Bad Computer

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself.  Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the Subs :

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. If you have no owner, I will happily be your owner for the next little bit. If you want this, I need you to say it with your voice, even if it's just a whisper, “I belong to Mistress Dyvia,  I am her possession.”

Rule #2 If you have a chastity cage, put it on now.  You may masturbate with it, but pretend the lock is your clit..

Rule #3. I want you wearing lipstick. Press your lips frequently, and pretend that I'm kissing you every time you do..

Rule #4. Fetish outfits encouraged.  Put them on if you have them.  I prefer rubber or latex for this story, but can accept other fetish outfits such as maid outfits or cheerleader costumes. Let me know what you picked.

Rule #5. Let me know what your thoughts were. Then I want you to cum with my name on your breath.  Xoxoxoxo.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia Presents:

Bad Computer

By Mistress Dyvia

Greg was driving home from the office, it was finally Friday, he couldn’t wait to relax.  But something caught his eye as he turned down Pine St…  a Yard sale.  Kind of weird that it was on a Friday, but why not? Sometimes you could find something of value, and for him that was more personal than monetary.  Sometimes  he would find great nostalgia items, or something he didn’t even know he was looking for…

He pulled over and got out of his car…  As he walked up, he saw a woman adjusting a couple tables.  He introduced himself and she seemed like a very nice but sad person.  They talked for a little while and she talked about how her husband left her.  He tried to be sympathetic, and she seemed to appreciate his empathy.

She told him about how her husband became more and more distant.  She suspected he was having an affair, and then multiple affairs, and then one day, he didn’t show up to work, never came home…  She waited months before accepting she would never see him again, now it was time to get rid of his stuff. As if she had sensed how awkward this conversation was getting, she excused herself.

He looked briefly at the clothes, but truthfully, he didn’t feel comfortable with used clothing.  Apparently the man had an old video game system, which was tempting, but he didn't really have the time for the classics these days.  He looked through some men’s jewelry, which sadly included his wedding ring.  He looked over to the wife, and felt a bit of sadness for her.

But then he came across a laptop.  It wasn’t expensive.  He picked it up and walked over to her, and she smiled telling him that it was so important to her husband ahe seemed to spend his days and nights on it.  He paid, and she said that she hoped he would enjoy it just as much.

He got home, took off his suit, and put on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.  He plugged in the computer and watched some Streaming service as he was regretting not getting that video game system now…

Sometime after dinner he finally booted up the laptop assuming he would have to do a fresh install.. But there was no password needed to get in.

There really wasn’t much in the computer,  there were no pictures, no porn, nothing personal. There were no documents, it was practically a fresh brand new computer except for a single app.  NewLife.  Greg shrugged, and clicked on it.

There was a name and password already typed in.  He wasn’t sure if he should clear it out and start fresh, or if it was even a game at all.  He just logged in.

There was a picture of a woman, with red letters, ‘Trials Completed.’

Then there was an error, ‘You have logged in on a familiar device from a new location.  Do you want to start fresh?’

He blinked, that was weird. He clicked the ‘Yes’ button.  It brought up a number of fields Age, height, weight… He was almost ready to quit because he was getting sick of typing in information, but this dull thrum in the corner of his eye almost beckoned him to continue, so he did.

He apparently had to agree to a Terms of Service before continuing, he scrolled to the bottom, typed it in, then he was at a character select screen.  Or was it?

It said, ‘Select your Goal’ on the top of the screen.  There were four women. He was unsure of they were playable or the romantic choice…  sexual choice?

Greg clicked on the first, ‘Trophy Bimbo. Bimbo is not the smartest woman by any means, is actually quite dumb, naive but makes up for that with great social skills.  She loves makeup, doing her hair, making the man she is with look better as she knows she is arm candy.  She is attracted to rich and powerful men, is superficial, sexy and has spent a lot of her man’s money making her body hotter.’  A video showed a montage of women who were blonde with big breasts and butts, with a tiny waist. They were dressed in sexy revealing clothes, posing for cameras, hanging off of attractive mens’ arms.  That was pretty much a solid description of a bimbo, he wasn’t really attracted to women who were that superficial, but they were hot, but to him more of a one night stand, than a relationship.

