No one 
is going to criticize you, or make fun or you, or call you names. 
Everyone here, is here because they love this kind of thing. Just 
relax and enjoy it. Don't you have any questions?"  
 
    "Well yes", Martin said. "I was kind of expecting something 
different. I, well, expected you girls to be dressed a little 
more exoticly, or something." "Oh, I see", said Doris, "you've 
been reading to many of those TV magazines of yours honey, this 
is real life. Nobody can actually work well like that. Susie and 
I are working now. Did you expect me to come mincing out in some 
tight Mini-Skirt, with huge dangling earrings, or something." 
"Well yes, I guess", Martin replied. "Be serious sweetheart, how 
could I possible give you a bath like that. Oh, it's not that 
we don't like those things. Susie and I both adore them, as I'm 
sure you'll get to see later on, but that's then and this is 
now." She continued to sponge Martin's back with the sweet 
smelling bubble bath. 
 
    After the bath Martin was lead back into the salon proper, 
and seated in the chair. Susie shampooed and rinsed his hair, 
while Doris painted his toenails a delicate shade of pink. Both 
girls chattered on gayly about Mistress Vera and how she got all 
her money. All the rules of the house, where everything was 
located, and a million other minor details. Martin was so intent 
on listening to them he finally did relax. So much so, that he 
practically forgot what they were doing. However that ending 
quite abruptly as Susie said, "all done", and spun his chair 
around to face the mirror. Staring back was a girl (at least to 
his eyes) with her hair all set in pink plastic curlers, and 
little pink picks to hold them in place. All at once, he was 
embarassed, exciting & humiliated. Even more so when he realized 
it was now blonde, instead of his usual brown.  
 
    His cock started to grow inside his robe with excitement. 
Something that didn't go unnoticed by Doris. "Oh, look Susie 
now we're finally getting somewhere". She reached out and casually 
stroked his growing bugle under his robe. "Just like the first 
time you came in here", Doris said. Both girls laughed, and it 
finally dawned on Martin that Susie wasn't really a girl. He 
looked back and forth between the two girls, and they laughed 
even harder. Merry laughter, not cynical laughter, Martin  
couldn't help laughing himself now. Doris gently stroked his 
cock and with the other hand patted his curlered head. "This 
more like what you had in mind little Mary Ann!"  
 
    The girls lead him over to the hair dryer were he sat for 
the next hour. Susie gave him a catalog, filled to the brim with 
little girls fashions. "If you see something you like, hon, just 
circle it, and Mistress will probably order it for you, if she 
approves. 
 
    After his hair was dry, the girls went on with his makeup. 
Light foundation, and pressed powder. They plunked his eyebrows 
until he had thin graceful feminine arches. A very light brown 
eyebrow pencil. Susie then added a pale light blue eyeshadow, 
for a hint of color, and just a wee touch of silvery white under 
his shaped eyebrows to enhance them just a touch. Next came the 
false eyelashes. Long, but delicate, befitting a little girl, 
and a small touch of mascara to blend them into his own 
eyelashes. She then did cheeks, a nice rosey pink color to  
highlight his blonde curls. A sweet little light pink lipstick 
followed by just a touch of lip gloss. 
 
    Again the girls spun the chair around for him to view his 
newly created image. A shiver pasted through Martin's body as 
he viewed his new delicate features. The sight of his beautiful 
face, and his hair still in pink curlers was so exciting his 
hands were actually shaking. "OK, OK, enough already", Doris 
said spinning the chair around again. "One last thing to do, then 
we'll call Tanya and tell her, her little girl is ready for 
dressing." 
 
    She took the curlers out of his hair, and started to comb out 
his new hairdo. When she was done, she spun the chair around 
once more for Martin to see. Now he truly looked like a little 
girl. The girls had styled a beautiful blonde pageboy hairdo that 
curled under on the sides, and had sweeping bangs across his 
forehead. Susie took a length of pink ribbon, and slipped it 
under his hairdo at the back of his neck, and then tied it just 
above his bangs into a little pink bow. "All done little Miss 
Mary Ann", Doris said. 


    Tanya was called and picked him up at the Salon, where he 
was lead back to his room. Once there Tanya wasted no time in 
starting on his clothes. "Dinner is in one hour Mary Ann and 
Mommy wouldn't want you to be late." 
 
    First she handed him a pair of pink ruffled panties, with 
ruffles all across the seat, and white lace all across the 
front. This was followed by a pink lace bra, delicate and small. 
She ordered him to hold out his arms in front of him. She slipped 
the straps up his arms and onto his chest, then went around back 
to fasten it. A little adjustment to the straps here and there 
and it was on to the next item. A lovely pair of pink satin 
bloomers with little bands of ruffles and lace at each of the 
legs, and a little drawstring, which Tanya pulled closed and 
tied in little bows. She ordered him to sit on the bed, and 
pink knee socks were drawn up his now smooth legs. The socks had 
little white lacy ruffles at the top. She produced a pair of  
black patent leather Mary Janes, and securely buckled his onto 
his feet. 
 
    "All right, stand up little lady". While Martin stood she 
went to the closet and produced the dress, a lovely feminine 
creation designed to delight the heart of any young girl. All 
pale pink satin with white lace trim across the bodice, and 
around the short sleeves, with big puffy shoulders. The dress 
was extremely short, just barely covering his hips and thighs. 
"OK, now just stand still", Tanya ordered. She walked over to 
the closet and was rooting around in there. Martin looked at 
himself in the full length mirror, and he was totally in love 
with the little girl who looked back at him. He turned on way 
and then the other, examining his image. Everything looked  
perfect except....except the dress, it fit right on top but the 
bottom just seemed to hang there limply, and there also seemed 
to be too much material, compared to the rest of the dress. 
 
    "Admiring yourself are we young lady!" Tanya surprised him, 
he hadn't realized how long he'd been staring in the mirror. "Oh, 
yes, I was just looking...to see how I looked." "Well your missing 
the main ingredient sweetheart. Something no discriminating little 
girl should be without. Martin turned around to look at her, and 
she was right. In her hands were the most extensive set of 
petticoats he ever saw. Nothing like the ones he used to finger 
in the little girls department of the department stores. These 
were huge. 
 
    "OK, hold your skirts up all the way", Tanya ordered. Martin 
raised them up. "All the way, Mary Ann, further, above your 
waist. Now lift your foot. Now the another one. Tanya slid the 
petticoats up Martin's legs all the way to the waist. "Alright, 
drop your dress." She tugged on the dress and adjusted 
everything here and here until she was satisfied. Martin was now 
enclosed in yards and yards of divine white petticoats. His dress 
now stood straight out for 2 feet in all directions. When he 
looked in the mirror again, he saw that the bottom of his 
bloomers showed if he made the slightest movement. 
 
    She put little pink short gloves on his hands, with delicate 
white lace trim at the wrist. She placed a pink beaded bracelet 
on his left wrist, and a little gold charm bracelet on his right. 
She added little pink earrings in the shape of a heart to each 
of his ears, and a matching little pink beaded necklace to match 
the one on his left wrist. She handed him a dainty pink patent 
leather little girl's purse, and showed him how to hold it over 
his arm.  
 
    She gave him detailed instructions on how to conduct himself 
at dinner, and what instructions he should follow, and what to 
expect from Mother this evening. "Won't you be there Tanya", 
Martin inquired? "No sweetheart, Doris and I have other plans, 
you and Mother will be dining alone" 
 
    Mary Ann was in the dining room when his new "Mother" entered. 
She swept in on a wave of black loveliness, trailing a cloud of 
intoxicating perfume. When Martin had first seen her she was 
obviously very beautiful, but she had looked a little older than 
he would have preferred. Now however she was the sum total of 
all the femininity in the world. A gorgeous black cocktail dress, 
white pearls, shoulder length black evening gloves, and black 
sequined evening purse clutched in her gloved hand. Her hair was 
up and pinned in a french twist in the back, and breathtaking 
diamond and pearl dangling earrings hung from her ears. Black 
patent leather 5 inch spike heels on her feet, with little black 
bows adorning each instep. 
 
    "Oh, Mary Ann, my little angel, you look so adorable", she 
clutched him to her ample bosom, and he was enveloped in her 
perfume. He was so excited his cock didn't start to grow in his 
pink ruffled panties, it started to twitch, almost as if he was 
instantly going to come. He looked up into her eyes, she was 
gorgeous, she made Joan Collins look like Little Orphan Annie. 
"Oh mommy, your so beautiful", he managed to stammer out. "Do you 
like Darling?" She did a sexy little twirl. "I thought you'd like 
to see Mother in this lovely little creation, but enough darling, 
let's eat I'm starved. 
 
    A maid served them dinner while the new mother and daughter 
chatted. Not a french maid, just a regular real life maid. Doris 
had told him that there were several regular servants around the 
house that had nothing whatsoever to do with Mistress Vera's  
little sexual fantasy land. He found it extremely difficult to 
concentrate throughout dinner. When the food was served it looked 
so delicious he hadn't realized how hungry he really was. While 
both eat heartily, Vera cautioned him, "Darling, don't get too 
carried away, or Mommy will have to put you on a diet, to fit 
into those lovely new corsets we're going to start training you 
in tomorrow." 
 
    Dinner wasn't over a minute to soon for Martin, and while the 
maid cleared the dishes Mother was drinking a Brandy. "Darling, 
why don't you go into the living room and relax, while Mother 
fixes her makeup." Martin spent the free time in the living room 
examining his costume in the living room mirror. He was so 
excited he felt as if his cock would explode, if he didn't get 
release soon. He then sat on the couch to await Mother's return. 
 
    Vera re-entered a sat on the couch next to Martin. "Oh, honey 
you looked so lovely today, you've made Mother so very happy." 
She ran her hands gently over his dress, and across his shoulders. 
"Do you like mommy?" "Oh yes Mother, your so beautiful." Vera 
slid the zipper on her dress down, and to Martin's surprise  
peeled down the top, revealing her 40D breasts, encased in a 
lovely black lace bra. She unfastened it, and let it drop,  
exposing her breasts in all their majesty. "Does Mother have nice 
breasts Mary Ann?" Martin was so excited words wouldn't even come 
out of his mouth. "Touch them darling, caress them, Mother likes 
that. Here sweetie, let me help you take off your little gloves." 
 
    She removed his gloves, and placed his hands on her breasts. 
Mary Ann did as requested and gently caressed Mother's breasts. 
A little moan escaped her lips, while he continued his massage. 
"Oh baby, your pink nails look so nice caressing mommy's tits, 
look at them darling." Mary Ann did. She watched her own feminine 
little fingers now caressing Mother tits, her little pink nails 
trailing across Mother's nipples. 
 
    That was it, he couldn't stand it, anymore. Inside his 
pink panties, his cock exploded with an earth shattering orgasm. 
He stiffened and twitched like a limp doll. He looked up at 
Mother with an ashamed expression on his face. "That's all right 
Mary Ann, Mother understands, I know you were very excited. Go 
to the bathroom, and clean up, and come back, when your done. 
 
