The following morning, I woke late, I had feigned illness and had watched my wife leave the room a little unsteady on her feet. She had not stopped talking about the man all night and I was starting to wonder if she was falling for him.

Rolling out of bed I found my way to the bathroom and relieved myself after a long night of enforced abstinence. There was a knock at the door, and I turned and reached for the dressing gown only to realise I had picked up my wife’s pink, satin one. I stared at it, confused for a moment, but in the back of my head I could hear the man talking, telling me to put it on.

Listening to his voice, I did as I was sure I had imagined I was being told and headed downstairs to answer the door. I opened it to find a woman I did not know on the other side. She was wearing biker leathers on her legs and had a biker’s jacket which was open revealing that her large breasts were only covered by a green bra.

“He is getting to you already?” she laughed as she saw the way I was dressed, “don’t worry, it happens to all his servants.”

I looked at her confused, unable to say anything as she handed me a large box, “do as the note says,” she said before turning her back to the door and walking away. Closing the door, I carried the box into the living room and put it on the floor. The tape came away easy enough and I looked inside to find a note signed from “D”.

I read it, “Shave your body hair, I have included a suitable razor and put on the outfit in the box, a car will pick you up at 11.”

Searching through the box I found the razor and stared at if for a moment before, almost in a trance, headed for the bathroom.

An hour later I appeared again, smooth all over and wearing the thin denim dress that had come in the box. It was a bandeau type so there were no straps or arms to hold the dress in place, and it almost fell from my body. On my feet I wore the knee-high boots with a small heel that I had found alongside them. There was no makeup, so I figured that I should not wear any and heading downstairs I found myself pacing around as I waited for the lift to arrive.

In reality, it did not take long, I had only just managed to finish getting ready in time but as I watched the clock every second seemed like a year and every minute like a millennium. Then, almost by surprise, it was there, the knock at the door.

I opened it hesitantly to find another woman, this time one in a uniform of a grey jacket and matching miniskirt with black stockings and heels. On her head she wore a cap in the same style, while beneath the jacket she wore no shirt and instead displayed the large mounds of flesh that passed for her breasts.

“Miss McKinnon?” she asked, using my surname as she spoke.

“Ummm, I guess so,” I said as I looked down my body and the feminine clothing.

“If you would like to follow me.”

I did as requested, making sure to close the door behind me as I walked with the woman towards the path. My skin felt alive, I was so exposed in a way that had never happened to me before, and yet somehow I managed to hold my course and do as was obviously expected of me.

We got to the car, it was a large convertible in silver and sitting in the backseat was a think black guy with long dreadlocks. He smiled on seeing me as the woman opened a rear door so that I could slide into the seat alongside him.

“He will be pleased,” the man said as his eyes looked up and down my body, “I think this transformation will be quick and painless, well as painless as it can be.”

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously as I watched the woman get behind the wheel of the car and start the engine.

“All it good time,” the man said, his pearly white smile standing out against the dark tone of his skin.

The car skipped through the traffic with ease, the wind blowing through my hair as it did so. The temptation to duck or hide was strong, after all I was sitting in a strange car, next to a black man I did not know and in an outfit picked for me by a bull who had fucked my wife.

I quickly realised that we were heading towards the location mentioned in the note that had been left for me and I considered what I was going to do. Was I going to be left in my outfit at a popular tourist location that looked down on the city?

The man seemed to read my mind, “do you want to please him?”

Taking a moment to process what had been asked, I looked at the man and smiled, “absolutely.”

“Then take whatever happens as part of your development.”

“Yes Sir,” I found myself replying.

“Good,” the man said before pausing for a moment, “ah, we are here.”

The car pulled up in front of a large stone monument that crowned the peak of the hill just in front of the viewing point. There were tourists everywhere, a common thing at this time of year when it was so warm and the schools were on their end of year break.

Moving around to my side of the car, the woman opened the door and waited for me to get out, and as I did so an old couple that were walking past stopped to look at me.

The woman handed me a piece of paper and pointed towards the monument as the man spoke, “on the other side there is a door and that piece of paper contains the code that will activate the lock.”

I nodded in understanding as I watched the woman get back into the car before it sped away up the trackway that led back to the main road.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around and noticed just how much people were looking at me, I was completely exposed in a way that stripped away all my defences.

Carefully, I took my first step towards the monument, taking care not to stumble in my heels, I was aware that I was being watched by a number of those who were present and judging by their faces at least one of them thought I was some weird pervert.

Thankfully I made it to the other side of the monument without falling over and then, at the bottom of two small stone steps I found a door. I had visited this location a number of times in the past, in fact my wife took her first steps into the lifestyle here, but I must confess I had never seen the door.

