MONDAY

After I put my boots back on, I left her home quietly and walked the few blocks to the hotel. I found Angel in bed in her room, and crawled next to her, softly crying. She comforted me, as I fell asleep in her arms.

It was close to 3am when Jaxon joined us in bed, and he fucked my mouth first, as a warmup I guess, before he took Angel from behind. I had to eat her out, while he took me as well. Then Angel cleaned me out, and we went back to sleep, Jaxon sandwiched between us.

In the morning I took care of both Jaxon’s boner and Angel’s wet cunt, as I was denied my own orgasm. That didn't worry me though, as I was expecting two clients per hour soon. It was not to be though.

My whole morning was reserved for a new Mistress who would have everything filmed, as she demonstrated all her expertise to potential clients. That included piercings.

I was wearing a smoky black latex dress, courtesy of Angel, and my nipples poked out through the rubber fabric. The piercing was a whole show, as I screamed in my gag, ending up with a beautiful diamond stud in each of my nipples. The pain was nothing though compared to when she pierced the head of my manhood.

Tears were running across my face, as she curled a ring though my “meat”, then sprayed it with antiseptic and locked it back up. At least she waited for all the bleeding to be stopped, before she started hanging weights on my nipples and my cock ring. The pain would just not stop anymore, as I crawled across the floor.

A strong magnet pulled the weights, and thus me, to the floor, and she spanked my buttocks, until she switched to a whip. The dildo shaped gag, also mounted to the floor, kept my face down in the most humiliating way. I seriously questioned my sanity for needing the extra money. Why could she not be like Mistress Gabriella?

She left me, locked to the floor, as I had not enough strength to pull myself loose from the strong magnets. For an hour I could not move, as I softly cried. And then my own Mistress was there. I didn't realize it was her, until I was converted back into her pet, and her beautiful voice sounded in my cat ears.

She freed me from the weights on my nipples and manhood and used her soft mouth to soothe my painful breasts. She carefully put my manhood away, saying I wouldn't need it for a while. I couldn't agree more.

The afternoon was all about getting my mind off my painful spots, as she trained me to enjoy her strap-on, which touched me in all the right spots, providing a soft vibration. She was proud of me when I had my first anal orgasm, but then warned me I was not to cum anymore without the approval of the person fucking me.

A whole new hell started. After her strap-on she used vibrating dildos, magic sticks and even a fuck machine, to bring me close to another orgasm, but her voice in my cat ears kept warning me not to cum. It took everything I had in me to obey her, once more tears running over my cheeks, sweat almost spraying from my skin. With my gag I couldn't beg, and my mind collapsed on itself at some point.

Her voice took control of me, telling me to obey Mistress Gabriella, accepting she was in control. It was the simplest at some point to just give in, just accept. And once I decided to give my body over to her, the slight excitement to no longer have to think for myself, triggered an oncoming orgasm.

A sharp pain in my crotch stopped it. Mistress had saved me. I was so thankful I wanted to kiss her, hug her, worship her. I never wanted to cum again, unless she ordered me. If only I could talk, but my gag stopped every communication. I rubbed my head against her leg, and she scratched my head, accepting my submission.

When Master Jaxon came in, the voice in my head said, “She's ready”. And I was. He dropped his pants and held his half hard manhood close to me. The voice told me to get him ready, and I opened my mouth, as my gag was removed. Immediately it was replaced with his member.

Life was so simple now. I knew what to do to make him hard, like it was my only worry in the world. I sucked and twisted my tongue and tasted his pre-cum, which I cherished. He was growing rapidly and then pulled out. As he positioned behind me the voice told me to make him cum.

I pushed my rear back and up, offering my still gaping wet hole, and he pushed in deep, a feeling so much softer than the dildos, despite his hardness. I had one goal, and I used every muscle to squeeze his member, as I pushed backwards into him, trying to get him deeper inside me. He touched my sweet spots, and although it excited me, I knew I would no longer cum. His cumming was all I cared about.

I enticed him with small sounds, small moans, telling him I was his, and when I heard him groan I prepared to receive his shower. Then, Mistress’s voice in my head told me to cum with him. In seconds my body took over, and as I felt him shooting his cum, hours of denial made me explode.

