SATURDAY

Once more did I become a panther and had a lazy day with my new lover. I took care of dinner this time, although it took me almost an hour to hunt down the frightened deer on our savanna. Nero directed me, gave me hints on what to do, and cheered for me, as I finally took the prey down, exhausted as I was by then. He had to feed me, as I had no power left to rip off the meat. But slowly I gained my strength back, as I drank the blood, mighty proud of my first kill ever.

My energy went up and down that day, as we had sex multiple times. I had no problem cumming without any prompt, so Mistress had done another great job on me.

It's amazing how much time you have to ponder your life, once you've gone back to animal level. I couldn't even think of myself anymore as a man, so why would I go back to my wife the following day? Unless she was okay with me being Deanna? It definitely would make things easier with the company, with Deanna being such a successful sales person. And my influence on all my contacts, that only knew me as a sexy woman. But what if my wife wanted Dean back?

If I would decide to not go back, what would I do then? Stay with Jaxon and Angel and live a prosperous life in the casino he now owned? Or would I keep working for Georgia and make thousands per week? Or submit myself completely to Mistress Gabriella, and serve her permanently? But she was already turning me away, it almost seemed, as she had prepared me for living with Jaques and even with Nero.

Is that where my future would be? As a trophy wife slash personal maid to Jaques? Or would I give up my humanity and live with Nero, a very uncomplicated life, but with unquestionable love? Or would Jaques want something in between? Like a panther during the day, but a trophy wife at night?

My head almost started to hurt, when a simple growl from Nero told me to stop worrying. And suddenly I knew what bothered me.

I talked with Jaques about it after my day with Nero was over. He was very clear about what he thought my future should be. He had seen Nero never happier, and that was more important to him than his own pleasure. He had already seen and heard how my human life was affected by me living as an animal, and he simply did not want me anymore as either a maid or his trophy wife.

Should I choose to become Nero’s wife, mate, whatever you want to call it, he insisted on a chip being implanted in my brain, that was specially developed for him. It would make the panther instinct part of me, rather than the external computer guiding me. And that counted for full control over the exoskeleton as well. The computer would still be there, but more for communication than anything else. He wanted the chip for the previous trainer already, but she refused, hence her early retirement. 

He warned me that once I would accept the instinct chip, I would never get back to being a human, as that would feel completely unnatural to me. Also, as I would no longer being considered human, he could not pay me. He would setup a trust fund though that would guarantee a full, satisfactory life for both me and Nero.

I shook my head however. It couldn't be. As much as I loved Nero, I could not be his mate. He deserved a real panther, a true female panther, that could give him offspring, something I could never provide.

Jaques was quiet for a long time, and he finally asked me, if he could somehow adapt my body, so I could provide for Nero's offspring, would I do it?

I wasn't sure what to say, as it simply seemed impossible. Yes, sex changes were possible nowadays, but they didn't include female fertility, and I had never heard of womb transplantation, let alone from animal to human.

But Jaques was persistent. You simply didn't become a billionaire by not believing you couldn't solve impossibilities. So, he proposed the following: I would live as Nero's mate for the next two years, during which Jaques would try to find a way to get me pregnant. If he wasn't successful, then after two years he would release me and I could become human again. With a fifty million dollar bank account. At the same time he would find a female panther that could provide offspring. I had still a choice then, if I would take the welps as my own and raise them with Nero, or get out and have Nero start a new life with the new female. He expected my decision by the next day.

It was Mistress Gabriella who picked me up, as it was my last night, and I was to spend it with her until 8am Sunday. She was still fully covered in her leather catsuit, which was even more attractive to me now that I had become a panther myself. It appeared to me however that I'd never seen her real face. She promised me that was going to change before the night was over.

When we reached her place, we were not alone. There was another pet, in a very familiar outfit, “walking” on her knees and elbows. I could tell she was gagged, blind and her hearing was filled with hypnosis sounds, yet she looked very familiar. It was Lucy!

Mistress confirmed it, with me being there for the last night, Lucy had answered the moment Mistress had contacted her. She had been so eager to be owned, that she'd signed a contract that would bind her for life to Mistress. Tonight Caesar would make her his bitch, but before that someone else would fuck her. Me. She ordered me to cum as quickly as I could.

I had mixed feelings about this, having accepted already that I was no longer a man. But Mistress had the key to my dick, as well as the remote to my control ring, that was put on me just a week before by Jaxon. My dick was pathetically small, and no setting on the remote could make it grow, neither pain, nor pleasure. Yet, a simple finger in my rear had me cumming in seconds, completely bypassing any feeling in my dick.

