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 Jenny I were best friends.  Most people couldn’t understand how a guy and a girl could get along as well as we did without falling in love… or at least falling into bed.  But Jenny and I both subscribed to the same belief.  We both wanted to have a perfect, long term, romantic relationship and we believed that the best relationships were with people who were different from each other.  And while Jenny and I weren’t necessarily twins, we both loved many of the same things and felt the same way about almost everything. 

We were both politically liberal feeling that equal rights should be granted to everybody.  We were both financially ‘bad’ with money feeling that living life to its fullest was worth more than saving up for something later.  We both loved good deep dramatic movies while at the same time enjoyed going and watching the latest Marvel super hero flicks.  The closest we ever got to having sex with each other was one drunken night at a New Year’s Eve party where we learned we were both pleasers in bed… our argument wasn’t about who got to be on top, it was about who got to go down on the other first.  We both just ended up naked and laughing in each other’s arms as we realized we’d both need a stronger lover to take control in bed. 

In the years that passed, Jenny got the opportunity to experience that.  She had a few boyfriends that took charge in the bedroom and more.  Me, on the other hand, never met that strong-willed woman who could guide me into pleasing her in that deeply satisfying way.  I actually tried to live a little vicariously through Jenny in that way, asking her what it was like with her lovers.  I tried to keep it gender neutral as I had no interest in men, just in having that dominant personality taking control in that intimate way.   

Jenny hated to admit it, but in some ways she was a guy’s guy.  She liked to go to the bar with me, throw back some beers with every intention of getting drunk and playing pool all night long.  She loved watching football and even played some pickup basketball with me and the fellas at the gym.  And I hate to admit it but, in some ways, I was a girly girl.  I loved it when a movie hit me right in the feels and wouldn’t ever try to hide my tears from a sad film.  I liked people taking care of me and if the guys suggested something to do I’d almost always support it even if I’d honestly rather do something else.  And my style was on point at all times.  From designer shoes to tailor made suits, I was quite the clothes horse.  I’d even pull Jenny shopping when there was some great sale on designer jeans.

I was actually first to experience that new virtual reality shop.  I’d heard all the bad press about it, that their tech could actually hurt people’s minds, but I was a sucker for a fantasy and wanted to try it.  The tech looked bored as I filled out my ‘fantasy’ session, but I was surprised a how much detail they wanted.  I just figured driving a race car would be enough and I’d take any preset VR scenario they had.  But I got to decide on the car type, the specific race track, the weather, the time of day, my competition, and even my own body and knowledge.  I of course picked a muscular experienced driver taking on all the modern competition on a bright and sunny Memorial Day in Indianapolis. 

Where I expected them to sit me into some kind of simulator and put some glasses or helmet on me, they instead had me strip naked and slip into some kind of floating isolation chamber.  While I floated buoyantly in the water they attached some electrodes to my temples and then closed the door.  Before I could understand what was happening I found myself sitting behind the wheel of an Indy race car.  I could feel the wheel in my hands and see the glint of sunlight off the racing visor in front of my eyes.  When the engines rared to life I could feel the rumble everywhere in my body and my ears actually hurt from the noise.  It didn’t take long for me to accept this as reality and what felt like a full 4 hours of race time actually only took 10 minutes of VR time.  The most surprising part though wasn’t the realism of it… the tech had explained that they put the images and sensations directly into my mind… it was the fact that I knew how to race that car.  I knew how to work the pedals to slow down just enough around the corners and what line to take for the best use of speed.  And when I was finished, I physically felt like I’d been in there for the full race.  My muscles actually ached, and my eyes were still squinting from the bright sun even though it was cold and chilly out. 

The only disturbing thing was the memories.  Or rather the knowledge in the memories.  When I sat in my car to drive home I had a moment where the controls didn’t make sense, because I was expecting them to be the Indy Car controls.  And when I got onto the highway I nearly crashed as I stomped on the gas and tried to pass someone, using the oncoming lane to do it.  It was actually difficult to get the mindset of being a racecar driver to go away.  But even with that problem, I still had to share this with Jenny.

