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The Virtual Revenge
by Tina Douglas
Reggie was a bully. He had bullied his way into Sandra's life and once there, proceeded to bully her into agreeing to a marriage. At first, his abusive ways were tolerated by Sandra, because he was often very sweet and kind to her afterward. As the years progressed, however, Reggie's kindness seemed to dry up while his nastiness only increased to fill the void.
The situation seemed destined to worsen when Reggie lost his job, and the couple had to rely on Sandra to support them both. But, except for
the beatings associated with Reggie's initial reaction, the new situation served to improve Sandra's situation. Out of necessity, she had increased her workload at the computer company she worked for. Her efforts did not go unnoticed by her superiors, and several promotions rapidly ensued. Within a year she was earning more than twice their previously combined income. Rather than be upset, Reggie was learning to enjoy his idleness. He rarely rose from bed before noon. Spent lavishly on himself - buying a flashy new car, new clothes, a new television and new stereo. He treated Sandra a bit more kindly, but only because he now viewed her as something like a drone.
She did all the work, earned all the money - and he reaped all the reward.
But Sandra was no fool. She realized what was happening, and as Reggie became more complacent, her self-cofidence began to return. Soon, she no longer feared him, but stayed with him to formulate a plot of revenge.
Reggie's lazy ways became more and more extreme. He rarely left the house now, having all he desired delivered to him. Sandra was now too busy
with her work to clean up after him. Reggie used this excuse to have the house regularly cleaned by a topless maid service. Slipping the "housekeepers" a little extra money provided Reggie with their services as prostitutes as well. The insult did not go unnoticed by Sandra, but she waited patiently to spring her trap. She watched as he ordered more and more sexual toys for himself. His tastes truly ran to the more bizarre, and Sandra noted this. He loved to dominate others. He paid otherwise ordinary prostitutes lavish amounts to permit him to put them through unspeakable indignities.
One day, Sandra had everything she needed in place. Her plan was ready. Soon, she knew, Reggie would pay dearly for all his offenses.
When Reggie awoke one morning (at 11:30) he found a new toy waiting for him. Sitting next to his couch was an odd looking device with attached
wires leading into a wall-connection. There was a note attached. It said, "Enjoy our company's new virtual reality network interface, dear. Love Sandra." Reggie had become so self-centered he failed to suspect anything. He saw nothing odd about the wife he abused and insulted regularly giving him a gift. He noticed a detailed instruction sheet attached and set about learning how to make the virtual interface work.
Virtual Reality had long ago become a favorite toy of the wealthy.
The technology had improved rapidly every year, but the cost of the equipment had always been prohibitive to all but corporations and the wealthiest households. Sandra's company had pioneered the system which made Virtual Technology cheap and affordable to average households. The network interface allowed individuals to explore any nearly any V. R. environment in the world without leaving their home.
Reggie examined the connect node, attached it to the back of his neck, as the instructions specified, and flipped the switch to the "On" position.
The world about him instantly faded to black and he felt sharp electrical tingling throughout his head. And then he felt nothing at all.
The next thing Reggie knew, he was sitting in a large comfortable chair with impossibly brilliant swirling colors filling the air around him. He was quite comfortable, but confused about what to do next. Suddenly a soothing voice told him, "Welcome to the Virtual Interface. Please voice your destination, or you may browse through our destination catalogue."
"Well where is the fuckin' catalogue?" Reggie muttered to himself.
Instantly the swirling colors about him disappeared, replaced by a screen directly in front of Reggie. He reached out to touch it, and discovered he could pick it up. It was about as big as the Etch-a-sketch he had owned as a child, but it was filled with words informing him about various catagories of destinations for him to look through.
He quickly found the catagory he was looking for, "Sex." Within this catagory, he narrowed his search into "Sexual Dominance and Submission." He felt his cock harden as he glanced through the "Virtual Scenes" presented to him in the catalogue. All his sexual fantasies seemed to be here in intricate detail- as well as some he'd never even dreamed of. The possibilities seemed endless. He reached down and began stroking himself as he tried to decide. Finally he settled on one he found especially erotic -
"French maid, sex slave in English manor."
As he made his selection, he was allowed to custom detail the scene. While keeping most of his appearence, he increased his penis size to 8" and very thick. The sex slave was given a pink and white French maid uniform, and made a petite 5'2". Her breasts were selected to be C cup size; her hair was long, spiraled brunette; her eyes were green. When he was done "designing"
the appearence of his slave, he noticed how much she resembled his wife. "I'll have to get that slut one of these maid's outfits," he thought to himself. "I forgot how hot she can look."
Then he activated the scene and instantly found himself sitting in a high backed leather chair before a crackling fire. He was dressed in equestrian attire, and held a riding crop. He smiled at the perfection of the scene before him. This was going to be perfect!
"Gigi!" he bellowed, calling out the name he'd selected for his slave. "Come here, now!"
Instantly, the lovely demure creature he'd designed came scurrying
into the room, her skimpy attire revealing much of the luscious body beneath. Reggie's cock became larger than it had ever been before, his new size surprising and pleasing him. "Kneel before me, whore!" Reggie commanded. Gigi quickly obeyed. Reaching out, he grabbed her breast and began gently brushing his hand across it. He pinched her nipple hard and enjoyed the pained, surprised look that came to her face.
"Now, slut," he began very calmly. "I want you to unbutton my pants, take out my cock and lick it softly." She quickly obeyed. As the first spurts of his cum began to emerge, he grabbed Gigi's hair and forced her mouth down his shaft. As his orgasm subsided, he threw Gigi away, twisting her hair and throwing her onto the floor. "I'm going to like this." He sighed to no one in particular.
"Oh will you?" responded a voice. Reggie opened his eyes to see that it was his slave, Gigi, who had addressed him. She now stood before him without a hint of submission.
"Silence, slut!" he commanded. He swung at her face with his riding crop. The crop passed harmlessly through her, as if she was an illusion.
Gigi laughed cruelly. "You can't touch me, unless I permit it!" she spat at him.
Reggie rose and proceeded to discover that this was true, as several blows from his fists passed as harmlessly as the crop had. His rage boiled, but he was unable to take it out on this insolent bitch!
Gigi laughed some more as he strained to calm himself. "Oh, Reggie, you're making this more perfect than I'd dreamed."
"Who the fuck are you!?" Reggie demanded
"You self-centered bastard!" she laughed. "I'm your wife!"
"Okay, you fucking bitch!" Reggie roared. "I'll teach you to fuck with me like this! When you get home tonight, I'll beat your ass black and blue! You're gonna beg me for forgiveness for ruining my fantasy!"
