Vanity Collars

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Mistress Dyvia presents:

Vanity Collars

By: Mistress DyviaChapter 1Colin

I placed the glass into the sink, ran some fresh water onto it and took a step away just in time to hear my wife call it to me, “Colin! Come in here! You have to see this.”

I looked at the door in her direction, I shrugged my left shoulder. I got up and I walked over to see what she had. As I entered the dining room, she was sitting at the dining room table, her tablet was set up like a laptop, and I walked up behind her. I gave her a quick kiss on the neck and looked at what she had on the screen. “What's up, Shayna?" They were collars. Not the kind for pets, they were the kind that people wore. Like kinky stuff. “What am I looking at?" 

"Their magical kinky vanity collars!” She said with such enthusiasm.

“Magical?" My first word was skeptical to say the least, and then I repeated the rest of her words, " kinky vanity collars?”

I knew my wife believed in that Wiccan stuff, but I didn't. She believed in little spells and love potions and all that stuff. Again, I didn't. I already loved her with all my heart, if she wanted to perform a love spell on me, I don't think it would matter whether it worked or not, I loved her already. But I indulged Her sometimes. 

She nodded eagerly, “yeah, they are callers that we can wear, and they're supposed to change us to make sure that we follow the rules. We can have whatever we want printed on them." 

I had one hand on the back of a chair, while my other hand was holding my weight on the table, and I leaned in closer over my wife's beautiful shoulder. I don't think ‘print’ was quite the right word, it looked like the words were embedded into the colors with letters that were glued or somehow drilled into the collar. "And what were you thinking?”

She had a wide smile as she looked up into my eyes, "well, we had been talking about finding some fun things to spice up sex. Maybe we can buy a few of these, and at night we can put them on each other, and play the roles." 

I didn't really give him much thought, I just readily agreed. "All right hun. We can give it a try, it might be a lot of fun!” I kiss the top of her head.

“Yay!" She exclaimed, and then added a little subtly, “since these ones are magical, they do require a lock of our hair and for us to send via snail mail." 

I had to struggle not to roll my eyes, she knew I felt about that magical stuff. But I agreed. And then promptly forgot about it for about 2 weeks.

I finished washing the dishes, we had a rule, whoever cooked, the other cleaned. She cooked that night, and when I walked into the living room she had a box sitting on the coffee table. "They came in!”

"What did?” I asked.

She giggled, “ the magical vanity collars."

I'm sure that I must have looked confused for a moment, but then my eyes wide as I remembered, "oh, right, I actually forgot about those.”

And then she laid them out in front of me. Five black collars, and five pink collars. The black ones were clearly from me, and the pink ones were clearly for her. My fingers played with the lettering on the first one, ‘Master’ while my eyes looked at the others, ‘bull,’ ‘pussy lover,’ ‘pet,’ and ‘himbo.’ I laughed a little, "I guess that covers a lot of our bases.”

"Yes, it does!" As she used her fingers to bring my attention to the five that she had, ‘slave,’ ‘dominatrix,’ ‘cumslut,’ ‘2 dollar Ho,’ and ‘nympho.’ “And these cover mine pretty well!" 

She then reached down between my legs and gave a gentle squeeze, “want to give them a try?" 

How could I say no to that? "Sure… which ones do you want to try first?”

She handed me the master caller first… and then she picked up and showed me this slave collar. “I put an outfit in the downstairs bathroom for you. And I put on something sexy in the upstairs bathroom for me… let's meet in the bedroom in say… 10 minutes?" 

A couple minutes, and a long passionate kiss later, I was in the downstairs bathroom. And apparently she bought me some new clothes, leather pants, leather boots… she picked out the underwear I already owned, and a black T-shirt. Okay I can do that. Never wore leather pants before. I guess she wanted me to look the part. I took my clothes off, and looked at myself in the mirror, I looked good, though moments like this… I kind of wish I made it to the gym more often. I picked up the collar, and put it around my neck. As soon as I felt the click something happened. My body seemed to get bigger. My muscle became more defined, fuck. I had a six pack… "holy shit…”

There were a million questions going through my head, but I wasn't ready for that. I felt like I wanted to ask some questions of Shayna before we had sex, but she was going to be waiting for me. I pulled the clothes on really quickly, and I really did look good in those clothes. 

I made my way up to the bedroom, and she was sitting on the bed, wearing that sexy black negligee she knows I love… looking a bit nervous herself… her body seemed more petite, her breasts a little bit larger. But as soon as our eyes made contact there was a flash. Literally, her eyes seemed to glow pink for a second and so did her collar… She belonged to me. And judging by the look in her eyes, she must have seen something like that in mine too…

I pointed to the ground in front of my feet, “slave, get your ass over here and on you on your knees." 

It was almost a look of shock on her face, but the only words I came from her mouth were, "Yes, Master.” And she scampered over and dropped to her knees. 

I freed my cock, she's going to bury it in those tight fucking holes… “lick my cock." 

"Yes, Master.” immediately I felt her tongue along my cock, in nice and slow, teasing…

I grabbed her hair in my fist and started moving our bed faster, “you will do better than that!” 

She didn't answer with words, but she started moving faster and more intensely, every lick was more potent and determined to get me nice and hard… and once it was I lifted her up to her feet by her hair and then walked her over to the bed and threw her across it, I pulled her back so there are legs were hanging down, I reached between her legs and felt the wetness, my slave was ready for me…

And this was fun… normally Shayna would never let me treat her like this, and yet, this was just the way she should always be treated… and then it occurred to me. This is not how I think or treat my wife…

“Stop.” Just enough of the real me to know what's going on, “take off your collar." 

And she complied…

Shayna

I thought Master was about to fuck me, and then he commanded me to stop… not that I was doing anything other than waiting for him to fuck me, but I froze in place… and then he commanded me to take my collar off. Being the good slave that I was, I reached up behind me and unlatched it.

And then everything went back to normal. My breasts seem to shrink down a bit, My body got a little bit wider, bigger… When I first put that collar on, I was not expecting to change my body shape. But my mind had stayed the same until I had made eye contact with colin. And then the slave part took completely over, once I was focused in on him. 

I turned around and looked at my husband, “wow, I didn't expect it to be like that…”

His cock was still hard, and my pussy was still wet. “Neither did I, but I was concerned. I would never normally treat you like that, I don't think you normally would have let me treat you like that. Before we continue it I wanted to make sure you were okay… both mentally and with continuing.”

I licked my lips for a moment, "as long as we're wearing the collars, I guess I'm okay with that.”

He shook his head, "there's no guessing… are you okay with the way I just treated you? Are you okay with the way you just behaved?” I pursed my lips for a moment and thought, “I think I'm okay with it, as long as we're wearing the collars. I don't want you getting any other ideas, unless we plan out a role-play later." 

He seemed to chuckle, "why would we need to plan out a role-play… if you just put these collars on that give us the role to play?*

I giggled as well, “Don't use logic on me!” I said with a little tease in my voice. 

I took the collar out of his hand and held it open, "be my master again?” 

He bowed down a little, as I reached around and put the collar on his neck, I watched as his body transformed. You must have gained about 6 in of height, and his muscles became so toned and defined. I thought briefly about the magic spell, it said with the lock of hair it would turn us into the best version of ourselves, I had no idea that that's what it meant… This was real magic. 

