WEDNESDAY

Anyone who's ever had an enema, will know the feeling I had when walking the block back to the hotel. I had to squeeze the plug tight in my rear, as to prevent me from emptying out right on the street. My steps were even smaller than what the dress allowed, yet somehow I managed to trot sexy still, given a few wolf whistles that followed me.

Angel was still hot, not having found any release yet. Somehow I had assumed she would put her mouth on me, and suck me out, but she put a contraption onto the butt plug, which looked almost like a dildo. She then lined her pussy up and fed the dildo thing inside her. As she started riding it, her movements caused the pressure to build up again inside me, and when she came, the flood gates opened, and everything that had been inside me squirted into her womb.

She screamed in ecstasy from that release as she finally got her reward, while my own body could finally relax, with the pressure gone. When she finally pulled off my “dick”, she ordered me to eat her out. I was so conditioned already that I didn't even hesitate, as I ate her out, only then realizing this was dog cum, mixed with my own anal juices, and her wetness. It tasted delicious.

Later that night we repeated it more or less, after Jaxon filled me up. After shooting it into Angel's pussy I ate her out again, enjoying it even more.

Jaxon explained that all the men from the dinner party had made a decent profit gambling, and each and everyone would sign an extremely profitable contract with me. It was up to me to reward them again.

Day two of the conference was even better. My new lady friends all wanted more from me, both business wise and personal. I managed to set up some new contracts that could lead to potential collaboration in three new fields. I ate two out over coffee, the other three over lunch.

Jaxon was right, the male targets were all ready to sign as well. Never wait until the last day, is my motto, as I managed to get all contracts signed, and I made sure every man was satisfied. I never realized I had signed as Deanna, as I faxed all the papers to the home office.

I was invited by a billionaire for dinner, and I accepted when I learned Angel and Jaxon would be honored guests. In a private session before dinner he offered me a diamond necklace, worth twenty grand, which was to be mine, but I had to sign a document that I would never sell it. I also had to accept the matching piercings that turned my nipples into diamonds themselves. I had never seen something so beautiful, and they were mine. They were also permanent.

As he took me as an appetizer he plugged me with another matching diamond, that was clearly visible under the translucent latex gown he had me wear. I didn't care. Diamonds were my new best friends.

He offered me a job as well, as his personal maid during the day, and his trophy wife during the night. With a guaranteed allowance of a million dollars per month. He gave me until Sunday to decide.

Later I learned he had worked on Jaxon and Angel as well, as Jaxon was now co-owner and general director of the casino he so loved. I never found out what he promised Angel, but she was also wearing stunning diamonds.

I signed two more contracts that night, but I got a frantic call about signing as Deanna from the office and the legality of it. I told them not to worry, as my name had been legally changed. They had to change the internal systems though before they could process the contracts, and I realized that my new name would stick around longer than I had anticipated.

That night, my session with Mistress Gabriella was all about serving as a maid, and I had to wear a French maid’s uniform, all in black latex, except for the white petticoat and apron. Some of the serving had to be done with my arms bound behind my back, and a serving tray hanging below my breasts. She had me wear some earbuds, that would teach me servitude and protocol through smart lessons, that truly stuck in my mind.

Although Jaxon and Angel made it perfectly clear that I was still welcome in their bed, if I decided to remain Deanna, they would understand if I took the opportunity with my billionaire friend. I was still convinced though I'd go back to my wife as Dean.

THURSDAY

Like most conferences, the last day is about hangovers and saying goodbyes. One particular new friend though, Lucy, with whom I'd gotten quite close, invited me to her room. She had observed how I had taken care of the needs of the larger group we were both part of, but also that none had taken care of my needs. I laughed it off, saying that Jaxon and Angel had taken great care of me, but that did not satisfy her. She was going to fix that.

It became awkward when she realized I didn't have a pussy to eat out. And my dick was firmly locked away, and I didn't even know anymore who could unlock it. Jaxon? Georgia? Cynthia? Or Mistress Gabriella perhaps? Funny thing was, I didn't even care anymore. My rear was my pussy, and I told her that's how she could satisfy me.

Luckily, she had the right toys, and a serious looking vibrator, combined with her sucking my diamond nipples, got me real worked up. It was not enough though to make me cum. Her tongue was a delight as she licked me out, but in the end she got frustrated. What was she doing wrong to me, that I wouldn't cum? I whispered she'd have to order me.

She was shocked. Then she told me she just wanted me to cum, and it sounded like an order, and so I exploded. As much as she was shocked, she liked the power she had over me, and she made me cum two more times. I thanked her, as I saw how horny it had gotten her, and I went down on her, getting her off twice as well.

When we had both recovered, she wanted to know all about how it worked, and how I had gotten to be like that. I explained I had the best Mistress in the world and that I was trained through love and pain and dog and mind fuck. She got excited and wanted me to introduce her to my Mistress. I told her I'd do my best for her.

That night, after a wonderful evening with Angel and Jaxon, I gave Mistress Gabriella Lucy's number, and she was just as interested as Lucy had been. For me, everything was now about preparing for Jaques, my billionaire friend, as he had purchased all my remaining companion time from Georgia. High power etiquette, foods and drinks, money, clothing, what to talk about, what not to talk about, even with an extra hour added it was too much.

FRIDAY

I wore an elegant dress the next morning, latex of course, with all my diamonds properly displayed. Angel dropped me off at “The Castle”, where a beautiful maid led me to the “throne room”. Jaques was indeed sitting on a throne, and once more I fell in love, not feeling guilty this time at all.