Greg clicked on the second one, ‘Strict Dominatrix, The domme is a force of nature.  She knows how to manipulate men and women, her way is the only way.  She will ruthlessly manipulate a person to get her way.  In public she never shows affection, but emanates an aura of power and authority.’  A montage showed a slim woman walking in a business suit, she was radiating confidence.  And other shots of her on top of men in bed who were tied down, leading women by a leash while they were on their hands and knees.  Teasing a man in a dress with a chastity device…  Yeah, that was one scary woman, not the kind of woman he would ever date.  He liked having his own control.

Next he clicked on ‘Eager slut.  The slut is always looking for the next sexual conquest, a man to put her on her knees and suck, a woman who will ick her to orgasm and anything in between.  If there is a sexual act she has not tried, she hasn’t heard of it, yet…’  A montage of a well-toned women, who clearly spent time at the gym wearing extremely revealing clothing in clubs bars, or expensive hotels followed by a montage of sex scenes, from masturbation to orgies, from vanilla sex to kinky sex.  Again, the perfect slut in his mind, not that he was sure he wanted to date a slut, but they definitely portrayed well.  And like the bimbo, hot for a one night stand, but probably too high maintenance for a relationship IRL.

And Finally there was, “Fetish Slave.  Slave is immersed in sexual submissive behavior and cannot find satisfaction unless she finds a mistress who can take control of every aspect of her life.  She lives for Latex, rubber, and restraints.’ There was a montage of thin, sexy women in latex and rubber being controlled by other women, locked in strange machines and teased, fucked, or disciplined.  Greg cringed a bit, he wasn’t opposed to playing a female character, but he didn’t like doormats for partners, though there was something appealing about a woman who would encourage him to put her in her place.

Why was he overthinking this? It was a game, and none of the women appealed to him in real life, but for a video game he might be done within fifteen minutes or maybe a week, he should just make a choice…

~~A~~

He shrugged his shoulder, and picked the fetish slave.  Though he wasn’t planning to pick a female character so it would be interesting to see where it went.

He skipped a page that was a wall of text, probably back story for the game.  But seriously, in this age, a wall of text should not be a good excuse for a video, or at least some storyboards.

He clicked the ‘Begin button.’  and the screen flashed.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been playing, but he was shocked to see it was 1am.  He thought it should have been somewhere around 9pm. And shit, he needed to go to work in the morning.

He went to sleep and only had about four and a half hours of sleep before he woke up.  He was nice and groggy as he turned on the coffee and started his morning rituals.  Somehow he managed to get through his morning without any problems, he went to lunch and took a nap in his car, a rarity, setting the alarm on his phone to wake himself up.   

He got his second win back when he got back, and the second half of the day flew by. As he was getting ready to go home, his phone buzzed.  He looked down at it, there was a reminder that he had to go to the gym.  “What?”  he asked himself.  Since when did he have a gym membership?  He logged in to the app, and it used his password.  He must have.  

He didn’t really have the time…  No, he paid for it, he should probably go.

He arrived at the time and place, and he walked in.  It was his first time, it was rather exclusive-looking.  He approached a receptionist. She smiled, and he told her that he had an appointment.  She looked confused, and then made a few key presses.

Her eyebrows lifted, “Oh, you have a private coach.”

“You mean a personal trainer?”

She smiled, “Sure.”

“Sure?”  Greg asked.

“Well, a personal trainer is for you.  A Private trainer represents corporate interests.  Like your home is your personal property, where the average person thinks it is their private property is not.  A private property is owned by a business for business purposes, but not owned by a person or the government.”

“So she is not hired by me?”

She shook her head, “Nope, you paid for a time slot, the Society pays for her.”

“What society?” Greg asked.