As his eyes settled on me, his eyes glowed white and for a second so did his collar, then the glowing faded, "Slave…” was his first word to me. 

I shook my head, I shook my head “not yet." As I held up the collar in my hand, and then held it out to him, "care to do the honors?”

He took it into his hand and turned me around, "you have no idea how much I'm restraining myself right now… a part of me that wants to impale myself in your tight little ass as I collar you.”

Ass? I never had anal sex. But I barely a second to think about that before I felt the click of the collar in place… there once again I felt the changes over my body, I think I lost a few inches, my hair lengthened, and my breast got bigger, my waist got tinier, my ass was more defined… my nails seem to lengthen… and as I looked my husband in the eyes, I suddenly knew that he was my master once again. "Master.”

“We need to invest in more sex toys and bondage equipment… but for now, put your hands behind your back, I want you to hold the opposite arm’s elbow in each arm, and don't let go unless I say otherwise." 

He was right, we needed more bondage stuff, ropes, gags, blindfolds, you name it… what all I said was “Yes master!” and folded my arms behind my back, making sure each of my elbows sat in the other arm's hand. 

Before I knew it he was laying me down, face first on the bed. My head was hanging over the edge, he simply grabbed a lock of my hair and pulled my head up, and they started sliding his cock into my mouth… it went in deep, so fucking deep, oh my mouth-fucking God, how fucking big was as cock?

I should have been gagging, but I wasn't… it was going right down my throat. That's why you laid me down like this to give a straight shot. And they started moving it back and forward… all the way in almost all the way out… start face fucking me right there, throat fucking me… it was making me so fucking wet.. I needed more… when I felt like he was about to cum, he stopped. 

Pulled me off the bed and turned me around… there's nothing gentle about him, I was just his sex toy, his fuck holes. He bent me over the bed, it's just like he had before, it felt it lined up with my pussy… and he was in, this time he was Jack- hammering me while one arm was wrapped around my hip, his hands stretched far to tease my clit… I felt like I was about to cum… and he hammered at me for minutes… I cried out in pleasure, told him I was about to cum… and then he stopped.

He spun me around and gripped his hand around my neck, “you cum when I tell you to cum." 

“Yes, master, I'm sorry.”

"Forgiven.” and he pulled me up onto the bed, my arms were still behind my back when suddenly I was up on my knees, my ass up, and he pushed my head down. And then I felt his cock at my asshole. He had never done that before. I didn't know how I felt about… he was in me… and it felt strange… a good strange. In and out… in and out.. faster harder… faster harder.. I could get used to that…

“Slave you're going to cum when I reach zero…” and as he fucked my ass while having a good grip upon my hips, I felt my orgasm build every second.. and when he reached zero, it's not only did I come, and hard with a screech… I felt his grunts as a warm sensation flooded my ass… he was cumming in me too…

Several minutes later we had both cooled down, and he had gone to the bathroom and brought back some warm towels for us. As ruthless as my master was during sex, he was very gentle at the aftercare. 

“Slave, I know the intention was for us just to fuck like this. But if you're alright with it, I want you to stay like this until the morning.”

He was right, the intention was for us to stay like this just while we had sex. But he wanted to make it a few more hours while we slept together? I was all right with that. I was kind of curious if my dreams would be different, but I think he had another idea and I said… “I'm alright with that." 

I was right, as he said, “good… because I have one more instruction for you." …and when he gave me that next command, I shivered with excitement and determination, “Yes Master!”

Chapter 2

Colin: 

It was unlikely that he would forget that morning for the rest of his life. He had awoken to a moistness around his manhood. When he looked down he saw his wife looking up with his cock impaled upon her mouth and a smile cracked around the sides of her lips… she met his eyes and continued… he'd told her that she was a good pet, which just doubled her efforts until he found himself spilling his seed in her mouth… When it was done she dropped to the floor, tilted her head back with her mouth open, and waited for him to tell her to swallow….

That was nearly a week ago. And 3 days ago, they had used another set of collars. He wore the himbo collar, while she wore the 2-Dollah-Ho. That was interesting… Yes, interesting was definitely the best word for it. 

He looked good, his hair was different, kind of somewhere between Chris Hemsworth, and one of the backstreet boys… in fact, he kind of acted that way too. He really found himself constantly looking in the mirror, and showing off his muscles. On the other hand, he was very different from that. She dressed somewhat sexually, but she showed no sexual behavior at all… at least not until…

Well no… he wasn't going to get himself thinking about that at the moment, he had other concerns. They decided they were going to try it again on Friday night, and now it was Friday night. She asked him what he wanted to try, and he was blatant, he wanted to try the bull and the cumslut. 

Shayna was receptive. She did pick the cumslut as one of the callers after all, a girl that just loved to suck dick was appealing to both of them. And then on his end, a man with near limitless stamina, and an aggressive demeanor was appealing to both of them yet again. So how could that go wrong at all? 

The problem started just a couple hours earlier, they were still cooking dinner together when she made a comment about what would happen if they wore each other's collars. At first he laughed it off, but then she decided to push it. And she dared him to go through with the same collar challenge, but while wearing each other's collars. 

They joked about it for a few minutes making wild guesses about what exactly would happen. Would he come off just kind of gay acting while being attracted to his wife? And what about her? Would she have a more masculine attitude while being unstoppable in bed? Or would it convert them to be appropriate? Would she still have that insatiable nature that a bull would have while demanding that he serviced her correctly? Would he be obsessed with her cum?

It was a weird conversation but the dare was still there. And he wasn't going to be the one to turn it down. 

So just like when he became the master… and the himbo. He took a collar, except this time it was pink… and he went to the bathroom, well. She took one of his and went to her bathroom. 

He wondered exactly how this was going to change his mind, he already had an idea in his head or what happened to his body, it always became the perfect version of himself. 

He took off his clothes, and stared into the mirror. Ready to watch himself. Transform prepared to watch his stomach become a tight six pack. He picked up the collar, wrapped it around his neck, and felt the click as the lock mechanism engaged. He pulled his finger down, and he saw the pink energy flow up for a second… and then…

His waist started to shrink. There was more to it though, he was actually shrinking in height as well, and his hair was getting longer. Much longer. Everything was changing in a strange way. His penis was actually getting smaller. It was a moment of panic, and… and… He was growing breasts? His fingers were becoming so dainty, his nails lengthening. He looked into the mirror, and the transformation was almost done. He wasn't a more masculine version of herself. He wasn't even a feminine version of himself. He looked like his wife! He looked like Shayna. 

He needed to see her. Maybe stop her. He ran out the door and started running up the steps, and as he ran into the bedroom, he saw him… not her… he saw a very masculine version of himself staring back. 

And as soon as they saw each other, he could see the flash of his eyes as they went briefly white just like his collar did… just as he suspected his own eyes and collar had turned pink like they had for her the other day…

And they were imprinted on each other. Colin looked at his wife, her husband? “I came to warn you… but I think it was too late.” 

The masculine voice of Shayna was surprisingly sexy to Colin, “it's okay, Colin.” There was a slight pause, as the bull’s body language was already aggressive. Almost domineering. “Let's just sit down for a minute and have a drink before we begin." 

