SUZI COMES OUT
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Suzi comes out
By Kim
Martyn stared at the clothes on the bed in disbelief. There were
two outfits laying there. One consisted of a black leather bikini
set covered in gleaming metal studs. The two parts of the garment
were joined together by lengths of chain, which had wrist
shackles attached. The top had a built in leather collar,
ornamented with a ring of small spikes.
The other outfit was similar, except it was for a male. In place
of the bikini top there was a separate long sleeve glove. It was
the type that held the two arms together in one sleeve and ran
from the wrists to past the elbows. It too came with a spiked dog
collar attached to the sleeve by a length of chain.
"Emily, what on earth are these for?" he called out to his wife
who was in the other bedroom. "They are for the fancy dress party
we are going to tonight, don't you remember?" she called back.
He had forgotten. He hadn't wanted to go but his wife had pleaded
with him and eventually he had agreed, much against his better
judgement. That was several weeks ago and now there was no going
back on his word. "But Emily we can't go dressed like this,
surely" he said to his wife as she came into the room. "Why ever
not Martyn, it'll be a good laugh, us two slaves together" she
replied. "I am not wearing stuff like that" he growled. "Look,
don't be a spoil sport, they were the last outfits left in the
shop so there is no point in arguing".
"Well, I'll wear the things if you will, but I'll not put on the
glove" he said. "Don't be silly darling" she scolded "look its
not real, its got a velcro fastener down both sides. You could
pull it off any time you liked". She demonstrated it too him,
so he eventually agreed to wear it. Emily began by taking all her
clothes off and then wriggling into the tight leather bikini. The
collar velcroed into place and her hands pushed through the
plastic shackles. "There, how do I look?" she asked. Martyn was
transfixed. He had never seen his wife in such erotic clothes
before. "You can be my slave any time you like" he drooled.
"Now hurry up and get your outfit on". He complied readily
enough, but had trouble getting the tight leather trunks on as
the sight of his wife had given him a considerable erection.
Eventually, after it had subsided, he managed, but could then not
get the glove on by himself. "It goes behind you silly" laughed
his wife. "Ok you put it on for me then" Martyn said, turning
round and putting his arms together. He could feel the sleek
leather tube slide up above the elbows. He suddenly felt very
vulnerable with his arms tightly secured behind him, as his wife
clipped the collar round his neck. "You look terrific" she
complimented him.
"I guess I will have to drive" she said, pulling her hands from
their pretend shackles. She slipped on a coat and some shoes and
then did the same for Martyn. She walked him down the stairs and
out to the garage. It was already dark as they left the house. "I
hope nobody sees us" he muttered as he climbed into the passenger
seat. "It's not far darling" she told him as they drove off.
"It's getting uncomfortable in this glove I think I take it off
till we get there". He tried to pull the glove off but couldn't,
and being held in place by the seat belt didn't help any. "Don't
struggle Martyn, you won't be able to do it in the confines of
the car. You will just have to wait till we get there". They
drove in silence for a time. "I thought you said it was close" he
moaned. "Not far now darling" she replied.
They had driven a good way into the country before they came to a
large house, set back from the road by a long driveway. The front
gates were enormous wrought iron affairs that would have looked
more in keeping at a prison Martyn thought, as they swept through
them. He looked back to see them closing behind them. What about
the other guests he thought. Maybe the gates opened and closed
automatically as cars came near. It was funny though, he hadn't
seen them open, just close behind them as they came through. His
thoughts were interrupted by the car coming to a stop outside the
impressive front door of the house. "Here we are lover" she said
and got out of the car and went round to his side to help him
out.
The front door of the house opened and out stepped a young woman
dressed in a nurses uniform. "This way" she said turning to lead
the way. "The changing facility is through there" she said
pointing to a door leading away from the large front hall. They
walked through into a brightly lit changing room. It reminded
Martyn of a show girls dressing room. There was a dressing table,
complete with large mirror surrounded by several light bulbs. All
along one wall were wardrobes of female clothes. The rest of the
room was covered exclusively in floor to ceiling mirrors. "What a
strange place to bring us to" he said to Emily. "I feel like I'm
in a film stars bedroom". Emily pulled the coat from his
shoulders and casually dropped it on the floor, she then bent
down and removed his shoes. "Now sit down and let me finish off
your outfit" she told him.
