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Chapter Fifteen
After initial pleasantries they were pleased to find her businesslike and no-nonsense. They explained the situation; it took a while but Mistress Stern was quick and kept up with them, asking questions about Tom (Toni). They explained that Toni was perhaps not a completely willing transvestite, although he loved rubber and dressing up, but they wanted to take it further. At this Mistress Stern took a real interest. They said if he was subject to forced feminisation he might prove a little reluctant.
Mistress Stern was very reassuring, and said several of her clients, men and women, had brought men to her for feminisation against their will, but all “proceeded successfully.” Jo was interested to know what this meant but held it back for now.
“I have two places, the salon deals with, for the most part, willing feminisation candidates. Here we talk and instruct in the arts of being an attractive woman, and we have all the clothes – mainly latex and…….accoutrements that you will ever need, I assure you. We are very discreet. However I detect that you ladies want to take your new charge a little further, to an area where she may be not quite so willing to accept.”
Jo and Pat looked at each other as the silence filled the room. Jo spoke.
“Yes, yes, that is exactly what I……we want. Would it be possible for you to give us an idea of your services?” They heard Mistress Stern chuckle and were worried they had offended her, but that was not the case.
“Well….let me see, there are really no boundaries as to what I offer, only the limits of your imaginations. Believe me. If it is physically, structurally, sexually possible, then that is what I offer. To be honest with you, it is of no concern to me if the….patient is unwilling, if you are her owners then what you want….you will get.”
There was another long silence, as Jo and Pat digested this. Mistress Stern was heard to laugh.
“I can see I have either frightened the living daylights out of you, or piqued your interest, you had better tell me which.” It was Jo again who replied.
“The latter, Mistress, the latter; I am fairly new to this but it all sounds rather exciting, for us that is, not Toni.”
“And you sound like a very interesting young woman; I should like to meet you tomorrow. Let me whet your appetite for a few minutes. Not here at the salon, but elsewhere, we can pierce, brand, tattoo and implant. I do the occasional implant operation myself. We have a fully equipped theatre here. If you want her truly as your slave your..….possession, then I would suggest ringing her, most of my clients like that. Nose rings are a little obtrusive, but that can be circumnavigated by inserting a grommet in the septum permanently, and then rings can be inserted when needed. Permanent rings are more for the permanent slave who is never seen out in public. Now, ear rings, and cock and balls rings are also very popular and of course nipples. Are you still with me, do you wish me to continue?”
Both Jo and Pat had listened in silence, not in horror but a growing interest in the services being described. Pat spoke.
“Yes, yes, please continue, I assure you that we are not frightened away…..yet.”
Mistress Stern laughed at the pause.
“Very well, a brand or two, usually in a private part of the body is a lot more common than you may think. The buttocks, close to the anal passage are an excellent area. The cock now, we can tattoo that, very painful indeed, only for the most cruel and committed mistress, and the most devoted of slaves. Your man, should we call him Tom or Toni? I would suggest Toni at all times he is feminised; it helps to reinforce his submission.”
“Sounds good, thank you, we are learning so much here.”
“My dear I have hardly started. This is where it can get interesting. We can do all kinds of body tubing – catheters, anal probes and tubes, and mouth dams and tubes to the lungs or stomach. Again this is for the advanced slave, or the most cruel mistress. This slave will give up everything to his mistress – when, what and how to eat, when to breathe, and what to breathe, all bodily functions will be the control of his mistress. As I said there are no limitations here.”
Jo and Pat were now a little shocked, Jo thought she'd gone a long way in a day but this was off the map! One step at a time she thought, she wanted to keep Tom, or Toni, with the two of them, not much use having a slave if they abscond!
But what Mistress Stern said, in a macabre way, interested her, it just had to be done slowly, so Tom could get used to his decline to a submissive obedient rubber dolly. The body tubing was down the road, but the piercing and ringing, and the tattooing really interested her. Maybe even a branding!
She suggested a piercing and ringing tomorrow, but where? Here Mistress Stern seemed to read her mind.