The next weekend I dragged Jenny there and set up something she’d always wanted but had barely ever talked about.  I’d worked this up with the tech in advance, so she wasn’t aware of what was going to happen until she was floating in the chamber.  15 minutes later when she came out she had a hard time describing it, but she’d experienced exactly what I’d set up for her.  She had got to be Batman.  Instead of four hours like I had for my race, she had actually spent a full day as the caped crusader.  Like me her body ached where she fought against Bane and like me she had some lasting affects.  For example, when we got home and I jokingly tried to push past her into the kitchen she effortlessly kicked my feet out from under me and pounced atop of me.  Before either of us knew what was happening she had the phone cord detached from the wall and had my hands tied behind my back.

I had gotten the affects out of my head after a few days, but Jenny’s affects took almost two weeks to go away.  And now that I was seeing it from the outside I could see that it was more than just muscle memory or instinct.  It was her behavior changing.  The most fearful example was one night finding her crouched up on the railing to our balcony.  She was just crouched there listening to the sounds of the city, looking for all intents like she was about to jump down the four-story building and start fighting crime. 

It was scary enough that I started to read up on the technology the company was using.  To say what I learned was shocking was to undervalue my feelings by a magnitude of ten.  Not only was this technology never intended for this use, it was designed with the intent of changing someone permanently.  Evidently it was banned in dozens of countries and was currently still supposed to be in testing here in the States. 

I knew that Jenny would be really bothered by that knowledge, especially since the longer time spent in that virtual reality made the affects more permanent.    My four-hour trip would certainly fade completely way, but Jenny’s twenty four hours might have some lasting effects.  So I just told her that I’d read up on it and that we probably shouldn’t ever use it again.  She agreed, but there was something behind her eyes that told me she might have some other ideas.  I should have pursed that thought, but I just let it go. 

Months went by and I forgot about the company, figuring it would just go out of business once the news hit.  When my birthday came Jenny insisted on making it as special as she could.  She said she wanted to make my dreams come true and while she wore a fancy black dress had me dress up to the nines in a designer suit.  I soon found out that she meant it has a reversal of sorts.  She insisted on driving us to the fancy restaurant and had the reservations set up in her name… as in the reservations were for Mr and Mrs Jenny Bouvier.  She’d obviously set this up with the staff as they all referred to her as Sir or Mr Bouvier while they referred to me as Miss or Mrs Bouvier.  They even pulled out my chair while Jenny sat herself.  Jenny picked out the wine, ordered my food, and even had the staff come out and sing happy birthday to ‘her little wifey’.  My face must have blushed seven shades of red, but deep down I was really enjoying it.  Sure, the humiliating looks I got from the other customers was a little hard to take, but being treated as a girly girl was something I’d secretly always wanted to experience. 

Once we got back into the car… Jenny wrapped a blindfold around my eyes and told me the next part was going to be a real surprise.  After a fairly long drive in silence she guided me into a building and into a smallish room.   When she started to take my clothes off I tried to protest.  After all, we’d been down this road before and knew it wouldn’t work, but she quickly and firmly shushed me quiet.  Once I was nude she tied my hands behind my back, at which point my erection came to full mast.  As I heard her undress, I thought that maybe I was wrong all those years ago.  Maybe Jenny not only knew of my desires but had the wherewithal to be that strong dominant lover I was looking for. 

When we were both nude, she guided me into a shallow pool and had me lie down.  When I was still and floating, she gave me a kiss, whispered happy birthday into my ear, and then placed the electrodes on my temples.  When I realized she was putting us into the VR chamber I tried to scream out no but before I could my reality shifted. 

Instead of floating I found myself kneeling on a pillow.  My hands were still tied behind my back and I could feel that I was still nude.  Looking up I saw Jenny, also nude and told her that we needed to get out of here.  Or, at least that’s what I wanted to do.  Instead I just remained kneeling with my lips closed.  Jenny smiled and stretched, and I could see that this wasn’t really her.  It was some perfect version of her.  Her face was a little more beautiful and her skin was a little more smooth.  Her breasts were a little more perky and she was missing that scar where she broke her collar bone years ago.  Her smooth voice started explaining what she had in mind while my mind reeled from what I was hearing. 