Puzzled he sat down in front of the brightly lit mirror. His arms
were in the way so she swung them round the back of the chair. He
heard a small click behind him and tried to lift his arms up, but
they wouldn't move. "What's going on" he demanded. "Oh nothing
dear, I've just secured your arms out of the way, that's all".
"What do you mean you've secured my arms?" he asked
incredulously. She ignored him and stroked her hand along his
chin. She leant over to the dresser and picked up a jar. She
scooped out some of the cream and began to smooth it into his
chin, chest and under his arms. "What the hell are you doing?" he
almost shouted. Without replying she bent down and buckled his
legs to the chair with the convenient leather belts that were
part of the chairs fitments.
Martyn tried to stand up but was securely held by the bound glove
and the leg straps. He then tried to pull the glove apart but
found it impervious to his efforts. "Sorry darling, I switched
gloves when you turned round. This one is definitely for real. It
doesn't come off until I say so" she giggled. "In Gods name
why?" he shouted. "You can shout all you like, this room, indeed
this whole house is sound proofed. And anyway, there is no one to
rescue you even if they wanted to. But I've had enough of
answering your questions" so saying she opened a draw and pulled
out an inflatable mouth gag. She deftly pushed it into his mouth
and gave it five quick pumps. Martyn's tongue was squashed flat
to the floor of his mouth and his jaws spread apart by the
bulbous gag. He could feel the tendons of his jaw creaking at the
sudden tension placed on them. He tried to push it out of his
mouth, but it was firmly wedged in place. He then tried to shake
it out but all that did was to bounce the pump across his chest.
He tried to shout but all that came out was a muffled hiss.
"Now here is the score darling. For the last year or so I have
become increasingly bitter about the nature of our roles in this
marriage. It seems to me that whilst we both hold down full time
jobs, I am still expected to come home and do all the housework,
the cooking, pay for all the food and act as general dogs body.
When all that is done I am then expected to be your sex toy and
perform on demand any of your many and varied fantasies. Well
I've had enough. The last straw was your refusal to get in a home
help. You said I was coping well enough without any outsiders. So
now we've come to this. Through a friend of a friend I discovered
this establishment. It is through them that I intend to get my
home help. In fact I've decided what I need is a maid. A maid who
will obey my every whim and fancy. When we have finished you're
only wish will be to serve me in any way I think best".
He stared at her in astonishment. Unable to speak he just shook
his head from side to side. "Oh but you will my darling, you
will, you can be sure of that" she said. "Now lets see, the cream
should have done its thing by now". She proceeded to wipe it off
with a towel and as she did so all of his hair came away with it.
His chin and chest were now baby smooth and hairless. "This
should last for about a week, then we can see about some more. Oh
by the way, I've phoned your boss and told him that you've been
taken ill and the doctor has told you to stay in bed for a
fortnight. That should be enough to complete your preliminary
training" so saying she turned and left the room. He stared after
angry and dumbstruck, which was just as well because the gag
effectively silenced any reply that he might have ventured.
A short while later the young woman in the nurses outfit came in
carrying a tray. She placed it down in front of Martyn on the
dressing table. She removed the cloth covering it to reveal some
glass ampoules and a syringe. She went round the back of the
chair and released a catch. The chair back tipped backwards
through thirty degrees and Martyn found himself looking up into
the face of the young nurse. "You nancy boys. I don't know why you go
through these humiliations. How much are you paying them to put
you through this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. A grown
man wanting to become a bimbo. You should go out and get a proper
girlfriend to put you right, show you what its for" she said,
leaning down and gently squeezing his penis through the leather
trunks. "Still each to there own I suppose" she said and tugged
down his trunks to his thighs. Martyn was helpless to prevent her
and blushed a deep shade of red with acute embarrassment. Unable
to speak he couldn't shout out and tell her he was normal, that
this was all a ghastly trap set by his vengeful wife.
