Down on Your Knees

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional. For those unowned Subs and Sissies and crave control: Rules: 1. Chapter 1 is for the unfeminized, but how can I not tease you… Get everything you can to fully femme yourself up, preferably with a black latex catsuit and matching high heels, but I honestly don’t expect you to have all that.  If you have lipstick and/or a wig, great!  If you have falsies and a bra, even better.  If you have none, get a marker…  now have your ‘pile’ of stuff ready in front of you so that you can always see it from the corner of your eye… 2. You’ll know when in Chapter 2, but as Kyle becomes Odette, you will to.  When her makeup is done, so will yours.  When she has breasts… so will you… when she has heels, so will you, etc…  If you only have one thing, that is fine, you are still a good girl.  If you only have a marker, I want you to draw a pair of lips on the back of your hand… a reminder of what you could be doing… Good girl… 3. You are my girl… aren’t you.  You are already foing your best  to obey… Even if you can’t quite do it the way you want, you keep visualizing yourself obeying me… That makes you mine.  Go ahead say it, “Mistress Dyvia, I am yours.” 4. I use ellipses… a lot… so whenever you see… those three dots… I want you to run your index finger… along my clitty (formerly known as your penis for this story)... and let out… a soft moan… 5. Stay aroused after chapter 1, I want you horny…  I want my girl horny.  She will stroke my clitty with her smallest finger gently.. Just enough to keep her crazy, but not enough to cum, or even edge… 6. When you are done reading, leave a comment below regarding your thoughts on the story… and then email me that you have been a good or bad girl… and I will send you a reward in response. Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Down on Your Knees!

By: Mistress Dyvia

I heard the alarm go off. I reached over to my cell phone, and hit the snooze button… a minute later it went off again, though it was clearly lying to me as it said 10 minutes had passed… snooze… 30 seconds later it went off again, why does it keep lying to me? Now 20 minutes had passed since the first alarm… I looked up at the old school alarm, it would go off in exactly one minute.. I reached up and turned it off as I sat up in bed. 

I turned around and saw my husband lying there, he mumbled something, I leaned over and kissed his cheek, and started getting ready for work. It started with a cup of tea, feeding the cats, and jumping into a shower… drying off, playing with hair, doing makeup, brushing teeth… make sure husband's out of bed… and off to work. 

I worked for 9 hours, punched out and stopped at the grocery store. Grabbed a few things for dinner, and went home. I slaved over the stove for about 45 minutes, and my husband walked in just in time. 

“Hey Kyle, how was your day?" I grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. 

"Not too bad…” the rest of what he was saying was getting interrupted by my tongue in his mouth, while his hand moved around and grabbed my ass and pulled it in tight to his… well, I'm sure he meant to pull me into him, but I certainly felt his… hardness pushing through his work pants. It's a good thing he couldn't feel my… smushiness. He finally finished what he was about to say,  “how was your day, Jenny?" 

"Getting better.“

He went into the back towards the bedrooms, and when he returned a few minutes later, he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, then sat down. There was a little bit of small talk, and discussion of how it went at work for both of us… I started to pick up the plates, and so did he… I cooked dinner, which meant that it was his turn to clean the dishes. 

I sat down in the living room and turned on the TV to decide which streaming service I wanted to browse. I picked one and started scrolling through the menus…

He finished washing the dishes before I picked anything to watch. He looked me in the eye with a playful look on his face, “did you overeat?" 

My eyebrows must have furrowed together, "no, why?”

His eyebrows raised twice, almost like he was flirting, “I thought you'd like something creamy for dessert." 

My eyes dropped to his pants, I smiled while slowly biting my lip, "maybe I could go for some dessert…”

He laughed a bit, “then open wide…”

“Which mouth?” I asked.

“Surprise me…” and he bent down and kissed me on the lips before straightening out and taking off his t-shirt.

About a half an hour later he brought me a cup of tea, and sat down and snuggled up with me while we watched whatever we were watching… and that's how he sat for the next 2 hours… he got up and went to his rec room to play some video games for an hour or so… that was his way to unwind.  I started flipping through social media, before I started reading a book again. 

Well, I was scanning through social media when I came upon a poster that certainly intrigued me… 

Something clenched between my legs, and I'm pretty sure my panties got a little more moist. Something took me back, and I wanted to go. 

I stared at the poster for a few moments, just imagining. The tight clothes, the pure sexuality of it all… being the feared dominatrix… It would be like college all over again. 

Don't get me wrong, me and Kyle had a very active sex life, sometimes it got down right kinky. Sometimes he would take charge, he was a very demanding Master… and sometimes I would take charge, and I was an unrelenting mistress… but that was always inside our home… well usually… sometimes we brought things on vacation, but still that was the privacy of our hotel room. You get my point. 

But as I stared at that picture, I had this visual thought in my head: heavy makeup, fun disguises, outrageous wigs… oozing sexuality… public display of our kinkiness.  

I wanted this. 

Kyle was still playing video games, I wasn't going to be a total bitch and interrupt, by your damn right: I sure that I opened that in a new tab, he and I were going to look at that before the night was out…. 

It was about an hour before bedtime, and I was flipping through a book on my Kindle app, I probably shouldn't have bothered… I was very much distracted by other thoughts. I knew I was going to end up rereading those chapters all over again, I just knew it… but that's when Kyle walked in, “reading anything good?" 

"I have no idea, I'm way too distracted right now.” I verbally laid the trap.

“Oh no, everything okay?" Oh, that was nice, but I expected him to be different, more direct… I was really hoping for him to ask what was on my mind…

He was my husband, why sugarcoat it? "Honestly, I was hoping you would have asked me what was on my mind instead of asking me if I was okay.”