    Mary Ann quickly ran to her room, pulling off her bloomers 
and panties. She went in the bathroom cleaned herself up, and 
searched the dresser for a new pair to put on. When she returned 
she was surprised to see Mother sitting just were she had left 
her. "Now where were we", Mother said. 
 
    They went through the same routine again, except this time 
Mary Ann was a little more in control. Vera peeled off her dress 
the rest of the way, and dropped it on the floor. She placed 
Mary Ann's hand on her black satin panties. "Doesn't that feel 
nice Mary Ann?" "Oh yes Mother", Mary Ann replied while 
caressing her panties. "Would you like to kiss them darling?" 
"Yes Mother." 
 
    Mary Ann got on her knees in front of Vera, while Vera  
spread her legs. Mary Ann placed her lips on mommy's panties 
leaving a faint trace of pink lipstick on the black satin. 
"pull them down darling, show Mother how much you love her." 
 
    Mary Ann needed no further invitation. She pulled them down 
and caressed Mother's cunt with her little pink tongue. Vera 
was moaning & groaning now, her head thrown back. She grasped 
Mary Ann's head, and urged her deeper. "Yes Darling, yes, lick 
Mommy's pussy, oh yes my little angel". She shuttered and 
collapsed much the way Mary Ann had done. Her body twitching 
until it finally was still. 
 
    After regaining her composure. She put her arm around  
Mary Ann, and kissed her. "Oh my lovely little daughter, you've 
been so good for Mother. Help mommy take off her Evening gloves, 
sweetheart." Mary Ann helped Mother peel off the lovely black 
gloves. Revealing long wicked looking dark red nails. "Stand up 
darling." Those long red nails disappeared up underneath Mary 
Ann's dress, and in a flash per panties were down, and her cock 
was free. She sat back down on the couch while Mother continued 
to caress her cock. 
 
    Petticoats hiked up, panties pulled down, Mary Ann was in 
ecstasy as Vera masturbated her. Her long red nails flashing 
up and down. "Now are you happy to stay with us Mary Ann? Aren't 
you glad to be Mother's little girl? Don't you want Mother to 
show you how to dress very pretty? Isn't Everything Mother said 
coming true? Do you love mommy? Would you like to kiss mommy's 
big beautiful breasts?" 
 
    Mary Ann was overcome with passion for the second time within 
an hour. Her cum coating Vera's hand. "Well now wasn't that fun 
darling", Vera asked?  
 
    Every evening, for the next several weeks Mary Ann was dressed 
and more or less the same routine took place. Vera & Tanya were 
discussing it on the couch on evening after Mary Ann had gone up 
to her room to watch T.V. 
 
    "God Tanya, it's so much fun. She looks so cute all dressed 
up in those little party dresses, and little blonde curls, and 
she's so easy to please. Just let her caress my body, lick my 
pussy, suck my tits, and all I have to do is masturbate her to 
get her off. However it is getting a little repetitious, it's time 
to move forward to the next step, is #2 ready." 
 
    "Yes, Vera I have #2 all selected. A computer programmer who 
goes to a prostitute about once every two months. She dresses 
him as a maid and then spanks him. From what the detective tells 
me it's really a pretty shoddy operation. The prostitute's not 
all that pretty, and the maid outfit is really second rate. We've 
been in his apartment and found the usual TV magazines, bondage 
magazines & dominant women magazines. He's single, and about 30 
years old, I'm sure he'll go for it." "Fine, let's do it", Vera 
replied. "Isn't retirement great!"     
 
     
                  Chapter Two (The French Maid) 
 
    There's really no sense denying it Andrew, we've already  
talked to prostitute that dresses you. There's no catch, no trick, 
no blackmail. We're simply offering you a chance to really do your  
fantasy properly. Andrew had no doubt that the two women were  
telling the truth, he still felt a little uncomfortable discussing  
it in such a frank and open manner. 
 
    "Alright, I'll do it", Andrew replied. "Fine, darling, I  
guarantee you it will be more fun then you've ever had with that  
prostitute", Vera said. 
 
    Tanya lead Andrew upstairs to one of the bedrooms and told him  
to get undressed and take a bath, meanwhile she would get the  
things he'd be needing together. Just as Andrew re-emerged from  
the tub Tanya was gathering up the last of the clothes she had  
picked out. "Your going to love this outfit, honey!". She Wrapped  
the black waist nipper around his waist as started to lace it  
closed. She yanked and shoved, and pulled until she had the laces  
meeting in the back, and then tied it off. She had managed to  
reduce Andrew's waist to 22". She added a strapless black lace bra  
to his chest and clasped it closed in the back. Next she ordered  
him to sit on the bed, and extend his legs. She slid the long  
sheer seamed black nylons up his legs, and gartered them to the  
waist nipper. The stockings felt divine, sheerer and finer than  
anything he had previously worn. He reached out to caress his leg,  
but Tanya slapped his hand. "Naughty, little bitch, you'll have  
plenty of pleasure later, but let me finish first." Next she  
produced the frilliest set of petticoats he had ever seen, there  
seemed to be dozens of layers. He stepped into them and she pulled  
them up around his waist. They flared out immensely and were so  
short they barely covered his hips. His penis rubbing against the  
taffeta petticoats gave him a hard on instantly. It was then he  
realized she hadn't put any panties on him, and that's why the  
petticoats were rubbing up against his cock. 
 
    "Aren't you going to give me any panties", Andrew asked.  
"Panties, no my naughty little slut, you want you freely displayed  
at all times sweetie, so we can do whatever we like unobstructed. 
Now go sit at the vanity, and we'll do your makeup." 
 
    Andrew seated himself on the red velvet bench at the vanity. 
The petticoats spread around him naturally without having to hold  
them out because they were so short. His bare ass on the velvet  
seat felt so enticing, and his cock dangling free under his  
petticoats also rubbing against the read velvet seat. 
 
    Tanya went to work on his face, first with a liquid foundation  
and then a powder puff. She plucked his eyebrows, until he had a  
nice gracefully feminine arch. She accented this with black  
eyebrow pencil, and then she opened a case with long, luxurious  
ladies false eyelashes in it. She deftly glued the long thick  
lashes to his eyelids and blended them to his own with mascara.  
They were so long and thick he could feel them brush his face when  
he blinked his eyes. It was a feeling that was indiscribable to  
anyone who had never actually worn false eyelashes. A feeling of  
intense femininity. She shadowed his eyes with a smokey green eye  
shadow, and then outlined his eyes with a liner pencil, and then  
added a rose colored blush to his cheeks, accenting his  
cheekbones. Last but not least she when to work on his lips. First  
she outlined them with a very, very dark carmine lip liner pencil  
and then she filled the lips in with a dark red lipstick, the  
result was a lavish pair of feminine lips. Tanya surveyed her  
handiwork, and said, "I luscious pair of lips like that sweetie,  
has only one use; sucking cock!" Her words, instantly bought the  
image of those lips wrapped around a cock, and his own cock  
immediately was hard again. He longed to rub his penis through the  
petticoats, and when Tanya went to get the wig, he saw his  
opportunity. Pressing the petticoats up against his cock, a small  
shiver escaped his body, but all no quite Tanya was back with the  
wig. 
 
    She fitted it over his head, and brushed out the ends. It was  
a black glossy page boy, relatively simply, with bangs across the  
front and it curled under on each side. It was much smaller and  
simpler than the teased up hairdo he wore when he visited his  
prostitute, but he realized this one actually was more in line  
with a french maid's real hairdo. Tanya added big heavy gold hoop  
earrings to his ears, and a gold bracelet to his arm. She placed a  
collar around his neck that looked very bizarre. It was 4" wide  
and appearing to be black satin, with white lace around the top  
edge ,and the bottom edge. However once Tanya placed it around his  
neck and locked it on, he realized it must have had boning in it  
similar to the corset because his neck was immobilized. He could  
barely look down a couple of inches. The collar held his neck  
erect so that he had to look straight ahead. 
 
    She placed a lacy white maid's cap on top of his black hair  
and ordered him to place his hands on the vanity. She proceeded  
to glue on long fake nails, about one and half inches long. Then  
she added dark red nail polish to match his lips. "Almost ready  
for your debut honey, just a few more things", she said. 

    She knelt in front of him, and slid the wicked pair of high  
heels he had ever seen, onto his feet. They were black patent  
leather with severely pointed toes, and 6" heels, they had little  
ankle straps which Tanya pulled tight, then to his surprise she  
placed a little padlock which slipped through the loop on each of  
the ankle straps. "Stand up, my little high-heeled sissy, one last  
thing." She had him step into the black satin french maid's  
uniform that he so adored, just this one was far better than  
anything he had ever worn before, it even smelled great, having  
been obviously perfumed. She placed the lacy white traditional  
french maid's apron around his waist, and tied it in a big bow in  
the back. 
 
    "Well go take a look at yourself in the full length mirror, my  
little sissy, and see what a naughty little french girl you've  
become." He tettered over to the mirror in the 6" spikes, taking  
short little mincing steps, and gazed at his new image. The girl  
that stared back was breathtaking. Glossy black hair, gorgeously  
made-up face, pumped-up cleavage spilling out of the top of her  
black satin uniform, tiny little wasp waist, and a flurry of  
petticoats. As his gaze continued down, he realized that the tip  
of his cock was actually showing beneath the petticoats, they were  
so short and fluffed out that even his crotch wasn't completely  
covered. "Very, very sexy, no", Tanya asked? She reached down and  
caressed his cock brushing the petticoats out of the way, her own  
long red nails wrapped around his cock, but instead of continuing  
to caress him she clenched his cock tightly and yanked him  
forward. "Come my little pet, it's time to become Annette." She  
propelled him forward leading him around by the cock. His earrings  
swaying, his petticoats swished, and his high heels clicked as she  
lead Mistress Vera's newer toy to an evening of pleasure. 
 
    Tanya lead him into the living room by the cock, and said  
"Mistress Vera, let me introduce you to Annette." "Oh my, isn't  
she charming now", Vera said. "Let me see you give a nice feminine  
curtsy for me darling". Annette did her best imitation of a  
curtsy, but apparently Vera was not impressed. "Didn't that stupid  
whore teach you anything", she asked. "That's a terrible curtsy."  
"No M'am", Annette replied, "she just dressed me, and spanked me." 
 
    Vera turned to Tanya and said, "You see what happens, when you  
deal with amateurs who charge by the hour and don't really  
understand the fantasy. Darling let Tanya show you how to do it  
properly." Tanya showed Annette how to hold the sides of her skirt  
daintily between her painted fingertips, and spread her skirt. She  
also showed her how to bend and place her right leg behind her to  
execute a better curtsy. She practiced several times for Vera,  
until she was satisfied. 
 
    "Now model for me sweetie", Vera said. "Model", Annette asked?  
"Yes, model, my God your hopeless!" "Remember your a swishy  
french maid on display, walks around and model for us. Show us how  
teasing and provocative you can be. Wiggle your cute little bottom  
and sway those swishy little hips." Annette started to walk around,  
hesitantly at first, but then really getting into it. Everytime he  
passed the mirror he could see his little bootie shaking, and see  
his gorgeous feminine image, and the sound of his spike high heels  
clicking on the floor. He could also see the tip of cock  
protruding from underneath the flurry of taffeta. His cock was  
rock hard and actually starting to twitch he was so hot.  
 