"Oh, I don't think so, dear," she replied with a smirk. "I think you'll be doing the begging from now on."
"What the fuck are you talking about, you cunt?" Reggie yelled back.
"I'm talking about your future, dear," she replied in a mock - serious tone. "Things are about to change drastically in our relationship. You see, I've had enough of your abuse, and your free-loading. So I'm ending it."
"Fuck you!" Reggie snorted. "You're not leaving me! I'll hunt you down and kill you if you even try!"
"Oh, you're right, love," replied Sandra. "I'm not leaving. And neither are you. You're going to stay permanently within the virtual interface. And I'll call all the shots."
Reggie was unprepared for this remark, and stood in stunned silence.
"You'll be well cared for at home, dear," continued Sandra. "In fact I'm having you hooked up to an I.V. and will pay for your physical therapy so you never have to leave your new artificial world again. All your experiences within Virtual Reality are controllable, you see. And I hold the controls."
"No fucking way, bitch!" Reggie yelled. "I'll just take this fucking interface connection off myself. Then I'll beat you like you've never been beat before!"
"Reggie, dear, how will you do that?" Sandra asked knowingly. "Why
don't you go ahead and try to get out. Go on. I'll wait."
Reggie moved his hands to the back of his neck, and felt nothing but his own skin. Where was that damned interface connection?! He shouted, "Computer, I want out!" but nothing happened. After several more physical contortions, and many more profane shoutings at the interface, Reggie gave up trying.
"Now, dear, do you believe me?" asked Sandra, looking oddly superior though still wearing the frilly maid's costume. "I'm perfectly content to wait longer, if you'd like to try some more. I've waited for this for a very long time, what are a few more minutes."
"You've fucking got me, bitch!" conceeded Reggie. "What the hell do you plan to do?"
"You mean your entrapment isn't enough?" Sandra asked in a surprised tone.
"HA!" laughed Reggie. "You stupid bitch! You've `trapped' me in a world where I'm the fucking lord of the manor! Some revenge!"
"Oh my," Sandra replied, a smirk spreading across her face. "You are completely right! It wouldn't be much of a revenge if I left you as Lord of a manor!" She broke into a cruel and knowing laugh.
"What's so god-damned funny?!" demanded Reggie.
"You have no appreciation for the amount of shit you're in!" scoffed Sandra. "Everything about your virtual environment is programmable! In other words, it's changable! And you have no control over it, idiot! I DO!"
Reggie's mouth opened for a retort, but no sound emerged. He tried to clear his throat, but still no sound could come forth. Sandra laughed.
"What's the matter, oh great Lord-of-the-manor?" she chided. "Can't you bellow your orders anymore? You see, I control EVERYTHING here. Sit Down."
Upon the order, Reggie's legs immediately gave way, and he found himself seated against his will. When he tried to rise, his muscles would not respond.
A chair identical to the one he sat in appeared behind his former slave, and she sat across from him. "Now I'll begin to further explain your situation."
The Virtual Revenge Chapter 2
by Tina Douglas
Reggie inwardly fumed, though his outward body seemed calm. Sandra had usurped control of his movement and speech as a demonstration of the helpless condition he was in. But Sandra could see that his will remained stubborn and strong. She decided a more dramatic display was necessary.
"Now, dear," she began, as a glass of wine appeared in her hand. She sipped it slowly as she continued. "A domineering bully like yourself really must be out of your depths when faced with such an uncontrollable situation. Even as I control your every action, you continue to plan about how to escape and `put me in my place.' Well, I suppose a further demonstration is called for."
With a snap of her fingers, Reggie's clothes disappeared. Naked and immoble, he sat before her. "Ooohh! What a large cock you have!" Sandra gasped mockingly. "Really, Reggie, I don't think you'll have much use for such a large member anytime soon." Reggie stared in horror as his penis began to shrink. Soon it was no bigger than a child's.
Sandra walked over to Reggie and began stroking his tiny cock, as he was helpless to do anything but watch. "Is that all you can manage?!" teased Sandra. "Your fully erect cock wouldn't satisfy the tightest virgin!" Reggie merely watched as his stiff rod reached only a tiny 2" length.
Sandra's eyes lit up. "In fact, I have a better idea for that little pee-pee of yours," she said menacingly. "Put your legs over the arms of the chair," Sandra ordered, and his body obeyed. "I have a new surprise for you." Sandra cupped her hand over his penis and testacles, obscuring them from view.
"And now voila! The monsieur is now a mademoiselle!" With that, she lifted her hand away to reveal a perfectly formed vagina where Reggie's male genitalia used to be.
"Oh, this is too good not to savour!" Sandra laughed. "I think I'll let you speak."
"You fucking bitch!" Reggie screamed. "Put that back the way it used to be! this isn't funny!"
"Reggie, darling, it's absolutely hilarious!" Sandra responded. "Now let me help you explore your new equipment." Sandra reached her finger down and began gently caressing the lips of Reggie's pussy. As new feelings tingled through his body, Reggie's protests became more desperate. "Please, Sandra! I'll change. I'll do anything you want! Just stop this and change me back!"
"Oh Reggie, you're so adorable when you beg," Sandra teased. "But I can guarentee that you WILL change and that you'll do whatever I want right here." Sandra continued playing with Reggie's increasingly wet pussy, sliding her finger in and playing with what remained of his penis, now a pefectly formed clitorus. Reggie protested in vain, as Sandra held him frozen in place.
Soon Reggie noticed his whining voice rise in pitch. Before he could complete his sentence, his voice had adopted the high register of a girl! "Now what have you done?!" he cried.
"Darling, I justed wanted to hear you squeal properly when you have your first female orgasm," Sandra explained. The orgasm didn't take long. Soon Reggie's body shuddered and his voice began to cry out involutarily. Before he knew what was happening, waves of uncontrollable passion swept over him. The cries he emmitted were as primally female as any he'd ever heard.
Again and again, Sandra brought him to climax. Before long he was begging her to stop and tears streamed down his face as the intensity of the orgasms overcame him.
Finally, it was over. Reggie closed his eyes and curled up into a ball on the chair. Hardly noticing that freedom of motion had been granted to him, he sat and wept.
When he opened his eyes, Sandra was sitting across from him, now wearing the equestrian outfit he had worn earlier. She seemed much taller,
perhaps as tall as six feet, and the riding crop was in her hand. "Have you quite recovered?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Yes," he replied in his still feminine voice.
"Good," Sandra continued. "It was ridiculous for you to carry on like a wounded infant for having a simple mutiple-orgasm. Did it wound your tender male ego?"
Reggie glared at her in silence.