He sat down next to me, "in that case… what's on your mind?" his hand finding its way to my knee with that same worried-ness.

I smiled as I exited out of the Kindle app, “I thought you'd never ask." I opened up the poster. And showed it to him. 

He stared at it for a moment, mostly in confusion. “So what am I looking at?" 

“I want to go here."

There seemed to be a hesitation in his voice as replied, "you know hun, our kink-life has always been more of a private thing.”

I nodded my head in agreement, "I know… it always has been, but it doesn't always have to be. Imagine this; we're dressed up, no one will ever know who we are, you get to party with a bunch of like-minded freaks." 

"I'm not so sure if that's politically correct to call a bunch of kinksters, ‘freaks.’”

I put my hand on my hip and raised an eyebrow, "I'm a kinkster and I'm ready to get my freak on.”

Kyle seemed to show an expression of relief and consideration as he thought about the whole idea of anonymity. It wasn't exactly an immediate yes, but there was an opening. “What's got you thinking about this?" 

I didn't really have a straight answer, I just shrugged my shoulder, "I'm not sure… I used to do things like this when I was in college, I miss those days… and I saw this and I just thought of you… and me… two people that look like they have boring lives, giving into this… exploring something new, enjoying everything." 

“Do you really think we have boring lives?" He asked, his voice almost a little sad. 

I shook my head vehemently, “no, no… I said ‘people that look like they are boring lives…’ emphasis on the word ‘look.’” I put my hand on his arm, "we have an incredible sexual life, hell look what we did after dinner…” “So this is nostalgia?”I waited for him to smile that knowing smile before I continued, "Close, I think that poster just brought me back to a nostalgic point… I awkwardly cherish some of those moments… and I really want to share with you some of the experiences I used to have… not entirely unlike when we watch movies together… like that time you had me watch ‘Speed Racer…’’ and then I had you watch ‘The Lake House.’”

He took my hands into his, “I'm not sure if this is something I'm really looking forward to doing, but it would make you happy, we can definitely talk about it…" 

I smiled widely at him at least giving me that, “well, the theme is femdom. And I think we both know that I can play the mistress part very well… I can be the evil and cruel dominatrix, and you can be my very obedient and sexy slave." 

He was thinking about it, I think he was actually starting to get into it. “You'll put a collar and everything on me?” he said almost teasingly himself. 

“I'll even use a leash, and I can walk you around the room. You know… introduce you as my slave.”

"I could do that… and you said you think that our costumes would hide our identity?" He asked, with a genuine concern in his voice.

I knew this one had more to do with his professional life than anything else. He was a businessman, he was important in his company and having his identity exposed could burn some important bridges… "of course… in fact, I'll even do my own makeup, get an outrageous wig, and they won't even know who I am.” not adding that no one would notice his wife either.

He pressed his lips together tightly, almost into a very thin line… he took a deep breath, "okay, I'm in… but only if you can convince me that by the time we are ready to leave the house… that I won't even be able to recognize myself." 

He offered his hand a shake as if it were a deal, I took his hand and shook it gently. “Done…" I picked up the tablet again and showed him the screen once more, “by the way, the theme is forced feminization… you're going to be the slave girl.” his mouth dropped open, and then I corrected myself, “my slave girl." 

Chapter 2: Full immersion.

After I said ‘slave girl,’ we went back and forth a little bit more, but ultimately he had agreed. And he wasn't going to just give up so easily, and finally after I said, ‘be my girl, for just one night…’ and he relented. 

However, as one can only imagine, you can't just decide to be a girl, there would have to be practice. And that was going to take a little while. At least 2 weeks for what I wanted to do. We had a couple of days of relative peace and quiet, since I had to order a few things. As fun as this should have been, I unfortunately didn't have everything I needed.

Monday night he came home, He walked into the kitchen wearing his nice little suit, his tie had been slightly loosened, his briefcase was dangling from his fingers, and there was no dinner on the table. Instead, I had everything and spread out just for his initial change. “What's this?"

"You agreed to be my slave girl for that night, but we have less than 2 weeks to get you ready for it. I thought about how I would help you train, part of me thought it would be fun if we could set goals… we could start you with something simple, like applying makeup or something else and build you up one day at a time… then I thought maybe that wouldn't be enough, so I thought about getting a chastity cage, and agree to only let you out when you hit milestones… but ultimately, the best way really has to be full immersion.

He was pronabably stuck on chastity, he looked like he was ready to start arguing, his mouth even hung open as if he were internally debating on that first word of that first argument... But he did not. His shoulder slagged slightly, he put his briefcase down, “can we do this after dinner?"

"Nope.” I said very abruptly, one might almost think I expected that argument "I have a plan for your training while I am cooking."So you need to get you transformed before we do anything else.”

I don't think he could look any more defeated, it wouldn't be that bad, "what do I have to do?” He asked in a resigned voice. 

I'm going to close all the shades to give you some modesty… you are going to get naked, up to you if you want to take a shower before we get started." 

He took a shower, and 15 minutes later we were back in the kitchen, with just a pink towel around his waist, “why is there only pink towels in the bathroom?" 

"Full immersion, remember?” He finally laughed. And the best part was he hadn't even seen the bedroom, pink sheets, pink blanket, pink comforter, and pink curtains… full immersion. 

I pulled out a nude colored waist cincher. It was basically a nicer version of a corset, lots of straps, he was going to help before we went to the next stage. I wrapped it around his waist, he complained that it felt a little snug… I made it even tighter. 

I opened up a big white box, inside was a bodysuit made of silicon, to the side was a talcum powder… “What the heck is that?" He asked, almost a little fearful. 

"What does it look like?”

“It looks like a skin suit." 