    "OK, dolly, that's enough", Vera said. "Now then darling, I'm  
not one of those dominant women who will stand there making up  
silly excuses as to why you should be punished. Like, you spilled  
the tea, or you forgot your chores. We both know why your here,  
you "like" to be punished, don't you?" "Yes, M'am", Annette  
replied. "Good, good, see isn't it much easier on both of us this  
way." "I also don't believe in normal dominant credo that you  
should be denied your sexual relief. This is foolish. That is the  
reason you are here, and that is the reason you are dressed like  
this, because it is sexually exciting. So denying you sexual relief  
makes the whole process pointless." 
 
    She instructed Tanya to seat herself in the middle of the  
couch. She then ordered Annette to stand in front of Tanya with  
their feet almost touching, then to bend over at the waist and  
place her hands on Tanya's shoulder's. Palms flat. She assumed  
this position in front of Tanya and while bent over, her short,  
short dress almost completely exposed her bottom. "You, are not to  
touch anything except Tanya's shoulder's for support, do you  
understand", Vera asked? "Yes, Mistress", Annette replied.  
 
    She felt Vera massaging her ass cheeks, and spreading her  
legs, then she felt Vera probing her anus with a dildo. "Want to  
take it like a good little girl", Vera asked? "Yes, M'am", Annette  
replied. Unexpected, she felt a sharp crack across her ass, and  
her hands almost slipped from Tanya's shoulders. "I can't hear you  
darling, speak up." "Yes M'am". CRACK, another slap ran across her  
ass. "Yes M'am, what", Vera asked? "Yes M'am, I want to take it."  
But again Vera smacked her ass. "Is that what I said", she asked?  
"Yes, M'am" "No, it is not what I said. What I said was do you  
want to take it like a good little girl. Say it properly, or I'll  
smack your ass all night." "Yes, M'am, I want to take it like a  
good little girl." LOUDER, AGAIN, LOUDER. After four or five  
repetitions of this Vera rammed the dildo home, and started to  
fuck Annette with it. "More darling", Vera asked. "Yes M'am",  
Annette replied. "Say, I'm a whore Mistress, I need more" CRACK,  
CRACK. "Yes, Mistress, I'm a whore I need more", Annette replied. 
 
    But wait what was this? Suddenly she felt a powerful vibration  
inside her body, it wasn't a dildo, it was a vibrator. It buzzed,  
and hummed and worked her into a frenzy, while Vera smacked her  
ass at random intervals. Bend her, she looked down at Tanya, and  
her long red nails resting on Tanya's shoulder's. Tanya reached up  
underneath her short dress, and began to stroke Annette's cock.  
Her mind reeled with a sensory overload. The pain, of standing  
bent over in 6" spike high heels, the vibrator in her ass, her  
heavy earrings swaying back & forth, while she was fucked, the  
sight of her long red nails on Tanya's dress. Just when she  
thought she was going to explode in Tanya hand, Vera withdraw the  
vibrator, and Tanya stopped her stroking. She was ordered to stand  
up straight. 
 
    Vera ordered her to walk over to the full length mirror on the  
opposite side of the room. She wobbled over. Her knees were  
rubbery from being bend over, the heels had become very painful,  
and, as she walked over her whole trembled from being brought to  
the brink of a climax, and then pulled back. 
 
    As she stood in front of the mirror, Vera ordered her to turn  
sideways. She raised up Annette's short skirt and ordered her to  
hold it above her waist. She placed Annette's cock in her hand,  
from underneath, palm up, and rapped her long nails around it, and  
gently started to stroke her again. "Now, wasn't that fun  
darling", Vera asked? Before she could even reply, Vera had taken  
a small stick perhaps about 6" long, and smacked her cock with it.  
She let out a shreik and wobbled, but Vera held her cock tightly.  
Tanya came up behind her and helped support her, while Vera  
alternately stroked her cock, and then gave it a resounding smack.  
After only a minute or two of this treatment, her legs were again  
trembling, and her whole body was shaking. 
 
    "I don't think she can take much more Tanya, Perhaps it's time  
to finish her off, would you like to do it or shall I", Vera  
asked? "I'll do it, Tanya volunteered. Vera released her grasp on  
Annette's cock and Tanya came around to the front and knelt in  
front of her. She quickly slide Annette's cock into her mouth, and  
started to suck her off. Within seconds Annette's whole body  
jerked and she came like she had never come before. Her whole body  
in a spasm. 
 
    Tanya helped support her, and guide her back to the couch. The  
relief of sitting down, and taking the pressure off her heels was  
almost heavenly. She was given a few minutes to relax, fix her  
make-up and recover. Then she was ordered to kneel in  front of  
Vera and eat her pussy, after a minute or so of this, she was  
ordered to switch to Tanya, then back again. 
 
    "I believe I'm growing tired of this", Vera said to Tanya.  
"Why don't you two play." "I think I'll pay a visit to little  
Maryann." "I feel the need to play the mommy part tonight." 
 
    She left Tanya and Annette on the couch. As soon as she left  
the room Tanya said "Ok, enough of this playing around, I want to  
fuck, lay down." Annette laid on her back and Tanya once again  
slide that cock into her luscious red mouth, but this time only to  
prep it. As soon as it was nice and hard she squatted over it and  
plunged it home. She pumped for all she was worth, while Annette  
underneath her weight, stroked her clad thighs. With a shivering  
orgasm she collapsed on top of Annette. 
 
    She smiled down and bend over to kiss her. "Now, aren't you  
glad we bought you here", she whispered in his ear. 
 
 
                          VICTIM # 3 
                    TINA TITS THE TV WHORE 
 
    Rather than bore you with the continuing details, of how Vera  
and Tanya keep obtaining they victims, I believe you've already  
gotten the picture. So I'll just get on with the rest of the story  
so you can enjoy yourself. 
 
    The latest victim was Tom, a 32 year old Electrical Engineer  
who loved dressing like a whore/slut. He also had a thing about  
super large breasts. In Tom's eyes this was the biggest turn-on.  
It was one of the main reasons he dressed, although there were  
others.  
 
    After hearing Vera's usual sales pitch and agreeing to  
everything Tom was deposited into the care of Doris & Susie for  
his complete transformation.  
 
    "I'm really going to enjoy doing this one because I can go  
wild", Doris said. They were in the mirrored back room of the  
salon trying to pick out underclothes for Tom who stood naked  
before them. "As far as I'm concerned there's only one type of  
lingerie for a slut, that's black", Susie said, "so let's stick to  
the basics. "I agree", Doris said, "OK black it is." 
 
    They placed a frilly black lace garter belt around Tom's waist  
and hooked it in the back. It had long garters and pink bows on  
each garter and a pink bow in the middle of the belt. Next they  
slid a pair of black satin panties up his smooth legs and made  
sure the garters hung down properly. Next came a pair of black  
seamed nylons. Then the crowning touch. A custom made black satin  
bra size 50MM. Huge torpedo shaped cups. Even Tom gulped when he  
saw it. Susie slid the straps up his arms and then pulled it very  
snugly on and clasped the row of 5 eye hooks that held it in the  
back. Doris produced a special set of inserts that went with bra  
and inserted them. Tom was immediately aware of the very heavy  
weight of the inserts. 
 
    Doris stood back to examine their handiwork, and said "Check  
it out Susie, the Hindenberg blimp!" They both laughed, but in spite  
of their ridicule Tom felt his cock quickly raising just by  
looking at the giant bra in the mirror in front him. Doris reached  
out to caress the front of Tom's panties. "Oh, check it out Susie,  
the blimp must be full of hot air, it's rising." Susie and Doris  
had an attack of the giggles, but when they recovered they took  
Tom. "Don't worry sweetie, we're only teasing you, actually we're  
having as much fun as you are." 
 
    Tom turned first one way then the other examining his black  
lingerie in the mirror. The bra almost looked silly, but not  
quite. The girls lead him out to the main salon and sat him in the  
chair. "No sense fussing with your hot tits, since you don't  
really have enough for the kind of style we have in mind. We might  
as well use a wig. We'll get to that later, but first make-up!!" 
 
    Tom's face was covered with a foundation cream, then a toner.  
Then pressed powder. Tom's real eyebrows had already been shaved  
off completely so the girls were free to paint in any style  
eyebrow they wanted. After a little whispered plotting between  
Doris & Susie, Doris went to work. "My idea", she said, "so I get  
to do it." The style she decided on was very high and very rounded  
almost resembling a half moon. They looked sort of like Betty Boop  
eyebrows in midnight black. They were outrageously feminine, more  
than any real girl would wear, but still Doris thought the looked  
very sexy. Susie quickly followed that with three different shades  
of eye shadow. Dark green, leading to a grayish green, leading to  
pearlized white under his eyebrows, enhancing them even more. Next  
Doris glued on a long thick pair of ladies false eyelashes and  
made Tom keep his eyes closed while they set in place. Next came  
the black eyeliner. Old fashion liquid eye liner, that Susie  
painted on with a tiny paint brush. After outlining his eyes  
dramatically she added little tiny painted lines simulating lashes  
under his lower eye. She was starting to get carried away with her  
paint the slut by numbers routine, but decided on one last touch.  
On his right upper cheek, she painted a black heart shaped beauty  
mark. She added blusher in a bright fuscia streak down each of his  
cheeks, and then decided to let Doris do his lips, she was great  
at that.  
 
    Doris outlined his lips in a dark purple, with a lip liner  
pencil, but the outline she draw was far inaccess of his normal  
lip line. Big voluptuous feminine lips. She filled it in with a  
dark purple lipstick. While Doris worked Susie was busy fitting  
almost 2" long nails to Tom's hands. These too were painted a deep  
dark purple. "Oooohhh, slut city if ever I saw one", Doris said.  
Tom started to turn his head to look in the mirror, but Susie  
snapped it back. "No way, babe, we'll let you see our handiwork  
when we're all done but until then no cheating", Susie said.  
Confident he wouldn't turn, she let go of his chin. 
 
    Tom was lead back to the back room again for the outer  
clothes. First a hot pink nylon see-thru blouse, that actually  
looked more like the top of a nightgown. His huge black bra was  
completely visible beneath it. It had 3/4 flowing sleeves that  
ended just below his elbow with nylon ruffles. Susie helped him  
into a tight black leather mini-skirt that barely covered his  
crotch. Doris added a 4" wide black patent leather belt with a  
huge diamond buckle to pull his waist in tight and accent it. Then  
last but not least 6" black patent leather spike heels, with  
buckling ankle straps. 
 
    They sat him down, and Susie added jewelry. A pink beaded  
necklace with large ornate beads, and a matching bracelet for his  
right wrist. On his left wrist she placed several shiney gold hoop  
bracelets, and for his ears large pink & black beaded dangling  
earrings that swayed back and forth with every head movement.  
Doris decided at the last minute to add a gold ankle bracelet  
around his ankle. 
 