"Oh don't pout!" snapped Sandra. "Or I'll be forced to take control of your movement again. Is having a simple vagina such an indignity to you? Over half the world's population has one. But you've always been such a domineering macho man, that you can't get over such a simple little change
toward the feminine. I've left you virtually your entire male physique, yet you insist on acting like the world has ended."
"Change me back!" Reggie shrieked. The indignity of his situation was too much for him to bear. He jumped up from the chair and threw himself at Sandra. Before his feet reached the floor, he knew he'd made a mistake.
The room seemed to suddenly grow large around him. His balance went askew, and he fell to the floor.
When he rose again, he knew something was wrong. He was definitely shorter than he had been. Probably about the height of his fantasy girl, Gigi. That would mean 5'2". He noticed that he was now clothed, but not in his equestrian attire. In the pink French maid's costume! He was even more horrified to discover his own ample cleavage spilling out of the bodice! Rather than a riding crop in his hand, he held a feather duster.
"Now, my pretty darling," came Sandra's voice. "You can truly taste my revenge!"
Reggie was grabbed by his wrists and pulled effortlessly across the room by Sandra's strong hands. Sandra now towered over Reggie by at least a foot, and outweighed him by probably over seventy pounds, and Sandra seemed to be growing even larger and more muscular. Reggie's body was now as petite and delicate as the fantasy girl Gigi's was supposed to have been. Reggie was forced to his knees before the imposing form of Sandra. The situation he now found himself in was exactly the opposite he'd planned! Rather than sitting in mastery over a beautiful and delicate slave, HE was
now the slave - kneeling before his master! Or was it mistress? He soon discovered that it was to be the former, as Sandra's voice deepened to a baritone, and a bulge appeared in her (his?) crotch!
Reggie looked up to see a muscular man where his wife had previously been! His dark brown beard concealed features which still hinted at a resemblence to Sandra. "And now, my little slut," the baritone voice rumbled. "You will service my cock with that cute pink mouth of yours!"
Reggie jerked back, but was held from bolting by the man's strong arm. The man laughed, "Oh no, my pretty one! You'll stay right where you are!"
"Let go!" Reggie's tiny voice screamed.
The man simply laughed, as he easily lifted Reggie off the floor and pulled him over his lap. "I think you need another lesson," he remarked as his rough hand pulled down Reggie's panties. His other hand held Reggie's hands helplessly before him. Reggie's kicked his legs futilely trying to escape, but the strength of the man easily held him prone across his lap.
WHACK! The man's hand stuck reggie's exposed ass with stinging force. Reggie knew the blow wasn't strong enough to affect him normally, but his new body was more sensitive, and his flesh more tender. After only three more blows, tears were streaming involuntarily down his cheeks. As the blows continued, he found himself sobbing uncontrollably. The entire time, the man was reprimanding him, "You need to learn your station, little whore! I'm the lord of the manor, and you are my slave!"
Finally, the blows ended. Reggie was still sobbing, and couldn't find the strength to move from the prone position over the man's lap. He just lay there, weeping helplessly like a frail girl, and utterly humiliated because he'd always seen himself as a strong man. The man's hands now gently carressed his red buttocks, and with each carress a sooting feeling came over his pain.
As Reggie's sobs lessened, the man spoke. "There now, little one," he said in a calm, deep tone. "I think you've learned your lesson. Who's the lord of this manor?"
Reggie hesitated, but feared another spanking and replied, "You are."
SMACK! An unexpected blow reopened Reggie's tears, and he emmitted a loud sob. "You are always to finish your statements to me with, `my lord.' Is this understood?"
"Yes, my lord!" Reggie quickly yelped.
"Good," the man said. "And I will address you however I wish, but you must always respond. Is that clear, my pet?"
"Yes, my lord!" came Reggie's quick reply.
"Excellent," the man calmly assessed. "And now, slut, get on your knees before me, and lick my cock! And be quick about it!"
Reggie hopped down to obey, his fear blinding him for the moment to his shame. But as he found himself on his knees, facing a man's large cock, tears of shame filled his eyes as quickly as the spanking had. The man reached out and pulled Reggie by the hair, until his lips touched the tip of the great purple member. The smell of manliness filled Reggie's nostrils, even as he closed his eyes to shield them from this horror.
"Start licking, bitch!" came the command from his "lord." Reggie immediately obeyed. The tip of his tongue started out, licking the tip lightly at first. His inner "machoness" screamed at him to resist, but his still stinging buttocks urged him on. Suddenly, his pussy started to throb. Before he knew it, each lick of his produced a tingle of excitement in his
new feminine parts. From his clit to his nipples, each lick brought him an intense, but brief thrill! As a result, and without noticing, his licking began to get faster, and wilder! Soon his lips parted to permit the entire hard organ into his mouth. The pre-cum that appeared on the tip, tasted like ambrosia, and only added to the pleasurable fire that was surging through his body. Soon he completely lost his composure. He began to moan in ecstasy, and his sucking of his "lord's" cock became completely uninhibited. Loud slurps came between the moans. And as the hot, salty cum shot into his throat, he had an earth shattering orgasm. But the cum tasted so wonderful to him, that he slurped and swallowed every drop, still licking the tip as his "lord" withdrew from his face.
In a flash, he regained his composure, and the stunning fact of what he had just done hit him. His face turned crimson from embarrassment, and he tried to get up and run away. Unfortunately, his panties remained around his ankles from his spanking, and he sprawled to the floor.
Sandra's laughter filled the room, and he looked up to find her sitting where the "lord" had been. "Oh you little cocksucking slut! You were adorable!" she mocked loudly. "Some lord of the manor' you make! It's a good thing I had the forsight to correct the obvious error of your male equipment. The way you gave your lord' a blowjob has convinced me that you were destined to be a girl! And a subservient one at that!"
Humiliated beyond belief, he had no response for his wife. He just
pulled up his panties in an effort to spare himself any amount of dignity he possibly could. He had no way of knowing that the tingles of erotic passion associated with sucking the cock of his "lord," were produced by Sandra's "programming." He was so shamed because he thought it was his own reaction; that he'd secretly always wanted to play the serving maid to a strong "lord."
"Well now, my prissy little thing," said Sandra. "I have to be going. I'll allow you the freedom to explore the virtual network on your own some more."
Reggie's face lit up! He was free to leave this twisted fantasy world! He could choose a male body for himself as he explored the network, and tried to discover a way out! This bitch would PAY for putting him through this!
"I see you're happy to be granted some freedom," Sandra said coyly.
Not wanting to give her any reason to be suspicious of his intentions, Reggie held in his rage, and simply nodded.
"Maybe you've already learned your lesson," Sandra continued. "Maybe I can release you completely."