“You win." I was about to reach for it when he started arguing. It went back and forth for a few minutes, but I was going to win this one, we both knew it. But finally he said one thing, “if I have to wear one of these, so do you." 

I paused for a moment, "agreed." I thought about it for a second and then added, "before we go to bed tonight, I'll send your phone a link to the website and you can pick one out for me.”

“Then we have an agreement." He said, as he said it, I started to roll up the legs, I had him sit down and slide his legs one at a time into it, and slowly rolled the legs down his own legs, and took me awhile to straighten it out a bit and get out the air pockets. Then we got it around his butt, and then slid his penis into a little pouch so he'd be able to go pee later. One piece at a time we went up further and further… We had a little trouble with his arms, and then we're able to get his head into the hole for his neck.  From his wrist and ankles all the way up to his neck, he was now a woman. There was plenty of padding on the hips and ass, the waist cincher had made his waist nice and small so it gave him more of an hourglass figure than most women. His breasts were very large, double-F cups and the collar part went right up giving him a very feminine and defined neck. We walked over to one of the full length mirrors, and I got to watch him staring in shock.

“Girl from the neck down." I told him with a little playful edge in my tone.

"I'm terrified because I didn't think that would even be remotely possible.” his voice a little uncertain. 

“No faith in your wife?" 

"Let's not go there, I'm not going to win that one… one way or the other,” we both laughed. 

That day the clothes would be simple, yoga pants and a sports bra, both were black. I handed them to him, along with a pair of black panties. He put the panties on first, covered his vagina, and then he pulled the pants up. I don't think he was used to the Capri style since they only went about halfway down his calves. Then he put his hands and arms through the holes of the sports bra, then stuck his head in and pulled them up, and once they're properly adjusted, he had a decent amount of cleavage thanks to the V-neck cut of the sports bra. 

We went up to the bedroom, we were going to do his makeup, and I needed all the tools I had. He wasn't ready for that. It took us almost 45 minutes, and I wouldn't let him look in the mirror while I did it. But when we were done, I told him very simply, “tomorrow you're going to have to learn how to do that yourself." 

He stared at himself in the mirror, " damn… I do look very effeminate that way, not quite a woman… but damn effeminate.” I came up behind him and put his wig on, it framed his face in all the right ways, even covered most of his forehead, and settled just off his shoulders… he stared at the image in front of him, it was a woman, “I'm just going to shut up now."

I giggled, “probably best." I handed him a little white case, there were contact lenses, he already wore contacts once in a while so he knew how to put them on. But they changed the color of his eyes to pink. 

He watched as I strapped on a pair of high heels onto myself, and then led him back to the kitchen where all his feminine things were. 

I had him sit in the chair while I put his high heels on his feet, and then use the little padlocks that came with them and locked them in place.  I took the keys and put it around a chain that dangled between my breasts. He had no idea that when we go to the event, if anyone saw these keys they will likely think it's for a chastity belt, not his shoes. 

He didn't have his ears pierced, so I had some clip-ons for him. They started with little tiny earrings that barely fit around his ears without poking at his earlobe, three on each ear. I gave him a couple of feminine bracelets, I gave him a couple of feminine bracelets and a necklace whose pendant would dangle just over his cleavage.

I made him hold out his hands, while I applied little glue pads to each fingernail, and then applied fake nails. These weren't very sturdy, but they were going to get him used to having nails. I sprayed him with a feminine perfume, he would have to get used to smelling like flowers and other girly things. 

He had trouble walking in the heels, and he complained about how his feet were aching. He was going to have to get used to that. We made it to the living room where he saw that I had brought the treadmill up from the basement. I demonstrated how to walk, I made sure he was observing how my hands were, how my arms flowed, how I expected each step to cross in front of the other in a very sexy way that made my ass a temptation for him… 

Using a riding crop, I made him walk while holding one of my hands… he walked circles around me and I would strike him with the riding crop whenever he was doing it wrong. Soon he was doing just fine.  That's when I put him on top of the treadmill, and made him walk… and walk… and walk.  That’s when I want to make dinner, leaving him alone for an hour… And you bet your ass I made him get back on it after dinner.

When he finally had it perfect, and he seemed to normalize walking like that,  we started going up and down stairs, we started dancing… slow dancing admittedly, more intense stuff would come later. And before we went to bed that night, I sent him the link so that he could order me a bodysuit.

The next day was a lot of the mannerisms. How a girl should sit if she's wearing a skirt… yep, I made him wear a skirt. Learning how to do body language when standing, sitting, walking… how to hold your posture properly, cover your mouth when you're laughing or eating… how to be careful about getting lipstick all over everything. Typically I was using a fast drying lipstick, but for this test I made sure I used an older style lipstick. I taught her how to play with her wig, technically how a girl will be playing with her hair, how to maintain it… things to check for socially…

The next day was all about makeup, put it on… take it off… put it on… take it off. Over and over again for almost 2 hours, and then we started getting into the details. Contouring, following YouTube videos. Even after that first night I made sure he spent an hour every night trying new looks and techniques. And everyday after he was doing it on his own.  I was impressed at how quickly he did it.

Everyday he spent time working on his voice, we found a feminine such as voice lessons on YouTube that he could emulate… and he would spend hours trying to repeat phrases and quotes until he started talking and sounding like a girl on his own. 

At the end of the week, I put him into a dress and we went out for dinner. ‘She’ had to order her own food, ‘she’ did. ‘She’ was light with what she ate not eating her all meals ‘he’ normally would have…

By the end of the night she was no longer my husband in my eyes, she was my wife for all intents and purposes. Sunday would begin the slave training….

Chapter 3. Slave Training

Sunday we woke up early. However, we did not get out of bed early. We had sex, and I wanted him to not be charged by his own sexual thrill, I wanted this to be motivated by his own dedication. 