“You are new at this and Toni is probably still in shock, but let me suggest this for tomorrow. Let's start with two piercings in each ear, I realise that he will have to explain this to his work mates but this is not so shocking in these times, plus he has the bald head so they won't be too shocked, and too bad if they are. We'll put studs in for his work and then during weekends et cetera you can put rings in. Next the nipples, absolutely crucial, Toni will be very easy to control with a chain attached to two nipple rings. Now we can put a ring round the top his scrotum, there will be a smaller ring attached to it so you can truly lead him around by his balls. I suggest all the rings be engrave, let's say “Jo's Slave” - again it reinforces his position. I think a nose grommet is a great idea, the area there is tender and being led by the nose is the most humiliating thing for them, but maybe we can leave that for a few weeks.”
Jo and Pat were short of breath, but were equally excited and agreed to all her suggestions. They then moved on to Toni's wardrobe. They gave Mistress Stern all his dimensions, she said they had a huge inventory and this would be no problem.
They indicated an interest in corsets, padded bras and panties with reinforced crotches and padded buttocks for enhancing the female form. Mistress Stern approved of all the suggestions and added a few of her own, including some intricate bondage devices.
“We shall have much fun tomorrow; you will come to the salon, as we are not doing intrusive procedures (!) it can all be done here. You might want to think of a tattoo or perhaps a brand on the buttock, he must realise there is no going back from this. His, or rather her concerns are worth nought for now. A little leniency at the start, yes, absolutely, but gradually you must pull in the line, so even he doesn't notice it. Slaves and maids gradually learn to love their enslavement, to relish in it, eventually they can't imagine life without it, or exist without it. Believe me, I have seen it a hundred timed before. You would not believe the number of men, and yes, women, who are living lives of complete and total slavery to their mistress or master. And more to the point have no intention, no wish to “escape” back to the real world, whatever that is. I shall look forward to seeing you tomorrow; I have so enjoyed our chat. You sound like two very determined young women, and it sounds like you are well along the road to being fine mistresses. Oh, and of course, I shall look forward to meeting Toni too. Bye for now.”
They were both a bit stunned but also very excited. They had warmed to Mistress Stern immediately. The upper class quiet tones belied a steely disposition. Indeed not a woman to be trifled with – and she had some fascinating suggestions. Neither of them could wait until tomorrow. As Pat helped Jo out of her schoolgirls costume she couldn't help but fondle and grapple with her. Jo in turn giggled and grabbed at Jo's boobs and bum. They were on a high.
They left all the clothes on the floor, another job for Toni, and went to the shower together, giddy almost. There followed another ten minutes in the shower, with a lot of action with the soap and fingers going everywhere. Jo washed Pat's mousy short hair and then Pat washed Jo's thick raven hair.
Pat then took a safety razor and smiling mischievously, pointed in silence to Jo's pudenda. At first Jo shook her head, but Pat put on a very bad fake pout. So Jo relented and Pat knelt and lovingly applied a thick lather of soap to Jo's bush. Of course this allowed her to ease a couple of fingers between her moist nest, but Jo gently slapped the side of her head and told her to get on with it as they didn't have all night.
As Jo stood with her legs apart, and with the shower at her back Pat tenderly stroked the razor through the thick mousse and Jo's silky bush. Jo was perhaps a little sorry to see it go, but she did find Pat's naked, shaven very arousing, and frankly hoped hers would arouse Pat in the same way, although she hadn't been holding back up to now!
As the blade passed over her she felt a ticklish sensation. To get a close cut Pat was going over the sensitive area twice and Jo mused, taking quite a long time. It now felt very sensitive indeed and she looked down to see Pat finish. She was now as bald as a baby there. Pat looked up and then down again kissing her nakedness.
“There, we're twins.”