Reggie tried to contain himself, but obviously brightened even further at this suggestion. Sandra thought his smile would be particulary embarrassing to him if he could see that it made his new feminine face look like that of a "bimbo," but she witheld her comment for the moment. She was savoring the experience of stringing him along.
"Well, I'll think about it," she said. "In the mean time, I'll let
you roam around the net. I'll be back to check on you soon." And Sandra instantly disappeared before Reggie's eyes.
"How the fuck do I change my goddamned body back and get out of here?" Reggie thought to himself. He walked around looking for another "etch-a-sketch" to select his way to another part of the network. Now that he was left alone, he allowed his rage to express itself. But he quickly returned to being silent as the string of curses he unleashed reminded him of the body he inhabited when the words came back to his ears in his new girlish voice. He passed several mirrors in the great manor, and could not
help noticing the girlish sway of his hips whem he walked, and the drop-dead beauty of the body he now possessed. After all, it was designed to be the most sexually attractive female he could picture. And now his own dainty and demure appearence served to remind him of his previous degradation.
After an hour of searching, he gave up and flopped down on a chair in frustration. "How do I fucking leave?!" he screamed aloud.
"Choose your destination or you may select from our catalogue," the same pleasant voice he remembered from his initial experience on the network announced.
"About time!" he said, so pleased he forgot his annoyance with the feminine sound of his voice. "Catalogue!" he yelled happily.
Instantly, the "etch-a-sketch" shaped catalogue appeared before him. He switched through several screens, but he couldn't seem to figure out how to get out of the "sex" section. Deciding he'd had his fill of Dominance and Submission, he changed the catagory to "Online Cabarets, Clubs and Discotheques." Within the subcatagories, he narrowed in on a 1930's style club, called "The Falcon Club." It was described as a "Sam Spade" era gin - joint. Reggie figured he'd hang out, clad in a tough private eye persona, and try to forget his earlier experience, while he tried to formulate a line of bullshit that would convince Sandra to release him. This club sounded less sexually stimulating than most of the others, and he needed to concentrate. Besides, he knew the "Online Clubs" were public programming. Sandra couldn't fuck with his virtual reality body once he was in the club, without breaking several federal anti-hacking laws. He'd choose a male body before he entered, and he'd keep his male body when Sandra returned.
He selected a tough looking physique, with a scar and lots of body hair, and pressed the appropriate word to enter the club. He heard a soft ping, and then the automated voice announced, "Invalid persona selected.
Switching to pre-selected default." And then the room dimmed. Reggie didn't know what had gone wrong, and he couldn't remember picking a default persona. But he didn't have time to wonder, as the room suddenly brightened and he knew he'd arrived at the Falcon Club.
The Virtual Revenge - part 3
by Tina Douglas
As his senses reoriented themselves to their new virtual environment, Reggie knew something had once again gone wrong. Rather than the smoky environs of the "Falcon Club" he'd intended to visit, he found himself in the backstage area of some kind of show. But more shockingly, rather than the body of a tough, scarred private-eye character, Reggie found himself adorned in a feminine frame once again. No doubt Sandra had anti- cipated his destination and prepared this little surprise for him! His eyes quickly sought out a mirror and discovered, to his horror, that he looked like a tall beauty out of a 30's era detective novel. He stood about 5'8",
had long auburn hair (in a Jessica Rabbit style no less!), had a curvaceous figure that he estimated at around 38", 24", 38", and was wearing a floor- length silver dress, slit up to the upper thigh on one side and cut very low in the bodice. His makeup was lavishly overdone with cherry red lips, smoke and silver eyeshadow, dark blush displaying high delicate cheekbones. He looked like... like...
With a start, he realized he looked like one of those sultry voiced gorgeous cabaret singers of the pre World War II era!! But no sooner did the realization hit him, than a husky man smoking a cigar draped a white feather boa around his shoulders and began ushering him toward the stage entrance.
Reggie tried to speak, but found he could not. "Just relax and let the program guide you, doll. You look sensational! Now get out there and dazzle 'em!"
As Reggie tried to resist his walk toward the stage, he found he once again had no control over his movements. He was trapped in a virtual body locked into a pre-programmed sequence. While he could experience everything around him, he was powerless to change anything until the program ran its course.
Reggie waked out onto the stage in a slow, sexy stride and stepped up to a radio-era microphone, a big-band sat directly behind him. In the house beyond, (he noticed he was in the Falcon Club after all, though not quite as he had planned) the lights dimmed. All eyes turned to the stage as the music began. Reggie momentarily panicked as he realized he didn't know the song playing, and he was expected to sing. But his worries were soon over as the words came purring out of his mouth in a voice as sexy and feminine as any of the great female film stars of the era. As the song progressed, he began to move in a fashion so arousing and suggestive that he became excited himself. This only served as an unhappy reminder of his circumstances as he felt a distinctly unmasculine reaction, noticing a hot wetness between his legs.
Though there was nothing "X" rated in his routine (Reggie thanked God) he had little doubt that every man in the audience got a virtual "hard-on"
from his performance. In a way, Reggie felt more exposed and humiliated than he had being spanked by his wife.
But soon the performance was over. Thundrous applause poured over the stage, leaving no doubt that, regardless of his circumstances, Reggie was a hit! Awkwardly, as soon as the last song ended muscle control returned to Reggie's body. Fortunately, the subtlety of the performance program allowed him to continue to move in the same sultry way as before, though with the ability to go where he wanted or override the program completely at need. He had enough sense to continue to move as the deliciously feminine creature that had enticed the crowd, at least until he could get out of their sight.
Reggie's predicament needs some explaining to those unfamiliar with the laws under which public virtual reality environments were regulated. The first public virtual environments were the playgrounds of the rich. They allowed anyone with access to the enormously expensive virtual reality equipment access to hundreds of environments, promising complete anonymity and complete freedom to choose one's appearence in cyberspace. But as the equipment became more affordable, problems arose. The promise of anonymity was broken time and again, and virtual reality experiences were often used to blackmail individuals who believed their true identities would be protected while they explored cyberspace.
This and other related circumstances led to the establishment of federal laws which regulated the nature of the virtual reality network. Public and private environments were legally seperated in an effort to preserve the individual freedom allowed by virtual reality. The Public virtual environ- ments (Pubs) were more heavily regulated with specific laws defining what was allowed and disallowed in the Public areas of cyberspace. The promise of anonymity was outlawed, as it was too easy for programmers of the environments to break. It became entirely legal, however, for a Pub to ban alternate appearences, in order to protect itself from lawsuits. (Such a club was the "Falcon," in which Reggie found himself.) Though allowed the liberty to appear attired in whatever style desired, the body appearence (especially the face) was not allowed to be altered in these environments. Those desiring to experience life through another body had plenty of opportunities in the private sections (not to mention the black market sections) of the virtual
net. This law was strictly enforced to protect the proprieters as well as the patrons of the Pubs from lawsuits, blackmail, and other previous abuses.