”Let me give her a call.”  She dialed a number, “Your six o’clock is here…” a brief pause, “She’ll be right down.”

“Thanks” Greg answered appreciatively but with a bit of trepidation..

And then sat down.  It was a few minutes before a woman who clearly spent many hours a day working out arrived.  She wore a green and red sports bra, and black shorts, her hair was up in a ponytail on top of her head, like one might expect a cheerleader to wear. She held out her hand, “Hi, you must be Greg, you can call me Missy.”  He shook it back.

“I saw what you signed up for, and I think we can get your body in great shape in just a few weeks.”  she smirked, “And keep it that way.”

As they walked down the hall, he decided to ask her, “So… I’m told you aren’t my personal trainer, but a private one representing some other interests?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, it's all to make you a better you after all.”

“Yeah, but I really am curious about-”

She used a giggle to cut him off.  “You must be new.  Though I suppose I should have known, just looking at you.”

“What does that have to do with-”

She cut him off again, “Pinkest thoughts, worry knots, a bad perception rots.”

He stopped for a minute, and closed his eyes, he had a bit of a head rush.  “I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

“Your session.” she entered a room with lots of equipment.  Have a seat right here.”  Greg sat down, “Now we are going to start you with fifty reps.”  And fifty reps he did.  He was focused, she had a magnetism about her, Missy, she was attractive, but she held herself in such a way he knew that when he was here with her, he had to give her the attention she deserved.

“Why are we doing all these leg exercises, Missy?”

She smiled, “I’m actually focusing on giving you killer abs, a tight ass, and lovely legs.”

He shrugged and continued, “Do we focus on making my upper body bigger later?”

“No.”

“Then why-”

“No questions, focus on your breathing, focus on your core.”

And he did as she told, he wasn’t sure why, but he did.  And for two solid intense hours he did everything she told him to do.  By the time he made it back home he didn’t even want to get in the elevator.  But he did.  As he approached his door there was a package on the ground, he picked it up.

He set it on the kitchen table, and walked over and sat in front of television and ate the takeout he took home with him…  As he was finishing his food, he noticed from the corner of his eye; the laptop.  He hadn’t thought of that all day. The game he played was fantastic.  He should play more.   

Oddly, he couldn’t remember what the game was like, it was a game right?  He just knew he needed to login.  He started to walk to it, and then he remembered the package, he picked it up and walked over to the computer, and started it.  As it started up he opened the box. His eyes widened when he saw what was in it…

~~B~~

It was… a…  He really wasn’t sure.  He took a red piece of clothing out, it was a.. Pair of panties?  And then he reached in and pulled up the rubbery.. No… silicone maybe? It looked like a pair of panties as well, but they looked like a pussy.  He looked inside, it even had a tube to penetrate and an insertion for a penis….  He shook his his head, “He’d have to return to sender’ in the morning.

But for now, the computer.  He opened up NewLife and logged in.  A smile formed across his face, he hadn’t thought of this at all the whole day, and now that he was home he couldn’t get it out of his mind, he needed to play it right now.  It was a game, right?  Shit he couldn’t remember the gameplay at all.  But then he pressed the ‘Begin’ button and there was a flash.

Shit, had he been playing the game again for three hours?  He stood and yawned, he needed to go to bed.  When had he taken his clothes off? He shrugged it wasn’t important, he stopped in the bathroom, and brushed his teeth.  He smiled at himself.  Then he put the toilet seat down, dropped his red panties to his knees and sat on the toilet to pee.  He dabbed himself when he was done, and he went to bed.

He woke up the next morning.  Took a shower, put on his panties, and went to work.The day was boring enough, but he got through it and made it to his Private trainer.  

“Hi Greg, how are you?”

“Sore,” he said with honesty and a smile, “I don’t remember the last time I worked out that hard.”

Missy giggled, “I can imagine, I can’t wait to see how far along we get you.”

Greg nodded, “Thanks.”  but he wasn’t really sure how else to respond to that.