    "Hang in there honey, we're almost done, just the wig", Doris  
said. And what a wig it was. All jet black, and teased over a foot  
in every direction. A fantastically wild hairdo. In fact it looked  
as if a hair stylist had teased it all up in preperation of  
turning it into a bouffant hairdo, and then just stopped instead  
of styling it into place. It made Tina Turner's hairdo look like a  
pageboy. 
 
     Doris lead him over to the full length mirror. "Introducing  
Tina Tits, Super Slut", she said with a flourish. Tom was  
astounded. He looked like one of the artist's drawings in the TV  
books he purchased. Never in his life did he think he could look  
that sexy. Every square inch of his body from head to toe was a  
sexual come-on. It was the tits however that really turned him on.  
Playing peek-a-boo under his pink see-thru blouse. 
 
     Susie slid up behind him and wrapped her hands around his  
tits from behind and caressed them with her hands. The sight of  
her long red nails flashing across his giant tits literally made  
him weak in the knees. She slid her hands from his tits down to  
his hips and across the front of his mini-skirt lightly caressing  
the bugle in it. "Oh Tina baby, you and I are going to have some  
fun tonight!" "You", Tom said? "Oh yea sweetie, me. I'll be  
joining you as soon as I can change into something a little more  
appropriate for a sex show." 
 
     Doris lead him down the hall back to the living room, but  
before they entered she gave him a little pat on the ass and said.  
"You're on your own now babe, Vera's waiting for you. Remember to  
strut your stuff like a hot little bitch." 
 
     Tina took a deep breath not knowing what to expect, but  
knowing no matter what she looked like to anybody else to herself  
she looked and felt wonderful. She strutted into the room and saw  
Vera & Tanya seated on the couch. Both women were dressed in black  
leather. Vera in a skin tight black leather dress, and the  
slightly younger Tanya in a leather mini-skirt and a black leather  
halter top with laces across the front. 
 
     "Well, well would you look at this Tanya. Now this is the way  
a TV slut should be dressed. Don't you agree Tina?" "Yes  
Mistress", Tina answered. "Susie & Doris are so talented in  
turning out your little angels aren't they", Tanya said. "Well  
let's get started, let's see her perform like a hot little cunt",  
Tanya said. 
 
     Vera ordered her to parade around for them, and she gave it  
her all. She Wiggled her way from one end of the room to the  
other, and then back again. Hips swaying, tits bouncing, ass  
wiggling. Vera & Tanya took turns ordering her about. Turn this  
way, walk over here, glance over your shoulder, turn around, walk  
aback again, bend over, put your hands on your hips. Order after  
order all designed to show off Tina's new outrageous feminine  
personality and tits. She loved it, she was a walking talking sex  
show. 
 
     "OK, enough preliminaries, let's see some real action, if  
your really a whore." Both women got off the couch and lead Tina  
over to the full length mirror. She stood facing the mirror.  
"Dance slut", Vera said. "I don't understand Mistress", Tina  
replied. "Oh I'm sorry, that's right there's no music. Tanya could  
you please put on some music so our little whore can entertain  
us." 
 
     Tanya put on the stereo, and the pulsing beat of Samantha  
Fox's "Touch Me" blared from the speakers. "Now dance, bitch",  
Vera said. Tina swayed a little to the music but obviously Vera  
wasn't going to wait for her to get into it. She signaled Tanya,  
and Tina felt the crack of Tanya riding crop across her ass,  
followed immediately by two more blows. "You heard her cunt,  
dance, come on, I've seen nerdy boys dance better than that."  
Three more blows rained down. Tina now was now doing much better,  
swaying to the beat, feet moving. Her huge tits bouncing up and  
down, her large dangling pink & black earrings bouncing off her  
fuscia cheeks. Everytime she slowed or wasn't good enough Tanya's  
crop smacked her a couple of blows to encourage her to do better. 
 
     "Look at yourself, slut", Vera said. "Go on, look at that  
tramp hairdo, that slut makeup, those cheap whore clothes, you  
love it don't you?" When Tina didn't answer immediately Tanya's  
crop came down again in a flurry of blows. "Answer me, cunt" "Yes  
Mistress." "Yes Mistress what?" "Yes Mistress, I love it" "What do  
you love slut, tell me" "I love dressing like a slut" "What else  
bitch" "I love my spike heels, I love my make-up, I love my tits."  
"That's right cunt, you love it. And now I think it's time for you  
to show us what you really like doing. Tanya, see if Susie is  
ready. 
 
     Susie entered from the hall, but it didn't appear to be the  
same Susie he had left a little over an hour ago. This Susie was  
decked out from head to toe in lavender. A lavender see-thru  
blouse like Tina's with her black bra showing just like Tina's and  
the tits almost as large. A black leather mini-skirt with lavender  
nylons, and 6" lavender spike high heels. Even her make-up was  
lavender. Lavender blush, and eye shadow, with heavily made up  
eyes, and dark lavender lipstick similar to Tina. 
 
     "Tina Slut, meet Susie Slut", Vera said. Susie took Tina's 
hand in hers. She had 2" long frosted lavender nails. She gave a  
little wiggle standing next to Tina, bumping Tina's hip. "Aren't  
they lovely", Vera Said to Tanya. "Our own little slut sisters,  
Tina & Susie." "Give your sister a little kiss Susie", Vera  
ordered. Susie slid her arms around Tina's belted waist, and gave  
her a quick tiny little kiss on the lips. "Let's see you two  
perform like good little whores." 
 
     It seemed Susie needed no further encouragement. As soon as 
Vera spoke she was all over Tina. Her hands and lips were  
everywhere at once. She rubbed her nylon covered tits up against  
Tina's. She ground her pelvis up against her crotch. She reached  
down and fondled his cock through the mini-skirt. Tina forgot  
everything except the girl in front of him, and responded to  
Tina's every move with abandon. She slid her hand up Susie's skirt  
and was shocked to be grabbing a hard on instead of a pussy.  
"Surprise, Baby", Susie whispered in his ear. 
 
     "I see Tina has discovered, Susie's real charm", Tanya said. 
"In that case it's time for the main event", Vera replied. "Take  
off your skirt Susie and sit on the couch." "And you whore, kneel  
in front of her" 
 
     Susie stripped off her skirt and Tina saw she was also 
wearing lavender panties, but those didn't last long. Susie peeled  
those off too and her cock spring free. Tina gasped. Her cock and  
balls were completed shaved as smooth as her legs. She knelt in  
front of Susie. "All right slut, now it's time for you to really  
earn that name, suck her cock." 
 
     Tina needed no further encouragement. She slid that beautiful  
smooth cock into her mouth all the way. Susie groaned and leaned  
back against the couch. Tina slid the cock in and out slowly, God  
how she loved that cock, so smooth, so white. Except, now it was  
covered with her purple lipstick. She felt someone grab her hips  
and pull her ass up. She was going to turn her head to see, but  
Susie placed her hand on the back of Tina's head, and pushed her  
down. "You just sucking sweetheart", she said. 
 
     Vera had strapped on a 7" dildo and Tanya was lubricating it.  
She positioned herself and slowly inserted it into Tina ass. Tina  
would have yelled, but she couldn't with her mouth full of Susie's  
cock. Slowly Vera started to fuck her, building in speed. Tina  
felt Susie start to tense, and knew she was going to come. She  
couldn't pull away. Her head was firmly held in place by Susie's  
long lavender nails. Vera pushed the dildo in as far as she could  
just as Susie came in Tina mouth. Her hot load sliding down Tina's  
throat. She had no choice but to swallow. It was either that or  
choke to death. Susie released her grip and Tina removed the cock  
from her mouth. A little cum escaping down the side of her purple  
lips.  
 
     "That was a lovely display, slut sisters", Vera said. "Did  
you like taking it at both ends like a whore Tina?" "Yes  
Mistress", Tina replied. Her breath coming in short gasps. "Well  
you lovely ladies, have had your fun, now it's time for our fun." 
 
     Vera & Tanya both removed their clothes and sat on the couch  
side by side. They ordered the two sluts to kneel in front of  
them. "Now show momma how good you are at eating pussy also Tina",  
she said pulling Tina's head forward. Susie did the same thing  
with Tanya. Both girls serviced their Mistresses. After several  
minutes they were ordered to switch. Tina now serviced Tanya,  
while Susie serviced Vera. This switching went on several times  
until both women orgasmed. Each grasping the head of her little  
slut and pushed it as deep into her pussy as it would go. 
 
     "Alright, you ladies did a wonderful job, but it's getting  
late and Tanya and I have some plotting to do. Your free to do  
anything you like. Your dismissed." 
 
     As they left the room, Susie stopped Tina by pulling on her  
arm. "Are you mad at me, because you didn't know?", she asked. 
"Oh no, Susie, I'm not mad. God your beautiful, even beneath all  
that make-up. I swear, I thought you were a girl, but I'm far from  
disappointed, you just took me by surprise." "I know, that was the  
whole idea. Mistress Vera ordered me & Doris not to make any  
reference to my sex. She wanted to see your expression, when I  
undressed." "Do you like me?", Susie asked. "Oh yes", Tina  
replied. "With or without the make-up?" "Both ways actually, your  
so pretty with regular make-up and clothes, I wish I could hug you  
and kiss you. But I'd be lying if I told you the make-up your  
wearing now didn't turn me on. Especially that big hairdo." 
"Would you like to spent the night with me?", Susie asked. "Yes I  
would very much", Tina replied. 
 
     "Great, let's go to my room, and I'll be your slut for a  
while. I got A+ in cocksucking at the sissy school." "I'm sorry, I  
don't know why I said that, I didn't mean to offend you." 
 
     She really liked Tom/Tina. Me and my big mouth she thought.  
She didn't what to frighten him off. Maybe he was offended by the  
sissy remark. God, what's wrong with me she thought. I'm acting a  
school girl. But still, she thought, he's really very handsome as  
a man, an he's really cute all dolled up in his Tina Tits outfit I  
think I could really go for him in a big way. She looked  
questioningly into his eyes. He smiled, she smiled, his smile grew  
larger, her's got larger. He started to laugh, and then they were  
both laughing hysterically walking down the hall to Susie's room. 
 
     "Was that cocksucking 101, or advanced deep throat with Dr.  
Fellito?" They both started laughing again. 
 
 
                          VICTIM # 4 
                 LUSCIOUS LOUISE THE DRAG QUEEN 
 
     Vera's next "Girl", was Larry a 28 year old technical writer  
from L.A. He frequented all the female impersonator shows in the  
area. In fact most Fridays or Saturdays that's where he could be  
seen, right in the front row, openingly admiring the girls in the  
show. He wondered what it was like to be that outrageously sexy,  
and he wished he could look like that. Vera was about to make his  
wish come true. 
 
     He was easily captured coming out of the last show at one of  
the clubs on Friday night. Tanya waited in a long black limo,  
while the chauffeur told Larry that there was an impersonator who  
would like to meet him, he indicated the limo. Larry of course  
didn't even think, he just climbed into the limo, and the next day  
found himself on Vera's couch. After the usual dickering back and  
forth Larry admitted that is what he wanted out of life, and Tanya  
escorted him to Doris & Susie in the salon. 
 
