I was so excited! My girlfriend Eve finally agreed to go with me to the erotic shop and buy some toys. There's this one item I hoped to get for her, and she seemed interested. It may give our sex life a bit of a push again.

Once in the shop I found my way pretty quickly to the pink egg that would allow me to trigger an orgasm in her. According to the reviews no woman could resist it. But Eve found a different model, much slimmer, but just as powerful as the original egg it said.

It was more expensive as well, but I had promised I'd pay for it. I knew it would pay back quick enough. With the box in my hand we looked at some other gadgets and suddenly Eve pointed at something. If you're going to have control over me, then I want some control over you, she said. And she pointed at a chastity device, but I knew it as a cock lock.

This went a bit farther than I'd hoped for, but of course she had a point. And she would pay for it. She picked out a quality item in shiny metal, although I thought it would be too small for me. But that was her problem, right?

She bought a shiny bodysuit for herself and she convinced me to buy a latex waist trimmer, to help my figure, as she called it. I agreed, I had allowed myself to get out of shape and maybe that added to our sexual difficulties lately.

Back home I couldn't wait to try out our new toys. Of course my stupid cellphone was completely out of juice, so we installed the software to control her new toy on Eve's phone. It was funny how she got excited herself, so quickly did she install it and went through all the settings, I had to double check it later I figured.

But then she chickened out.

She wanted me to try my new toy first. To proof I'd give full control to her as well. It was a problem though, as I was rock-hard already from the thought of controlling her. But she simply gave me a blow job, and with her talents she had me cum in minutes.

While I came down to earth she squeezed every bit of cum from my now tiny member, and seconds later she clicked the lock on my new cage and the key disappeared. She was still busy between my legs, while I tried to figure out what happened, and suddenly I felt her push something in my rear. What the fuck?

Show me a guy who's totally alert after an amazing blow job, but it won't be me. By the time I finally understood what she had shoved inside me, she had done something on her cell, and I heard her saying something like that was now locked as well.

Let's first try this out on you, darling. And suddenly I felt a vibration in my rear. I don't know what spot it hit, but my dick went right back to attention. Except... it couldn't.

The pain was instant and it shut my dick off, but then the vibration seemed to increase, and it came back on. I started panicking, as I could feel I was in a serious problem. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, it just didn't stop. I had collapsed on the bed as my legs simply gave up. I tried to pull the thing from my rear but I couldn't get grip on the little tip, and it felt like it wouldn't budge anyway.

I begged Eve to stop it, but she looked at me like I was some science experiment. Then my first orgasm rocked through me. I could feel the pain as my tiny dick squirted my cum out through the little hole, and no relief came afterwards.

The cycle kept going, and I could feel tears running down my cheeks now. Why didn't she stop this ordeal? More cum leaked from me, but at some point I had nothing in me anymore. Yet the orgasms kept coming. Eventually I simply passed out and that was a true blessing.

I don't know how long I was out. But when I opened my eyes I realized my ordeal was finally over. Eve was there with a glass of water or something and my mouth was indeed so dry, I took a huge swallow. Whatever was in the glass, it tasted slimy and I spit it back in the glass. No no, Eve said, we can't let this go to waste. Drink it all, or I turn that thing back on.

What is it? I asked. Oh, she replied, what does it matter? Just drink it. I promise it's not bad for you, I drink it all the time. Just consider it part of your new diet. Yes or no? And she held up the glass. I must have waited too long to answer because suddenly the vibration in my rear started again and my dick reacted right away, starting the pain cycle as well.

No please, I'll drink it, I begged. But she didn't turn it off until my first orgasm hit me, and my dick squirted again. Right into the glass.

Very well, she said, fresh milk added. Drink it now. All of it!

I didn't want to drink it, realizing now what the slimy stuff was. But I could not stand that pain cycle either. She clearly tried to teach me a lesson, so I better take it and be done with it.

It was like taking a yuckie medicine. Sip it and swallow it as quickly as possible. And soon the glass was empty. And thankfully she filled it now with water and allowed me to get the taste from my mouth.

Very well, she said, now it's my understanding that your plan for me was to give me non-stop orgasms until I'd pass out. You told Ken, and he warned me. Is it true?

It was true, but of course I had been exaggerating. But the idea had been highly exciting. Should I lie and deny? I decided to go for the truth. Yes, I said, but it was just men talk, I didn't mean it.

You didn't mean it, but the thought of full control over me took all other decent thoughts away. You had no idea that the more expensive model could lock itself inside, and is small enough to allow for a normal experience in let's say the bathroom. Attempting to remove it will tear your insides and you'll bleed to death. So better get used to it, you're under my control now.