Jenny told me that she knew I had always wanted to experience that submissive side of sex but that two things were stopping me.  That first there were no women who would take me under their guiding wing… that would dominate me without me paying an extreme amount of money for that privilege.  And that the second thing stopping me was from even considering the fact that I was really far more feminine than I could accept.  That if I just let myself be more like a girl, dressing up and acting like a girl, that I could find some strong man to dominate me.  I could feel my eyes widen in surprise and she evidently took that as a denial as she continued.  She told me how I seemed to get so excited when she told me about how her boyfriends would take her in the bedroom.  How she felt so feminine and submissive as they forced her to do sexual acts that she couldn’t even accept until they’d been forced upon her. 

It was at that point that I tried to move.  I couldn’t get myself to stand up but I did shake my body just enough to feel my breasts sway to and fro.  I gasped in surprise as realization flowed through me and Jenny’s voice confirmed what I was feeling.  She told me that she had worked with the tech for a few weeks on this fantasy and that while she’s taken away a few flaws from her own body, she’d made my virtual self completely feminine.  When she told me to look down at it I nodded down and could see my own pale smooth skin with the two perfectly shaped breasts heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath.  When I looked back up at her I told her that this could be incredibly harmful, that I didn’t want to be a woman no matter how effeminate I might come across and that being in this VR with this body could have very lasting affects on my psyche. 

Or at least I wanted to say that.  Instead I just looked up at Jenny with what I assumed were pleading eyes.  Her laugh, while beautiful on the outside, took on a more sinister tone.  She told me that just as I’d given her the ability to be batman and the knowledge of how to use that hulking body, she’d done the same here and gave me the knowledge of how to be properly submissive. 

Before I could contemplate on how knowing how to be properly submissive was preventing me from speaking at all, Jenny walked around me and untied my hands.  As I was afraid, I found myself unable to move my arms from behind my back even though they were no longer bound there.  At least until Jenny lied down in front of me, spread her legs, and told me to use my tongue and fingers to please her.  Without giving it any thought at all I gracefully leaned forward and started licking out the pussy of my best friend.  My fingers knew exactly what to do as they started to probe and tease into her pussy while I focused on licking her clit directly.  I couldn’t seem to move my body of my own free will, but at that moment I was happy to let it take over.  My body knew exactly how to work and please Jenny, and even seeing my golden blonde hair fall around my face didn’t distract me from the task she’d laid out for me.  I could feel my breasts swaying under me as I heard my moans mingle with Jenny’s own pleasured groans.  And just like the race car, everything was so real.  I could taste Jenny.  I could smell her.  I could feel every little tremble and quake of her body as she responded to my evidently expert touch.  And more personally I could feel my own body responding.  I could feel my skin growing more sensitive and my face flushing with excitement.  I could feel that odd emptiness between my legs growing wet, and my vision tunneling down to just seeing Jenny’s nethers flutter and shiver. 

Jenny had to be aroused by all this attention I was lathering on her as it didn’t take long for her to start bucking her hips up into my face and her pleasured screaming to fill my ears.  My pacing slowed as I flattened out my tongue and continued to lick my friend but with less intensity, letting her ride her ecstasy wave for as long as possible.  When she finally grew still I looked up at her glazed over eyes.  All it took for me to continue was to see her lick her lips and give me the slightest of nods.  A part of me knew that I’d just received a command and had to obey it.  As quickly as I began before, I started over again.  Licking and fingering what I couldn’t help but start to think of as my mistress. 

This time I took longer.  My fingers slide in and out of her slower and I teasingly licked more around her clit with only the occasional direct contact.  While I extended the buildup for my mistress I slow started to try and think this through.  It was obvious I wasn’t only being submissive but was instead a virtual slave to Jenny.  I could only act as she told me and bade me to act.  Maybe if she allowed me to speak I could tell her that we needed to go, but a part of me believed that unless she asked me directly about that I’d answer her in the shortest way possible.  After giving Jenny her second explosive orgasm I figured that I was going to be here doing this until she thought it was enough. 