And now Reggie found himself violating this law, in a popular and no doubt carefully monitered Pub. A simple logon check would find Reggie in violation of federal law. True, he himself had desired some slight modifica- tions in his appearence (a scar, more body hair) in order to "toughen up" his own appearence, but these slight bendings of the law, though technically still illegal, were generally ignored. A full-blown sex change, along with modifying height, voice, and nearly every other item of appearence was definitely not something that would be ignored if discovered. In addition to the embarrasment discovery would cause him (How were they to know he didn't choose to be a gorgeous chick?!), it drew a mandatory prison sentence along with a fine.
All this was running through Reggie's mind as he glided into the back- stage area again.
"You were terrific, babe!" the husky cigar-smoker greeted him. The program isn't half that hot! You added those touches yourself! We ought to
have you back every night!" The man beemed, obviously happy with the performance. Adding to Reggie's embarrasment once more, this man seemed to be under the impression that the sexy performance had been improvised, though in truth Reggie had no more control than a puppet on a string.
But, maintaining his facade out of necessity, Reggie smiled and thanked the man in his purring voice. The man was soon lost in the bustle of the backstage. Reggie found his way to the club floor, and wondered how to get out of here. He spotted the exit, and headed for it, figuring that it was the most logical possibility for how to exit the program.
Before he was even ten steps out from the back-stage, he felt a hand gently grab his arm. He turned, to find himself facing a handsome older man in a white dinner jacket and formal attire. He was invited to sit and have a drink. "Oh, thank you, but I'm in a hurry," he responded, as he pulled away.
But this was hardly an isolated incident. The rest of his trip to the door was paved with ogling glares, whistles, several brushes and fondles by swift hands, and three more invitations to have a drink. Somehow, he managed to maintain his composure and smile good-naturedly at the unwelcome attention. On his way out the door, a doorman placed a white mink stole over his bare shoulders and noticeably brushed his hand over Reggie's ample cleavage as he did so. But after that, he was out.
Never had the misty gray haze of cyberspace feel as cosy as it did to Reggie at that moment. The exit really did allow him to exit the program, and he found himself in a limbo-like environment very similar to the one he had experienced on first entering the program. Unfortunately, his body remained in the female form he was trying to avoid, but at least he was out of the sight of all those male eyes!
"That bitch!" he shrieked aloud. "I'll get even for all of this somehow!" But exactly how was completely beyond his grasp. For now, he could do his best to hide his humiliation in one virtual environment or another, until Sandra returned. Hopefully, he could find one Sandra hadn't anticipated, or left any more "surprises" in store for him.
First things first. He decided to change his appearence back to his own - MALE - body. "Computer!" he demanded. "Change my appearence back to normal!"
"You must first select a destination environment," responded the passionless computer voice. "Choose your destination or you may select from our catalogue."
"Catalogue!" he shouted annoyedly. The catalogue appeared once again before him. He scrolled through various screens, still unable to get out of the "Sex" area of the catalogue. He wracked his brain trying to think of an area he could escape Sandra's designs. Obviously the Public areas were no barrier to her revenge. Maybe a Private area would be better. Of course! Private areas were often run by independent programmers! If he found one of those, Sandra's company programmers might not be able to break in and alter the program! It was a chance he'd have to take.
Reggie's knowledge of the virtual network was very limited though. He tried to think if he knew of any independent programmers who ran their own virtual environments. Suddenly, he remembered one! Dan Gallagher was an old college buddy he hadn't seen in years, but he'd heard that he now ran his own computer software company and operated just such an environment. What's more it was an adult, X-rated environment (since that's where most of his college buddies interests lied), so he could access it from the "sex" catalogue he
had before him!
He looked up Dan's name as a programmer on the sex catalogue, and sure enough, it appeared. His environment was called "L' Orgy Chateau." A corny, B-movie name, but Reggie recalled it ran right up Dan's ally. Was it worth a try? If Sandra was able to access Dan's environment (and Reggie didn't know anything about how such programming and networking worked) and control his appearence there as well... it could prove particularly humiliating. The last thing he wanted to do was attend an orgy with his college buddy - as a FEMALE!
But by now he was growing desperate. He was fairly certain that Sandra had more humiliation in store for him when she returned. Now was his only chance to hide. She couldn't control ALL of cyberspace! Not even the entire federal government could do that.
Thus convinced, Reggie directed the catalogue to "L' Orgy Chateau." Once again, he was allowed to select his appearence. Hoping his last experience had been a fluke, he selected a slightly younger, more muscular and better hung version of his own body. He wanted Dan to recognize him so he could get his help in getting out of his predicament. Satisfied with his selection, Reggie initiated his entry into "L' Orgy." To his great pleasure, no voice announced a "default" selection. He would enter Dan's program as a male!
Reggie found himself at the door of a large French chateau in a country setting on a warm, sunny morining. He knocked on the door and it was promptly answered by a drop-dead sex kitten in skimpy French maid attire. The maid reminded him of his own recent humiliating foray, but he brushed this thought aside as his confidence returned under his restored male physique.
"Oui, monsieur?" she asked coyly. "What is your business at our chateau?" Her light French accent and enticing appearence provoked an instant hard-on, restoring Reggie's confidence even more.
"I understand there's a party," Reggie responded calmly.
"Oh yes, monsieur," the teasing maid responded. "The Master of the
house has a party every night! You have an invitation?"
This was unexpected. Of course the private areas of the network were just that - private. But many of them were open to anyone. Reggie didn't think that Dan's would be so exclusive.
"I'm an old friend of Dan Gallagher," Reggie offered. "I'm dropping by to surprise him."
"Oh, I see monsieur," the maid replied lightly. "Please come in."
Reggie was seated in a sunny parlor decorated lavishly, like the manors where so many B-movie orgies took place. The maid informed him that she woould inform "Monsieur Gallagher" that I had arrived, and wiggled out of the room. Reggie watched the wiggle closely, relishing the fact that now he had a body that could react to such a girl in a manly way. He stroked his hand across his hard prick to reassure himself.
Shortly, Dan arrived in the room. He looked almost exactly as he had in college, though outside of virtual reality he could be fat and bald now. "Reggie!" he yelled his greeting. "How did you ever find me here? I haven't seen you forever!"