She slowly filled the syringe from one of the ampoules and
swabbing the area with alcohol, injected him just above the base
of his penis. Martyn was thankful that it didn't hurt in any way,
but he was concerned at what it was gong to do. She repeated the
process again, but this time the target was just below the adams
apple. "Ok that's all done, I guess I'll see you next when the
plastic surgeon has done her stuff" she said laughing, as she
gathered up her tray and left.
Emily, his wife, reappeared but this time with another woman
carrying a case, which she placed on the table. "Those two
injections were the start of your training. The first prevents
you from obtaining an erection, and it remains that way until an
antidote is administered. The second affects your vocal chords
such that they rise one or two octaves. It too is permanent until
the antidote is administered". Martyn's mind raced in confusion
and alarm, but he could do nothing to alter the situation. She
leant forward and released the mouth gag. The relief was enormous
as he gulped in large breaths of fresh air. "Look, please, Emily
stop all this nonsense and let me go" he panted. He was startled
to realise that it sounded like someone else speaking. A young
girls voice had come out. He tried to lower his voice but all
that happened was it now came out sexy, like a woman trying to
seduce someone.
"Perfect" shrieked Emily "He sounds just like some horny little
eighteen year old" she gloated. "Now lets try the other test" so
saying she removed her coat. She was still wearing the slaves
outfit and she pushed her hands back into the shackles. "Oh
Mistress I've been a naughty girl, please punish me" she said in
an adopted submissive lilt. The other woman took off her glasses
"Come here slave" she ordered in a mock tone of dominance. Emily
went over to her so that they were both standing in front of
Martyn. The woman slid her hands into the waist band of Emily's
leather bikini bottoms and roughly tugged them down to her knees
and then let them go. They fell to the floor and Emily stepped
out of them, shivering in anticipation. "Spread those legs bitch"
she ordered. Emily closed her eyes and obeyed. From his lowered
position Martyn got a perfect view of the woman's fingers as they
were thrust violently in and out of his wife's vagina. After only
five or six thrusts Emily's body shuddered with an orgasm. The
woman withdrew her hand and then held it up to Emily's mouth "Now
lick your pussy juice off my fingers" she ordered. Emily's tongue
snaked out and consumed the slipperiness. The woman then leaned
forward and gave her a long deep French kiss. Martyn could see
their tongues licking at each other greedily.
All through this Martyn had felt a deep fluttering roll in his
belly as lust had overtaken him. He had never felt so turned on
in his life, as he watched this strange woman dominate his wife.
After a short while he had begun to sense a dull growing pain in
his testicles as his penis had refused to erect. By the time his
wife was French kissing the other woman, the pain had become
unbearable. Finally he had begged them to stop, but all that came
out was this breathy young girls voice, sounding for all the
world like she was deeply excited. Then unexpectedly he had begun
to cry. They both turned to look at his crotch and then his
tears, and then turned and smiled at each other.
"Perhaps I should have mentioned my dear, but those jabs will
also upset your hormonal balance a little bit. You will find you
are now much more emotional than you were. You will cry much more
easily and your sense of humiliation and embarrassment will be
greatly amplified. Still it will be all the more realistic won't
it. You being a drippy little eighteen year old bimbo, who is just
coming to terms with her new body" she said laughingly.
The other woman went over to one of the wardrobes and came back
with some leg stirrups, which she attached to the chair. She cut
his leather trunks away and threw them on the floor. One at time
his legs were transferred to the outstretched stirrups. He was
left in the undignified position of a woman about to give birth.
From her case she took out a hair trimmer and proceeded to remove
all his pubic hair. She then rubbed in some of the depilatory
cream to finish off the job. Then she took out a false pubic
mound made of flesh coloured latex, complete with pubic hair and
the outer lips of a female sex organ. She carefully inserted his
limp penis into its inner sheath and then proceeded to glue the
rubber prosthetic into place. After her handy work it would have
taken a gynaecologist to detect that it wasn't a real female
organ. "The pee-hole now functions like a woman's, you will have
to sit down to pee, sweetee" she said to him. All through this
had come the plaintive pleas of "Don't...please don't" from a
scared eighteen year old girls voice.