Taking the steps, I found myself with an old metal door that had a small electronic keypad hidden behind a large metal box which flipped open when I pulled on it. Unfolding the paper, I scanned the numbers and then typed them into the pad. A small light flashed red three times before turning to a solid green as the door gave a small click.

I pushed on it, and with a creak it swung open on the hinges, and I stepped inside to find myself in a surprisingly large room. On one side there was a picture of a devil, with horns and red skin in the process of defiling a naked woman. The woman seemed both terrified and lost in the throes of pleasure at the same time. While on the other side a half man, half goat devil sported an enormous cock which a collection of naked and submissive men and women stood in front of. Their faces aghast as they looked upon the magnificent member.

The door swung shut behind me, closing with a bang before a small click indicated that it had locked itself again. I turned my head, following the sound as I realised that I was now locked inside the monument. I swallowed carefully as I considered my situation. There was a door in front of me, but it was closed and I could clearly see that there were large locking bolts in place, securing the door to its frame.

A buzzer sounded and the bolts slid over, allowing he door to spring open without being touched by anybody. I looked for a mechanism that had controlled this, but I could not see any. Instead, and for reasons I could not fully explain I stepped forward into the room beyond.

There, sitting on a stool I found the biker who had delivered by parcel earlier in the day. She smiled on seeing me, “the outfit suits you,” she said, but it will be even better when the transformation is complete.

“Transformation?”

Nodding her head, she stood up to reveal that the biker leathers she was now wearing had no crotch. Instead, there, hanging from her body was a large, flaccid penis.

“Wow,” I said as my eyes took in the sight of what I was looking at.

“Oh this?” the woman asked as she pointed down, “it doesn’t work, a little trick of his as punishment for my failings.”

“Punishment?”

“Yes, when I have done wrong, he gives me back my penis, but always with no ability for it to work, it just hangs there, getting in the way.”

 “And what did you do this time?”

“I should have been crotchless this morning so that you could see the pussy he had drilled before I visited you.”

“What?” I exclaimed, unsure how to process what the woman was saying.

She smiled at my reaction, “if you behave you will get exactly what you want, but when you make a mistake, you will also get exactly the worst thing in the world.”

I felt something deep inside, confusion, shock, I was not sure which it was, but at the same time I knew that I needed to follow her deeper into the labyrinth I was being presented with.

The woman turned to her left and approached the wall and for a moment I was worried that she could not see that it was just a wall. However, as she reached it, it hissed and part of the wall moved away from her before sliding to the side. “Follow me,” she said and I did as told, stepping into the corridor beyond.

There was a slight draft coming from my right as I entered the corridor and I realised that it was coming from an opening about three hundred metres in front of me. The woman smiled as she watched me and at that moment, I realised that her penis had gone, and she now had a completely smooth pussy again. “Would you like to finger it?” she asked as she stepped towards me and parted her legs.

“Are you sure?” I asked as I looked down at it, as an urge to touch her built within me.

“Yes, my contract says that I always consent, in fact most of the servants you will meet have a contract that says that.”

“Always consent?”

“Yes, I am not allowed to say no to any sexual experience.”

“OK,” I replied as my mind trailed off for a second and I realised I was really starting to doubt what I was letting myself get into.

“Do you want to touch it?” the woman asked again and this time she stepped in really close, placing her pussy near enough to my hand that I could feel the heat and wetness radiate from it.

I coughed slightly to clear my throat and then, turning my palm towards her I placed it against the soft skin around her clitoris. One finger reached forward, searching for her hole until finding it, I slid myself in She moaned at the sensation and for a second, I wondered if we were going to end up having sex until the sound of a bell echoed through the hall.

“He is telling us to hurry up,” she said as she took a step back, leaving my hand behind as she did so and I realised that she had a penis again. I frowned, unsure what to make of the situation.

She led me up the corridor again until reaching the end we stepped out into a large room. There, sitting on a raised throne was the man his legs crossed, his gaze fixed on the other side of the room. He turned to face me as he entered.

“Ahhh, perfect timing,” he said and I was about to reply but he raised a finger to his lips to signal that I should remain quiet. He pointed across the room at the spot where he had been looking, just moments before. Following his command, I turned my head to see that on the far side of the room were two wooden frames, one occupied and the other not.

For a moment, I wondered what was happening and then I realised, the occupied frame was a woman, naked, her legs tied open, her body bent enough at the waist for her ass to stick out and wearing a hood. I studied her for a second and then my mouth fell open, it was my wife.

The man smiled, “you will take the other frame,” he commanded and instinctively I turned my head back towards him.

“Enter the other frame, she will tie you up,” the man commanded again as now he pointed at my escort.

“Come on,” the woman said and she took hold of my hand, guiding me across the floor. I wanted to resist, I wanted to say no, but I found I had no strength to and instead I allowed myself to be stripped and tied into the frame, my body taking up the same position as my wife.