Pat leaned into her again and kissed her, this time opening her mouth and pressing in her tongue. Jo was ready to faint. She held Pat's head as she burrowed away, nuzzling the tender pink flesh with her nose and lapping with her tongue. She bent over and lifted her up, their faces inches apart. Pat turned her around so she was facing the stream of water, she reached over her shoulder and aimed the nozzle at her newly shaven area. It was so sensitive she almost came. Pat didn't help by standing behind her and gripping her breasts in each hand. Either this could go on until we run out of water or we quit now, Jo thought.
“Okay, enough now, God, we have to get ready.” Pat pouted a little but turned off the shower and they helped rub each other dry, another opportunity for a quick grope and cuddle.
They then began selecting their attire for the evening. To make it interesting, they agreed to select each others. The pile of used rubber clothing they pushed into the corner, Toni would take care of that before they put her to bed. From now on Toni would do everything, that was the wonderful thing about having a maid, and one dressed rubber attire too.
As Jo looked at the rubber clothing in the closet, she couldn't wait to be enveloped in it again. Its cool cling, how it warmed to the body, she was even getting to like the pungent, sweet aroma. She had come so often, breathing in the addictive smell, and wrapped in its unforgiving grip.
Yes, she was addicted all right, how do you become addicted to something in a day? Well she was, the look, the smell, the feel, the touch, everything. And having someone like Pat to share this with, well she really couldn't be happier right now.
So she selected Pat's clothes with care, hoping she would like them. She helped her slide her arms into brilliant white shoulder length gloves, white bra, and panties, high cut at the sides an pressing into her vulva. Then she stepped into a garter belt, suspenders and white stockings. As she was pulling on the second one Jo said.
“I'm not sure about “virgin” white, after what we've been up to in the last day, but you look so edible in white latex. But if you're going to be the virgin, what's for me?”
“Scarlett red, I thought. You can be the wicked witch. No offence, Jo love, but I like that mean streak, that little bit of malice in you. That's what will make you a great domina. It gives you an edge, I don't know what to expect some times, makes it exciting too.” Pat approached her, and placed her arms around her. Jo looked down and saw Pat's rubber bra rest against her bare breasts.
“I hadn't seen you naked before we were in the shower, you look great Jo, but I think I prefer you in latex.”
“You know I think I prefer to be in it too. It really does wonders for your body, and your soul.”
“Libido, you mean.” Pat laughed and studied her closely, rubbing her boobs against hers.
“So, you're hooked too are you? Amazing stuff really, I don't question it, or fight it or dwell on it. Life's too short, just enjoy it.” She glanced at the bed.
“I've got you red underwear too, frightfully sinful. Can I help you dress too?”
“Of course, I wouldn't have it otherwise.”
Rather than pants and stockings, Pat had got her a pair of red latex tights, which she powdered and then helped Jo into. Jo whistled as the cool rubber was drawn up her calves, then her knees and with Pat helping, over her strong thighs. Then came her crotch and she blew out some air as it touched her freshly denuded pussy. She pulled them up further, and felt them press between her lips and right between her anal crack. She bent her legs a little and felt them ease into both crevices!
“Ooh, Pat, these are wonderful, I don't need any nodules inside. I could come right now.”
“Not right now, lover, we have a way to go yet.” Pat handed her a red latex bra. Jo slipped into it, Pat helping her at the back. The bra was tight; it pushed her up and out. And her nipples were very prominent. Pat looked at the dress on the bed.
“So this is my virginal dress you've selected?” It was her turn now and she stepped into the tight tube of snow white rubber. It was knee length, fitting her thighs tightly, she could even see the suspender clips underneath. It was tight round her bum, waist and boobs too. It was short sleeved and high necked and Jo zipped her up to the neck. Pat wriggled in it and smoothed it out.
“Mmm very virginal, and snugly too.” Only her head and shoulder blades were exposed now, all else was white. She slipped into a pair of four inch white pumps, turned and kissed Jo tenderly.
“I love it Jo, but I fear that your supposition that I may behave virginally when dressed as one, will leave you very disappointed.” Jo faked a pout.
“Oh dear, well so be it, whatever you do I'm sure won't be disappointed.”