She nodded her head… did she just think of herself as a woman? She did. "Okay… But I don't look like a Colin anymore, and you don't look like a Shayna.”

He laughed hard, that sounds about accurate, “you're Colleen, and I am Shane. You got that?" 

She nodded her head, “I'm Colleen. You're Shane. Got it." 

They walked to the kitchen, and Shane poured them both a drink. It was non-alcoholic, a glass of cranberry juice for Colleen, and a glass of orange juice for Shane.”

He drank first and smiled, and then Colin sipped from her cranberry juice. Except she looked at it with confusion. "It doesn't taste like anything. It has no flavor." 

This time it was Shane that seemed confused, “really? Here, try some of mine." They switched glasses, and Shane seemed to enjoy the cranberry juice… but Colleen tasted nothing. 

She opened up the refrigerator, removed a few things. She had a bite from their plate of brownies, she tried dipping her finger in a hot sauce, she opened up a cupboard and had a pretzel… "I awkwardly don't have a sense of taste at all.”

Shane looked confused, "I wonder…" 

“What do you wonder?” She asked. 

He simply smirked, and then he dropped his pants, and underwear. Colleen had barely been aware that she was naked. But suddenly seeing him naked changed things, she couldn't keep her eyes off of that big cock of his… that giant cum spurter. She shook her head trying to clear the thought…

"Grab it, besides, you had more experience at doing this than I have…" 

Colleen bit her lip, and stepped in closer, taking a grip of her husband's massive dong… she squeezed it, and needed it a bit. And then she slowly started to stroke it. 

“Stop," he said. And she did… "get on your knees.”

She dropped to her knees and saw the bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock, “ohhh." 

“You like the side of that don't you?." 

“I know I shouldn't, but I totally do." And without even thinking about it, she stretched her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. "It tastes good.”

Shane, let out a loud laugh, "just as I thought.” And he barely even had to move, Colleen as the wife… the former husband, was already taking more of his cock into her mouth.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before, every nerve ending in her lips and tongues were on electrified… every drop of pre-cum that touched her lips was an ambrosia where one drop was never enough, but she knew she could drink until her belly could take no more and it would to never be too much… She kept rubbing her tongue and lips over the massive phallus. She wanted more, she wanted it to cum for her…

She suddenly felt a grip in her hair, Shane was wrapping his fingers into her scalp, and pulled her head away from his cock as he jerked it harder and faster. And a moment later, the first splash across her face… and somehow the cum triggered an instant orgasm in herself. 

Shayna as Shane 

He watched as his wife took a load right across her face. The second second stream was splashing across her chest, but her body was convulsing. It took him a moment to realize exactly what was happening. She was cumming too.

Every time he jerked his cock, the spurt of cum sprayed across any part of her skin, she seemed to have another orgasm. He was actually getting a little jealous, he never came like that even with the other two collars. Nothing was about to slow himsdelf down, he was going to spray out every last fucking drop. 

Soon she was on the ground, still convulsing… still screaming in ecstasy, and begging for more. Shane had never seen a man come like this, not in ‘her’ limited experience, nor in any movies that she had watched with girlfriends or her husband… 

When it was over he sat on a chair and watched. He knew normally that he would have been concerned for his spouse, but somehow the attitude of the bull prevented him from being as concerned as he probably should have been.

He watched as his cumslut wife shook for several minutes as the waves of the orgasms subsided. And when it was over she looked up at him. And then she looked down at herself… Shane could tell that Colleen was getting turned on by the look of the cum all over her. And then she started playing with it…

He didn't even think she could stop herself, she started wiping it more across her chest and then licking it off of her fingers… squeezing her tits, and licking the cum off the tip of her own breasts. As a man, he found this surprisingly sexy.

“Slut… why the fuck are you cleaning yourself when you haven't even cleaned me off yet?” 

Colleen looked up at him, then down to his cock, giggled… and crawled over to it. Wrapping her lips around it and sucking off the tip until it was clean.. “Do you want me to give your cock a tongue bath?" 

Shane was kind of surprised that his cock was more sensitive. He didn't want her to lick it anymore… at least not much. He needed a little recovery time, which was almost unexpected. "no, slut, you do what you have to do, clean yourself up… I'm just gonna to watch.” 

When they were done, they took a shower together. They kissed and teased each other, surprised at how much they were attracted to one another even though they normally wouldn't have been. Once they dried off, Colleen started to reach for her collar, but Shane stopped her. “Remember what you had me do last week? Maybe it's your turn… what's good for the goose is good for the gander." 

It was clear in her eyes that she still had such a cum fetish… “okay we can do that." And soon they had found themselves spooning in bed together.. 

Colleen seemed to pass out right away, but Shane found himself reminiscing. How about some of their other changes? The first time they changed a week earlier, and how she had slept as a good slave girl and woke up early to use her mouth to wake her Master up. Then on Wednesday night, oh, her husband had become the himbo, while she became a two dollar whore.

That one was more of a mess than either of them had expected. Her husband had been fucking stupid to be honest. He had become extremely naive and vain, he couldn't keep his eyes off the mirror for more than a minute… he was also horny. Maybe a bit self-entitled… but he was hot, he looked like one of the guys from One Direction crossed over with Chris Pine. She could get used to that… with more muscles… yeah..

Of course as the 2-dollah-ho, she had found herself surprisingly uninterested in sex. Colin had continually tried to tease her, flirt with her. But she just wasn't interested and she didn't understand why. She knew he was attractive, but she wasn't attracted to him. 

And then in what must have been the most idiotic moment of the night, Colin had reached into his wallet and pulled out $2 and asked for a handjob. And then the trigger hit, seeing the $2, she got extremely wet and wanted nothing more than to jerk him off… and she did… but he stopped her from finishing the job. He offered two more dollars if she would ride him reverse cowgirl… suddenly she had no interest in jerking him off anymore, it was so fucking hot. Just thinking about riding him reverse cowgirl, she took the $2 and started doing it… and so the night went on…

And now here she was… technically, now here he was holding his wife that used to be his husband in his arms while she was already snoring. He tried to close his eyes and get to sleep.. it didn't come quickly… at the very least it didn't come quickly enough. 

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he felt a wet sensation around his cock. Colleen was gone, at least from under his arms… he looked over at the clock, it was only one o’ clock in the morning… “Colleen!” his voice staggered out. 

“Shhhh." She briefly said when she took her lips off of his cock, “you said I could do it in the morning… it's technically a.m." 

He knew he was a bull, it had only been a couple of hours. He was already ready to go again… why the fuck not? He grabbed the extra pillow that his wife had been using, Propped up his head, put his hands behind his head as well, and decided to just watch and enjoy the show.

She did some fun things. She was an eager slut and she was greedy as she took it quickly into her mouth. She would use her hand to help add the stimulation. She licked vigorously at the head from time to time, and then continued to just suck on it. Surprisingly, she deepthroated it without any problem whatsoever. 

He knew he wasn't going to last… her mouth was made to drain stamina like his… she was a cum slut after all… and she was determined to get that cum in her mouth. 