     "Honey we're going to pull out all the stops with you", Doris  
said. "When we're through with you", Susie said, "Marilyn Monroe  
will look like a country hick." They started with pink satin  
panties and pink satin corset with back laces. No bra was 
necessary since the dress they planned would have it's own built 
in bra. The corset was laced to waist crunching dimensions, and  
soon Larry's 28 inch waist became a 21 inch waist. 
 
     The girls seated him in the salon chair and began a complete  
make-up job. First Susie applied a covering base and then beige  
liquid foundation. Doris had already plunked his eyebrows earlier  
and Susie started to pencil in beautiful tapered arched feminine  
eyebrows, forming a long graceful curve. While Susie was working  
on the top, Doris was busy giving him a pedicure and painting his  
toenails a bright Chinese red. 
 
     Susie shadowed his eyes with varying hues of dark and light  
gray, and then powder blue. She worked very slowly and carefully  
since eye make-up was all important to this role. Vera had  
instructed the girls that the make-up should be exceedingly heavy  
Las Vegas Show Girl style make-up, however even when viewed close  
up it should be obvious how painstakingly it had been done, there  
should be no flaw . Next Susie opened the draw on their work 
counter and withdrew a box. When she opened it, inside was the  
most exquisite set of ladies false eyelashes. Actually it was two  
pair of custom lashes glued to one another forming a thick, thick  
lash. They were just slightly over 1" long. An Susie had  
personally seen that every lash looked gorgeous. turning them over  
she deftly spread glue on the underside, and then holding them  
with twezzers she closely placed then on Larry's closed eyes. She  
poked and prodded them into place with a long thin plastic stick  
almost like an oversize toothpick. She instructed Larry not to  
move or open his eyes while the glue set. 
 
     When they were dry Larry was instructed to open his eyes and  
blink them a little. To him it felt as if a weight was on each eye  
pulling the lid down. Half of his previous view now seemed to be  
obstructed by the long black lashes, but Susie wasn't done yet.  
She retrieved another set of lashes that weren't quite as long or  
thick but heavy by normal standards. These she glued to Larry's  
bottom lashes. He was instructed to look all the way up, and keep  
his eyes open, and to try very hard not to blink. It was very  
difficult but he did manage to get through it only sort of half  
blinking once. Susie said he had done a good job. 
 
     She gave him a small break to give him a chance to get used  
to the lashes and have a cigarette, however the girls made him  
promise not to look in the mirror, they didn't want to ruin the  
surprise when he was fully completed. While chatting with the  
girls and getting some instructions as to what was expected that  
night from him he couldn't help but notice the lashes. He was  
constantly aware of them. Every second that passed made him aware  
of how girlish they felt. It was a feeling he savored like a fine  
wine. 
 
     Back at work Susie outlined his eyes with eyeliner while  
Doris went to prepare the wig they had chosen. Again working very  
carefully, like an artist creating a masterpiece painting, she  
was busy creating her masterpiece, Louise. Next she used two  
different shades of blusher, the difference in shading was almost  
impreceptible except when you looked close, you could see that one  
shade was lighter than the other. She used the darker red in the  
center as she stroked a sweep down his cheek, then the lighter one  
slightly above and below the center streak. Then she used her  
fingertip to blend them together forming a blush that tapered off  
smoothly blending with the facial make-up. So smooth was the blend  
that even close up one could hardly tell where the blush began and  
ended. 
 
     Now only the lips remained. She outlined these with a long  
thin paintbrush with dark red. She extended Larry's lip line just  
a little all around to give him the full luscious feminine lips 
that he would become famous for. She filled this in with a bright  
red lipstick, and then over this a clear dazzling lipgloss. She  
stepped back to examine her handiwork. "Oh honey, men are going to  
faint in the isles when they see you", she said. 
 
     She went to see how Doris was coming with the wig, or stood I  
say wigs plural. Doris had already previously styled two wigs. One  
was a beautiful platinum blonde wig, but while Susie had worked  
her make-up magic she had joined a wiglet to it in the same  
platinum blonde with huge banana curls. Together the two wigs  
formed a huge ultra feminine hairdo. "Befitting for a Queen's  
Cornation", Susie said, "no pun intended." 
 
     Larry was told to close his eyes, while the girls brought it  
in and placed it on his waiting head. Doris tugged it into place  
and styled and fixed here and there, until she was satisfied.  
"god it's gorgeous, isn't Susie", Doris asked? "Magnificent",  
Susie replied. 
 
     Doris worked on Larry's nails while Susie went to gather the  
outfit. Long tapered nails about an inch and a half long were  
glued to Larry's own nails, and then several coats of the same  
Chinese red nailpolish were stroked on. The nails now matched his  
toenails and lips. 
 
     They had one little preperation to made to prepare Larry's  
body for the gown. Susie produced white medical tape and pulled  
and taped his breasts. Since falsies were out they had to create  
a bust for the gown. The gown was strapless and was designed to  
display vast amounts of cleavage. So Susie and Doris had to create  
real flesh breasts to fill the cups. 
 
     The gown Susie produced was gorgeous. A pink sequined mermaid  
style gown. Skin tight the entire length of his body with a large  
ruffled bottom in silver lame, and silver lame accents at the  
waist and cuffs to set it off. The gown was so tight he could  
barely move his legs several inches at a time. "Get used to  
standing, Sweetheart, because in this gown, that's about all your  
going to be able to do", Susie said. And it was true Larry  
thought. He felt as if he was encased in a giant pink wrapping.  
His arms were free but the rest of his body was severely  
restricted. Ooopps, perhaps he spoke to soon. Doris produced a  
pair of shoulder length silver lame gloves with no hands. The  
gloves were tugged up his arms right to his armpits, and a tiny  
little elastic loop slipped over his middle finger to hold the  
bottom of the glove in place while still openly displaying his  
long red nails. 
 
     Doris helped support him while his high heels were placed on  
him. Since he couldn't sit. Susie slide each one on while Doris  
held him for support. The shoes were silver sequined 5" heels with  
severely pointed toes. When he tried to walk all he could do was 
wiggle forward a few inches at a time. Susie added large  
rhinestone bracelets to his wrists. "Diamonds are a girl's best 
friend", she said. A large ornate necklace was placed around his  
neck, and then the earrings. Huge triple tiered chandelier  
rhinestone earrings hanging to his bare shoulders. These Susie  
screwed on with the old fashioned screw arrangement. "Oh, those  
hurt", Larry said. "Yes I know", Susie replied, "no doubt by the  
end of the night you'll have a raging headache, but it's necessary  
to support the weight of those large earrings. Welcome to the  
world of beautiful ladies, sweetie." Doris added the final glitter  
to his costume by pinning a diamond Tiara in blonde curls. 
 
     "Alright Luscious Louise, time for you to see the finished  
product. He turned to see the mirror, and was met with the most  
gorgeous feminine creature on the face of the earth. Susie sprayed  
him all over with perfume, enveloping him in a cloud of sweet  
feminine eroticism. She handed him a silver lame evening purse and  
Susie draped an pink ostrich feather boa over his arms, and showed  
him how to hold it cradled in his arms. 
 
     Susie placed his cigarettes, lighter, lipstick, and klennex  
in his purse while Doris gave him his final instructions.  
Basically what she told him was to perform in a manner befitting  
his costume, as if he had a choice as restrictive as the costume  
all he could do was wiggle and jiggle about. She told him to act  
charming, flirtatious and feminine. "Remember at all times now, you  
are a lady on display. Display yourself proudly. Mistress Vera  
will be awaiting you in the living room." 
 
     Larry was told to walk back down the hall to the living room  
on his own. The hallway at least gave him a chance to practice  
walking in his gown. As he neared the living room he heard voices  
as he entered the living room he stopped frozen. Vera was there  
all right but so were about 50 other people. Obviously a cocktail  
party was in full swing. Tanya magically appeared at his side and  
grasped his arm propelling him forward and whispering in his ear.  
"Louise you look simply gorgeous child. There's someone one I want  
you to meet. She introduced him to a gentleman in a white dinner  
jacket that matched his silver white hair. He was in his 50's but  
very distinguished looking. "Louise this is Charles Fletcher,  
Charles owns a chain of drug stores. Louise held out her hand, and  
to her surprise, Charles took it and bowed slightly and placed his  
lips to the back of her hand, kissing it softly. "Louise, what a  
beautiful name, may I get you a drink?"  
 
     As he left in pursuit of a couple of drinks Tanya leaned  
close and ran her long red nail across Louise's breasts, where 
they bugled from the gown. "Treat him nice, and you'll find he's  
very generous, and very loving", she whispered in Louise's ear."  
Then as quickly as she had appeared she melted back into the crowd  
of people. 
 
     Left alone to contemplate her situation, Louise was in  
heaven. She felt like queen of the world. Sure her heels hurt, her  
ears were beginning to ache a little, her waist was crushed, but  
still it was worth it to see to way several men looked at her as  
they past by. The yearning in their eyes clear. She opened her  
purse to take out her cigarettes. She had just gotten one in her 
hand when a man appeared at her side. "May I give you a light,  
Miss..." "Louise", she replied. He held out his lighter and she  
held the back of his hand lightly to steady it, slowly pulling it  
away in a smooth caress the way Susie had showed her. "May I get  
you a drink?" "No, I'm afraid I'm already waiting for Charles to  
return" "Perhaps later", he said. "Yes, perhaps later", Louise  
replied softly. The man briefly held her free hand, then turned  
and left. Charles returned with two glasses of champagne. "Would  
you like to drink this out on the terrace, it's a lovely view, and  
we can talk?" 
 
     As Louise followed Charles out to the terrace, she thought.  
My dreams have come true, that and even more. I have never felt  
more beautiful in my life, and even better, obviously others find  
me attractive and desirable too. 
 

                           VICTIM # 5 
                BREATHTAKING BARBARA THE MODEL 
 
     We'll skip the usual rhetoric and just tell you Bob who was  
now going to become Barbara had made a deal with Mistress Vera.  
She would supply his transformation, his new wardrobe and he would  
be given an apartment in L.A., and use Mistress Vera's contacts to  
be passed off as a model and get modeling assignments. At night  
she would use her even more extensive contacts to get him jobs  
with a kinky escort service that specialized in supplying gorgeous  
she-males for out of town businessmen. In return Barbara would  
return 50% of her income to Mistress Vera until the clothes, car,  
apartment and other things Vera supplied were paid for. Then she  
would be an established model and 20% of her income would be  
returned to Vera. In exchange Vera would set her up in the life  
she had always dreamed of but never had the courage to do. 
 
     Susie and Doris were in the extensive bathroom in the back of  
the salon preparing everything for Bob's visit. When he entered  
they were just running the tub. 
 
     They helped him strip off his male clothes for the last time  
amid lots of giggles. Into the sweet smelling tub he went. Doris  
scrubbed his back, while Susie shaved his legs. Both girls were  
starting to get a little wet with all the splashing around in the  
tub area, but they were both wearing jeans and sweatshirts so it  
didn't really matter. 
 