Reggie exchanged pleasantries and caught up on Dan's life. Luckily, Dan didn't ask much about Reggie. He didn't want to explain that his wife supported him and that he was unemployed. Reggie was invited to the orgy, of course, and promised his pick of his two favorite babes to start off with. The conversation seemed to be going very well, and Reggie decided to use to opportunity to find out a little about virtual programming, and maybe discover a clue about how to escape his wife's trap. He didn't want to reveal his actual predicament to Dan, because it was too humiliating.
But as Reggie began asking about virtual programming, Dan became more guarded. Reggie tried to lighten him up with some jokes about Dan's paranoia, but though he laughed, Dan remained on guard.
Finally, Dan stopped Reggie's questions in his tracks. "Who the hell are you working for, Reggie?" The accusing tone in Dan's voice caught Reggie by surprise. Not wanting to confess his joblessness, he blabbered about working for an accounting firm.
"Which one?" Dan asked, sternly. Now Reggie was caught. He couldn't even think of an actual name of an accounting firm. Dan interpreted his silence as being something else, though.
"Do you know what I think?" he asked with a menacing glare. "I think you're a fucking corporate spy! I don't even know if you really are Reggie!"
"Of course I'm Reggie!" Reggie offered. "We went to college together! I can prove it!"
"Even if you are Reggie, why are you suddenly so interested in my business? Reggie hates computer programming!"
A tingling feeling was coming over Reggie, and his ears heard static. The room was swimming a bit, and going out of focus. All this prevented Reggie from formulating a coherent response. "Damn!" he thought, "Dan always was a paranoid bastard, but this is ridiculous!"
Reggie assumed Dan was expelling him from his virtual environment,
and returning him to the main network, but soon the tingling disappeared, his hearing cleared and the room came back into focus.
"What the hell was that for?" Reggie finally was able to ask.
"Just taking a few precautions, whoever you are," Dan replied. "I'm tracing your interface, so you might as well come clean with me. Who the fuck are you?"
Reggie's reply was interrupted by an overhead voice. "Line traced to point 23.410.AE.16.COM," there was a pause, "Astonishing Enterprises."
"Ever heard of Astonishing Enterprises, old buddy?" Dan asked sarcastically. Of course Reggie had heard of Astonishing Enterprises. It was the company Reggie's wife worked for. But Dan wasn't allowing him to explain.
"Okay, mister," Dan continued. "I have blocked your exit from this
program, so unless you have someone at your interface to log you off manually you're my softwear until your auto-logoff."
Apparently, Sandra wasn't the only one who could lock people into the virtual environment! Reggie had to think fast, and explain faster!
"Listen, Dan, let me explain!" Reggie stammered.
"You don't have to explain anything now," Dan retorted. "That line
trace taught me all I needed to know. I'm going to teach you and your fucking corporate buddies a lesson about spying on Dan Gallagher! You thought you'd pick up a few tricks about virtual programming, eh? Well here's a tip. Don't fuck with a programmer on his own program!"
Reggie was suddenly thrown across the room, smashing into the wall. As Dan advanced, the maid swiftly entered the room. Not even looking at Reggie, she announced to Dan, "Your guests are arriving."
Dan stopped advancing toward Reggie and turned toward the door. Then a cruel look came over his face. "Let them in," he ordered. "We'll be out shortly."
"Well, Reggie," Dan said witha smirk, "Let's put our differences aside for the moment and join the party."
Reggie didn't trust his paranoid buddy, but he was left without too many options. "Alright," he agreed as he picked himself up off the floor.
"I'll go greet the guests," Dan continued. "You rest for a moment, and I'll come back to bring you to the party."
Reggie was left alone, but he felt very strange. At first, the strange feeling was intuitive, but soon he began to feel physically strange as well. He sat down to regain composure, but the feeling kept growing. Finally, he
noticed the cause. His body was changing once again!
He pulled his shirt up to see what he already suspected was happening. Sure enough, breasts were quickly developing on his chest, and the rest of his body was assuming feminine proportions as well. He ran across the room to a mirror, just in time to see the changes complete. He looked at his reflection and saw a cute blonde, about 5'4" with shoulder length hair, blue eyes and D cup breasts! To make it worse, his clothes quickly reshaped themselves into a satin and lace teddy of virgin white, while his pants became gartered white fishnet stockings and his shoes became 3" spiked white heeled slippers.
"This way boys," Dan's voice startled him. He wfirled around to see leading three other men into the room. "This little dish is kind of shy, but see if you can't warm her up a little and bring her out to the party."
With that Dan left, and the three lustful men approached Reggie. To his dismay, he recognized all three! They were all old college friends of his! This was turning into another nightmare!
As the three men approached, they began to disrobe. Reggie backed away, but was quickly cornered by the men, who enjoyed the playfullness of their quarry. Soon Reggie was confronted by three naked and very aroused men.
"Listen, guys," he tried to explain. "You're making a mistake."
"Oh, no sweetheart," responded Alex, the most eager of the men. "It would be a mistake to let a little treat like you get away!"
With that, he grabbed Reggie by both arms, pinning them to his side, and kissed him deeply, his strong tongue delving deeply into Reggie's mouth. His protests were muffled as Steve and Curt, the other two, each grabbed one of Reggie's legs. The three of them carried Reggie to the couch, and one of them, Reggie couldn't tell which, unfastened Reggie's teddy. Soon he was as naked as the men, except for his stockings and garters. Alex was not letting up with his kisses, but his hands roamed all over Reggie's body. While this was happening, Steve and Curt were playing with Reggie's clit and laughing. In spite of himself, his pussy was soon very wet.
As he stuggled futilely against his ravishment, he wondered how he
could possibly escape.
The Virtual Revenge - Part 4
by Tina Douglas
"Hold on there guys!" Dan shouted as he entered the room. Alex, Curt and Steve stopped in their fondling and teasing of Reggie's dainty body, but forcefully held him down as they looked up.
"What the fuck for," Alex laughingly answered, allowing his hands to fondle Reggie's erect nipples as he talked to Dan.
"Yeah, Dan," offered Curt. "She's just gettin good and hot! Check out this juicy little pussy!" he said as his fingers pulled Reggie's wet vaginal lips open for display.
Dan laughed loudly at that. "I've got a little something special to tell you about this one, guys," Dan explained. "This little twot came in here earlier today and claimed to be our old college buddy Reggie. Remember Reggie?"
Reggie's three former friends looked down at Reggie in stunned silence. Finally, Steve offered, "Um... Dan. Reggie was a guy."
That set everyone into hysterical laughter. Except Reggie. He just
layed prone, pinned to the couch by three strong men, and shuddered to think what Dan was planning for him.