Stroke after stroke, slide after slide, look after lick, suck after suck… she was insatiable, and it wasn't long until Shane's wife was making him cum hard. She just locked her lips around his cock like a vice, and took every drop into her mouth… and when he couldn't take any more, he tapped her arm three times, like an MMA fighter would submit to his opponent… and she pulled herself off slowly… and then she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth showing that she had taken every drop from him and hadn't swallowed yet.

Shane stood in front of his wife. Looked down at her and put a hand gently along the side of her face and his fingers moved slowly down. Traced the line across her ears until his hand was firmly behind her head. And then he tipped her head forward and spilled all that cum all over her chin which dripped right down onto her chest… and triggered another round of orgasms…

“Clean up cum slut… and then come back to bed with me… I still expect you to wake me up later in the morning like that.”

Her body was still convulsing, but he heard her reply, “give me a few minutes… I'll be there..”

But as Shane laid down there, waiting for his cum slut of a wife to come back to him. He was already thinking about Saturday night… technically that very night… It might even be fun to keep the roles switched like this. See how she did being on the receiving end of a hot and sexy Saturday date night.

Chapter 3

Colin/Colleen 

Colleen's eyes opened when she felt the vibration of her phone near her elbow. When she had come back into the room earlier in the morning, she had set her alarm to go off. But she didn't want to wake her husband up, at least not yet. Way to wake him up. She shut off the alarm and made sure no others would have awakened him. 

She was careful, she slowly turned around to face him, Shane looked very restful, sleeping beside her. She positioned herself between his legs and started licking. She could tell he was already awake, but he wasn't moving. His manhood quickly. Lengthened and she took it into her mouth. She used her tongue quite skillfully, and her suction was right on point; she was confident that her husband would not last very long at all…

She felt his hand run through her hair, and she looked up to see his smile even in the mostly dark room. The sun hadn't even come up yet, yet she basked in the light of her husband's smile.

A few hours later Colin woke up for the third and final time.. That was a night and a half. He got up and started doing his morning rituals. Shayna was already up.

He made his way to the kitchen and gave her a warm kiss, “that was something, last night." 

She lightly kissed him back and let out a giggle, "’something’ is definitely a word for it.” There was a slight pause before she asked, “do you have any regrets?" 

"Surprisingly, no." He admitted. "I've never had an urge to suck a cock before. I don't have one right now, and somehow the memory of doing all that stuff is not twisted inside me at all. It's actually kind of a fun memory. It's a really weird contradiction.”

“I know exactly what you mean. I love being a woman, I never wanted to be able to shoot my load into my wife's mouth, but I enjoyed the hell out of it!" 

They both laughed. 

And then she nervously took his hand, “which is why I was hoping you'd be willing to do it one more night…" 

“One more night?" He asked, a little confused.

Again, her head nodded up and down, “yeah. I thought we might be able to try something really different though, a date night in each other's shoes." 

He paused for a minute, despite having such intensely hot memories, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be a woman again. But as he looked into her eyes, he realized he could sacrifice this one more night. “I guess we can try that." 

Her eyes widened, she must not have been entirely sure that he was going to agree. She quickly embraced him, and then kissed him on the cheek. “This must be one of those reasons that you're the best husband I ever married." 

"I'm the only husband you ever married.”

“Just because you win by default doesn't mean that it doesn't mean something," then she added an extra, “and we're going with different collars tonight.” there was a brief pause, “and I'm buying us turtlenecks to cover the collars." She looked up and thought for a minute, "and then I'm going to-”

“You've said ‘and’ too many times." He gave her a quick wink, “I trust you. You do what you think we need to do, and I'm right behind you." 

Around four in the afternoon,it was time for them to start getting ready. They didn't go to different bathrooms this time. Instead they just met in the bedroom, Colin waited as his wife brought out the two collars that she wanted to use. 

“Turn around, no peeking until we're both changed." He had seen that she had a pink collar in her hand, though he didn’t see which one. She pulled it around Colin's neck, and a moment later she was Colleen again. "Close your eyes. Hold out your hand.”

Colleen complied, She felt the collar in her hand, and reached forward feeling. Shayna's. Shoulder and slowly brought it around her neck. Once she found the slot, the collar was in place. 

She kept her eyes closed for only about 5 to 10 seconds. Later she heard a very sexy and masculine voice say, “you can open your eyes now." 

And there it was, she was focused in on her husband again. She bit her lip, she wanted to fuck him right then and there. She didn’t even have to look to know she had the ‘Nympho,’ collar on. In fact she was going to ask, “we are trying to have a quickie before we start?" Although given that, ‘pussy licker,’ on his collar, she didn't think he was going to want to fuck my much, but if he was still here at the tongue she was fine with that.

Shane shook his head to say ‘no,’ “we have to get you ready. Got to find some clothes for you, And I'm going to have to do your makeup. You have to make sure the shoes I pick out are too high, can't have you tripping.”

Colleen rolled her eyes, "it can't be that hard.” and something inside her snapped in an odd way, like she should know something, and she walked over to the makeup table and immediately started by grabbing the foundation. She looked at everything, she knew exactly what to do. And over the next few minutes she applied makeup like she was an expert. In front of her husband she walked right over to the closet and picked out a nice dress, and a pair of high heels. She had to accessorize a bit, but again there was some sort of knowledge. It was actually kind of strange, Shayna had actually picked a cute pair of pants to match the turtleneck she had bought. But somehow Colleen knew that she preferred the dress that was strapless, and off the shoulder… it didn't cover her chest at all, but that was what the turtleneck was for. 

Shane, on the other hand, his mind seemed to be blown by how well she was doing. And then she put on the high heels and started walking like she had been wearing them half her life. She wasn't wearing panties, and when she sat down she lifted her dress up, flashing him a bit of beaver. “Are you sure we don't have time?" 

Her pussy was so wet that she was actually relieved when she felt his tongue licking up her mess… and that was only the beginning of her pleasure. 

Shayna/Shane 

Shane wondered if this is what Colleen felt like when she was a cum slut. She couldn't get enough of the taste of her, his wife. It was like the nectar of the gods. His tongue never seemed to get tired, it just kept wanting to lick more and more of that incomparable flavor.

But they did have a plan to go to the club and do some dancing, and as much as he loved tasting her pussy, they had a plan…

"We should probably stop that…" he said with regret in his voice. 

She whined in response, “come on just starting to get fired up… you can't get me fired up and just not.”

He chuckled, “well here we are ready to go. Let's get going. As soon as we do this, the sooner I can finish what I started.”

She bit her lower lip thinking about that and grabbed a purse that matched her turtleneck perfectly. “Let's just fucking go." 

Shane made sure he grabbed his wallet, they actually had to switch their IDs and credit cards, And he threw on his nice jacket and met her out of the car. He drove and she sat in the passenger side seat. Her fingers seem to do this dance on her thighs and it was distracting. He couldn’t tell if she was antsy, or teasing him.

The club was an entirely different experience for him, and he suspected her as well. He started by getting them drinks, he got himself Colin's favorite drink, and he got one of her favorite drinks for Colleen. She seemed to enjoy it. But when he drank his, much like calling the night before, it had no taste. He wasn't ready for that. The only thing he would taste would be her pussy. He licked his lips, he would really like to dig in and eat her pussy. He shook his head out of that, and finished his drink quickly, since it pretty much tasted like water… you know, no flavor. But when she finished hers he took her right on to the dance floor. Just the way she always wanted to be dragged out there. 