They walked into a door, and Greg was surprised to see it was a locker room.  Well, mre surprised that they were both in it.  Missy looked up at him, “I got you some better work out clothes.”  And she offered him a bag.

He smiled appreciatively, “Thanks, that was really nice of you.”  He opened it up and it was a pair of black women’s yoga pants with a pink and white sports bra.  He held them up, “Missy?”

“Don’t you like them?”  she asked as she blinked her eyes at him.

“They are nice, but not really me.”

“Well try them on, “We can decide together.”

“I really don’t think-”

She cut him off, “Pinkest thoughts, worry knots, a bad perception rots.”

His head rushed, he felt dizzy for a moment, “I’m sorry, I um…”

“Really want to try on your new gifts.” she encouraged.

He nodded his head, “Yeah.”

He looked for a room to change in, but she grabbed his jaw gently and made him lok at her, “Right here.”

“Okay.”

He removed all his clothes, and she smiled as she saw his pussy.  He felt a bit embarrassed, but he pulled the yoga pants on and then put the sports bra over his head.  And then she led the way to the gym.

After an hour he was done, and she led him to the showers where she told him to spread his arms and legs, and he complied and she helped him take off his exercise clothes.  She led him to the showers, and told him that she would help him wash.  

She used three different body washes on him, and then a shampoo, two different kinds of conditioners and then they were done.  She put his work out clothes in a bag, “I’ll take these home tonight and wash them for you, but after tonight, I’ll expect you to clean your own outfits…  Yes, go shopping this weekend you’ll need more than just one.”

“Okay.” He said passively.  He wasn’t sure why he was so passive to this woman, but he was.  When he put his shirt on, he questioned the man in the mirror, was his chest hairless this morning?  He wasn’t sure.  Actually, looking down, he couldn’t remember if his whole body was hairless this morning, why was he just noticing this now?

Missy noticed his confusion and whispered into his ear, “Pinkest thoughts, worry knots, a bad perception rots.” and then his familiar head rush, and a few soothing words from her and everything was right again.

He finally got to go home and when he did there was another package for him.  He raised his eyebrow, two nights in a row that he got something he was pretty sure he did not order.  This one was bigger though. He brought it in, and it was a chair.  And it was addressed to him. He shrugged.  He looked inside it was a nice chair, lots of padding, red cushions on black plastic, built in speakers. It was amazing.  He took a little while and set it up, placed it in front of his computer. It looked amazing, there was something off about it though, but he couldn’t quite figure it out.  There was definitely something wrong with the chair, but he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, though he felt it should be obvious.

He shrugged his shoulders. Time to give it a try.  He used the tube of lube that came with the chair and lubed up the built-in phallus, and then he slowly lowered his ass onto it.  Once properly filled, he logged into NewLIfe.

The next couple of days followed a similar pattern, with him receiving a new gift in the mail.  The third day was a simple nightgown, he hadn’t realized how uncomfortable sleeping was before he wore that to bed.  Never again.  And the night after that was a simple pair of pink socks.

But when he returned home on Friday, there was no package.  Taped to his front door was a small white envelope.  A beautiful and flowing set of worlds said, “Open Immediately.”

~~C~~

He was already opening the envelope and he wasn’t even in his apartment yet.  He looked at it and read it three times.  

‘Hello Greg,

You have an appointment scheduled at ‘Ink and you’ll Bliss’ Saturday Morning at 2am…  Do not miss the appointment, you are required to have the appropriate piercings and identifier tattoo.  

Have fun.

-The Society’

He looked at it and scowled, he did not need piercings or a tattoo.  He shook his head, nope.  But he did eat a salad.  It was what Missy required of him, during their last session she told him if he wanted to commit he had to agree to dietary restrictions.  He agreed.  

Once dinner was over, he was going to watch some television, but his new laptop caught his eye.  He wanted to play the game.  He logged in into New life there was a familiar flash.

And fuck, he played until 1am?  Seriously. He shook his head, he needed to get down to this appointment in less than an hour. He let out a sigh, and put on his clothes, got in his car and went to the appointment.