"Well, after all, this is virtual reality," Dan said as he calmed down. "This little cunt came in here looking exactly like Reggie, and tried to get invited to our party tonight. But I found out that this little bitch was really a spy from another software company. Anyone here think Reggie would presently be working as a corporate spy for a major computer company?"
They all laughed again at that. "Shit," said Alex, "Reggie was a good buddy, but he's probably a fry cook at McDonald's by now, the lazy fucker!"
"That's what I figured," Dan replied, "But how can we be sure?"
They got a little bit more serious at this point, ignoring Reggie's seductively prone form as they conferred about ways to check Reggie's identity.
Curt figured a line trace would identify the user, and Dan revealed that the line trace was registered to Astonishing Enterprises. A little more checking had revealed that Reggie was unemployed. A bit more - that Reggie's wife worked at Astonishing Enterprises.
In no time, all three of Reggie's other college buddies had reached the same conclusion: that this was a spy masquerading as Reggie, probably aided by information Reggie's wife supplied about her husband's personal life. Dan left the room to check one more detail out. "Have some more fun with the cunt," Dan said as he left the room.
"Listen, Alex," Reggie pleaded, "this isn't what it looks like. Let me explain!"
"Oh sure, babe," Alex replied with a smirk, "Why don't you explain. Like what's your real name, and which of us would you like to fuck you first?"
"No, listen!" Reggie begged, "I really am Reggie!"
"Stop guys!" Steve said. They reluctantly stopped their physical teasing and turned to Steve. "I think this really is Reggie."
"Thank God!" Reggie gasped. "Now could you let me up?"
"Sure," said Steve, and moved to do so. But he abruptly stopped, and grabbed Reggie's wrist. "Wait a minute! Reggie still owes me ten bucks!" he said angrily to his two confused friends.
"What are you talking about, Steve?" Reggie asked, trying to pull away. "I don't owe you anything."
"No way, Reg!" Steve said firmly, pulling Reggie's fragile body closer. "You owe me my ten bucks, and I want it!"
"Alright!" Reggie cried, beginning to become frightened again, "I'll pay you, as soon as we get out of here!"
"Oh, no" Steve replied. "That's not soon enough! If you can't pay now, maybe there's some other way you can make it up to me."
Alex and Curt guffawed, as they witnessed the mind game come to its conclusion. Reggie, now seeing the setup, struggled frantically to get away from Steve, who's iron grip held him firmly in place.
"Now, now, Reggie old chum," Steve mocked. "A debt is a debt, and it must be payed."
Reggie shrieked as Steve forcefully turned him around and proceeded to bend him over. "This might be worth something to me," he said as he slipped his hard cock into Reggie's pussy. To Reggie's disgust and horror, his female body responded eagerly to the attentions it had received, and his pussy was very wet, allowing Steve to penetrate very deeply on his first thrust. Steve pumped away, forcing a gasp from Reggie with each stroke.
"Yep, this is doing the trick, buddy," he mocked. "I'd say this is worth about... five bucks. Now how will we settle the rest? Do you have five bucks with you?"
Steve knew the answer, but forced Reggie to say no. "Then we'll have to figure this out." As he pumped away at Reggie's cunt from behind, he waved Alex around to Reggie's front. Reggie turned his head in disgrace as Alex's large member soon was held directly in front of his face. "Now come on Reggie. Be fair," chided Alex. "A good college man like yourself always honors his debts.
With that, Alex grabbed Reggie's head with both his hands, and forced Reggie's mouth around his waiting hard-on. Now Reggie was being pumped from both ends. Though he struggled at first, he was too easily overpowered by these two large men, and was soon obediently sucking and receiving the two cocks as he was expected.
"Come on now Reg!" Steve mocked further. "You're loosing points! I
want you to show me how much you enjoy this, or else we'll have to find some other way to work off your debt. I know! Dan has a bondage room set up! We could tie Reggie here up, and brand him, and whip him and shit on him..."
That was threat enough for Reggie. Ignoring his shame, he began to really put on a show - moaning and wiggling in pleasure, only half pretense. He licked Alex's cock like a professional whore, remembering every pleasure point he had experienced as a man. He worked to muscles of his pussy to really give Steve's cock the fuck of his life! In no time the two men came. Steve pulled his cock out and sprayed his hot cum all over Reggie's naked back. Alex pulled out too, spraying his cum on Reggie's face and ordering him to lick it up "sexily." Doing his best, Reggie licked the cum from around his lips, smiling like he loved it, and wiped us the rest with his fingers, sucking the cum from them with apparent relish, though inside he was revolted and shocked with embarrassment.
"That's a good girl!" Steve prodded, as he petted Reggie like a cat. "Fuck! After a ride like that I'm sure you're not Reggie, but I don't really care! No guy could ever learn to fuck and suck like that!"
"I'm back!" Dan shouted, as he burst back into the room. "And I know who this really is!" he gleefully stated. He grabbed Reggie by the hair, and dragged him around that way as he explained his new knowledge to his friends.
Dan told the other men that he had placed a personal call to Sandra, Reggie's wife, to find out if she'd admit to having sent a spy. Sandra was surprised by the call, but did some quick checking, and discovered that a rival of hers within the corporation was spying to try and beat her out of a promotion they were both in line for. Reggie was, of course, safe at home, and hardly even knew how to turn a computer on. Reggie continually tried to protest, but found that he could only make squeaking sounds, no words would come out.
"And this," Dan said, forcing Reggie to straighten up for display,
"This is Sandra's corporate rival, Christie Anderson."
"I knew that was a real chick!" Steve shouted.
"Hell yes!" agreed Alex. "She sucked me off like a pro! No way a guy could do that! Especially Mr. Testosterone - Reggie!"
They all laughed at that. Reggie suffered their laughter in imposed silence. He was sure that he could convince them who he was, if they would only let him speak!
"By the way, Christie," Dan said. "Sandra sends her warm regards."
The rest of Reggie's night was filled in a haze. He was led out to the orgy, gagged and naked, and offered to every man and woman in attendance. The only times the gag was removed was when his mouth was required for servicing a cock or pussy. He was forced to take as many cocks as he could handle at one time, forced to perform cunnilingus, and forced to masturbate for the amusement of the guests. His feeble attempts to resist were discouraged early on by public spankings and other such humiliations.
Suddenly, it was over. Reggie found himself instantly transported back into the familiar grayness of the virtual network; still on his back from his most recent sexual encounter. Sandra stood over him, and mocked,
"That was about the stupidest thing you could possibly have done! Dan always was a paranoid asshole, but I would have expected even you to know that you couldn't escape me anywhere! I told you as much!"