It was hard to keep his eyes off of her chest. Her breasts were perfect. As a woman she never really cared for breasts, but as a man she understood the fascination. They were just so… out there. She had these perfect tits, a fine waist, and an amazing ass… She was this perfect body that was wrapped around the most delicious pussy. He felt his cock harden just thinking about it. He pulled her close. 

She giggled and leaned into him, “I can feel how hard your cock is for me.”

"I can't even tell you how much I want us to give kitty a tongue bath.”

She giggled, "Kitty? Or clitty?” 

He tried to tease her, rubbing his hand there, grazing his wrist against that… you know, intense physical flirting.

They lasted about five songs before she excused herself. He sat down, with a glass of water… since that's tasted like everything else is the cheapest, and he waited. He didn't wait very long.

When she returned, Shane was very much aware of an insidious little smile on her face. She had a secret for him, and as much as he craved it, he was almost afraid of what she had planned. She sat right on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her ass back and forth giving him a dry fucking… but then she kissed him… deeply.

The kiss was sexy, full of flavor… she tasted like… his eyes went wide. She broke the kiss and smiled at him. “Do you like my ‘lip gloss?’”

He looked at her lips, and then his eyes went down to her upper thighs, really just settling between her legs, and back to her lips again… “did you just put your pussy juice all over your lips?" 

Her smile would have put the Cheshire cat to shame. "Kiss me.”

The idea of kissing her pussy juice coated lips made him so incredibly hard in that moment, He could barely contain himself. The way her ass moved on his lap, how sexy her kiss made him feel, he was ready to blow his load right then and there. And then she stopped.

She led him to the back where the bathrooms were, she looked around and the coast was clear, and she took him right into the ladies room. She locked the door, And used his shoulders to hoist herself up on top of the counter and spread her legs wide. She rubbed her fingers in her pussy and then pressed it to his lips… and then two her own… “fuck me hard… and I'll kiss you hard.”

He looked down at her pussy, I wanted to bury his face in that snatch, but she was a nympho… this was a good compromise until later. He licked the pussy juice off his lips and leaned in to kiss her. And then he just drove his cock right into her greedy twat. He pumped in and out of her as they kissed…

She could almost tell when he was losing the taste for her pussy when they were kissing… she just rubbed her fingers down there, felt as his cock slid between her fingers… between her pussy lips… and bring it right back to their lips as they made out. And soon, Shane was overcome with lust… and he felt his cock begin to burst, shooting stream after stream of cum into that tasty cunt of hers. He could tell by the redness on her chest in the inability to breathe on her part that she had just cum well…

They took a couple minutes to clean up, and she made it a point to spread her pussy juices on her lips again… and they left the bathroom, and went back to the dance floor. 

They danced for another hour, before deciding it was time to go home. Shane got in the driver's seat, and was staring at Colleen's legs when she got in the driver's seat… how he wanted to kiss his her legs, one kiss… one lick at a time from her ankles right up her thighs and ran into her waiting folds… he licked his lips again. 

When he pulled out, he got onto the highway to drive home and she asked, “ever get road head before?" 

"You know I haven't.” He didn’t have a penis before the previous night.

She giggled, “you won't be able to say that again." And then she undid her seat belt, undid his pants, and made sure that he would never be able to say that again…

They got in, and she made it clear that she was not going to wait to get to the bedroom. "If you fuck me hard right now, right here…. You can lick my pussy for the rest of the night for all I care.”

Shane stared at her pussy as she had bent herself over the couch, she pulled up her dress just to show off her penis fly trap… He was completely into it, he did take a quick lick, and felt his cock harden so tightly… she looked over her shoulder and gave him a dirty look for breaking the deal… but when she realized what exactly he was doing, she smirked… and then he was inside her… pounding, using her hips for leverage as he pushed harder and faster until she screamed out in ecstasy… which of course made him cum inside her… again. 

When she was done she straightened up, and walked around the couch throwing one leg up over the back, while leaving the other on the floor. “All yours big boy." 

Shane spent what felt like hours licking her pussy. She came at least a few times, he didn't. But he found such a thrill and so much excitement in just the act, and never stopped… until he realized she was snoring…

He stopped, he picked her up and brought her to bed. And then laid down beside her. Maybe he'd wake her up in the morning, again… with oral. 

Chapter 4 

Colin/Colleen

This was becoming a habit she could get used to. She felt the buzz of her phone underneath her pillow, she had disabled the sound so she wouldn't wake up her husband. But that wasn't enough for her at that particular moment, the day before she had immediately woken her dead-to-the-world husband up with her lips wrapped around his Johnson. She suppressed a giggle at the thought of ‘Johnson.’

But the simple truth, she was a nympho, she knew that, the caller pushed that on her, and so far she didn't enjoy it. She's really a fuck at any given moment, she loves teasing her husband, and she loved his cock in her pussy and she loved and the enthusiasm that Shane gave at licking her pussy… she had many orgasms and the night before… but in this particular moment, with her phone vibrating the way it was… she kind of slid it down to her panties, pressing it to the fabric right over her clit. 

That was making her very wet, very excited to wake up her husband. And she was quickly running out of patience. She finally shut off the phone, and turned around, she saw the drool hanging out of her husband's mouth pooling on the pillow. That wasn't sexy. But it was oddly cute. 

She slowly slinked her way down, and lightly suckled on his cock. She kept her eyes on his face, waiting to see if his eyes would open, see if his lips would curl back in a smile. It took all of three seconds. She only sucked on his dick for a few minutes. Once she was sure he was awake enough, she lifted herself up, grabbed his cock with her hands and pulled herself down and started bouncing up and down. 

She got to experience three orgasms before she stopped, but he hadn't had a single one yet. And then she crawled off the bed, got a good grip on his feet and pulled him by his feet until his knees were hanging off the bed. And then she crawled right back up on top of him… but instead of dropping her cunt right back down on his cock, she turned around and dropped it on his face. Reverse cowgirl face riding, now that was fun.

She hadn't realized just how perfectly suited the male’s tongue was at reaching her clit from that angle. And of course when she just ground down into his face, he reacted with enthusiasm that she had never shown when she was a man. Probably due to the collar. 

She felt another orgasm rapidly approaching her, has she meant over, and took his cock which looked like it was straining beneath his skin, like it wanted to be bigger, but was limited by the length of his skin… it called out to her in an odd way… and she took it into her mouth, as she sucked him for all he was worth… and they both came… hard. 

They laid together for a while, and it was almost dreamily. Neither one of them was ready to go back to sleep, but neither one of them wanted to get up. She left her hand in the middle of his chest, and took an odd comfort at the way his arm went completely around her and rested on her shoulder. It made her feel small, but safe. 

“I have to pee." Shane said as he got up, and walked to the bathroom to the side. 

Colleen didn't bother getting up. 

"What the fuck!?” He exclaimed from the bathroom.

Colleen jumped to her feet and ran over to the bathroom, he seemed to be struggling with his collar, “It won't come off.”