But Eve, I tried, it was just supposed to be a toy to improve our sex life. I'd never have you do anything against your will. I love you!

That's so sweet, she replied, but according to Ken you'd even make me cum in my sleep, so I'd wake up in a puddle of my own sweat and juices. Some love...

Fuck! I was drunk when I said that. What a moron I was. But I had dreamed about it too. So I said nothing, just tried to look as remorseful as possible.

So, Eve continued, I am going to set a few new rules. First, not sure if you noticed, but that waist cincher that you bought is on you now, and will stay on, day and night, until I'm happy with the size of your belly. To help with that, from now on you're on a diet. You will only eat what I give you, and do the exercises I tell you to do.

Shit, this is going to be hell, I said to myself. Better play her game for awhile, until the fun gets out of it for her. So I nodded, okay, I can do that.

Hmm, she replied, I thought you'd need some more convincing. So one more rule, as that toy was supposed to be inside a pussy, my pussy, I figured it's now in your pussy. That means you need the right underwear to cover your pussy. From now on you will wear one of my panties, at all times. You will collect all of your male underwear and put it in a garbage bag and throw it down the garbage chute.

I truly begged now. Please darling, don't do this to me. Let's throw these toys away and go back to the way it was.

It was the wrong thing to say. The vibration started again and my dick reacted, no matter how I tried to prevent it. Then the pain started. I panicked for real now, but she got up and said, I put a condom around your cage. Anything you squirt in there you will drink when I come back in an hour. Any protest from now on adds an hour. And then she disappeared.

I knew now I had to solve this myself, somehow I had to break the cycle. So I concentrated on my taxes, as I've lost my libido a few times while having sex during tax time. Bad decision! The thought of sex pushed me over the edge and rather than breaking the cycle I shot my load in the condom from my tiny dick yet loaded balls.

Thinking about how she'd feed me the goo later helped a bit, as I wasn't looking forward to that. When had my girlfriend become so dominant? But wasn't that an old fantasy? That she'd take a more active role while we had sex? I couldn't stop myself and added more goo.

Realizing how she'd tricked me, as much as I hated it, but it added to my respect for her. And for the first time I came without the pain. I started accepting she had taken control over me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Again I came and without the pain I didn't know if my dick was even involved anymore. Was it possible I simply came anally?

I started concentrating on the pleasure now. The tickling vibration that controlled me. Was my girlfriend really doing me a favor? Showing me there was more than just my dick? A burst of love got me over the edge again, but now it was a pleasure that I could add to.

So she wanted me to wear her panties? I have always enjoyed stripping it from her, burying my face in the soft silky material, smelling her sex in it. The thought made me come again, but now I was on a mission. I crawled to her side of the bed, opening the drawer with her panties, and pulling one out randomly. It was one of her favorites, my favorite on her. And in one move I had my legs inside. I came again but my excitement didn't end. Feeling the softness around my tiny cock triggered another one.

It hit me now. By taking my dick out I had now experienced multiple orgasms, something she had enjoyed many times. Is that what she tried to show me? Teach me? Is that why her panties feel so good on me? Yes, she had tricked me, but it was to open my eyes. And as my love for her grew again my next orgasm did not subside, it just kept coming, triggering every nerve in my body. I knew I was soaked in my own sweat but I gave in to the pleasure, until my body gave out.

I knew I had passed out again when I heard my Eve's voice from far away, calling my name. Jack! Jackie! Jaclyn! And I remembered. She had shown me what it meant to come as a woman. Multiple times, ongoing orgasms. I had put on her panties, my favorite pair. Is that why she called me Jaclyn? When I opened my eyes her face was so close to me. I simply pressed my lips to hers and kissed her. Thank you, I murmured.

You put on my panties, she said, do you like it? I nodded, yes. It suddenly didn't seem like a big deal anymore. I'd wear them any day, everyday. It would be pleasurable. When I saw the condom she had in her hand, I didn't hesitate anymore, a deal was a deal. I took it from her, noticing it was filled with a huge amount. But I simply sucked it out and in a couple of gulps my goo was gone, no big deal. As a matter of fact, I'd do it again if there was more...

When I looked closer at her I realized she had changed. She was covered in a leather bodysuit, or a catsuit. She was beautiful and sexy and powerful. I knew that I should have felt myself stir, my dick going hard, getting ready to fuck her. But nothing like that happened, yet a pleasant feeling started in my rear. And then she zipped open the suit, her breasts spilling out, the zipper going well beyond her crotch. My turn Jaclyn, she said, eat me!