     Next they shaved his underarms. Then out of the tub and into  
the shower. Doris stripped off her clothes with coy remarks like  
"don't peek" and stepped into the shower with Bob and her trusty  
razor. Meanwhile Susie cleaned up the tub, and proceeded to refill  
it. In the shower Doris teased and caressed Bob all over his body  
while her deft little hands were busy shaving his arms, chest  
back, and even his pubic hair got a trim into the shape of a more  
feminine pubic hair patch. His hair and eyebrows were left alone. 
 
     Then back into the tub with Susie, to soak in the sweet  
smelling bath oils she had prepared. As he got out of the tub and  
Susie was drying him off, she told him to hold still. Bob felt a  
prick, but Doris held his hip steady. "All set", she said. He  
turned around to see she was holding a needle in her hand with a  
cotton ball swab. Judging some the quizical expression on his face  
Doris figured he didn't understand. "You're first injection of  
female hormones", she said laughingly. 
 
     Into the salon now dressed in a pink dressing robe. The girls  
really went to town. His eyebrows were plunked and shaped, and his  
rather longish hair was shampooed, then set in curlers. While  
under the hair dryer Susie did his toenails, then added long fake  
nails to his hand and cemented them on. She filed and shaped them  
into perfect feminine ovals, about an inch an a half long. Then  
added three coats of a very dark red nailpolish. 
 
     When his dry was dry he was taken from under the dryer, but  
they left his hair in the rollers. Seated in the salon chair Susie  
started on his make-up. Everything was ultra feminine, but very  
discreetly done. Smokey tones in the eyeshadows, grays, browns,  
and very pale green. Delicately applied blush, just enough, but  
not too much. Mascara very delicately done, but no false  
eyelashes. Lipstick a deep red, but somehow it still appeared to  
have a very discreet touch, nothing overdone. Susie was a genius  
with her cosmetic masterpieces. 
 
     Doris started to take the curlers out of his hair, and style  
it. When she was done, she swung the chair around with a flourish  
to face the mirror. "Ta Da", she said. Bob stared back at a woman  
of haunting beauty. The kind of woman who takes your breath away.  
He see that in addition to setting his hair the girls had  
obviously darkened it. He used to be a medium brown, now the hair  
was a deep dark brown, almost bordering on black. He had always  
sort of pictured himself as a blonde Farrah Fawcett if he ever  
went all the way. He he saw how wrong he had been. Doris obviously  
had the eye for the right style and color for the right purpose. 
 
     "Alright, alright, enough with admiring yourself lady, let's  
get you dressed like a fashion model", Susie said. "This is going  
to be a little uncomfortable", Doris said, "but unless you want to  
do this for the rest of your life honey, you'd better start  
dieting. For a man your slim, but for a fashion model, you have to  
be even slimmer. So remember when your in L.A. none of those rich  
power lunches with Hollywood producers, stick to your salads or  
the only modeling you'll do is for Goodyear as their blimp", Susie  
said. The girls started lacing him into a black satin corset. They  
yanked and tugged until Doris was satisfied they couldn't get any  
more. She tied off the laces, and Susie measured his waist.  
"Twenty Two", she said, "passable but it could be better." 
 
     The satin and lace cups pushed the flesh up and he had a  
little mini-cleavage. Susie added a couple of inserts to fill the  
cups the rest of the way. "Hopefully in a couple of months you  
won't need these", she said. Next came ultra sheer black nylons,  
no seam. These were hooked to her garters and then panties in  
black satin were added. A black nylon half slip was added next and  
then came the crowning glory for a fashion model, the outfit. 
 
     First a white silk blouse with a silk bow in the front, very  
plain except for the tie bow. A black cotten skirt tight at the  
waist that came to just above her knees. The classic straight  
skirt. Next the matching black cotton jacket was added. It was  
nipped in at the waist, and contained a little flared skirt of  
black satin ruffles around the bottom, that appeared to flare her  
hips out and made her waist look even skinnier than it was. 
 
     Doris added her jewelry. A single strand of pearls that laid  
daintily over her white silk blouse. Small but thick gold hoop  
earrings were added. A large thick gold bracelet on her wrist, and  
a slim gold ladies watch on the other. Two small dazzling but yet  
discreetly feminine rings were placed on her fingers. Susie helped  
her slip her feet into the classic 4" black pumps, and handed her  
a small black purse. "You look breathtaking Barbara", Doris said.  
"The men are going to faint dead away, when they see you", Susie  
added. 
 
     Barbara walked to the mirror to view her image. She girls  
were right she was breathtaking. Classic feminine beauty at it  
zenith. Her head started to spin, her knees grew weak, the room  
seemed to be so bright, no not bright; white...... 
 
     "Jesus Christ", Doris said, "you scared the shit out of us,  
here sip this", she handed Barbara a glass of water. "What  
happened", Barbara asked? "You passed out", Susie said. "Are you  
sick", Doris asked? "No it's not that, it's just that I...well.. 
seeing...you know...I was so beautiful...my dreams. She was  
sputtering, She started to cry. "Jesus, don't cry too, you'll 
screw up my masterpiece, and your not good enough on your own to 
fix it yet, God damn", Susie said as she dabbed at Barbara's eye.  
"Looks like instead of a hormone shot, we should have given her a  
tranquilizer shot", Doris said. "We can't fix the first shot, but  
I think I know a way to fix the second one", she said. "Hold on  
I'll be right back." A minute later she returned she took the  
water glass out of Barbara's hand, and replaced it with a smaller  
glass with brown liquid and two ice cubes. "What this," Barbara  
asked? "A double shot of Jack Daniels on the rocks," she said.  
Susie & Doris started to laugh, and soon Barbara joined them.  
"Drink up girl, then I'll fix your lips and your make-up," Susie  
said. 
 
     Fifteen minutes later Barbara entered the dining room for  
supper as she had been instructed by Doris. When she entered Vera  
was being handed a drink by a saucy French Maid. "Oh Barbara,  
Darling, there you are. You look charming." She extended her hand.  
She nodded her head toward the maid. "I don't believe you've met  
Annette. Say hello Annette," Vera Ordered. "Hello Miss Barbara,  
would you like me to bring you a drink?" As soon as she spoke 
Barbara realized she as a man also. God she looks pretty Barbara 
thought. 
 
     Over dinner Vera & Barbara discussed their plans. It was  
decided Barbara would spend a month with them before leaving. This  
would give Vera time to arrange things in L.A., and it would give  
Barbara a chance to stick close to Doris & Susie and learn as much  
as she could from them about make-up and hairstyling, because  
after she left, she's be on her own. Vera gave her the name of a  
salon in Los Angles owned by one of her friends. so she could get  
her hair done once a week. 
 
     "Vera how can I ever thank you, or repay you?", Barbara said.  
Vera stood up and moved over to Barbara. She ran her nail across  
Barbara's silk covered breasts. "Oh, I think I can think of a  
couple of ways." She took Barbara's hand and lead her out of the  
dining room. "I can never seem to find the proper words to express  
my needs," she said. "But I'm sure your much better orally..." 
 
 
 
                          VICTIM # 6 
                     HOT HELEN THE HOOKER 
 
     Vera's next victim was easy to find. Tanya simply picked up a  
couple of the TV magazines in an adult book store in New York. She  
picked out several ads that said the TV's like dressing like a  
whore or a hooker, and were looking for dominant women. After  
receiving several replies. She chose her candidate. She showed up  
for her "Private" date, and the next thing her little TV hooker  
knew she was in Vera's living room. 
 
     After the usual bickering and claims. Harry age 26, and a car  
salesman from New York found himself in the capable hands of Doris  
and Susie. 
 
     "I think this is one of my favorite roles to fit somebody up  
for," Doris said to Susie. After all the usual preparations, they  
were busily dressing Harry in a black & red garter belt, and a  
black bra with red trim to match. This was followed by red polish  
for his toenails. While that was drying Susie pasted on long fake  
nails to be polished later. They slid his black fishnet nylons on 
him, attached them to the garters and be was ready for makeup. 
 
     And did they ever make him up. First his eyebrows were  
completed shaved off. "Painted ones will look so much nicer, don't  
you think Doris", Susie asked. After applying his foundation &  
powder that's exactly what see did. She painted on eyebrows. Very  
high, tapering from medium to very super thin, and with a very  
severe arch. "My, oh my, He looks like the wicked witch of the  
west," Doris said. "Not yet, but she will be by the time I'm done  
with her," Susie replied. 
 
     Next came eyeshadow, this time not Susie's usual intricate  
job, but one whole solid color, making his whole upper eyelid  
deep green, under his severely arched eyebrows. This was followed  
by long, thick black false eyelashes. Susie examined her  
handiwork, adjusting things here & there. Next was eyeliner. Black  
liquid eyeliner, tons of it. Susie filled in the entire crease of  
the lower eyelid with black eyeliner, and draw sloping lines out  
toward the edge to met the severe brows. Then it was blusher,  
actually it was more like old fashion rouge, then blusher, because  
they was hardly anything daintily about this. It was just a bright  
red streak painted down the side of her cheeks. Very garish, but  
simply it implied the image they were looking for. Next Susie used  
a dark red lip pencil to extend Harry's lips, making them much  
larger then they really were. Then she filled it in with bright  
red carmine lipstick. "Honey, when a man sees these lips he knows  
they only have one use...popping his cock right in there for you  
to suck," Susie said.  
 
     Make-up completed, they moved on to the clothes. "I think we  
should stick with the traditional look, don't you agree," Doris  
asked? "Oh yes," Susie said, "traditional is always best." So  
Doris helped their would be hooker into a black wet look  
miniskirt, super tight, and super short. The garters from the belt  
showed as well as a very small patch of white skin above the  
fishnet tops. He sat while they strapped silver glitter high heel  
platform pumps to his feet. They had open toes to show his red  
painted toenails, and a 3" platform, with chunky 8" heels. All in  
silver glitter. Little silver ankle strap secured them to his  
feet. While he was seated Doris figured she might as well do the  
wig. The one she chose was a bright flaming red hairdo in an afro  
style. It looked emence once it was on his head. Not much combing  
was necessary, just sort of make sure it was in position. 
 
     She placed a red plastic beaded necklace around his neck, and  
fastened it in the back. It had 5 strands of bright red plastic  
beads. They added huge red plastic hoop earrings, and a matching  
red plastic bracelet to his wrist. Susie did his nails the same  
bright red. As he stood up they added the "traditional" white  
rabbit fur hooker jacket. "What about a blouse," he asked? "Be  
serious cunt, you don't need a blouse. A whore has to be able to  
get in and out of her clothes quickly. For you a blouse is  
unnecessary, besides we want to advertise the merchandise." 
 
     The newly created Helen practiced walking around in her  
platform shoes, and was then lead to the party that awaited. 
 