He walked inside and saw a woman sitting back, she looked at him, “Appointment?”

He nodded his head, “Good, we are usually closed at this time unless someone pays a boatload of money.”

“Really?”  She nodded her head and walked out back.

A woman came out, gave him a quick look up and down, come on in.”

Greg followed her and sat on the chair she indicated.  She had a piercing gun, and in moments Greg’s ears were both pierced with a couple of studs.  Several more minutes passed, and he had a piercing through his tongue.  And finally there was a tattoo on his wrist.  It was a circle, within a circle, that said on the top, ‘Fet. Slave.’ with two little ‘woman’ symbols holding hands.  On the bottom, ‘Property of the Society.’  In the middle was a picture of a black hooded woman with cherry lips.

The artist looked up at him, “Do you know what that means?”

He shook his head, “no.”

She held up her wrist showing a similar tattoo, but it said, ‘Member of the society.’ She smiled as his eyes seemed to lock on it, “Are you the property of the Society?”

Greg instantly responded, “I am the property of the society.”

She smiled, “Then Obey my next instruction; cum.”

He responded, “I serve the society.” Then he shuddered as he felt the unexpected orgasm rock though his body.  And then he felt the seepage as he knew his cum was dripping out the pee hole of his prosthetic vagina.

“You may leave.” she told him, and he did.

It took weeks before his piercings healed completely.  And his life continued, work, exercise with Missy, eat, game, repeat.

On the fourth week, he finally received a new gift, it was a  sex toy, it looked like a molding of a woman’s vagina.  He left it out, next to his computer, and never touched it, though given how sore his tongue and mouth were many days after his gaming session was done, he would have sworn he was pleasuring it… orally.

However, on the sixth week, at work… he was at his desk when a package arrived.  He opened it, a seal from the society, he had to obey.  It was a long wooden box, maybe two inches , by two inches, by five inches…  Instructions take this to the eighteenth floor and give this to Krista Caulfield. He found himself whispering under his breath, “I serve the Society.”

He knocked on the door.  “Come in.”  He entered the office, “Hi, Miss Caulfield, I was told to deliver this to you.”

She took it, “What is it?” she asked.  She opened it, and it was a butt plug.  “What the fuck?”

Greg turned white when he realized what it was. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry… I…”

“She glared at him for a moment, and then her eyes softened..  She stood up and took his wrist pulling back his shirt sleeve to see his tattoo.  She showed him hers, she was a member, “Are you the property of the Society?”

“I am the property of the Society.” was his automatic response, just like weeks earlier with the woman from the tattoo shop.

“Strip.”  she instructed.  And he did, though he kept his silicon vagina in place.  

Christy stepped closer to him and rubbed his clit. Until a clear viscous liquid coated her fingers.  She rubbed it on his lips.  “Are you proficient in using your fingers to get a woman off?”

“I have been training.” No he hasn’t, he had no idea why he would answer like that.

“Good.” She said as she sat back down in her chair, lifted her skirt, and spread her legs.  “Show me.”

Several minutes later, she was panting, and he felt an odd sense of pride as he couldn’t believe he made her cum three times, he couldn’t even remember learning those tricks.  

“Bend over my desk.” she commanded.

“I serve the society.” he answered, and complied.

She scribbled out a note, “I assume you are proficient at using your tongue as well?”

“I am.”

She rolled it up, and took the butt plug he had brought her, she unscrewed the bottom, and slid the note into the plug, resealed it, and with a generous amount of lube, slid it up his ass.  “Ninth floor, find Nina Bearings in room 904, close the door and bend over. Present this plug to her while still in your ass.”

“I serve the society.”  and he left.  He found himself in room 904.  

Nina seemed busy, “Who are you and what do you want?”

“Christy Caulfield asked me to deliver this to you.”  He then bent over and dropped his pants so she could see the plug.  