And at least momentarily that made it okay.  I couldn’t struggle, so why try?  I was getting to experience not only being a woman but more importantly getting to lick and please and enslave myself to a woman who was very special to me.  In a way I loved Jenny and this could only bring us closer.  Maybe if some of these changes lasted, I’d at least know better how to perform cunnilingus and at most could use it again and again on my friend. 

So for awhile I let myself fall into the role that Jenny had set up for me.  I let my body’s desire to please my mistress become my mental desire was well.  I didn’t protest as she rolled me over onto my back and mounted my face, rubbing her pussy juice all over and using my nose for even more stimulation.  I didn’t balk when she turned around again and started to play with my hard pointy nipples.  My muffled eeps and eeks were genuine as she pulled and pinched at the little nubs atop my round breasts but so was my pleasure from the attention genuine.  And of course I didn’t try to stop when Jenny leaned fully forward and laid fully atop me, keeping her pussy close enough to my darting tongue while she started to lick me in kind. 

But where my intentions were to obviously please my mistress, she was still playing the role of my goddess.  Yes, she licked me and it felt wonderful in a way I’ve never experienced, but she had no intent of letting me orgasm.  It seems that denial was a part of her dominance over me.  I’m not sure anything could have pulled me from my edged and licking reverie except for what happened next.  Seeing that man’s hand come down to spank Jenny’s curvy white ass completely took me by surprise and stopped all of our lesbian activities.  My licking stopped in surprise while Jenny’s licking stopped as she cried out. 

I could only wait as I saw the man towering above my head, looking down at my face partially hidden by my mistresses guarding and protective pussy.  I felt a terror previously unknown flow through me as I recognized him as one of Jenny’s previous boyfriends.  One of the men who had dominated her in the past.  And just like Jenny it wasn’t a perfect representation of him.  It was more perfect.  His hair was thicker and more full.  His stubble was more evenly spread out and he was lacking the pock marks from his youthful acne.  And while he wasn’t some rippling bodybuilder Adonis type, he was obviously a very good looking masculine specimen. 

My heart was beating about a millions beats a minute as the possibilities ran through my head.  Why would Jenny pull a man into this.  I could feel my forced submissive nature wonder if I wasn’t’ enough for her, and my regular fearful mind wondering if she intended to push me past what she thought was my denial… that she wanted a man to dominate me.  Did she want me to watch her submit to a man or did she want me to submit to a man?

My thought nightmare was broken up by Jenny’s greeting to him.  My heart did, however, sink a bit as he greeted him as Master.  Once again, I felt that submissive part of me that was oddly in charge here click and change.  This wasn’t some strange man, and this wasn’t Jenny’s former boyfriend.  This was master.  More directly this was My Master.  With a simple tap to my quivering thigh I followed Jenny’s lead.   Like two lithe dancers we both climbed up onto a table and presented ourselves to master.  While we were kneeling, our hands behind our backs, Master climbed up on top of the table between us and petted our hair. 

I’d love to say I’d never seen a cock beyond my own before, but that’s just naive thinking.  I’d seen naked guys at the gym.  I’d seen Jenny’s boyfriends go from her bedroom to the bathroom with their cocks swinging freely.  And beyond those moments of reality, I’d watched enough porn to say I knew what a cock looked like.  But never EVER had I seen one from this position.  Partially hard it measured over seven inches long and was thick enough that my small hand would fit perfectly around it.  It was inches from my eyes and I could see it pulse with his strong heart beat and raise just little more each time as his excitement grew.  Wordlessly he guided Jenny and I closer and my hand reached instinctively around his strong thigh.  I almost felt relief as Jenny moved even closer to him and guided the accusing head of his cock to her eager mouth.  Master pulled Jenny’s hair away from her face, making sure none of her actions were hidden away from me.  Jenny’s eyes mostly closed as she obviously felt pleasure taking him into her mouth and any thought that this act wasn’t about me vanished with his strong bass voice telling me to watch close and learn.

