Losing a bet to my girlfriend - Sex Stories

Losing a bet to my girlfriend

... there is no doubt that the added countours of the suit make for a much better fit. After strapping the garter belt around my enhanced waist, I pulled first one then the second black, sheer hose up my legs and clipped them to the belt. Next came the corset. This was probably my favorite piece of all my women's clothes. It covered my "breasts" while pressing them tightly against my body, and it also severely constricted my waist. With Mistress's help, we tightened the laces all the way until my lower and middle back were perfectly straight, my internal organs were squished together, and my breathing was reduced to relatively shallow breaths. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Wonderful," I breathed back. She smiled at the sexual nature of my reply, and proceeded to slide long, black, silky gloves up each of my arms. When she was finished, I looked in the full-length mirror, and I marveled at the transformation that I had undergone. Instead of a tall, thin, paled-skinned, hairy male, I had been turned into a very sexy, well-rounded, smooth and red-"skinned" woman, with contrasting black lingerie fitting every curve just perfectly. "Are you ready for the next step, Natalie?" I nodded, still looking at myself in the mirror. "Yes, Mistress." "Okay, stay here." She walked over to closet off to my left, dug around for a few moments, and came back with a bag that held our collection of toys from the ErosBoutique and some other fetish-friendly online stores. "You're going to be gagged ...

... in a second, so I won't have you put lipstick on. But I do want you to have some rouge and eye make-up, so let's do that first." Looking longingly at the bondage equipment that she laid on the bed, I allowed myself to be guided to the bathroom. In short order, my eyelashes were elongated by mascara, my eyes were highlighted by black eyeliner and blue coloring, and my cheek bones were brushed to a light crimson. "Okay, back to the room," she said. I walked back in, with Mistress right behind me. "Stand here," she commanded, and I obeyed. With a loving yet no-nonsense manner to her, she efficiently made my submission complete. Starting with a long and stiff posture collar (called "Midnight Darkness" in the Eros catalogue), she immobilized my neck and head. She then took our armbinder and secured my arms behind me, making sure that they were comfortable yet securely bound. Next, she took the inflatable butterfly gag and, with a raised eyebrow to indicate that I should open my mouth, she inserted it and strapped it around the back of my head. Taking the inflator in her hand, she pumped the gag - filling my mouth and the space between my teeth and cheeks - until I moaned in protest, and then she pumped it once more. "Mmmmph!" I protested. She just winked at me with a devilish grin. Turning away, she grabbed the 30-inch, "Vixen Red" spreader bar from the bed, but stopped short when she looked at me. "I totally forgot about your boots! You shouldn't be in your stocking feet. Shame on ...