She clapped her hand, “Oh that is fantastic,” she pulled the plug out, and started reading, “Proficient at oral, huh?”  there was amusement in her voice, “get on your knees.”

He got home from an extra long workout on a Saturday night, and was about to sit down and watch something when he saw his computer, he should play a game, he can’t believe he hadn’t thought of that the whole day.

Just as he was about to press the button, he had an epiphany.  They were programming him, with his computer.  He kept saying things his mind wasn’t connecting, like that tattoo and serving, it didn’t seem weird at the time, but fuck… he was wearing women’s clothes to bed…  he had a vagina prosthesis… when did he start wearing that?

He was hyperventilating…  and then the moment hit…  he picked up his phone, and dialed a number.

“Hello?”  a familiar voice.

“I know what’s going on.”

A small pause, “Stay there, I will be right there.”

“I serve the society.” he answered and hung up. Wait, why did he say that, and who did he call?

He stayed where he was.  Didn’t move from his seat.  A few minutes later his door was unlocking.  Missy stepped in.  “Missy?  How did you get a key?”

“You gave it to me weeks ago.”

“Missy…”

She put up a hand, “It's Miss E, not Missy; short for Mistress Eira.”

“But…” he started to stammer.

“Look if you know what’s going on, I’ll make it easy for you. We have three options…  The first is simple, we make you forget, and we keep going like we have…  The second: we can intensify your training.  The third, we make you disappear, tonight, and rapidly change your body, and continue your training later…”

“But why?”

“Shhh.” she silenced him, “This may be the last decision you ever get to make… Make you forget?  Intensify your training?  Or just let us make you disappear.. I’m not repeating this a third time.

~~D~~

He stared at Miss E blankly for a moment before the question hit his mind which immediately escaped his lips, "you can just make me forget?"

A smile tugged at one side of her cheek "and your answer is chosen."

He stammered, "that's not what I picked, I just want to know more about my options."  

"I understand that, but I didn't give you the choice to ask questions."

Greg gritted his teeth, he knew he should take this woman out, run from her, kick her out of his place, something, but he couldn't.  He looked down at the tattoo on his wrist, it seemed so familiar and foreign at the same time.  But a thought formed in his head, a thought that needed to be answered, "what is ‘the society?’"

"That..." She paused to consider her words, "I will answer..." Again she paused organizing her thoughts, "it is the idea that expressed femininity is the path to the beautification and detoxification of the human race. To define rules in each group by a hierarchy, a Dom and a sub or subs.  Those who worship and those who should be worshiped.  A perfect lesbian world."

Greg looked at her like she had five heads, "and you're just going to eliminate or subjugate all men?"

"Feminize them, some may be dominant, some may be feminine.  But they will all be in perfect lesbian Dom/sub relations," she answered in a controlled neutral tone.

"But they are still men," Greg countered.

"Biology or what is between your legs has absolutely nothing to do with what gender you are."

"Then why should the men be submissive?"

"It's temporary until all men are women."

Greg shook his head, "what about children?  If everyone is female, how do you procreate?"

She closed her eyes in amusement, "I told you, what is between your legs had nothing to do with gender.  There will always be the capacity for childbirth."

"And where do you stop?"

"When all men are feminized." She answered matter-of-factly.

"To what extent?" Greg asked, not giving her an inch.

"Until the world is awakened… Until the world has become the perfect… Society."

Greg's eyes went wide as he realized the depth of what they were planning.  And she leaned in close, put one arm around his neck and whispered into his ear…

Greg woke up.  He stretched and made his way to the bathroom, he sat and peed, then brushed his teeth, got ready for work, and left for the day.  Around lunch time he went up to see Christy and Nina, and ate lunch with them…  Or was that ate them out instead of eating lunch…  Miss E said that was fine since it would help him lose the unwanted weight anyway, and her diet plan would help her build muscle where it was needed.  