It was a very easy switch. It practically let itself just slide off. And then a nervousness spread over Colleen's emotions as she reached behind her neck and fumbled with the lock on her own collar. It was rigid, it gave nothing at all. “Mine won't come off either.” 

She immediately turned, and started walking down the stairs, she got to her toolbox and opened it up grabbing a pair of gloves and a screwdriver. The gloves would protect her so she wouldn't jam her finger or anything equally painful or obnoxious, and she managed to find the lip and tried to use the leverage from the rest of the caller to pop it. Again… nothing. 

Shane came down the stairs a little slower and saw what she was doing, he grabbed a pair of gloves just like she did, and offered to do it for her. They spent several minutes trying to unlock each other's collars and nothing had happened at all. They were stuck.

Panic started to seep in. For Colleen, with her nympho collar… intense emotions triggered horniness: very intense levels of horniness. She watched as Shane, to his credit, kept a cool head and went to the computer. She watched carefully as he typed in an email, she hung over his shoulder and watched as he typed. He found the website where they got the collars, and then he started to type an email. It was a cry for help as he explained their situation. As soon as he pressed send, there was an immediate response.

They were away for a week and would he get back to answer anybody's question as soon as possible. 

“Fuck." Shane said in frustration. 

"Sounds good to me.” Colleen said as she was slowly playing with her clit. 

“Not exactly what I meant." He clarified. 

She rolled her eyes, "I know what. I'm so horny… like every minute it's annoying.”

She made her way to the bedroom leaving Shane by himself. She laid down on the bed, took off her clothes, closed her eyes and started picturing Shane, as she started playing with herself. Nice slow circles around her clit, sliding her finger some of the way in, but not all the way… okay, now all the way… Her other hand teasing her tits, trying to find the best stimulation to get her off. 

Why was it so hard? She was horny as fuck, why couldn't she get off? She tried again…

And then Shane walked in, he had a phallic toy in his hand, “from my private stash in the basement, haven't needed these since we got married but… you know…” and then a smirk on her face, “don't worry, I cleaned them before bringing them up to you." 

"That didn't even occur to me…” She responded as she watched her husband lay down alongside her, and put the toy in her hand… he helped guide her hands, teaching her how to masturbate. How was it that she knew how to walk in high heels with the collar, but she didn't know how to masturbate? Shane was a good teacher, and he showed her how to bring herself right to that perfect orgasm, and all the frustration went away… at least for a little while. 

She watched as her husband took the toy out of her snatch, instead of licking at himself. He was getting off on her pussy juices again, it made her amused. And while Shane was doing that, she said to make it worth his while. She wrapped her lips around his cock, and just to tease him a bit, did everything to his cock, that he did to that toy… it didn't take long until he was coming in her mouth as well…

Shayna/Shane

Shane woke up for the second time in this pussy licker form. He got up ahead of her, did his bathroom business, and made his way to the kitchen without waking her up. He made a pot of coffee, but she started to be overwhelmed by all that she had been experiencing in the past 36 hours… The coffee… it tasted like nothing. He checked his caller again, still no give. He checked his email, and again there was nothing, at the very least nothing he was looking for in regards to the collar.

Colleen eventually got up, not that anybody would have been surprised, but she was horny, so he did his best to take care of that. At least for a little bit. 

But things still had to get done, he told her that he had to go shopping and invited her to come with. She agreed. 

As he entered the grocery store, they walked down the dairy aisle first, she reached in and grabbed a gallon of milk… Colleen giggled, “you know what that reminds me of?" 

He knew, "I can imagine.”

“A gallon of cum!" She said with too much eagerness and a giggle. He was almost bothered by how extra feminine she sounded while giggling. 

They decided to cook tacos that night, silly had to stop and get some ingredients. They grabbed some hamburger meat, and of course she had to make a comment about beating his meat." 

He smirked, since at least that time she was quiet, but they kept going. 

They had to stop in a spice section so that they could find the taco mix, “you know, Shane… I can be extra spicy for you.”

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "you promise? I might hold you to it.”

She giggled that hyper-feminine laugh that she did, “I promise!" 

They were looking at the taco shells, he had been looking at the hard ones, Colleen managed to find a package of soft ones, and started folding them, "these are giving me some ideas… would you like to eat my taco?”

He laughed again, “I'm not even sure if you're being dirty or not, but the answer is yes to both.”

She excused herself for a minute, said she had to go to the bathroom. He grabbed a few more things while he waited for her, and when she came back she kissed him warmly on the lips… but when he licked his lips, he knew exactly what she had done, because now his lips tasted wonderful. He leaned in again, very close to her, "you dirty slut… you know what I ought to do with you?”

Her smile pulled right up to her eyes, and she said exactly to him what he had said to her earlier, "the answer is yes to both.”

She looked a bit confused for a second, “I didn't even say one thing that I was going to do to you." 

She shrugged half-heartedly, "yes to your mouth, yes to your cock.”

The real fun happened when they hit the produce department. Of course she had to make a few lewd gestures with bananas and cucumbers. 

But Shane knew how to play that game, he to used a cantaloupe, holding it down low like it was her ass… and then the grapefruit, sure, he was just checking to see if it was bruised or not… but fuck, he was making her think about what he wanted to do with her tits… He loved making the nympho squirm.

Every time he made such a gesture, he could see the subtle shift in her body language, the way she pressed her legs together, the way she would sometimes bite her lower lip, inhale deeply and smile at him… a silent, ‘oh yes,’ to and for him.

As they hit the 48-hour mark since they put the collars on, things started to get a little tense. The first incident happened while they were cooking the tacos, Shane had added the season to the meat and was mixing it well. It smelled good, but he took a bite to test the seasoning and there was nothing. He dropped an f-bomb + Colleen came in to check up on him. He was frustrated that he couldn't taste anything, he loved eating tacos, but he couldn't taste them. They tasted like water. 

Colleen for her part was able to calm him down. Part of it simply just taking her top off, wiping some pussy juice on her nipples and encouraging him to lick on that for a little bit. 

Shane complied, and he was much happier for it. He loved the way that she tasted, he loved the fact that he could taste something other than nothing. And it again put him into a de-stressed temperament.

The next incident happened after dinner while he started cleaning up. He heard something smash in the living room. He ran out to check up on Colleen, and saw her shaking and frustration… “Are you okay?" 

"No.” She paused long enough to look at a few things that were on the table that you knocked over with her foot while masturbating… she was embarrassed… but more importantly she was horny again. “I'm always horny. It never goes away. It's like an itch that you just have to keep scratching or it builds and it builds… fuck I just need to fuck something… but even that's only like a minute relief… what I wouldn't do just to be able to not be horny for like an hour… fuck.*

Shane went back to the kitchen to clean and dry off his hands. He came back, and he took her upstairs to the bedroom. He started with oral sex, and she enjoyed it. Cuz’ Nympho. As much as he knew he would rather just stay doing this for the rest of the night, he knew that she needed more. 

Once she was good and drenched, he picked her up and moved her in just the right angle in the bed. So that he could pull her in and impale her pussy on his hard throbbing cock. He licked his lower left and tasted her pussy. That one little gesture made his cock twice as eager. 

He fucked her in the missionary position. Missionary can be a lot like vanilla, for some people it is very boring and very plain… but when you don't do it very often because it is very boring and very plain, it sometimes becomes very fun because it is so rare.