It was so simple. Only one thing on my mind, and that was to pleasure her. No need to work myself up, to get ready for her. By taking my dick out, it took me out of the equation, and it made everything about her. I kissed her all over, licked her, fingered her, sucked her, and essentially ate her. Never in my life was I so dedicated to please her. And it worked. She started pumping her hips, forcing her pussy into my face, and my touches, through the leather or straight on her skin, made her body vibrate, like I had been feeling in my own body. And just like I had not been able to stop it, she simply erupted. Like a volcano. She cried out as her fluids squirted in my mouth, my sucking pulling more from her, her clit growing like a mushroom, and her pussy exploding.

I didn't stop, and she came a second time, and a third. Until she pushed my face away from her. I was happy, extremely satisfied. I ate her out, like she had asked, or commanded, and it was wonderful for both of us.

The whole weekend was about her, her pleasures, her orgasms, and her control over me. She let me cum a few times, and I managed to exclude my dick completely from the experience. Jaclyn had a pussy and that's where her pleasures originated.

More lingerie was added and my body hair removed. By the time I had to go back to work she had me choose what I wanted to wear under my male clothes, in addition to my panties and waist cincher. Stockings or bra? I was worried about the stockings, as I would have to pick a stall, so that nobody could see my cage. But there were enough cracks around the door that people would be able to see the stockings on my legs, whereas the cock cage was invisible, pointing downward inside the bowl.

So I went with the bra, and although I was continuously aware of wearing it, nobody seemed to notice indeed. It turned from an embarrassment into confidence, that I could pull this off, even with a bit of padding in the cups, that she made me wear the next days. Add to that the tighter and tighter waist cincher, that pushed up some of my body fat, shaping into small breasts inside the cups, and still, nobody noticed.

The continuous pressure on my waist caused me to lose some appetite, and although what I did eat was very healthy nowadays, I started losing weight rapidly, so my girlfriend added a series of vitamins to my diet, to compensate. I think it made my skin feel softer, or maybe it was the soap that I had to use in the shower. It definitely made my "titties" more tender, up to the point that I was glad to wear the soft bra material as protection.

By Thursday Eve made me text each time I was going to the bathroom, and she started activating the egg, as I sat down. It took all my concentration to exclude my dick from the experience, but as a result more of the rest of my body got involved as I quietly orgasmed. She made me play with my nipples, as this happened, and soon they were rock-hard, like my dick would have been only days before.

Then she started activating the egg randomly during the day, although at a very low setting, so I wouldn't cum, but I could feel my nipples swell up and get hard, even without touching them. I think a female coworker noticed it, as I was standing at her desk, but she said nothing. Yet suddenly I was fully aware that her own nipples were sticking out as well, as my arousal apparently triggered her own arousal. She invited me to go for lunch though, sometime the week after.

I was happy when it was finally the weekend again, but right when I got home from work, Eve had me strip down. My waistcincher was replaced by a full size leather corset, with serious boning, which pushed every bit of fat into the molded cups, shaping them into real breasts.

Next was a matching pair of panties, which pushed an additional intruder into my rear, as she pulled them around my hips.

Before I could protest she had me step into a dress, and by the time she had that strapped tightly around my waist as well, I realized it was a maid's uniform. Stockings were added and heels, with a small lock so that I couldn't take them off. Then she added a wig and when she did my face with makeup, I looked like a woman, with nothing left of myself.

I was to make her dinner, as she had prepared mine. Except mine was a protein shake, whereas she had a juicy steak. But my shake was too much anyway, as the continuous wear of corset or cincher had reduced the capacity of my stomach.

I was uncomfortable. The intruder in my rear felt tight as the skirt kept my legs together. But things changed when she activated the vibration of my egg, while she was taking her after dinner snifter. My muscles started involuntarily to clamp down on the intruder, sucking it in deeper. This enhanced the vibration in my body, shooting into my nipples. I grabbed my own breasts, the leather covering them only enhancing the feeling. And I could do nothing to stop myself from cumming.

Apparently it was great entertainment to her to see me fall to the ground on all fours, my body shaking from the powerful contractions. I was like a bitch in heat, unable to stop that need for more. More intrusion, more vibration and more orgasms. Even after she stopped the vibration of the egg at some point, I came still twice after that, just from how my body was wired. Finish you shake, she said, and I wondered if there was more to it than just protein. But I could finish it now, after all the energy I had just spent.

In the two days after I was nothing more than a servant, a maid. My girlfriend enjoyed making me cum, often unexpectedly, while I was cleaning the entire house. But other than that I actually enjoyed my "freedom", despite the fact that I became more and more female in both body and slowly also my mind, as walking in a hobbleskirt and high heels hardly bothered me anymore and I voluntarily pushed my dildo deeper in my rear.