I got up first, and he followed me down 20 minutes later. I already had a cup of coffee on the table. It was his turn to cook breakfast, while he was doing that I showered and got ready… 

I walked into the kitchen to eat breakfast, and his jaw almost dropped. I was wearing an equestrian style show jacket, it was made of latex and had a high neck collar, it was black with gold buttons going from the top… I had a red pair of latex pants with a thigh high black boot that matched the jacket. My hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, with bangs almost to my eyes. I had fun il with this look, and this outfit was for our Saturday night adventure, but when I agreed to wearing a bodysuit like him, I knew it probably wouldn't fit for that purpose… so I just had to get some use out of it before that.

“You look good." he said.

"Of course, I do.” I said it very confidently, but I could only hold that for a few seconds before I smiled and gave him a wink to let him know I appreciated the compliment. 

Surprisingly, we ate most of our breakfast fairly normally with no talk of anything sexual, those eyes did seem to linger on my outfit a bit. When we were done eating, I told him to go take a shower, and transform himself, but to stay naked in the body suit. 

He left the room, I took off my jacket and gloves because it was time to do the dishes. By the time he came down I was sitting in front of the television watching an old episode of my favorite show about an asshole chef who liked to go around from restaurant to restaurant, trying to make them viable again. To be clear, I'm not saying that's my favorite show, it's my favorite show about an asshole chef, as there are quite a few of those shows these days on streaming.

I heard the noise from the stairs and looked up to see my lovely wife walking down one step after another. I ran a finger over her lips and checked my fingers, as of this morning we were getting her off the cheap lipstick, she learned how to use her lips the right away… the new one I told her to try was better as once it settled, would not transfer from her… it was a bright pink, more of a fuchsia color with some blue undertones, and it was shiny… Her lips were just as bright as her pink eyes, possibly brighter. I kissed her, “good girl." 

I handed her a piece of paper, "today we begin your slave training. And the first thing we're going to do is work on your subspace trigger.”

"Like… hypnosis?" She asked.

“No, more like repetition, and embracing it.”

She really had nothing else to say, jast an, “alright." I gave her a minute as she read it, it was a list of phrases…

‘This slave is property. 

This slave obeys her mistress. 

This slave loves to obey. 

This slave is always horny. 

This slave craves to be used.

This slave is a sex object.

This slave is made for play.

This slave makes Mistress happy.

This slave likes to be touched. 

This slave likes to be seen.’

She looked at it, "I'm not sure I understand.” And then she looked up at me, our eyes met, “...and what about this, ‘this slave’ stuff?”

“We'll get to the ‘this slave’ stuff in a little bit. But for right now, whenever I say, ‘down on your knees,’ you will drop to his knees. And you'll repeat this out loud unless I tell you otherwise. It'll help you get into your subspace." I explained. 

“Just drop to my knees?" He asked. 

"Not just… let's demonstrate, why don't you get down on your knees.” And she lowered herself down onto her knees. At that point, I spread her legs wide open, then had her kneel up a bit, hold her right wrist in her left fingers, back straight, shoulders back, chest out with hier ass lifted just a few inches over her feet so that his legs would get a workout. 

I held the paper in front of her face, "say your mantra.”

She repeated the 10 sentences. And I let her get up.  And I had her repeat it again, and again… and again, and soon I made her close her eyes. We kept repeating it over and over until she could start doing it with her eyes closed without paper.

Once I was satisfied, it was time to move on to the next topic. "You've done well. I really am proud of you hun. But to help you embrace this, we're going to discuss your new name, when you are my slave girl you are going to be Odette. Odette, the obedient. So if someone were to ask you who you are, you will answer: ‘ I am Odette, the obedient, but you may call me Odette.’ try it out.”

She nodded her head, "my name is Odette the obedient, but you may call me Odette.”

I clapped my hands, “wonderful." I paused for just a second, "down on your knees.”

She dropped to her knees, spread her legs, hands behind her back, chest forward, back straight, head and neck lined up in a perfect posture, her ass dangling just inches over her feet, "This slave is property. This slave obeys her mistress. This slave loves to obey. This slave is always horny. This slave craves to be used. This slave is a sex object. This slave is made for play. This slave makes Mistress happy. This slave likes to be touched. This slave likes to be seen."

I smiled as Odette was getting it just perfectly. “You are doing so well, but it's time to talk about a safe word." I didn't need to explain what a safe word was to her, she and I played in BDSM when she was my husband. 'He’ knew that sometimes the word ‘no’ could make things hotter, and sometimes you needed a quick way out… “It will be ‘casserole.’ Odette will always be agreeable, just like in your mantra. But you have a safe word if you are doing something that you don't like. I will punish you for using the word ‘no’ because Odette would never say that. Are we clear?

“I get you." She said eagerly. 

"I think you meant to say, ‘yes, mistress.’" 

She shook her head in the negative and then added, “you haven't commanded me to call you mistress yet. I figured if I answered that way you'd let me know."

“That's fair, Brat. You are to call me ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress B from now on." I said with a little bit of amusement at the way she strategized that. 

"Yes, Mistress.” It was a slight pause, “may I ask what the ‘B’ stands for?" 

"You may.” Her mouth dropped slightly and her eyes rolled a bit, but she fixed herself when I gave her a harsh look, “Mistress, what does the ‘B’ stand for?" 