At no point did I forget Master’s pleasure, but every move my own body made as I came, helped to squeeze more cum from him. We were one unit now, coming together. His groan mixed with my cry, and never in my life did I feel more content, a deep satisfaction resetting my mind.

When it was finally over, he patted my butt, told me I had done well, causing a smile on my face. When he then thanked Mistress for preparing me so well, I felt prouder than ever in my life. All pain was forgotten. All frustration was gone. I had given myself to my Mistress and she was satisfied. I had no desire for anything else.

Her voice in my head said, “Well done Deanna! You can take a nap now.” So, I curled up on the floor like the pet I was and fell asleep instantly.

It was Angel who woke me up and helped me out of my pet gear. She had a worried look on her face as she saw my piercings, the one in my dick specifically, but she saw no way to take it out, as it was a one-piece. She treated it with more antiseptic, my nipples as well, and then the wounds on my buttocks. She cried with me, feeling it was all her fault. I was comforting her now, explaining that thanks to Mistress Gabriella and Master Jaxon everything was okay.

Again we were closer together, when you share certain things with a sister, you become friends for life. She opened up as well, how Master Jaxon in essence saved her life. She had never really gotten over Sonya, not one relationship ever fitting her needs, neither with men, nor other women.

But the day she submitted herself to Master Jaxon was the day she started feeling alive again. If someone would have told me that only a week ago, I would have thought them mad, but now I completely understood. She was his queen as much as his servant. She was the envy of many men and at least as many women. He let her grow and blossom in “normal” life, she would be ravenous any time he needed her to be. And he owned her in bed.

She explained that she could no longer cum, without his approval, which he had given when she was with me. She was in love with me, and she hoped I'd stay Deanna and stay with her and Master Jaxon.

I knew it was impossible. I was going through all this trouble so I could pay Cynthia to turn me back, before I'd fly back home. At the same time I realized that Mistress Gabriella was now even more important than my wife, and I loved her unconditionally. I realized I loved Angel as well. And Master Jaxon, which did not feel weird, as I was Deanna now.

We kissed deeply and decided not to worry about it until Sunday came. We needed to get to work, so that I would be a perfect woman with perfect manners during the conference. I thought I knew everything already, but boy, was I wrong.

Being sexy is not enough. Certain movements, a wink or a smile at the right time, stroking your hair, or sticking out your breasts, were all subtle things that gave you the upper hand over a man. We practiced my voice to be sensual, we practiced higher heels, tighter skirts, we practiced makeup, posture, laughing and even crying. Then we practiced giving my body, using my mouth, my ass, providing any sexual act to close any deal I needed to make.

In one evening I learned a life lesson of female tricks, all aimed at getting from men, and sometimes other women, what I needed. Both Master Jaxon and Mistress Gabriella had given us the night off, yet Angel was a force herself. She worked my body and mind until she was convinced I was going to be perfect.

TUESDAY

I don't even remember when we fell asleep, or when Master joined us, but I never felt happier than when I woke up, sandwiched between my two lovers. Master was so proud of me, of the woman I had become, and he also told me that if I decided to remain Deanna, I was welcome as his second trophy girlfriend. I would never have to work again, as long as I submitted to him, like I already had submitted to Mistress Gabriella. Thoughts of my job and my wife at home suddenly were buried deep in my brain.

My outfit for the conference oozed pure sex. It was a black latex pencil skirt combined with a white satin blouse, over the sexiest latex lingerie I'd ever seen, with latex stockings, so transparent it looked sheer, in six inch pumps.

Having been a man once, I knew that every man would drool, just looking at me, and fantasize what they would say, if I would maybe start a conversation with them. I felt so powerful, it was a complete new thrill.

From the moment I signed in, I knew it was “my” conference. I would strike the deals for my company back home, the ones we had “hoped” I could make, to make these days a success. But already I knew better. I would get even better deals. And more than was expected. The company would beg me to stay Deanna as well!