Reggie slowly climbed to his feet, his feminized body still aching
from its long night. "I wasn't trying to escape," he muttered unconvincingly.
"Cut out the bullshit, dear," Sandra shot back. "I know you too well for that. You were trying to escape by enlisting Dan's aid. You ought to know, dear, that I've considered all such possibilities. Let's go somewhere more relaxing, where I can further explain your situation."
With that, the grayness of the network gradually formed itself into the solid stone walls and masculine decor of Reggie's original English Manor fantasy. Once again, Reggie found himself clad in the frilly pink maid outfit and dainty body of his fantasy girl, Gigi. And once again, Sandra appeared as a tall, well built bearded gentleman, this time clad in a long morning coat, and Victorian attire.
"Fetch me a scotch!" Sandra's voice boomed.
"Sandra," Reggie's girlish voice protested, "please no more games now."
Sandra grabbed Reggie, easily tossed him over his lap, and proceeded to repeat the humiliating spanking he'd experienced earlier. Tears instantly streamed down Reggie's face, though he strained to hold them back. Sandra was amused, and enjoyed herself immensely as each spank caused Reggie's pretty breasts to heave and his quickly reddening bottom to wiggle in a vain attempt to dodge the next blow. After a short time, the blows subsided. Sandra's deep voice spoke softly over Reggie's sobs, "Now, now my dear. I think you may have learned your lesson. Are you ready to behave as a proper little maid?"
"Yes," Reggie's voice wavered.
WHACK A spank brought out a new squeal of pain and humiliation. "Yes WHAT, darling?"
"Yes, ma'am." He quickly replied without thinking.
WHACK Another blow brought new tears. "Do I have perky little breasts like yours?" WHACK "Or a plump little rear like the one I'm spanking?" WHACK "Or a juicy little pussy like this one?" Sandra asked as her finger probed the seemingly perfect female genitalia of her erstwhile husband.WHACK
"No!" Reggie sobbed.
"Then I'm not a `ma'am' right now, am I?"
"No, sir!" Reggie cried.
WHACK "But I'm not just some stranger either, am I? To be called `sir' like someone you've just met?" WHACK
"No, MASTER!" Reggie nearly screamed. His now softer and more tender buttocks were throbbing with pain. His will thoroughly broken, he was ready to say or do anything to end the spanking.
"How quickly we forget our manners," the masculine form of Sandra sneered. "I like master' even better than my lord.' Now get me a scotch!"
"Yes master!" Reggie blurted automatically, and quickly hopped up to obey. He quickly dashed to the bar and poured his "master" a scotch, and placed it on a small silver tray to serve.
"That's a girl!" Sandra complimented as her drink was served. "I'll make a decent maid out of you yet. Now kneel at my feet, and I'll explain a little more about your situation."
"Yes, master" Reggie quickly responded, complying instantly with the command.
Sandra was amazed at how quickly and thoroughly she had broken Reggie from a domineering bully, to the demure little maid that now knelt at her feet. Of course, it was only possible through virtual reality. But she wondered if such training might be able to condition him for real life. She smiled as she thought of Reggie's male body attired in the pink satin maid outfit, kneeling at her feet when she came home from work at night.
That would simply not do! Her neighbors could never mistake Reggie's hairy, pot-bellied body for that of a woman. But perhaps with some cosmetic surgery...
The thought would have to wait. She had more in store for him here
first.
"Now, little one," Sandra began, "I want you to know that the time you spend as my prisoner here will be exactly proportional to the amount of resistance you put forth. I plan to keep you here for at least one week. After that time, if I feel you've learned your lesson, I'll release you by unplugging your real body from the virtual reality interface. However, do not doubt that I'll keep you here as long as it takes to see you truly change your whole personality. I've suffered your domination as long as I will, and now I intend to turn the tables. You will learn to obey my every whim, and learn to enjoy it. For that matter, you will learn to obey nearly everyone's whim. You will learn humility, and servitude. And you will learn EXACTLY how it
feels to be on the receiving end of the sexual abuse you've been dishing out for years. Do you understand?"
Reggie's mind was awhirl. Half of him wanted to jump up and strangle this bitch of a wife, regardless of the consequences. The other half wanted only to agree, make her happy, and avoid more degradation and pain. Perhaps it was the stinging of the recent spanking that swayed his answer toward the latter. "Yes, master," he said in a whisper, eyes cast at the ground.
But Sandra was not fooled. She knew that Reggie's will was far too
strong to be broken yet. But she continued her explanation.
"Any resistance will add time onto your imprisonment in the network. I have arranged for your real body to be perfectly cared for indefinitely.
Your couch-potato existance for the past several months has made it virtually certain that no one will miss you. Now do you understand and accept your new situation, or is a further demonstration in order.
"No, master. I understand." Reggie responded, a bit hesitantly.
The hesitation was all Sandra needed to convince her that her bullying husband still existed beneath the seemingly complacent composure of her "maid." She smiled knowingly as she thought of the surprises and humiliations she had planned for him. Knowing that he remained unbroken in
spirit would make them all the more pleasant.
"Good. Then let us begin on a more positive note." Sandra stated. "How would you like to go out for a drink?"
"Yes, master," Reggie responded obediently.
"Oh, no. That attitude won't be necessary for the time being," Sandra replied, as her large masculine body quickly transformed again into her true feminine shape. "We'll go out for now as equals. But everytime we return here, I expect you to adopt the same subservient behavior. Now stand up, dear."
Reggie stood, still slightly smaller than his wife, as he remained in the "Gigi" form. Sandra looked him over closely. "Well, the body will be alright, but the outfit will have to change." she observed.
"M..mm..may I speak?" Reggie asked fearfully.
"Of course, dear," Sandra replied. "I told you the subservient demeanor was not necessary, FOR NOW." She emphasized those last words with a bright smile.
"Well, can I please have at least a male body for now? It doesn't have to be my own."
"Hmmmm," Sandra voiced as she seemed to give his request serious thought. "I suppose, since this is an attempt at a good-will gesture on my
part, we could reach a compromise."
Reggie brightened upon hearing this. His dainty female body alone was degrading to his macho ego, but the way it reminded him of his numerous recent humiliations was almost too much to bear.
"I'll tell you what," Sandra continued. "I'll give you a tough body, one more fitting to your usual demeanor, if you promise to behave."
"I promise!" Reggie was quick to agree, anticipating his body restored to its familiar male physique.
"Alright, let's go." Sandra said, and the scene immediately changed. They soon were standing in a very dark bar, filled with leather clad, tattooed and dangerous looking people. Reggie was glad he'd asked for a male body, because the guys in this bar looked like animals.
But as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the bar, he gasped...