     The whole group was present at the party except for Maryann.  
Vera said that this "adult" entertainment was to advanced for her,  
but Annette the maid, Tina Tits, Luscious Louise, and Barbara were  
all there at Vera's orders to participate. "Ah, the entertainment  
arrives," Vera said. 
 
     Without so much as a greeting or anything, she said "Do your  
job Whore, kneel & suck." When Helen hesitated Tanya's riding crop  
whistled through the air to smack Helen's black mini-skirted ass.  
Tanya's hands then pushed down on Helen's shoulder's. Kneeling on  
the floor she was order to open her mouth in a nice big round "O."  
When she hesitated again Tanya's crop fell two or three times in  
rapid succession. The pain was intense and she needed no further  
encouragement to obey. She opened her mouth. Vera lead Annette up  
in front of her, stood behind her, and reached in front to raise  
Annette's dress. She had on no panties. From behind Vera pushed  
her forward and Helen held her red lipsticked mouth open while  
Annette's cock slid in. 
 
     She sucked slowly at first, leaving a trail of bright  
lipstick the entire length of Annette's cock, but if she slowed  
down even a little. Tanya's crop fell again, encouraging her to go  
faster. When she felt Annette cumming in her mouth, she tried to  
pull away, but Tanya's hand at the back of her head, held her in  
position. She was forced to swallow the entire load of cum. Vera  
replaced Annette with Tina, and they went through the same routine  
again, then Louise, then Barbara. 
 
     Helen sucked one cock after another with no rest, only a few  
seconds between blow jobs to put on additional red lipstick each  
time. She girl's load sliding down Helen's hot throat. When she  
finished each of the other TV's Vera said, "well we can see that  
we certainly knows how to suck cock now, like a whore, but is she  
any good at eating pussy." 
 
     Vera removed her dress and panties, and sat on the couch.  
"Eat my cunt you worthless slut." Helen jumped to obey, her head  
buried in Vera pussy, licking away happily. Tanya and Vera took  
turns using their little private whore to bring them pleasure.  
Something Helen was quite happy to do. 
 
 
                          VICTIM # 7 
               SISSY SUSAN THE SUBURBAN HOUSEWIFE 
 
     Vera & Tanya talked for a long time before deciding to bring  
in Stanley. First of all Tanya said he was completely willing  
and didn't need to be hustled off. That sort of ruined half the  
fun Vera thought. Additionally Wondered if the TV would really be  
any fun. Her particular fetish was not really the sort of thing  
Vera could put together a scenario for, for her own amusement or  
entertainment. It seemed Susan nee Stanley enjoyed feminine  
things, but all feminine things, particularily those things  
concerned not with dressing up, but feminine maintenance. He was  
happiest in pink curlers, and a pink quilted housecoat, like a  
suburban housewife. 
 
     Vera finally decided if nothing else he could provide  
entertainment to the others, or help Annette in her serving when  
there was a party. Vera called in Doris & Susie and some plans  
were formulated to maximize Susan's particular fetish for bizarre  
feminine things. It seemed a little silly, but Tanya pointed out  
that it would be fun to watch this guy squirm in feminized  
humiliation.... 
 
     Fresh from one of Doris's sweet smelling bubble baths,  
Stanley relaxed in the salon chair. He was 28 years old, relatively  
slim for a man, and he had previously worked in a retail computer  
store selling software. He had long brown hair, so fortunately  
Doris would have no trouble styling his hair. His legs, arms, and  
eyebrows had already been taken care of during the bath, so the  
girls were ready to begin. His cock was already rock hard,  
something that didn't escape Doris & Susie. 
 
     "You really enjoy this don't you," Doris asked? "Yes, I'm a  
little nervous, because I've never done this in front of people  
before. I use to just pick up things in the supermarket or stores,  
and then do it at home. Also I never really did this much before,  
I'm really excited." "Yes, I can see that," Susie said giving his  
cock a little caress. His cheeks turned bright, bright red. Susie  
had never before seen that extreme a blush without make-up. It was  
obvious he was acutely embarassed. Perhaps this would be fun after  
all. 
 
     His hair was shampooed and rinsed, and Doris started to set  
it in pink curlers. Vera had instructed her to use the maximum  
amount of rollers possible, and to wind them as tightly as  
possible. Doris carefully separated each little tuft of hair,  
placed the pink curler in his hair and wound it up to his scalp.  
Then secured it with a little pink plastic pick. Row after row of  
pink rollers were added. Doris rolled each one tight enough to  
pull on his scalp severely, but he made no comment. He just sat  
there submissively. When she was done over 40 curlers were in his  
hair, and Doris was sure his scalp must have hurt something awful.  
She figured in a couple of hours he would have a raging headache  
if the pressure wasn't removed. 
 
     "Are you alright darling," Doris asked. "Yes M'am," he  
replied. "Oh please sweetie, say that M'am stuff for Vera. Just  
call us Doris and Susie. If you really feel the need call us Miss  
Susie and Miss Doris." "Yes Miss Doris", he replied, as he  
submissively lowered his head. Oh boy, this one is real submissive  
Doris thought to herself as she cleaned up. Susie was now ready to  
do his make-up. She added all the standard feminine stuff  
foundation, powder, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow, mascara, blush ,  
and lipstick, but nothing was really overdone, just a light touch  
of make-up. Enough to soften his features and give them a feminine  
appearance. Susie did her usual marvelous job and even with that  
minimal make-up he looked very cute and girlish. She decided it  
was the curlers. Let's face it she thought to herself, it's pretty  
difficult not to look feminine with your hair set in pink curlers.  
She was beginning to see exactly why it turned him on. 
 
     Susie turned the chair around for him to see. "Meet Susan",  
she said. He gazed at the feminine image that stared back and he  
raised one hand to touch the rollers, his now girlish red painted  
nails daintily touch the curlers, and when he saw that in the  
mirror his entire body shivered. Doris watched him. She whispered  
to Susie, "He's never going to even make it to Vera at this rate.  
I think I know what to do, watch me, and maybe we'll learn  
something for later in the evening if my hunch is right." 
 
     "Stand up and come into the bathroom with me Susan," Doris  
said. "Yes Miss Doris," he replied. She positioned him completely  
nude with only his makeup and curlers in front of the full length  
mirror on the bathroom door. "See how pretty you look now Susan,  
aren't you happy mommie put your hair in curlers." Susan seemed  
zombie like, like she was in a trance. She fell right in with  
Doris's little role playing and replied, "Yes mommie." "Touch your  
curlers Susan, see how it feels to be a girl." She slowly reached  
down and started to stroke Susan's raging hard on. The girl was so  
mezmerized see didn't even see Susie enter and seat down on the 
closed toilet seat to watch them.  
 
     Doris slowly stroked Susan's cock. "Tell mommie darling,  
wouldn't you like to be a girl all the time. Mommie will show you  
how nice it is to be a girl. That's it, Susan pat your curlers,  
into place. Let mommie show you what you look like in a kerchief."  
She motioned Susie with her free hand to hurry and get one. Susie  
passed it to her, and she folded it into the familiar triangle, and  
placed it over Susan's curlers and tied it in a knot under her  
chin. She gave Susan a little peck on the cheek and said "Mommie's  
girl is so pretty." That was more than the mezmerized girl could  
stand she came with great force. So much in fact, that her cum  
shot the distance between her and the mirror and stained the  
mirror. Doris hadn't even been holding her cock when it happened.  
Doris held her around the waist until she stopped shaking, then  
sat her on the toilet seat where Susie had just sat. All she could  
say was "I'm sorry, I didn't expect... I'm sorry." "Honey, there's  
nothing to apologize for, don't worry." But Susan just repeated  
herself, "I'm sorry Miss Doris, I...I'm Sorry." "Hey!" Doris gave  
her a little shake, "cut it out, I told you there's nothing to  
apologize for."  
 
     The shake seemed to bring her back to reality, and she  
blushed again. She started to say I'm sorry then caught herself,  
and only said, "Thank you," instead. "It was really fun,  
actually," Doris said. "Let's get some clothes on you though.  
Susie would you please clean the mirror," she said. "Why me,"  
Susie asked? "Because I was right," Doris replied. Doris stuck her 
tongue out at Susie as they walked back to the salon. Susie gave 
her the finger, but she only laughed.  
 
     She placed a pink nylon bra, and pink panties on Susan. A  
pink garter belt with white lace ruffles, and tan nylons on  
Susan's legs. Little pink bedroom slippers were placed on her with  
4" heels, and little fluffy maribou pom poms. Doris took a brand  
new pink quilted ladies housecoat from the box, sprayed it with  
some perfume and placed it on Susan. It was obvious from the  
expression on her face, she was in ecstasy. Thank God Doris had  
"Relieved" her once already. The girls quickly changed their  
working clothes for some skirts and blouses, and fixed their  
makeup. Then they accompanied Susan down the hall to the living  
room. 
 
     Vera smiled when she saw Susan in her high heel bedroom  
slippers, pink housecoat, and curlers and kerchief. Doris leaned  
over and whispered into Vera's ear for a while. Obviously she was  
relating the story of what had just happened to Vera. Vera kept  
nodding and listening. "Yes, I see, it is good information to  
know, thank you Doris," Vera said. "Susie, would you get all the  
items we talked about last week, please," Vera said. "Why me all  
the time," Susie mumbled to herself. Tanya joined her. "What's a  
matter Susie, having a tough day, I'll help you get them." "Thanks  
Tanya, yea I guess so." 
 
     They returned with a whole pile of feminine things which they  
uncerimoniously dropped in the corner. "Well now, let's see what we  
can find for Susan to wear," Vera said. She again found herself in  
front of a full length mirror. Only in panties and bra now. The  
girls took turns dressing her in various feminine articles. But  
everything was mismatched. They just picked up things at random.  
All the while they dressed her they took turns masturbating her.  
The outfits were bizarre and varied. First it was shoulder length  
black evening gloves with her housecoat. Then a silver glitter  
evening purse to go with that. Then it was a diamond necklace and  
huge dangling diamond earrings. Then the housecoat was removed and  
it was an lacy white apron. Then that was removed and it was a  
pair of pink hip-huggers, and a sequined tube top. Then that was  
removed and the kerchief was replaced with a lacy roller bonnet.  
Then later that too was removed, and it was a ladies one piece  
bathing suit. When Tanya saw the bathing suit, she added a ladies  
pink bathing cap with flowers. She struggled to pull it down over  
the curlers, but she finally somehow tugged it into place. Snapped  
the strap under Susan's chin and continued her manual stimulation.  
Susan looked ridiculous in the the cap, because she was still  
wearing the diamond earrings, and necklace. Each article on it's  
own had a sort of feminine fetish value. A very girlish type of  
girl would wear a pink rubber bathing cap with rubber flowers on  
it, but she certainly wouldn't wearing it with rhinestone dangling  
earrings. 
 