“I haven’t 100% decided yet. It's either going to be bitch or butt-fucker… I'll let you know.” I had a wide grin on my face when I said it… her eyes went wide at the response. But she hadn't spoken her safe word yet.She simply stared at me as if she didn’t know who I was anymore.“Which brings us to the ‘this slave’ thing.  From now in, there are no more ‘i’s’ In place of yourself, you will always refer to yourself in the third person as ‘this slave.’  Go ahead, try it.”She looked at me sternly, “What if this slave screws up by accident?”“She will be punished, and she will be corrected hard enough where she will not screw it up after just a few corrections.” The silence that followed told me that it was time to get her dressed.

Inside the guest room, I had already arranged the closet to have some outfits for her. These weren't going to be like the yoga pants and sports bra I had her wearing the previous week. These were finished clothes. These were intended to make a girl shine… literally. Some of these were rubber and latex, A few were even polyvinyl chloride, or PVC to most…

I started putting a shiny rubber corset around her, I hadn't even really started tying it when she started with, “you know… mistress… This slave is wearing that waist cincher under the bodysuit.”

I smirked but it was almost a shame that she couldn't see it on my face since I was behind her, "think of it as double dipping to make it more effective." 

She didn't really have a response, but then again within seconds I had her bent over the bed while I was tightening the laces, cinching her waist down further and further, giving her that waspish appearance. I had thought about getting one that had a demi cup, that way it would cover her breasts and she could wear that by itself in public, but I changed my mind.

Instead she would don a black vinyl bikini set, a top and bottom that did not leave much to the imagination. There was this vintage style floral top, it was very lazy and delicate, it was mostly a pair of sleeves with connecting cloth to her neck, I covered a little bit of her back almost to her shoulder blades, and on the front it only went down to above her collarbone. A micro mini skirt also made of black vinyl adorned her waist. Fishnet stockings decorated her legs, which ended in shiny black high heels that stretched her feet to their limits. She wore little fingerless gloves that matched her sleeves. Her fingernails matched her lipstick. 

And we were just about ready to begin. One of the nice things about the bodysuit, is that it had a functional vagina and butthole… it meant that she could do her bodily business without having to remove it. Tonight the important part was going to be her butt.

“Down on your knees." She assumed the position, and she recited her mantra… on the nighttable right in front of her, I placed a butt plug, I watched her eyes carefully as I held the base down to the nightstand with my fingers, and then used my other hand to start dripping lubricant on it… I put down the bottle and started using my hand to start coating it there… 

I was careful about what I was doing, I wasn't sure if she was going to use her safe word or not. I pushed her down onto her hands and pulled down the back of her skirt and thong, exposing her butthole… "just relax, Odette.” I can see her white wig bob up and down a couple of times as if she was trying. And then I started sliding it in, pulled it out, pushed it back in, until it finally went past the bulge and locked right into the base… I pulled her thong back up, and then her skirt. 

"Tell me that you like that.” I told her.

“Ummm…”

"And to be clear, I didn't ask you if you liked that… I told you to tell me that you like that." 

There was a briefest hesitation, “This slave likes that." 

"Likes what?” 

“Having this slave’s butt plugged… Mistress.”

And finally to make her uniform complete, a thick metal collar walked around her neck. And to finish that I said, "down on your knees.” and as she was getting used to it, she dropped to her knees, assumed a position… and spoke her mantras.

We discussed a little bit about female-led relationships, and we're going to use that as a basis despite the fact that while she was taking the role of Odette, we were both women… which almost took away from the need for an FLR. But it was a very strict 100% power exchange. All decisions went to me, and she had no veto power beyond her safe word. She agreed.  

We spent hours doing some of the basics, getting her used to just accepting my word. ‘Get me a drink’ without so much as a please or thank you. Getting used to kneeling by my feet, embracing that we were not equals. When I sat down to eat dinner, she was told to stand by my side until I was done. And then I put a plate on the floor afterwards for her to eat off of… with her hands locked behind her back. 

The next day I got home from work, and there was a package on the front door. Apparently my stuff came in. That was fine, it was my husband who picked them out a week earlier. By the time he came home from work, his suit on, his tie loosened, his briefcase dangling from his fingertips… he walked into the kitchen to see not his Raven haired wife with their blue streaks, perky breasts, and an easy going demeanor… instead, what he saw was a woman with bright red hair, fluorescent green eyes, breasts the size of her head, wearing a black latex catsuit, opera length gloves, thigh-high -heeled boots… with a loose-fitting belt around her waist that seem to have one purpose, to find a place to use her a riding crop.

“Jenny?"

I didn't answer, instead, I looked him in the eye with my most malevolent smile, "why the fuck are you still standing there… Get Odette ready” I was going to be embracing a whole new personality myself. He scampered off to the bathroom to shower… When Odette appeared before me, I started with, “down on your knees.” she complied, and did what she was supposed to… said what she was supposed to. 

Every night that week, we focused on the basics, but spent a couple hours on something special… Monday we were doing leash training, I locked a leash on her collar and walked her around. Told her which kind of tugs meant what, when to stop, when to slow down. Some of this meant I would lead her in which I would be in front of her guiding her by having my thumb almost at her throat, sometimes it was with me walking ahead of her… sometimes it was with me behind her. 

Tuesday night it was about following instructions, And learning how to be guided completely by verbal instruction… Yes, this meant that she was blindfolded. She had to learn how to walk when I told her to, how fast to go… how to trust. When she trusted me, she didn't bang her knees into any coffee tables, when she didn't, well… There were lessons to learn.

Wednesday we discussed positions. Her ‘down on your knees’ position was number one. She learned four more. Number two included a position with her ass up in the air, her legs spread, her arms behind her back, And her face on the ground. Number three was basically her and all fours with her ass facing the person… me… who told her to assume the position.  Number four was her holding her elbows in front of her, under her breasts while lifting them… which was forcing a deeper cleavage.  Number five was her with her legs spread wide, standing, arms behind her back, shoulders back, chest forward. The night did not end until she knew all the positions, and could get into them on command. 