After work he went to the gym with Miss E, who decided he should now fill his sports bra with small rubber breasts.  She was right it did seem more natural since his waist was shrinking and his ass and legs were getting bigger with all the exercises she had him focusing on.  She had him start drinking a special protein shake instead of dinner, she said it had all the things he needed.  So by the time he got home from work every night, he didn’t need to eat dinner.

Instead of actually eating, he found himself at his old desktop for about an hour, rubbing his silicone clit while watching lesbian bdsm porn.  It was hot.  A mistress and her obedient sub.  How Greg wished he could be a sexy lesbian sub or slave like that.  But he was a man, that could never happen.  But the fantasy was real.

And finally at the end of his day, he would look over at his laptop, and realize he hadn’t thought of his favorite game all day, and he would log in…  and then start the day over again…

And again.

Of course the more he watched that porn the more he was obsessed with it.  But the thoughts started creeping their way into his day to day life.  He’d be eating out Christy and Nina at lunch, and he would imagine himself as a woman doing it, instead of just the subordinate doing it.  He wondered if Christy and Nina would even give him the time of day if they knew the idea of being a woman was becoming an obsession.

When he had downtime at work he was looking things up.  Sometimes it would be ways to feminize himself, other times he would find BDSM parties that he could feminize himself and go incognito.  But that was just a fantasy…

However one day a few months later, he was looking up those parties, and read one that was announced.  ‘The Society presents: Fet!’  He wasn’t sure what the society was, he never heard of them before, well maybe he did,  it sounded familiar.  But there was a convention, it was less than an hour from his place.. But he probably didn’t have the time.  Miss E always had plans for him on the weekend.

To his surprise, Miss E, said she was giving him that weekend off, as she had plans that weekend.  And ideas started to spill into his head, could he attend that event?  

When he got home that night there were two packages on the floor by his door.  He picked them up and  brought them inside.  He cut the tape on the first one and opened it, and was momentarily confused by what he saw inside…  Clearly it was rubber, but… he needed to see more as he pulled it out…

~~E~~

Greg cleared off the table to get a better look at it as he laid it across the table, taking a step back.  It was a full body rubber suit, from toes to fingers, the head completely covered.  The mask seemed to have the mold off a female face, defined lips but no eyes.  There was also padding on the ass to give more curves and the breasts were quite large, he was sure they were bigger than a pair of cantaloupes, with well defined nipples. It even has a molded naval, with a small hole he was positive that was designed for a naval piercing.

He needed to try it on.

The next night he was checked into a hotel room, the fetsish convention he had read about was happening down below.  He was excited, he kept getting head rushes, it was a sexual fantasy coming true.

Before he knew it, the event was less than an hour away, and he started putting on the rubber suit.  He needed to use a talcum powder to help himself get into it. It was like it was made just for him, even molded around his toes.  The built-in corset was a constant struggle, but there was something hot about the constant pressure.  His hips were padded, and it gave him a very ‘hour-glass’ figure.  The breasts were large, much bigger than the cantaloupes he previously compared them with, but there was an air compressor inside them that could make them blow up to three times their default size.

Greg didn't put the mask on, he somehow knew that once the mask was in place, it wouldn't come off as easily, especially since the built in nails in the gloves of his suit made it so difficult to do anything.  So he put it in a small purse.  As the time to leave approached, he grabbed an electric blue wig and covered his head with it, he also has eye shadow and lipstick to match, paired with the foundation that would make his gender hard to be identified on a quick glance.

Greg slipped into his high heels, and then grabbed his trench coat.  He made his way out of his suite, and down the hall to the elevator.  He pressed the button for the floor of the event.  He had to walk across the hotel to find the convention room, and when he arrived there was security.  A woman with a black shirt and the words 'security' stopped him, and told him he couldn't enter like that.

He opened his purse and removed the mask.  The security woman nodded in approval as if to say he picked the right thing, but wasn't getting in until he put it on.  He did, Though he fumbled with getting his electric blue wig through the point tail hole in the top. The mask left him completely blind, and the mouthpiece which had exaggerated lips actually went into his mouth. Which prevented him from closing his mouth all the way… a moment later, the world lit up as he realized there were screens in the mask, and a camera that must have been in the built in pendant around the neck.