And then he finished himself inside of her, and she climaxed yet again… and as they sat there arm and arm, relaxing… enjoying. 

He found his hand moving up to her cheek and gently slid down. He found her collar and moved his hand to the back of her neck and found that little latch… and as his finger moved over the latch, it snatched open… and he watched as calling grew in size, lost her tits and hair… became more masculine… became Colin. 

They looked at each other in confusion for a second. And then the answer seemed to spark in Colin's eyes, “the other night, we didn't put on our own collars, we put on each other's collars… maybe the person who locks it, is the only one who unlocks it?”

Shane shook his head, "but I tried to unlock your collar, and you tried to unlock mine.”

Colin nodded his head in agreement, "true, but we were wearing work gloves to make sure that we didn't injure ourselves playing with the callers and the screwdriver.” And then he slowly put his hand behind Shana's neck, and with a flick of a finger, her body was shrinking, she lost her penis, she regained her tits, and she felt her hair slowly move down her face until it was at its normal length. Relief…

Chapter 5

Colin

After the scare that they had, one can imagine that it didn't take a lot of convincing to decide to take a week off from using those collars. It's not like they didn't have their fun while they were their normal selves. They were husband and wife and they're very much attracted to one another. 

During this week they had simple Netflix and chill nights, they went out. Had fun with friends, and intimate dates. 

Then came Friday night. This time it was Colin's time to cook, so he decided to cook her favorite meal, which she loved. When dinner was over it was her turn to clean up, and he sat down and turned on the television, he had a couple ideas of things they could watch, and he lined up the streaming services…

A little later she came back in, and she sat down and gave him a kiss. He showed the options that he had selected, and they snuggled up under a blanket and watched the movie. 

The movie was finally over, she was the one who broached the subject, “so I was thinking… I'd like to give the collars a try again.”

He gave a laugh that was more of a rumble of his chest while she laid on top of him, “I don't have a huge problem with that, as long as we keep track of who collars who… We don't want a repeat of last time." 

She smiled widely, "I'll be honest I don't either, well that was funny in retrospect.. we literally spent an entire day in the wrong bodies because we didn't bother trying each other's collars with our bare hands.”

"We will be careful.” He confirmed and then asked, "did you have something specific in mind?”

"I do.” She said almost conspiratorily, "if you don't mind wearing a pink collar again.”

He raised an eyebrow, “starting to wonder if you have more of a female preference or maybe you're a bit of a narcissist?" 

She smirked, "maybe a little of both. Though I still prefer male-you long term." And gave him a little wink.

Several minutes later, he was naked in the downstairs bathroom when he opened the box of lingerie that she had left for him. The collar was inside. ‘Mistress.’ He did not expect that. It would be interesting. At least. He put the collar on his neck and found himself transforming into a copy of his wife as he had the previous times.

Colleen looked down at the rest of the outfit. Black lingerie, a black baby doll, with a matching lacy g-string. It was a bit risque, but she would certainly look good in it, though new given her new preference towards fetwear… she would be tempted to go shopping later. She stepped into the high heels and found that she could wear them just fine like she had before as well, though she would have preferred a pair of boots, they're a little more aggressive. 

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, it was just a little bit pulled down for bangs. For some reason in her mind, bangs screamed ‘dominatrix.’

She fixed her makeup, luckily her wife was kind enough to make sure she had the appropriate palettes. 

She made her way upstairs, and she opened the door. Wondering what version of ‘himself’ that she would find. The himbo? Maybe the pet would be nice… she bit her lip. The room was still empty, she must be in the bedroom bathroom… She sat down and waited. 

A moment later she heard the rattling of the door just before it opened, and there her wife walked in… still her wife… with a slave collar on her neck. There was a pink flash as both the collar and her eyes glowed pink for the briefest moments. And then Colleen said, “narcissistic lesbian indeed." She looked her wife up and down. She wore a pale pink version of her own lingerie. Her lips were shiny and pink compared to her own dark red matte color. Colleen had the Smokey dark eyes, Shana had soft pinks with sparkles. It was a delightful contrast.

The woman put her head down and embarrassed, the submissive behavior already taking root in her mind. "Sorry, mistress.”

“This could be illegal in some states." 

She shrugged nervously, "we may be genetically identical, but we're not sisters. I'm not sure if it counts.” The submissive wife responded with a softer voice than normal, clearly unsure if it was okay to speak up.

Mistress Colleen giggled at the response, “don't worry, slave, I am very attracted to you right now and I'm going to have my way with you.” She looked around and then asked her slave, "I somehow feel that you wouldn’t have had me become the mistress unless you had some toys for us.”

Her wife seemed to blush for a moment before walking back into the bathroom and bringing out a box. Colleen took it and looked inside, “perfect. At least for now." There were ankle and wrist restraints, a leash, a couple different types of gags, and a blindfold. It really was all that she needed.

She grabbed her wife roughly by the upper arm and pulled her over to the bed and pushed her down. She quickly took Shana's wrists and pulled them behind her back and used a pair of the restraints to lock them in place. She turned her around, and reached between her legs sliding a finger under the g-string and pulling back two fingers now very wet. "Do you like this?”

“I do, Mistress." She replied breathily.

Colleen pressed a finger to Shayna's lower lip. "What kind of fun little toy can we stick in here?" 

“Anything you want, mistress." 

Calling rolled her eyes, "that was rhetorical, darling.” and a moment later a ring gag was being placed inside her mouth, missiled right in her teeth and then locked behind her head. “ I don't have a cock to use this anymore. But you can still stick your tongue out there cuz I'm going to ride your face later." A deviant little smirk crossed her face, "I promise.”

The aggressive woman was looking into her wife's eyes without breaking eye contact as she reached into the box and pulled out the blindfold. Without a word she slowly pulled it down until she couldn't see her wife's size anymore. She tied it gently behind her head, just tight enough so that it wouldn't come undone or fall down.

Next, she attached the leash to her caller, and watched her or across the room, unable to see where she was going. And pressed her and her tits up against the wall. She leaned forward and nibbled on her wife's ear. While her left hand teased the bottom of her breasts, and her right hand found its way into her g-string. 

She spent the next several minutes teasing her wife, saying things like, “you're such a fucking wet slut aren't you?” Or "slave you better not come until I tell you to… hold that in" and she promised that she would… And then she told her pet that she was going to countdown from ten to one and when she reached one, she was going to come like a good little slave.

“One." 

And Shana screamed through her gag as her orgasm pulsed from her core, and a spray of cum shot from her vagina. Without giving her a chance for mercy, Colleen took the collar and brought her back to the bed to let her down, and sat on her face just as she promise, and she spent the next several minutes rocking herself back and forth until she had her own fucking orgasm… “slave, you better swallow every fucking drop.”

Shayna

Slave Shayna woke up in the bed, it was empty. It was very late in the morning, and the things that they had done kept them going late into the evening. She was about to pull a robe on, when she remembered that her mistress had said that she needed to have permission to wear clothes. She put her shoes on, and made her way to the kitchen and found that the whole house was empty. There was a note, ‘ gone shopping, be back soon. No clothes. But feel free to wrap yourself up in a blanket.” And that's exactly what she did while she waited for her mistress to come home. 