Thursday focused on punishment. How she would take punishment, and accept it. The protocol for thanking her mistress, and always asking for more even if she didn't require it. 

Friday focused on bondage, she learned how to be restrained, how to relax herself… she learned the positions she could be restrained into, and was learning to enjoy being left immobile in uncomfortable positions for stretches of time. 

And of course every single night, there was plenty of practice for, “down on your knees." It was spoken almost once an hour. Every single night, by the third night it was making her very horny just to say it… to comply… to embrace the role of Odette. 

And then Saturday came, and that night would be the party…

Chapter 4 

Saturday had finally come. I let her dress as she wanted to, but she did have to be dressed as a girl. It was after dinner that we started to get ready for the party. 

We actually dressed mostly identical, we both had our fake bodysuits to give us accentuated curves and over the top breasts. Truthfully, I was getting kind of excited to wear them myself. I could also tell that Odette was getting excited too, she was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit. 

We wore similar black catsuits, they went from ankle to wrist, they left our backs open, and had a v-cut in the front to show off on our cleavage.  I didn't make her put on the fake nails, instead. We both wore Opera length gloves that had built-in metal nail rings. They essentially nail rings for the tips of our fingers built into the gloves that had metal protrusions that made it look like we had claws. We also had thigh-high high heel boots. And on the outside of our catsuits, we had corsets locked under our breasts and tied very tightly. She wore her white wig, and I wore my red one. I had green eyeshadow, and she had a lavender colored eyeshadow. My lips were a dark red, something of a Crimson color. Hers were a bright red, very vibrant like a cherry red Ferrari… because I definitely wanted to take her lips for a ride. 

But the real difference came in our collars. Mine was a simple black choker with the word ‘Mistress’ written across it. 

She on the other hand had a very thick silver collar, it had a D-ring on it, and the word ‘’ slave written on both sides of the D-ring. My left wrist had a smartwatch, my right waist had a cuff with a D-ring. She had a nice long leash hanging down between her breasts that were attached to her d-ring, and the other end of her leash ended with a carabiner. I could use a finger to lead her, or I could attach the carabiner from the end of her leash to my wrist's D-ring 

It gave me options. 

Around 9, we got in our car and drove into the city, and it took us little while to find ourselves a parking spot. I wore a black trench coat while she wore a beige one, but when we arrived at the club we made our way up the stairs. She paid for our entrance fee… turned in our coats to the coat check, and then we entered the club. 

The club was a mix of everything I expected, and everything I did not. There was a dance floor, there were lights that seemed to change colors, there was a smoke machine to make it look a little bit more eerie. But once you got away from the dance floor, there was almost a dining area, plenty of chairs, I didn't see much for food, but there were plenty of drinks. Both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. I had water, while Odette had a Dr. Pepper. 

We mingled a bit, and as we did, people noticed that we had her leash attached to my wrist cuff. I don't think the people we interacted with were used to such a thing, they're used to seeing cuffs like that on subs, I was not a sub, but I think they like the effect of my sub being connected to me without having to hold on to that lead. It was definitely a topic of conversation. 

We did make our way to the dance floor and that was something new for both of us. The leash became a tether between the two of us.

During one dance, it was supposed to be a slow dance, we should have had our hands around each other, but we didn't. She had both of her hands behind her back, I had my hand with the wrist restraint behind mine. My left hand held her leash in place between my fingers. Just an inch in front of her collar. We slowly swayed back and forth, my fingers guiding her leash as we slowly danced back and forth, as well as round and round. 

For a faster dance, I held her leash over my shoulder forcing her tits into my back, her jaw over my shoulder and I wiggled the front of her… vagina-not-really.  She was getting into that song and dance really well. 

And then there was another song, we didn't exactly know how to dance to it… apparently no one else did either as this was the song that the dance floor was the least populated for, but we made it fun. We would do a little twirl as she pulled away from me until the line went taut… and then I would tap my foot, in rhythm with my hand that was slowly pulling her in one step and handful and its time. Then I would pull her down so that we're both bent low toward each other, and I don't even know how she was able to predict my steps, but she almost got it perfectly as I would kick out my right foot to her left, and she would do the same to mine, and then swap to the other foot back and forth. We both just giggled the entire time.

We tried to do a few other things with the leash during dancing, some had more success than others… but those three were the ones that we would remember forever. Those were the ones we were going to do again, whether we came here, or did this in the living room. 

The party would go until 2 in the morning, and it wasn't even midnight when they announced a special presentation. I had told her about how places like this sometimes had locals put on a special show, ones that were planned ahead. 

However, the look on her face when the announcers said, “can we please have Mistress B and Odette come up to the stage." 

I immediately started walking to the stage, and then I felt a tug on my leash, I looked back, her mouth was open, she wasn't outright refusing, so much as in shock. I gave a double tug, come along, Odette.”

Her eyes blinked a couple of times rapidly as she had to snap herself out of it, she looked at me and not her head, "yes, Mistress.”

I couldn't help but beam at how obediently she said that last part. We slowly made our way onto the stage, I took the microphone, "hey Candelabra, how you all doing tonight?”

Everyone started cheering, “this is my submissive little slave, and she had no idea she was putting on a show for all of you tonight… Can I get a round of applause for her?" There was more applause, and if her makeup wasn't so thick, I'm sure she would be blushing. 

"So let me show you all what a good girl she is. The very first thing I ever taught her,” I handed her the microphone, I kept my lips near it… "down on your knees.”

She held the microphone in her hand, but she dropped to her knees and started speaking, "This slave is property. This slave obeys her mistress. This slave loves to obey. This slave is always horny. This slave craves to be used. This slave is a sex object. This slave is made for play. This slave makes Mistress happy. This slave likes to be touched. This slave likes to be seen."