     The girls seemed to take delight in seeing what bizarre  
combinations they could come up with. The bathing suit was  
exchanged for a black evening gown, and the bathing cap was  
removed. Now the evening gown matched the evening gloves, but the  
curlers in her hair certainly didn't. Neither did the little  
girl's pink purse they gave her to hold. In the intervening hours  
she came three more times while the girls jerked her off. They  
told her pretty or adorable she looked in each of her outfits,  
and continually changed things. 6" black patent spikes with her  
pink housecoat again. Susan seemed to be wearing out, and the  
girls decided on one more addition to get her through one more  
time. Vera produced a red harness ball gag. She popped it into  
Susan's mouth and secured the straps tightly right over Susan's  
curlers pulling them down even tighter, the bottom strap was  
buckled under her chin, and while Vera spanked her with a ladies  
hairbrush, Tanya masturbated her. She was ordered to keep her hands 
on her curlers and look at herself in the mirror. Again she came, 
nearly exhausted.  
 
     But Vera had one last sadistic pleasure in mind. She called  
for Annette. Annette sat in one of the easy chairs and Susan was  
ordered to kneel in front of her. "Now, Susan I understand that  
housewives sometimes wake up in the morning to a horny husband. I  
don't happen to have any horny husband's handy, so Annette will  
have to do. I further understand that in order to stop their  
mate's whining they suck him off to get him off, and shut him up.  
So I want you to show me how a good little housewife sucks cock  
while her hair is in curlers in the morning." 
 
     Tanya removed her harness gag, fixed her lipstick and shoved  
her head forward. She grasped Annette's cock and slid it into her  
mouth. Annette placed her hands on Susan's curlers as order by  
Vera an pushed down, forcing her head down, and pressing the pink  
curlers into her scalp. Susan's curlered head bobbed up and down 
as she sucked Annette's cock. Soon Annette exploded and cum shot 
into Susan's face, hair, and curlers.  
 
     "OK ladies, everybody has had their fun. Annette please help  
Susan get cleaned up, and then it's time for bed. It's been a long  
day." 
 
 
                          VICTIM # 8 
                  CARLA CUNT THE FETISH MODEL 
 
     Vera's last victim, to round out her stable of TV party toys  
was Carl, a stock broker age 32. Tanya had spotted a picture of  
him in one of the TV magazines that featured ads. His ad had  
stated that he was into tight corsets, very high heels and fetish  
clothes. He was also looking for dominant women who enjoyed this  
type of thing. Vera was going to see to it that he got exactly  
what he wanted.  
 
     Tanya continued to correspond with him. Pictures were  
exchanged, and a meeting was set up. Three weeks later on a Friday  
night Tanya rang his bell. He opened the door to she Tanya all  
decked out in a tight black leather dress, and a full length sable  
coat. That was the last thing he saw. Tanya reached in the coat's  
pocket and sprayed something in Carl's face. He barely had time to  
say "What the hell..." before he slumped to the floor. Tanya  
whisked him off to the Island, and he was kept sedated the entire  
time. Even during his transformation process he was kept in a  
zombie like state with a drug Vera had obtained from a friend. The 
mind was left sort of blank but the body obeyed. A new drug her  
friend assured her that was currently very popular wit the CIA .He  
was mobile but completely docile. Vera & Tanya personally  
supervised his transformation. 
 
     Standing in the living room Tanya administered the antidote  
into his upper arm. Within seconds his eyes blinked and his mental  
facilities returned. He looked at Tanya, "It's you", he said,  
"what the hell happened?" Then he realized how he was dressed. 
Vera gave him a second to take it all in and then she spoke.  
"Welcome to the Island. As you can see, we've given you what you  
asked for. You asked for a dominant woman who would dress you in  
fetish clothes. We have given you not only one but two, you've  
already met my associate Tanya, I'm Mistress Vera. If you behave  
yourself we will show you all the pleasures you long for, if you  
don't you'll be punished, not the sexual type of punishment that  
turns you on, but real punishment. Pain. Will you cooperate or is  
this going to be difficult?" 
 
     Carla decided cooperation was the best bet. "Good, let me see  
you model for us so we can see what you look like. And model, she  
did! Although it was very difficult. 
 
     Carla was wearing red satin midi-skirt that came to her mid- 
calf, it was skin tight, barely allowing her any movement. On the  
top she wore a black satin short sleeve top. Her curvy body with  
it's hour glass figure literally strained at the outfit in all  
directions. Her breasts measured 50DD and her waist a mere 20  
inches. Her hips flared to 38 inches. Her ass was full a  
protruding. Hidden underneath her exotic outer clothes were a  
waist crushing black leather corset, and black lace bra that were  
custom made. Her panties were also special. Black satin with a  
small round hole in the front for her cock to fit through. Hidden  
beneath even that was the dildo. Inserted up her ass all the way  
and harnessed in with a leather strap attached to the front and 
back of her corset. Whether Carla walked, sat, or stood she would  
always have the feminine feeling of a cock up inside her. 
 
     Her arms were tightly encased in shoulder length black  
leather evening gloves that laced up her arm. They were open  
handed so her 2" long dark carmine nails could be displayed. Sheer  
black nylons with seams graced her legs, and on her feet were red  
7" spike high heels with ankle straps, and little tiny locks.  
There was no bondage equipment, none was necessary all of Carla's  
clothes were her bondage. Each piece was designed with only two  
purposes in mind. Displaying her womanly attributes, and  
restricting her movement. 
 
     Diamond bracelets closed over her wrists, a diamond choker  
encircled her neck, and huge diamond chandelier earrings swayed  
from her ears. No pierced ears, that would be too comfortable.  
These earrings were special. They screwed on, and front part  
facing inward to her lobe had a dull but pointy mound, the back  
part a slight hollow. This allowed the earrings to be tightly  
screwed on until the pointy mound dig into her ear. Each of her  
fingers had a feminine ring, one or two of them very large  
cocktail rings. With every movement she was a flashing, glittering  
feminine display, even as small as her movements were. 
 
     Her make-up was an artist's dream. Heavily made up exotic  
eyes. Her whole lids covered with hues and designs. Ultra long  
thick black false eyelashes, and very, very high pencil thin  
feminine brows. Her cheeks severely blushed, and her lips,  
dazzling in their dark red brilliance. Her hairdo was a platinum  
blonde wig, teased into a bubble style hairdo. A small gold chain  
necklace also around her neck beneath the diamond choker hung  
between her black satin covered tits. It appeared to be one of  
those name necklaces. Until you stepped up close to her. It had  
only one word spelled out in diamonds...."CUNT". She looked like  
an artist's conception drawing of the ultimate in womanhood.  
 
     She model back and forth across the living room for Vera &  
Tanya. Her tiny mincing steps in the 7" heels making her hips sway  
and her ass wiggle provocatively. Her giant tits thrust out  
proudly. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, well Carla  
proved that rule because it would take an encyclopedia to describe  
all the sexuality that a viewer could take in, in one glance. She  
didn't need to speak, her message was clear. It said "I am a sex  
toy, please use me!" 
 
     She was in pain...the pain of being a beautiful woman and  
dressing to please. Her waist was crushed, her heels painful and  
difficult to walk in, her earrings hurt her ears, the skirt  
restricted her step, The phrase "women's clothing is so soft and  
comfortable" didn't apply to Carla. As she minced about Tanya and  
Vera caressed her ass, felt her tits, rubbed the front of her  
skirt. 
 
     "She's such a pretty little cunt, aren't you Carla," Vera  
asked. When she didn't reply Tanya pressed her hand hard against  
Carla's skirted ass driving the dildo even deeper. "Miss  
Mistress," she panted. "Yes Mistress, what?" "Yes Mistress, I'm a  
pretty little cunt." "That's better," Vera replied.  
 
     "Bring Mr. Johnson in Tanya," Vera said. A middle aged man  
was lead in naked. "Carla, this is Mr. Johnson. He was previously  
one of my male slaves before I started the island. However he's  
done me many personal favors recently and you are going to repay  
them for me. You'd like a nice blow job from Carla, wouldn't you  
Arthur," Vera asked? "Yes Mistress Vera, I would." "Kneel Carla!" 
 
     "But Mistress...I...can't...the skirt is too tight....my  
shoes are...I can't." "Yes you can, you little slut." Tanya  
wielding a leather paddle smacked Carla's ass several times very  
hard. The pain was intense, and the dildo was driven further up  
her ass. She struggled to figure some way to kneel in the 7"  
spikes and the hobble skirt. Using the side of the couch for  
support she tried lowering herself a little at a time. Vera &  
Tanya watched. "That's right struggle, go on you fuckin' cunt  
suffer in your femininity," Vera said. Several times Carla aborted  
her attempt, and had to stand again, only to try and find and  
easier way to lower herself. Finally she managed to get into a  
kneeling position. Mr. Johnson silently watched the display while  
stroking his growing hard on. "Go ahead Arthur, you may use my  
little toy." 
 
     He stepped in front of Carla, his cock inches from her mouth.  
"Kiss it Carla," Tanya demanded. Carla puckered her lips a placed  
a sweet kiss on the head. "Oh, how sweet," Vera said, "Do it  
again." Again Carla kissed it. "Now suck it Carla, show Mr.  
Johnson that your a good little slut." 
 
     Carla grasped his cock with her long red nails, and slid it  
between her red lipsticked lips. Her long dangling earrings swayed  
as she sucked cock. Her blonde hairdo bobbing up and down, a trail  
of bright red lipstick on Mr. Johnson's cock. Tanya and Vera  
conversed as if they were watching a movie. "Doesn't she look so  
nice with a cock in her mouth...look at her makeup...I think she  
the perfect image of a whore...notice the feminine way she holds  
the cock...aren't her nails sexy. 
 
     Mr. Johnson was starting to breath heavy and sway a little.  
He withdraw his cock and seated himself in one of the easy chairs  
and Carla was repositioned to continue, when it was obvious the  
end was near Vera said, "Shall we show him the last little sexual  
fetish." "Yes, I think it's time," Tanya replied. "Stop for a  
second Carla." Carla raised her head, and Tanya stood behind her.  
With one swift movement she plucked the huge bubble hairdo off of  
Carla's head...She was bald! Her head had been shaved. The  
dazzling earrings and exotically made up face, and long black  
lashes looked truly bizarre next to gleaming bald scalp. "Place  
your hands on your head," Tanya ordered. Carla slowly raised her  
hands until the rested on her bald head. The sight of the long red  
nails and the exotic make-up, and the bald head were truly a  
fetish lover's delight. "Slowly caress your head with your nails,  
Carla," Vera said, "But do not removed your hands." Carla slowly  
ran her long red nails over her bald head, from behind Tanya  
pushed her head forward, until Mr. Johnson's cock was again firmly  
lodged in her mouth. She sucked cock, while her long red nails  
slowly caressed her head. The sight was so bizarre within seconds  
Mr. Johnson was coming. Shooting a hot load of fresh cum into  
Carla's waiting mouth. 
 
     Vera's complete line of sex toys was done. Everything from  
little girls to Fetish models. A different toy for whatever mood  
she was in. All with the sole purpose in life of pleasing her. She  
felt she had almost everything she wanted. There was however one  
type of TV she hadn't found yet. She would just have to send Tanya  
out to find her, and bring her back to the island. 
 
     Excuse me I'll have to finish the story later. The doorbell 
rang, I think someone's at the front door.................