Mistress mounted a rubber phallus over my non-functional manhood, and then she ordered me to take Lucy doggie style. Lucy was soaking wet, and she enjoyed my “dick”, but there was no pleasure at all involved for me. Not until Mistress shoved a remote controlled vibrator in my ass, did things turn around. I started moving my dick in the same rhythm as what happened in my rear, and soon I had Lucy cumming, which took me over the edge as well.

As Mistress removed the rubber from my real dick, it was just as small as before, and it had not squirted one drop of semen. That's when I heard a familiar voice. “I just can't believe it!” It was my wife's voice.

Apparently a camera had filmed everything that had happened. It had been live streamed straight to my wife, on the east coast, whose face was suddenly visible on a big screen. My heart stood still. How did Mistress know Sonya?

It was then that Mistress removed her leather mask and hood, and there before me stood Angel, in all her beauty. The shock of that got my heart going again, and I suddenly understood the connection. Many years ago, in Bible school, I learned that the top angel's name was Gabriel. 

Angel, I mean Mistress Gabriella, ordered me to show my tattoo to the camera, and I could do nothing but obey. My wife read the text out loud: “Property of Mistress Angel”. I slumped down, my head hanging in defeat.

Suddenly I heard Mistress's voice. “Deanna! Stand up straight, and look me in the eyes. You will no longer know me as Mistress Gabriella. From now on you will only recognize me as Mistress Angel. Now, get on your knees, and kiss my boots!”

“Yes Mistress Angel”, was my immediate reply, as I went on my knees and kissed the tip of her leather boots. “You owe me a hundred bucks, Sonya darling”, I heard Mistress say, and my wife answered, “Yes my love, I didn't believe it when you told me he could not resist your leather. But I'm glad you took him over to our side. She looks wonderful!”

It was then that Mistress explained that it was much more than that, and she started a video and ordered me to watch. It was then that I learned that everything that had happened in the past week was recorded. I saw my first time having sex with Angel, dressing in her leather and I saw how Jaxon took me. I saw many of the dicks I took either in my mouth or in my rear. I saw how Caesar made me his bitch and how I licked him clean. I saw myself eat out Angel after Caesars cum was transferred to her pussy. I saw myself treating many of the women at the conference. I saw how my nipples and dick were pierced. I saw how my nipples were turned into diamonds, and how I rewarded Jaques. And finally I saw myself with Nero, how we ripped an antelope apart and how I gave myself to him. I saw myself killing the deer, and I saw how much I was in love with Nero. And suddenly my future was clearly outlined in my mind. And it seemed that was where Angel and Sonya were heading too.

Jaques had paid Sonya two million dollars to start her divorce procedure, and I would be served the papers early in the morning. He also paid Angel two million to transfer her ownership of me to him. I had made enough money this week to pay my debt to Jaxon, and I wouldn't need any more for Cynthia to revert my changes. Jaxon had also agreed to let Sonya live with him and Angel, so the two lovers were finally together.

The rest of the night was spent on rewriting my brain to accept that Angel was no longer my owner, and Master Jaques was. I knew I would always love her, but it wasn't compulsory any more. I actually enjoyed seeing Lucy being taken by Caesar, as I prepared myself for losing my humanity. 

SUNDAY

When my divorce papers were served, I signed them right away. I also sent my immediate resignation to my company, which was in essence responsible for sending me to Vegas. I said my goodbyes to Angel and Jaxon, when they dropped me off at the castle. 

I signed the paperwork with Jaques to use the chip on me. Another contract explained my two year commitment at becoming Nero's mate and his commitment to get me pregnant by Nero. The contract discussed my then lifelong commitment as a black panther, and his commitment to keep Nero and me together for as long as we lived, in a healthy and natural environment. Our offspring would also be treated with respect. 

The chip procedure was non invasive, and took only an hour. But right away I started having troubles understanding what was said to me, as I was put in my panther suit. The external computer was helpful in explaining what was expected of me, but it no longer controlled me. It finally felt natural when I walked on all fours, and in how I controlled my tail.

My tail jumped when I saw my mate again, and I told him I would stay at night from now on as well. We celebrated with a delicious round of sex, as he tried to get me pregnant. Later we enjoyed a goat for dinner that he'd taken down while I cleaned my hide. Afterwards I cleaned his skin as well.

I remember my human life still, specifically how I was forced into submission through pain and pleasure. Now, as an animal, I had given myself freely to my mate, my lover, but instead of forcing his dominance on me, he took me on as his equal, and shared himself in the same way. No tricks, no contracts, just a lifelong commitment to love each other.