I wanted to run.  I wanted to hide.  I wanted to cry.  But I couldn’t do any of those things.  Instead I must have looked like the obedient loving slave my forced submissive nature was making me out to be as I couldn’t even pull my eyes away from Jenny lovingly giving her blow job.   I noted how she’d let her lips press against the shaft as she pulled back, giving their plump nature even more fullness.  How she’s bob her head deep, deep enough that Master would be entering her throat, and hold there until she’d either gasp for breath or gag.  How she’d hum and moan and make pleasured happy noises.  I couldn’t help but note how her hand would either be squeezing and jacking him while she focused on the head of his meaty cock or cupping and caressing his balls when she took him in deep.    

Each action that Jenny performed was etched permanently on my mind.  And each action was also played over and over in my minds eye.  I couldn’t help but imagine what Jenny was feeling.  What it felt like to have her lips stretched like that.  What Master’s shaft felt like gliding over her tongue.  And if there was any doubt that I would soon in fact being experiencing these things, Master guided my head around just enough that I could still see Jenny but follow his command of ‘Kiss’.  It was only his thigh, but I still felt like a part of my soul was dying by kissing this man in such an intimate place.  I knew that I should never know what this felt like and also knew that this technology wouldn’t ever let me forget what I was experiencing. 

I must have watched Jenny devote her entire being to orally pleasing Master for a good 10 minutes.  Master meanwhile never let me forget that I was here.  Never let me even for a moment think I was just watching this happen.  He’d turn me enough to kiss his thigh.  He’d run his hand through my hair.  He’d take a handful of my blonde locks and turn me up to see him smiling dominatingly down at me.  He’d even take two of his fingers and slide them into my mouth, making me mimic Jenny’s actions.  And as much as I wanted all of this to end, to escape and get out of this enforced hell, I couldn’t help but hope that this went on forever.  That I’d be held close, my nipples being stimulated by Master’s let, and watch my friend lose herself in the most sensual blow job I’ve ever seen. 

Because what came next would have the chance of defining my personal sense of self.

When Master eventually pulled Jenny away, her whimper told me just how good this was supposed to feel.  Not only to the one being fellated, but to the one fellating.  Master let go of his two submissive slaves and sat down on the table.  Jenny needed no command as she simply walked around to kneel on Master’s other side while he told me to take her place.   As I tried to kneel, honestly hoping that I was going to be made to kiss him, his strong hand found the back of my neck and guided me down to his waist.  His simple command of ‘Suck’ was met with my total compliance.  My hand reached forward without my permission to grasp at the thick wet shaft while my mouth opened up and accepted his manhood into it’s warmth. 

I had a cock in my mouth.  Every bit of me that I could still control was tense and screaming and crying and trying to fight and pull away.  This was an indignity that I knew wouldn’t go away with the removal of the electrodes.  I knew that even if the technology didn’t write this permanently in my synapses, that I’d still never forget the feeling of sucking off another man.  But those parts of me were only voices in my head.  My body complied to not only his spoken command but to his inferred one.  I wasn’t only to suck him off, I was to enjoy myself while I did it. 

For a few minutes I thought I might drive myself crazy.  That my mind shouting out it’s indignities would forever fight with the silent part doing it’s work to bring my master to Climax.  My internal screams of ‘NOOO’ were met with him sliding eagerly into my throat until my backed arched from an uncontrollable gag.  My internal cries of not being here, of being in a meadow or a dump or a jail cell or anywhere else, were met with my sucking hard enough to hear him ‘pop’ out from between my lips and bathing his magnificence with my tongue.  My internal imagination picturing beating this man to near his death was met with my hand cupping his balls and squeezing them oh so gently between my dainty fingers. 