More applause as I took the microphone from her hand, and watched it as she put her hand behind her back, fulfilling the true shape of her on her knees. I grabbed the back of her arm and pulled her up to her feet, “let's see if the audience can get you to say it…” I looked to the audience, “did everyone hear that, let's all say it together…" 

And there was a Harmony as the entire room spoke, “down on your knees!" 

And she dropped to her knees once again, this time I held the microphone to her lips that way both of her hands could go behind her back, and both of her shoulders were back, and her chest forward… "This slave is property. This slave obeys her mistress. This slave loves to obey. This slave is always horny. This slave craves to be used. This slave is a sex object. This slave is made for play. This slave makes Mistress happy. This slave likes to be touched. This slave likes to be seen."

“What a good girl you are!" And then I directed my attention to the audience, “ but do you think saying it is enough?”

I shook my head as if to say ‘no,’ then the audience called out, "no!”

And once again look at them watching us up on the stage, "should we make her demonstrate?" 

I nodded my head and affirmation, the audience called out "yes!”

“I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you… was that a ‘no?’”

The audience called out ‘yes,’’ even louder.

I only had one prop for this little presentation. A Large dildo.  “You are my property… was that the first line?”

"Yes, Mistress B!” She answered. 

I walked over to my single prop, and walked back to her, I showed her the faux-penis. "Are you my property?”

"Yes, Mistress B!”

I pressed a button on the penis, and a thick white liquid load burst across her chest. “It looks like you've been marked by me… you must be my property!" And once again there was applause at how she reacted. "What was the second mantra?”

"This slave obeys her mistress." 

"Good girl, they've all seen position one… assume position two now, slave!”

Everyone watched as she immediately dropped to her knees, put her hands behind her back, leaned forward onto her chest and face, her hands holding the other arms’ elbow, legs spread, and her ass up in the air waiting to be used… 

“This is what I like to call the ass up head down approach… she just knows it is number two." We spent several minutes going over the other positions, before bringing her back to her feet." 

“Tell us, slave Odette… what is your third mantra?" 

She smiled, "this slave loves to obey." 

"I think I'll need you to prove that… get your cute little ass over here and give your mistress a kiss.”

There was a wide smile on her face as she walked over to me, and kissed me… her hands pulling from behind her back, and up my waist, while the other came behind my head… there was tongue.”

I didn't even have to say anything, the crowd was already cheering her on. But I still added a little something, “I think she loves to obey me." There was a slight pause before I added, “tell them your fourth mantra again.” 

"This slave is always horny." She said without the slightest hesitation, one might almost think that she was waiting for me to ask her to say it.

"Position 5.” she had already demonstrated this one, but it was perfect for this test. Her arms behind her back, standing straight, head slightly too back, with just forward, shoulders back… legs spread wide.  Although I held one hand with the microphone, my other one started exploring her body. Teasing her… I may have been tormenting her, just a little bit. Making her squirm while doing her best the whole her position, but even I knew there were limits to this.”

We were being cheered once again, I didn't get to ask the question, the noises she made, the way her body would twitch at the slightest gesture… some look at it as a failure of her training, but as far as that was concerned, this was a success. 

“What is your fifth mantra, pet?" And so the last one on… to prove she craved to be, she used her filthiest language to try and entice me into using her…

When she said she was a sex object, I had her on position 3, which was her on our hands and knees, and then I sat on her ass like she was a chair, crossed my legs… and told the audience that she had been objected, their reaction told me that they agreed.

When she was told that no, she needed to prove that she enjoyed playing, she was put in position four and… well I probably shouldn't tell you about that one, it might be a little too risque for you. 

She was told to make Mistress happy, and run on the stage in front of everyone. She gave me a massage… and kissed me on the top of my head… I was happy. The crowd's reaction wasn't quite as intense as the rest, but they showed approval.

When she was told to prove that she liked to be touched, she was given free rein. And she started rubbing up on me like a chihuahua on cowboy a boot… her breasts were pressing themselves to my arm, she giggled, let one of her legs roam up mine… more like she was in heat than wanting to touch, but she proved her point. 

When she was told to prove that she liked being seen, she walked to the edge of the stage, and started adjusting her breast. Showing off her cleavage, she looked like her tits were about to spill out…

Chapter 5 

“Thank you everyone!” I spoke into the microphone as I took a grip on Odette's leash.  With a simple tug she was right by my side, obedient and ready to follow whereever I led. I simply led her to the stairs and we walked down off the stage.

The crowd was eager to meet us. People shook our hands, gave us hugs, and a lot of people were giving us compliments. I got some compliments for how well I trained her. She got some compliments for how well she performed. It didn't take a lot to realize that we were just eye candy for a lot of others, though. 

I'm not sure how that affected her at that time. But she had a smile on her face, she was a good little slave girl.

A few people approached us, and we were given phone numbers, emails, socials, etc. There were a lot of different types of offers. Someone more sexual in nature, those ones were the least appealing to us since we were a married couple and we only had eyes for one another. 

There were others that were interested in knowing our training regiment. They wanted to know how long it took for me to train her to be that obedient, that it only took a couple of weeks. Others wondered if we were willing to document it for their use. 

Others wanted to meet. Sometimes for private dinners, looking for vanilla friends that had kinky alternative lives. That was entirely plausible. Or even do munches at restaurants and such. Again, we were open to that…

And then there were the ones that just wanted to know if we had profiles on places like FetLife. 

Our answers were non-committal, I honestly didn't know how she felt. I asked her for one night; she gave me one night. We would have to talk later about whether or not she wanted to do it again, whether she was willing or not… or if she wanted to do it again, or not… Three loaded questions there.