Next came a pair of highly realistic silicon filled latex
breasts. These too were glued into place. They hung heavy on his
chest and rolled about languidly, just like the real thing.
"Quite a little stunner aren't we" his wife teased. "This is
surgical glue. It takes a special solvent to get them off, so
once again you keep them till I say otherwise". The other woman
closed her case and after giving Emily a passionate kiss she
turned to leave. Then she turned back and gave Martyn a gentle
caress on his new pubic mound. The soft latex transferred the
touch through to the sensitive penis inside. Martyn involuntarily
moved his pelvis with the hand and let out a little girlish sigh.
She removed her hand and smiled "My, what a wonderfully willing
subject you are. Girlie, you'll go a long way". Martyn was
mortified at his own bodies reaction and blushed a deep crimson
of utter shame. He turned his face away and the tears began to
roll delicately down his cheeks again.
"Oh please Emily don't do this to me, I'll do anything you ask of
me, just let me be normal again...please I beg you" he said in
his coquettish little voice. His wife roared with laughter at his
contrition. The door opened and in came yet another woman with a
case. She set it down in front of Martyn and turned to look at
him. She whistled "Boy have they done a number on you little
girl. You are going to be the sweetest little girlie you ever
saw" so saying she opened her bag to reveal make-up and a wig.
The wig was black hair with a shoulder length bob cut. She began
to expertly comb his hair and then smoothed it flat with a brush.
She then took the wig and applied some of the surgical glue to
its base. She pressed it onto his head and then brushed it into
place. Martyn now had a perfect teenage girls head of hair. A
head band completed the effect. Next she applied appropriate
make-up for a young servant girl. Bright red lipstick, a dusting
of blusher, light brown eyeshadow and a touch of mascara. He was
now so baby faced he didn't need any powder or foundation. It was
finished off with a dab of perfume behind the ears and between
his breasts.
When she had finished they untied his legs and tilted him back
into the upright position so that he could look into the mirror.
Staring back at him was a gorgeously sexy young girl flaunting
her full, voluptuous breasts. He couldn't help feeling both
appalled and elated. Appalled at what they had done to him, but
elated at such a sight of a beautiful young girl. The sight of
the naked girl was beginning to cause an intense ache in his
caged testicles. He began to weep again at the pain. "Stop that
you little pansy, you'll ruin the make-up". She unclipped the
glove from the chair and pulled him to his feet then lead him to
the door and out into the hall. In the hall stood a dozen women
or more. He recognised three of them as the ones who attended to
him. They all began to laugh and cheer and clap. Some were taking
pictures of him. He was devastated and tried to turn back into
the room, but Emily held him firm.
Eventually the nurse came forward and lead him back into the
room. He was grateful to her for getting him away from the crowd.
She ordered him to stand still while she administered three more
injections. One in his upper arm and one in each of his buttocks.
"The first jab will generally reduce muscle action throughout the
body" she told him "The effect of which, will be to reduce your
strength by about fifty percent. We wouldn't want a teenage girl
lifting heavy weights would we. It would be most out of
character. The second two will stop the buttocks clenching, like
a males do. Your backside will take on the distinctive rounded
female shape. Won't that be appealing. You'll have all the boys
after you now" she taunted him. "Please, you don't understand, I
don't want to be like this. It is all my wife's doing, it isn't
my idea" he told her in a hushed girlie voice. "You really do
play your part well" she told him admiringly. He saw it was
pointless trying to explain. She thought he was a pansy paying
for this, and was just playing the part. It was hopeless.
His wife was busy picking out some clothes for him to wear. She
brought them out and laid them over the chair. She told him to
turn round and then she removed the glove and collar. His arms
tingled in relief at being released. He thought about trying to
make a break for it, or trying to overpower his wife, but he knew
that the injection had already taken effect. He felt as weak as a
kitten and now his wife, or any of the other women, would easily
over power him in a fight. For the first time in his life he knew
what it was like to live in a world where most people were his
physical superior.