“I hope not, I've seen you in the last day when you are crossed, although I might just test you a little, just out of curiosity.”
“Remember curiosity killed the cat, Pat.” Jo smiled, as if testing her.
“Well, maybe you can think of a fate worse than death for me, Jo, what do you say?”
“Sounds like a challenge, my dear, I like a challenge.” They were sparring, having a lot of fun with the double entendres; it was a prelude to a night of fun and frolic. But it would be interesting to see who would want to take the upper hand, and if the other party would allow it! Pat picked up a large bundle of red rubber.
“Now, for you my dear, I have something very special. You said you wanted to be corseted. Well, this dress has a corset built into it. Okay, put these elbow length gloves on first and the sleeves of the dress will cover them down to your wrists. You're going to be covered from head to toe in glorious scarlet latex.”
As Jo slowly pulled on the gloves, eliminating all the creases, Pat placed a pair of red high heeled shoes at her feet, and Jo stepped into them.
“Woo, these are high, these must be five or six inches Pat. I've never worn them this high before.”
“Don't worry, you'll get used to them.” Pat replied with a knowing smile. She held out the red rubber dress and Jo slipped her arms into the tight full-length sleeves. Once her hands were through, Pat zipped down a three inch zip at each wrist to make them almost airtight. The back was double zipped and Pat zipped the back up to a high rigid collar.
“Wow, this feels like one of those collars you see accident victims wear. Are you sure it's meant to be this high?” Pat pulled Jo's hair behind her ears and into a sleek pony tail.
“Don't worry, you look great.” She kissed her under her ear and just above the collar. The lower zip she pulled down to mid thigh, drawing her legs closer together, although the zip went down to her ankles. To Jo, the dress seemed very narrow, although she had to admit it showed off her figure, her backside, and her boobs very nicely indeed.
The corset was not laced but buckled, with at least ten buckles down the back from under her firm pouty boobs to just above her crotch. Then Pat said.
“Hey, Jo how about those nice steel bracelets? They'll offset the red dress nicely.” Jo nodded.
“Sure, and the steel belt too, it will hold my waist in nicely. For God's sake don't lose the key.” She laughed as Pat looked at her in a strange way.
“What do you take me for, Jo?”
“Just kidding, I'm in your hands, lover.”
“And aren't I the lucky one.” And they both laughed as Jo helped Pat fold and lock the thick rubber lined steel cuffs on her wrists. Pat kissed her again.
“God, you look good enough to eat.”
“Later darling, later,” Jo joked, “okay, tighten me up, I want to be gasping.
“Your wish is my command, oh great domina!”
And Pat began to pull in each of the straps and buckle them together. Having got all ten done fairly loosely, she then began to tighten each one again. Soon Jo's figure was becoming a pleasant hourglass shape. Jo thought that this was over now, but then Pat started to pull in each buckle a further notch. Jo was beginning to take short breaths.
“Okay, that's enough I think.”
“Well, my dear you asked for it.” She wrapped the steel belt around her waist and ratcheted it snug against the dress.
“Hope you know where the key is!”
“Oh, don't you worry about that.” Pat replied. “And now for the piece de resistance – God I hate that phrase, close your legs Jo, closer now.”
Pat slowly drew the zip down and down, past her knees, her calves and as far as her ankles. It was only then that it dawned on Jo that she was effectively imprisoned in the dress. She couldn't bend over to get at the zip and she couldn't reach behind herself to get at the buckles. She could take steps of only seven or eight inches as she tried to totter around the room in the high heels. She didn't feel too comfortable at all.
Pat stood back in her virginal white and admired her work, a sly smile creasing her face. Jo, corseted and hobbled looked at her quizzically.
“There couldn't be an ulterior motive here could there Pat?”
Pat was all innocence and approached her, wrapping her arms around her, pecking her nose.
“Nope, only to see you in all your scarlet glory, but,” she raised her eyebrows, “perhaps a little vulnerable. Come on let's eat, Toni will have it on the table by now, or at least she better have.”
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