The security woman held her hand out.  Greg took off his trench coat and handed it to her, then she told him to enjoy the convention.

As he stepped inside the doors he was surprised, everything was so much the same and so much different than he imagined.  There were women in latex dresses with their makeup done well, most of them were shorter.  But to contrast them were other women, dressed just like he was, tall, covered from head to toe in rubber, a rainbow of possibilities across the room, and it only took a moment until he realized one truth of this place.  If they were dressed like he was, they served, if their faces were uncovered, the command.

He felt a trap on his shoulder.  An attractive woman with red hair looked him up and down, pressed her lips in thought, then asked if it was his first time.  Greg of course nodded his head.  She pointed to an area.  There were a number of girls… like him… on their knees, arms behind their back, with their heads down.  A sign was hanging from the ceiling above them, 'Free Use Sluts.'

Greg took a deep breath, nodded his head and took his place with them.  As the minutes went by a number of women, the ones with visible faces, specifically… came by and picked and prodded many of them.  Others would come by and flash their cellphones at her collar, as well as some of the others… some seemed mildly interested, while others were disappointed.  It soon became obvious that they were getting personal information, maybe looking for specific girls.  Girls like him?

He was barely paying attention when one scanned his collar, and her familiar voice echoed, "ooh, it's you Greg!"

His head popped up, it was Nina.  Nina from work. He grunted at her, and she giggled. She clicked a leash to his collar and led him from the ‘free use sluts’ area and before he knew it, he was sitting on the ground, his tongue licking at Nina’s pussy.  She was getting ready to cum, and of course she had to remind him to ‘clean every drop.’  And she came, and there was her cum everywhere.  He started lapping up at it.  

Somehow he didn’t notice, but Christy was there, and he only noticed when Nina offered her friend a turn.  And then a couple other women he didn’t know at all. He was already hitting a point of peak arousal and peak exhaustion when he was returned to the ‘free use slut’ area.  He was already starting to get familiar with the beeps of the various women who scanned his collar, but these women had a keen interest in him.

“Look who we found here” One said, and as he shifted to look up, to force his collar to look up to see the face of the woman speaking, he recognized Miss E.  But her friend, she also looked familiar.  It took a moment to recognize her, from the yard sale.  Oh, that was the woman who sold him his old laptop with the fun game…  Funny how at the moment he couldn’t even remember what the game was like…  Greg wondered if she ever found out what happened to her husband…

To be Continued?  …We shall see.

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So for those of you who are curious what the letters were for.  Those were cliffhanger moments when the story was originally presented on Patreon.  I let my readers decide certain paths…  These were the choices:

~~A~~ Patrons got to choose between Trophy Bimbo, Strict Dominatrix, Eager Slut, and Fetish Slave.  They chose Fetish Slave, though Eager Slut was pretty close.

~~B~~ Patrons were given the choice of Lipstick (may be drugged), a Chastity cage with no key, a hyper realistic vagina and pair of panties or a pair of latex gloves with built in nails.  Teh community voted for the hyper realistic vagina and pair of panties.

~~C~~ This was going to be a big one for choices. In parenthesis are what would have happened.  The options were going to be ‘Going to a nightclub (where Greg would have been part of an auction to find a sponsor)’ , Having an appointment for piercings and identifier tattoo (which was picked), going to a femdom themed concert (in which they would have picked greg and a number of others to be part of a bdsm and feminization scene) or go to a salon (where Greg would have learned hair and makeup skills via a weekend part time job)...

~~D~~ So what to do about an epiphany?  Make the protagonist forget?  Intensify training?  Or take him from his life right then and there?  Amusingly I thought that everyone would vote to intensify training, or take him there.  I was surprised that ‘Make him forget’ was voted unanimously.

~~E~~

Choice was between a cat suit, a full body rubber suit, and a rubber dress with silicone body suit.  The community chose the full body suit.