The nurse and his wife rubbed some more of the cream into his
legs and arms. After a while they removed it. It was the last
outward sign of his masculinity. He was now completely
transformed into a young woman. He was trapped inside a female
body and there was nothing he could do about it. His wife
ordered him to get dressed. He was grateful to be given the
chance to cover his nudity. He stepped into the lemon coloured
silk panties and pulled them up his legs. It felt strange and
erotic and it excited him, but this only lead to the now familiar
ache in his trapped crotch. Next he put on the matching lemon
coloured silk bra. The set was finished off with a delicate
suspender belt. He then drew on the white sheer stockings and
clipped them to the suspenders. He straightened up and looked at
himself in the full length mirror. He was entranced to see such a
beautiful young sexy girl staring back at him.
Next came the pale pink maids uniform. It had short puffed
sleeves, a plunge vee neck that showed of his newly acquired
cleavage, a tight bodice and slightly flared skirt that only
covered him to the stocking tops. He zipped up the back and
involuntarily smoothed down the front of the skirt with his
hands. Emily noted the feminine gesture and smiled to herself,
she knew then that it was going to be a walk over. He tied
the small white silk pinafore with an exaggeratedly large bow at
the back. The small white cap and four inch black stilettos
completed the uniform. He stood waiting for orders with his hands
behind his back and his head slightly bowed. He had taken a quick
peek at himself in the mirror and was deeply humiliated at the
sight.
"Your new name will be Suzi. You will not answer to anything
else, is that understood" his wife asked. He nodded in quick
compliance. "Now, I want to test something. Come here and stand
still" she ordered. She then gave him a long lingering kiss and
began to grind her pelvis against his, all the while squeezing
his bottom through the silk knickers. His testicles ached
unbearably and he began to moan with a mixture of pleasure and
pain. "Oh please Emily...please stop...it hurts so much" he
panted in his girlie voice. She broke off from the embrace and
sharply reminded him that as a servant she must call her Mistress
and not by her first name. He wasn't even aware that Emily had
now started referring to him as female and that he had accepted
it without question. "Turn round and bend over" she ordered. He
did as he was told and could see himself in the full length
mirror. It looked for all the world like a young servant girl
being abused by an older woman. Emily began to rub him
aggressively though his knickers, back and forth across the
length of his latex pubic mound.
The ache was enormous and he could only pant and moan in pain
and excitement. Very shortly it was too much for him and he felt
the familiar rush of an orgasm, but this time instead of the
usual relief and pleasure, he felt the sensation shoot inwards,
causing a sudden intense pain in his lower abdomen. He let out an
uncontrollable girlish shriek and his whole body shuddered. The
pain finally subsided and he straightened up. He could feel a
distinct wetness in his knickers but he was too embarrassed to
investigate further. "What's the matter Suzi, have you had a
little accident?" his wife taunted. "Here let me see, stand still
and hold up your dress". He did as he was told and Emily reached
down and tugged his knickers down. Sure enough the knickers were
saturated with mucus and his false pubic bush was matted and
soaked in the stuff. "Why Suzi, I do believe that you have wet
your knickers with that overheated little pussy of yours," she
laughed. "You really will have to learn how to control yourself".
The nurse, who had been watching the spectacle came over to
Martyn. She looked him in the face and said "It's all right, most
of the ejaculation will have passed back into the bladder. Only
the fine lubricating mucus gets down the urinary tract and out
into the world. It's very realistic, don't you think. When you
ejaculate it looks just like a real female orgasm. Aren't you
pleased with all our work?". Martyn/Suzi looked at her and didn't
know what to say, he felt so ashamed. His wife pulled up his
knickers and he dropped the uniform back into place. "Well answer
her Suzi" his wife chided. "Er...yes...Mistress Nurse...thank you
very much for all your work...it is wonderful" he stuttered in
his girlie voice, and then he curtsied for her without realising
what he was doing.
"And now Suzi your training really begins in earnest. When we
have finished with you, no one will ever suspect anything other
than that you are some pretty little empty headed maid, ready to
perform any task asked of her" said Emily. Suzi curtsied once
more and said "Yes Mistress". Suzi's torment was about to
begin...
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