But there was a heat building between my legs, and I wanted that satiated… I wanted to leave, I wanted to have my way with my slave girl. 

Just before we were about to leave, they ain't announced another show. And there was a man, and woman, they were both wearing black rubber costumes. And they weren't there for the costumes as they had several lengths of rope… and the woman started to tie up the man…

Both of us hesitated as we watched… It was fun to see the woman's techniques, it was making me hornier… despite the fact that I knew I could do ropes better than that woman could… despite the fact that I knew that my husband could do ropes better than that woman… she gave possibilities… I just wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet. Actually, I didn't have that kind of patience that night. I was horny.

It was time to leave. 

We went and found our coats, we quickly  put them on and held hands as we walked back to the car. I drove and she sat in the passenger side. Her legs were crossed like I had taught her, like I had drilled into her to make it a habit.  

Less than an hour later we were pulling into the driveway. Into the garage… and into the kitchen.  As we closed the door behind us, I pulled her coat off, and threw mine on top of hers as tnhey slid across the kitchen table. I pressed her to the wall and kissed her. “I am so fucking horny right now." 

She nodded her head, "me too.”

I grabbed her by her upper arm and walked her up the stairs quickly, noting that she had gotten very good at going upstairs in those heels.  Before she knew it, she was on the floor sitting against the bed, her head looking up at me…

“Lick my fucking pussy, Slave!”She looked up at me, a smile on her face, “Don’t you want to take off-”“Now!” I demanded…  I pushed her back against the bed, her head pressed against the bed, tipped it back slightly, as I lifted one leg over her shoulder… one stayed on the floor as I pressed my shiny-covered mound against her makeup-covered face… More pressure! I pressed my crotch into her face..  “Lick it…”  All the sensation was numbed a bit. All sensation was present, but muted and there was a heat to that as well…  I could feel everything she did, but it wasn’t as clear or precise as if I were naked.  But the thrill was building in me… The power I had over her, she was my fucking slave.  She would do whatever I told her… And seconds turned to minutes… I could feel our breaths both getting heavier.  My orgasm building, her arousal enflamed, but that’s not what I wanted… yet…

I pulled her up onto the bed, and made sure she was laying across it.  I opened up the night table, and pulled out a pair of scissors. Carefully I slit a small triangle and freed my pussy… and then I did the same to her… 

I had planned this, but I had no idea how desperate I was going to be when I planned everything… …And shit, I left that one dildo on the stage at the club…  I reached in and pulled a small vibrator, no bigger than the size of a tube of lipstick… that silicone bodysuit that covered her body, it had its own little pussy, and I slid the vibrator right into it through the triangle I cut in that catsuit… slid right along and the penis hidden below…

Her eyes immediately rolled. I loved that look on her face.

Then her eyes were focused on the next thing I pulled out, the strap on harness, with a dildo. 

She didn't say no… she didn't say her safe word, but she looked nervous… until I started to secure it around her waist. I knew the harness would press the vibrator even deeper onto her penis, and then I got on top of her…. I held the base of the fake cock with my hand as a lowered myself onto it slowly… pushed down, lifted up… pushed down… lifted up… until it was fully slickened, and I was fully impaled… I felt good to be this full, when I was that horny… looking down at the person I love the most in this world…

I took a hold of her tits, and I started riding… knowing that the vibrator was doing things to her as much as my bouncing was, knowing that the harness was squeezing it even tighter… knowing that every bounce or shift I did on this cock was not only giving me pleasure… but was intensifying her own.

Both of our big fake titties were bouncing as I rode her cowgirl style… My tits bouncing in the air… hers gripped tightly and flowing with my body. I could feel my own orgasm approaching, I was holding it back. This would be one of those moments where we came together, I had control of myself… and it was building… and building…

Our moans and screams danced in our ears.

And then the warning came, “Mistress… I'm gonna, cum… I don't think I can hold it back.”

"Good girl!” I told her as I let the gateway to my own orgasm open…. I felt the pressure between my legs, the knot in my core seeming let go, and as it opened, an orgasm radiated outwards through my whole body… oh, I was coming so fucking hard…

And then we just laid there, our fake tits pressed against each other… she was still half inside me… well, the dildo from the strap-on was… it took several minutes before I had the energy to finally get up, and off…

And then I finally got up, and got a nice warm wash cloth, and helped to clean her up… and unfortunately that meant taking off the Odette suit.  My husband was back, not that I wasn't happy to see him… but after the last few hours, I was kind of sad to see Odette go. 

Epilogue: 

Work was a bitch. I had to stay late to finish some things up. And of course I usually got out earlier than Kyle, but this time he got out early and I had to stay late. So that meant there was 4 hours that we could have been snuggling up and having fun, and instead he was probably home playing video games while I was still at work. 

Sigh…

I texted him and asked him what he wanted for dinner, he suggested that I bring home some takeout. I called in an order for Chinese food, I could always eat that, but I was kind of annoyed that he got home 4 hours earlier than me, and he didn't want to make dinner. 

I stepped in through the kitchen door, dropped off the Chinese food on the kitchen counter.  I turned and was caught off guard by what I was seeing…

It was Odette, but not Odette. She was definitely wearing the same body suit, the same large tits… but her makeup was darker, the smile was almost malevolent… she wasn't wearing the collar either, she was wearing a choker, like I did when I was the mistress. And then I saw it, dangling from her fingers, what looked like metal panties… and a familiar silver collar sitting on kitchen table…

A chastity belt that seemed to have two phallic protrusions in the middle, and a collar… for me?

I felt a smile curl up on my lips… I mean, I did tell you at the beginning of the story that sometimes he took control, and sometimes I did… you did remember that right? 

The End.

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