Slave Shana also noticed that her purse was missing. Her mistress left with her ID, which would make sense and say look the same. Just a weird idea that the two of them would technically have to share an ID as long as they looked the same. Although that gave her another idea for her to explore later. 

A couple hours later she heard the unlocking of the front door, and a moment later the door swung open. She got up still wrapped in her blanket and made her way too to see her mistress. “Hello Mistress, how may I be of service to you?" 

She closed the door and turned to face her slave, "hello, I want you to show me that magnificent body of yours.” 

Shana let the blanket fall to the ground, she felt her nipples immediately go hard in the cold air. She could tell her mistress was enjoying that. 

Her mistress continued, “meet me in the bedroom, take a couple of these bags." 

"Of course, Mistress.” She picked up the bags and walked up the stairs, she was still wearing her high heels, and she made it a point to exaggerate her walk to tease her mistress. 

Shana placed the bags next to the bed, but stood, never sitting as she waited for Mistress Coleen to arrive. She did not have to wait long, that's when Mistress came in with the last couple of boxes placing them next to the bed. 

She only placed a couple of items on the bed initially, but Slave Shayna suddenly had an idea of what her mistress was about to put her through. The first was a black hood, it was made of rubber and was for sensory deprivation. No sight. no sound. They were wireless Bluetooth earbuds. And a penis gag. 

Her mistress started with the Bluetooth earbuds. Once they were in place she put a pair in her own ears, “can you hear me?” 

She heard her mistress’ voice transmitted through the earbuds, and responded "yes, mistress.”

"Good.”

She walked to the chair and commanded her pet to sit down. Shana obliged. She reached into a bag and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, and before she knew it, her wrists were locked to the armrests. Shayna's eyes watched as your mistress picked up the penis gag neck next. She held it in front of her slave's mouth but said nothing. Shana opened wide, and the gag was placed in her mouth and locked behind her head. 

A moment later she felt her mistress's hand in front of her mouth as she pushed it further in. Her eyes went wide and she felt it pushing and pushing, she struggled for a moment feeling her gag reflex and not being able to do anything about it. It. Her arms immediately pulled to her mouth but were stopped by the handcuffs and when it was completely pressed against her mouth and there was no way for it to go further in, it was secured tighter behind her head.*

“Just breathe. Pet. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I know your limits, I practiced before since we have the same body.” And Shana listened, controlled her breathing, controlled herself trusting her mistress. She nodded her head and gave a thumbs up. Then came the hood, of rubber mass that went over her face, covering her eyes and her ears, with just enough ventilation to allow her to breathe comfortably.

She could no longer see, nor hear unless her mistress wanted her to hear something, so all she could do was feel. A leash was locked onto her collar and her handcuffs removed. A tug on the leash told her to stand, and she did then followed. She was on the bed, sitting. Her mistress cupped her breasts and she kissed them as well. Something was wrapped around her waist. As it was tightened, she realized it was a corset. Then over that was something that stretched from her waist to her neck but with sleeveless, and rubber. 

She was pushed back and her legs were lifted, she felt some sort of rubber penance pulled up her legs, but they had no crotch. Her legs were pushed back down as it was picked up and pulled over her ass, her pussy was still exposed. All the rubber damped her sensation of touch, there was some pressure here and there, but no tactile sensation.

Through all this she heard no words from her mistress. Then what felt like a pair of panties were pulled up her legs, these weren't rubber, they may have been from her regular panty drawer. 

She was pulled up to a sitting position again, She filter hands being pulled through sleeves of rubber, but her hands never cleared the cuffs and she was confused, until a moment later when there was a tug, and her arms were forcibly crossed in front of her chest inside behind her… a rubber straight jacket? It must have been. 

A pair of thigh high heel boots came next. It was a much higher heel than anything she had worn before, and she was paraded around the room for a moment, and then she was left standing in the middle of the room. All she could feel was the cock-shaped toy in her mouth, the air on her pussy and everything else was confined to this rubber prison. She felt some sort of strange harness being wrapped around her waist and then down under her crotch… She understood the panites were to protect her vagina from the rubber belt that stretched across her most sensitive spots. She was led back to the bed, sat down, and her mistress pulled her up until her head was on the pillow. 

There were a few minutes of silence. And then she filled her mistress on top of her, straddling her waist… and then a moment later, her mistresses doing something weird around her crotch until she felt the weight… and then her mistress was moving up and down, she felt a tug when her mistress lifted, was the harness to strap-on? Her mistress was fucking her… that made her so fucking horny. She felt her cunt juices dripping… She lost track of time, but then her mistress slowed down, she still heard nothing. Did she cum? She could say nothing as she still felt the cock buried in her throat. Then Mistress got off of her…

She felt her mistress’ fingers at her fuck hole, and then finally words, “slave… I think you enjoyed that as much as I did.” She wished she could tell her mistress how much she did. Tell her how much she loved it. But not with that faux-cock in her mouth. 

Just a few short moments later, she felt the harness being removed from her waist, and then the panties were pulled down her legs. A second later there was something cold and plasticky pressed to her clit, she thought it was a dildo, but it was never used to toy with her, nor pressed inside her. She felt something, was it being taped or strapped to her inner thigh?

She felt a tug behind her head as the hood was removed. But she held something else up, a VR helmet, and it was placed over her head. It came to life a moment later, and it was a video of her mistress riding her. She could suddenly see everything that she had felt, then the earbuds came to life and she could listen to all the screams and moans in the room. Hear everything Mistress had cried while riding her. And then between her legs the vibrator came to life… 

Epilogue:

Colin and Shayna had just come home from an exciting day of hiking, and there was a box on the front door. Colin asked, “hun, did you order something?"

Shayna saw the package, "I did! Just a little surprise for you.”

He picked it up and walked into the house, and she followed closing the door behind them. She grabbed a razor cutter and handed it to him and he opened it. There were five pink collars. 

He read them aloud, “Cowgirl. Anal Slut. Drone. Agreeable. Wet&wild.”

"Is this really for me? Or are they for you?" 

She simply smiled, “technically, they're for both of us since they're not fun if we're not both involved. But to be honest, they're based on your DNA, not mine, so have you ever wondered what you would have looked like as a woman?”

"I guess we can find out." He held up the collar that said ‘cowgirl,’ and said, “maybe we can try this tomorrow, but I think we need to get a cowgirl hat first.

She giggled, “it's not that kind of cowgirl." 

He looked confused, "what other kind are there?”

The End.

Final thought: I'm going to be entirely honest, my original plan was to make Shayna the mistress and Colin the slave for that final part, but right as I was about to start writing it, I thought I'd throw you all off and switch the dynamic. Hope you weren't expecting it, I hope you enjoyed it. *Just like to point out that IRL if someone is struggling with a gag, stop and remove. Even if it's hot in the story. I do know couples who will act this out, but they have hand signals to alert each other if there is any distress or real reason to be concerned.Thank you for reading! And if you participated, thank you for embracing this! You are always wonderful, loved and appreciated! Xoxoxoxo! Oh, and yes, now is the time where you get to cum! …like seriously, what are you waiting for, the story is fresh in your mind.

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