It was then that I realized I was going about this all wrong.  I was obviously not in control… but Jenny was still in control.  What if she could see me struggling?  What if she was waiting for me to accept her ‘gift’ and get into this.  What if the very fight I was trying was making this process take longer.  Like accepting to lick my friend submissively to orgasm I took a deep mental breath and focused on the task at hand.  At first command of my body returned slowly.  Just my tongue was under my control while I tried to flick under his shaft and tickle under his cock head.  Then my lips were mine to do with as I pleased as I pressed them tightly and massaged his length.  Then my neck, allowing me to control his pleasure with my own bobbing up and down.  Then my hands as I petted and playfully raked my nails down his back while jacking him with the other. 

To my credit, I knew what was going on when I felt him start to jerk and swell in my mouth.  I recognized that feeling when it was my cock in my hand and not my Master’s cock there.  But I didn’t stop my ministrations because a submissive wouldn’t balk at pleasing her Master.  Instead I intensified my actions until I felt him spurting and cuming in my mouth.  And while another piece of me died inside, I knew it was only right to swallow down this gift from my master. 

As he slide out from under me and laid down on the couch panting, Jenny lowered herself to my level and kissed me deeply.  Her glee was evident as she told me exactly what I had thought, that she had seen me struggling and was going to continue until I learned to love what was happening.  Her next words chilled my spine all over again but I somehow managed to smile and thank my Mistress when she told me that now we could both get what we wanted… both of us being dominated at the same time. 

Jenny’s control of the scenario was obvious as at that very moment the door opened up and another man walked in.  Master stood up and shook his hand while Jenny and I lowered ourselves to kneel on the floor again.  It didn’t take our Masters long to step in front of Jenny and I.  I soon found myself sucking off Master again while Jenny gave the new Master his initial blowjob.  

And while I was internally balking at doing this all over again, I tried to suppress my desire to fight and instead focused on giving Master his well deserved pleasure.  This time my efforts were rewarded by Master pulling out and giving me a facial… another experience I knew would be burned onto my soul.  Seeing a cock pointed directly at my face, his strong hand pumping while it swells and finally spurts over and over, landing it's hot sticky mess on my forehead and cheeks and lips and chin.  And if it wasn’t forever burned there, Jenny pulling me close to her and guiding her Master’s cock to repeat the experience and shoot all over my face made it an even more indelible experience. 

While the Masters sat down and chatted they watched Jenny lick the cum from my face and kiss me, feeding me all of their combined seed with her tongue.  When my face was clean they were content to watch Jenny and I make out and for a moment I thought I could return to enjoying at least a portion of this reality but their voices kept interrupting our time together.  They constantly reminded both of us that we weren’t pleasing each other on our own volition.  Instead we were doing it at their command.  When the vision of two beautiful women making out at their will finally aroused them again, I had to swallow the urge to fight down as much as the cum I’d swallowed. 

This time Jenny and I were placed on our hands and knees, stretched forward with our asses high in the air and our cheeks on the floor facing each other.  Jenny’s eyes told me what to expect as they widened in surprised pleasure followed immediately by Master taking my feminine virginity.  The fullness replaced that emptiness I’d experienced earlier and filled me with a pleasure previously unknown.  Yes, I was prostrating myself before a man, yes his hands were on my curvy fleshy hips, and yes he was currently fucking me, but I couldn’t deny just how good that felt.  My arousal was spreading over my entire body and I actually did submit to this just so that I could experience a woman’s orgasm. 

But I quickly learned that even that wasn’t mine to submit.  Master, obviously sensing my oncoming explosion of pleasure pulled out and left me on edge.  I actually wiggled my hips at him and cooed out, begging for him to take me.  For a moment I just thought he was teasing me as I felt his fingers slide deep in me and move about but my lesson was learned as those fingers withdrew and started to slide into my tight rear pucker.  My eyes must have flashed wide as Jenny whispered out, almost lost in her own pleasure, that being taken in the ass was so incredible that she knew I’d love it. 

I didn’t.

I knew fighting would only drag this out longer but I couldn’t stop the mental struggle that went on.  My body and involuntary submissiveness made sure I didn’t physically fight Master as he shoved all eight inches of his thick straining manhood into my rear, but mentally I was reduced to a screaming mass all over again.  My mouth and throat moaned and groaned, my mind ripped and tore itself apart.  My hips and ass ground back into Master’s pelvis, my consciousness did everything it could to hide from this indignity.  My pussy dripped it’s moisture on the floor, my intellect tried to process the overpowering humiliation and embarrassment. 