He was sleek, powerful, and pure muscles that I could see him flex as he looked at me in wonder. I went straight at him and brushed his skin, which had the softest fur ever. “His name is Nero”, Jaques said from above me, which was fitting, as I kept stroking the raven black skin of the panther, lazily lying at Jaques’ feet, a content purr coming deep from his throat.

Apparently it changed everything. No longer was I destined to be his personal maid, I was now to be Nero's companion and personal trainer, as his old one recently retired, early.

There was a uniform, a catsuit, obviously, which cost more than three million dollars, according to the maid who helped me put it on. It was more than just clothing, it was laced with high-tech. It was almost like an exoskeleton, invisible under the panther like black fur.

The last part was a much more cat-like mask than I had worn before, earlier in the week. There was no gag, but a whole new set of teeth was mounted in my mouth. Sharp fangs, like a panther.

I didn't learn about the computer controlling the suit, until every part of my skin was covered, and a diamond collar was wrapped around my neck. The computer was tuned into Nero and would be able to translate most of his growls and moves. It would act as my instinct, and potentially move my body in anticipation, before my mind could.

Orders would be submitted to the computer and it would help me to convey the message to Nero, mainly when it was dinner time, exercise time, or when our presence was needed with Master Jacques.

When I left the dressing room into the yard, I suddenly fell on all fours, and in a mirror I saw myself and I looked very much like a panther myself. The computer helped me walk on all fours, and I felt tremendous power in my “mechanical” muscles.

The yard turned out to be a four acre habitat, suitable for multiple panthers. And Nero was waiting for me. He clearly approved of my looks, and he pushed a large part of his body against mine. I could feel his heat, sense his breathing, smell his sweat and his sex. As he started moving, my body moved with him, our touch remaining.

He showed me everything. His favorite tree to sleep in, a covered area for when it rained, multiple ponds, a savanna, and several grottos. The computer signaled to me that an antelope was released in the habitat, and I gave a growl to tell Nero. He went instantly into hunting mode, and I saw from close distance how in minutes he took the prey down.

I have never been very bloodthirsty, but the efficiency in which he performed the kill, his muscles pulsing with power, his massive jaws covered in blood, and the way he offered the food to me first, made my own body heat up rapidly, and in a very animalistic way I opened my own maul, and ripped a chunk of meat from the dead body.

I should have been disgusted by the raw bloody meat, yet it tasted like the perfect steak. I wondered how much tech happened to be here to make me act, even enjoy this way. Together we ripped the animal apart and had our fill. Afterwards, in an act of extreme intimacy, he licked my face clean, and I did the same to him, surprised how agile my tongue was.

As we both cleaned our claws, lying in the sun, he moved his body against me once more, and together we fell asleep. I never felt so safe in my life.

Hours later, I had no clue of the time, but the sun had moved over quite a bit, my instinct, my built in computer, woke me up. I could sense that Nero was awake, and I could smell he was horny. The computer was already preparing my body for penetration, and I could feel my tail swing excitedly. I could even smell my own reaction now, a never before experienced horniness, as I wanted him on me.

Instinct took over, or should I say my computer, as I took a submissive position, my tail in the air, offering my “womanhood” to my lover. He growled and I growled back, urging him. He needed no further encouragement. My computer commanded I could not cum, until he was.

Again I had no idea how much was tech and how much was me, but when he took me, I could feel him in my rear, where my body told me it was my pussy. My new “muscles” easily held his weight, on top of me. With large strokes he took me as his woman, his mate, and when he came, I came with him, my mind full of the babies I would provide to him.

Minutes later, my body was in a very awkward position, yet it felt all natural, as I cleaned my crotch area with my tongue, my leg stretched high up in the air. His junk tasted better than anything I had tasted earlier this week, mixed with my own juices. Nero cleaned himself in a similar way, a smile on his face.

We took walks together, our bodies always touching, as I knew how it would be from now. That's when a message came in from the Master. He needed us.

I guided Nero to the dedicated entrance into the castle, but my body stayed in panther mode, meaning on all four. We were led to the throne room, where Nero took his place where I'd seen him before, and I laid down on the other side of the chair.

Master was very pleased, I could hear it in the tone of his voice, but I did not understand the words he spoke. Somehow the computer had taken my ability away to understand human talk, but I was fine with that. A soft growl by Nero told me not to worry.

I recognized multiple people though. Jaxon was there with Angel, and I saw Georgia with Cynthia. I knew they were talking about me, as Angel started rubbing my skin. I enjoyed her touch and a low purr escaped now from my throat.

Apparently they all came to an agreement and the computer told me to say goodbye to Nero and go back to the dressing room. I licked Nero's face and he told me to come back soon. He didn't like sleeping alone anymore.

Taking off the suit took a long time, as my mind disconnected from the computer and slowly my instinct disappeared. As I could clearly think as a human again, I felt no remorse at all about what had happened that day. Not about the kill, not about eating raw meat, not about cleaning his skin, or sleeping with him, and definitely not about having sex with him. The only remorse I felt was about it being over.

When we drove back to the hotel, I asked what they had talked about with Jacques. They were surprised that I had not been able to understand the discussion. Angel explained that Jacques had recognized you were the perfect companion to his panther, and he would pay any amount to convince me to take the job. He would pay Jaxon and Angel as well, and also Cynthia and Georgia, and even Mistress Gabriella, if they'd help in convincing me.

I didn't have dinner with them, as I felt I had eaten enough for the day. Reality however was that I didn't feel for human food at all. Likewise, we had no sex that night, although we were quite intimate. All I could think about was being with Nero, and that was also what Mistress Gabriella prepared me for later. It took the full hour to rewrite my brain again, allowing me to freely cum, as long as I was in panther mode. It was a very unpleasant experience, apparently it's easier to reprogram someone's mind than reverse programming it. Only the next day I would find out if it had worked.