From the first word I spoke during the breakfast gathering, men were hanging on every sentence I said. During presentations, speakers would aim their attention solely at me. Coffee and sweets were never far away, as men tried to get close to me. The questions I asked were considered the most important discussion points. And my targets walked around with hard-ons, which I couldn't wait to satisfy.

Angel showed up during lunch time, even though she was on no conference list. We joined a table with two women, who at first had been distant, but now enjoyed being in the presence of two goddesses. And they became the target of attention as well. We invited them over for dinner later, and some private, girls only, drinks afterwards.

It was surprising how many pictures were taken during the conference, I'd never seen the likes of it. Nor had I been in pretty much every one of them. I made three more female friends and I invited the six men I wanted to sign a contract with as well for dinner.

Jaxon was the perfect host that night, in our group of fourteen. Angel had worked with every woman, after the “official” first day was over, and in our amazing gowns we made all the men drool. Angel, as the “wife” of the host, in a breathtaking leather gown, and I, in a classic style gown, made from latex, were the middle point of any conversation, but in my newfound female skills it was clear to every male that on day two I would relieve their sexual tension, as a reward for signing the best possible deal.

After dinner Jaxon took all the men to a poker table, as Angel guided the rest of us to our bedroom, where champagne and caviar was waiting. As we all got tipsier Angel and I worked on every woman, and made them ours. Multiple orgies went on, as we redefined the word sisterhood. Several “new” couples went to their own bedrooms afterwards, promising to share their adventures the next day.

I went to see Mistress Gabriella, very hot myself, and she had a perfect solution to relieve that. Instead of turning me once more into her pet, I had to strip fully naked. Then I had to sit on all fours, and prepare my rear, as she would get another pet of hers.

He was huge! But well trained on her leash. He pushed his nose in my crotch, that I had pushed proudly in the air, and lapped his tongue once over my sex. My fire ignited right away. Mistress commanded him to mount me, then told me I could cum with him, but not before.

He was not gentle. I could feel his paws on the bare skin of my back, as he pushed deep inside me. I had to relax my muscles completely to allow his thick monster in, more than a foot long. Once his balls slapped my butt, he started growing inside me, not longer, but thicker, in a way that locked his dick inside me. That's when he started growling in my ears.

The huge dog was so horny, and I knew he would not release me until he'd cum, and made me his bitch. The thought I could control all these men earlier, and now this magnificent animal, made me extremely horny myself. Maybe they all thought they had me under control, but the truth was, they were mine. They were all my bitch!

It was a thrill to be taken like this. His continued pumping, the locked knot, his growling, his licking my neck, it all led to a volcano eruption, I have no better comparison. I was sure his sperm shot all the way into my stomach, as my muscles milked more from him. In seconds I completely redefined the meaning of the word bitch. I howled with him as the pressure built up inside me, the fluids not having a way out.

My orgasm simply didn't stop, for the same reason, as the pressure that caused it never let up. Had I been a female dog, there was no doubt in my mind I would have his litter, all my eggs impregnated by this stallion. And a crazy thought in my head wished it to be true.

Eventually we both came down to earth, although we were still locked together for at least fifteen more minutes, as his dick slowly took its normal proportions inside me. When he finally pulled out, Mistress pushed a plug inside me, keeping the pressure on, as she said, “Come on Caesar.” She led the dog around me and he pushed his crotch in my face, and I knew I had to clean him.

I promise you, I would have been just as disgusted as most of you are, but I was his bitch now, and that's what bitches do. I licked the goo from his dick, as it slowly disappeared in a sleeve of skin, I cleaned his balls, as they were getting ready again for the next time. And with a little bite when I was done, he finally backed away.

As Mistress took him to another room, I stayed on all fours, waiting for her return. I heard her voice finally, “Well done, Deanna, again! I will enjoy that recording many times, and so will Caesar. I never saw him so happy. You have been my cat girl so far, but you are a perfect bitch as well.” Again, an enormous sense of pride washed over me.

She continued telling me to keep the plug in for Angel, as she would clean me out. I was to put my clothes back on and get back to her as quickly as possible. And make sure to close the door behind me. And she was gone.