I didn’t regain control before Master came deep in my bowels that first time, and I didn’t do so when Jenny’s Master took me anally immediately after.  But the second time when I felt sure the floor should be filled with my tears, I waded through the disgrace and ignominy and worked to submit to my masters desire to take me back there. 

The evening continued.  Just when I thought there was nothing more to submit, the Masters and Jenny found something more for me to experience.  Lying between Master’s legs and licking his balls while Jenny rode him like a pogo stick.  Blowing my Master while the other took me from behind.  Being pinned between the two of them as they filled both my ass and pussy.  Licking their combined cum from Jenny’s face.  Literally becoming furniture as they rested their feet on my back  and Jenny took turns blowing each of them. 

The submission wasn’t limited to sex either.  After what felt like hours and hours Jenny and I had to wash our Masters in the bath.   While they napped we had to prepare them breakfast and then feed it to them… our own meals were eaten from their fingers piece by piece.  We had to prepare them drinks and serve them, kneeling beside them while they read quietly.  We were tied together head to toe with our lips pressed against each other’s pussy and bade to nap for a while. 

Without a window or any natural light it was impossible to tell how long we’d been here.  Even my hunger couldn’t tell how many meals were supposed to have passes as I was fed so much cum that it was actually filling me up.  But finally it ended.  After dressing our Masters in their clothes and having them kiss us goodbye, they left.  When the door shut behind our Masters, the door to the isolation chamber opened. 

The tech had to help me as I felt like my muscles were burned, and bruised, and tired beyond repair.  I simply sat down on the nearby bench until Jenny came in.  Her face was glowing from the experience and she gave me a big long kiss.  As she chatted and went on and on about how powerful of an experience it was for her she helped me get dressed.   While I didn’t like it, I wasn’t surprised at my inability to interrupt her.  The submissive feeling was raging through me still and while I wanted to tell her how much of a horror that was for me, I knew I couldn’t tell her that.  At least not yet.  The only silver lining was that part of Jenny’s reverie was how she wanted to find her man to have that experience again in the real world.  That would hopefully give me time to get past these feelings, as my research said that if the feelings were repeated outside of the virtual reality quickly, they would solidify and become even more permanent.    While Jenny was off with some guy, probably forever trapping herself as his slave, I could go home and try to return to myself. 

We walked out arm in arm back into the cold city streets and stood in front of the unassuming storefront for a moment.  I couldn’t even make myself pull out my phone and get an uber as Jenny was still going on about how hot it was to watch me please ‘my men’.  And that’s when my horror returned in full force and at twice it’s previous intensity.

Jenny’s boyfriend and another man walked out of the VR center and straight up to Jenny and I.  While the man…. a near clone for her Master in the virtual reality… took a handful of Jenny’s hair and started kissing her My Master took my shoulders in his hands and looked deep in my eyes.  After what felt like an incredibly long and deep appraisal of my shivering and fearful soul he nodded and said even though my body didn’t look like it did in the VR, that he’d recognize me anywhere.  And just as it was in the alternate reality, I was powerless to stop him from pulling me in for a deep soulful kiss.  Our men, after finishing their molestation of Jenny’s and my mouths, turned and started walking us down the street.  My Master’s hand snaked around my waist and held me close as he started to lay out my future.

All the feelings washed over me again.  Humiliating.  Embarrassment.  Sadness.  Anger.  Indignity.  But more powerful than all those combined I felt submission fill me from head to toe as My Master told me how my future would now be guided by him.  He told me he had a doctor friend who specialized in sexual reassignment and that he’d make sure to get me as close to the body I had ‘inside’ as I could.  He told me that I’d start the hormones tomorrow after we got my stuff moved into his brownstone, and that I’d start living as his slave immediately.  I’m not even sure if I tried to stop my head from nodding in agreement as I snuggled up against him. 

My Master knew what to do and my job was simply to submit to his command forever more. 

source:  fuskator