The biker looked at me, seeming to check the quality of her work and I waited for her to put a hood over my head, but instead she leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“You will see what happens to your wife, and you will see what happens to you,” the biker said as she withdrew with a grin on her face.

Turning, she walked back to where the man sat on his throne and then as she took a seat on the steps on which the throne was raised and waited patiently.

There was a noise, an audible click, and another door opened and in walked a tall, black guy with a bald head. He was well dressed, in a sharp suit with a white shirt, with an open collar and no tie. For a moment his eyes cast over myself and my wife and then he moved round in front of the throne and turned his back to me.

The man on the throne bade him forward and the two exchanged words in hushed tones that I could not make out before with a wave of a hand he was dismissed. He stepped back and bowed towards the throne, but just as he was about to leave my wife’s lover spoke.

“You have done well Tristan, please, choose from either of these servants and use them to your hearts content.”

 “Thank you,” Tristan replied and then turning he approached, making a line directly for my wife. He smiled as he got closer and I could only watch as he placed a hand on one of her boobs and squeezed the nipple until she screamed in pain. Then, stepping to the side, he placed a hand between her legs, and I could see that he was liberally fingering her for a moment.

“She is very wet,” he said with a grin before moving around behind her. From my position, I was able to crane my neck just enough to see that he was underdoing his trousers to reveal a short, yet thick cock, almost the exact opposite of him. Then, with another smile he slid himself into her, as I heard her give a gentle moan from the sensation of being penetrated.

He fucked her, quick, and without mercy, his interest in her pleasure seeming to be even less than zero until with a grunt he came, his cum pouring into her unprotected cunt as he did so. Pulling out, he smiled briefly, pulled his trousers back up and headed for the exit.

It was only then that I realised that during this, the man on the throne had continued to meet with his courtiers and there was already a queue of two more men waiting to fuck my wife.

For a moment, I thought about saying something but then I realised, my wife had consented to this, I had consented to this, there was nothing we could do and there was nothing I should do. This was obviously a test for her, a test that she could accept use by so many unknown strangers, but it was also a test for me, that I could be comfortable letting my wife be used like that.

Then, a noise behind me broke me from my thoughts and I glanced over my shoulder to see that finally, someone had picked me. He was an older guy, with a white beard and a rounded belly, but I was certain that his cock still worked as I could see it bobbing up and down. Bracing myself, I felt the man put a hand on one of my hips as he guided himself towards my ass with the other.

There was a grunt, from which of us I was not completely certain, maybe it was from both of us even, and then he was in me. His cock filling my backside with his length as eagerly thrust himself back and fore. Looking forward I caught the eye of the man on the throne and he smiled at me. He was enjoying the fact that I was being used just as if I was one of his women.

The experience did not last long, though it was pleasurable, even more so when I felt the thick wad of cum squirt into me, and then I was alone tired up, my ass leaking.

I let my head drop and when I lifted it again, I could see that my wife was being untied. She was led from the room on a head, her head still covered in a hood which left her without vision. Then the man waved his hand and the woman who had brought me into the room left as well until there were just the two of us.

He smiled at the silence, before rising from his seat and crossing over to release my restraints. “You took it well,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Hopefully, one of them will have impregnated your wife, and then she will be given to them as a gift and reward for their loyalty.”

“What about our marriage?”

“Do you still want a marriage after that?” he asked gently as he released my restraints. “Come, let’s sit.”

“I have no problem if she has been fucked by a lot of guys,” I replied.

“Even if one of them has made her pregnant?”

“It’s not a problem.”

“And what about if I want to make you mine instead?”

“Make me yours?”

“Yes,” the man smiled, “Remember what I said last night, I will make you the woman of your dreams, but what about if I also make you the biggest slut of them all?”

“But how?”

The man lifted a hand and put it on my head, “if you drink my cum, you will wake up the following day in a woman’s body.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said pulling away slightly,

“It is true,” the man replied with a grin, “satisfy me, and you will become a woman, and I shall make you mine to own and control.”

“That’s preposterous,” I replied a second time and this time the man allowed his hand to roam down and onto my face. It lingered there for a moment as his fingers pulled down on my eyelids. My vision went black, and then, with a start I opened my eyes again only to find I was lying in bed.

“It was all a dream,” I said as I rolled over, “maybe I am really unwell after all,” but there was something wrong, or maybe not wrong, but certainly very different.

Moving my hand, I rubbed it down my chest, feeling how hairless and smooth it was, then reaching behind I could feel it, the dribble of cum from my arse. “What the fuck?” I thought to myself as I lay there, my head swirling with thoughts and ideas.

“Hello, Darling, I’m home,” a voice called out in the distance and I froze, my wife was back.