looked up sheepishly. “All right,” he said, “I’ll stay.”
Dodds looked doubtful. “Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be
thy lord and mistress?” It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech,
but Jason nodded.
Dodds persisted. “And you’ll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may
put to you?”
This scared Jason a little more, but he realized, too, that Dodds had
never shown any signs of being truly cruel, and although his methods
bordered on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had
always seemed to make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the
point of madness), his goal.
Jason dropped his head in submission.
“Yes.” he said.
Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile. “Fine. Fine, then it’s all settled.
Now we understand each other.” His voice rose to a shout. “AND FOR
BEING SO IMPERTINENT AS TO QUESTION ME, YOU CAN DAMN WELL REMAIN A
WOMAN FOR SEVERAL MORE HOURS!” When he finished his tirade, he was
still grinning.
He pulled out another rubber mask from the bag on the floor.
“I’ve a better face for you to wear, my dear,” he said, his voice
softening suddenly, “this suits my tastes much better.” After
fastening it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason’s head,
completing the illusion.
Like the other, this one had a zip up the back, and when it was on, he
pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed “Flora” her new face.
It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like a
woman’s face, although this face might have been more at home walking
the streets.
I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself. His eyes were
surrounded by bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with
mascara, and his lips were painted a hot passionate red. Also, his
mouth was no longer obstructed. He stuck out his tongue, through the
ruby lips, just to see if he could do it.
“Oh, don’t worry,” chuckled Dodds, “we’ll give that tongue something to
work on soon, never fear.” He continued chuckling to himself,
apparently thinking this very amusing, as he strapped onto “Floras”
head a simple trainer harness which had no gag or blindfold. It
circled the head three ways, and had many d-rings attached, but he
couldn’t really see the point.
Eventually, Mr. Dodds got around to lowering the dildo rod pinning
“Flora” in place, and loosened the fixtures attaching his boots to the
floor. He neglected to remove the arm binder, however, which still
clamped “Floras” now numb arms behind him.
When “Flora” was more or less free, Dodds led him back to the other
room. Once again, “Flora” marveled at the perfect replica of a man
that was securely fastened to the frame in front of him. Although some
small part of him had finally admitted that this wasn’t real, he still
thought of himself as a woman, at least temporarily.
-=*=-
Some time later, “Jason” watched Mr. Dodds return with “Flora”. Dodds
stood him in front of her, and began removing the steel thigh boots.
Until now, “Jason” had thought that she had been mistaken earlier, and
that they were actually something more prosaic, such as silver colored
leather. So perfect was their shape and fit, it seemed unreasonable to
expect someone to go to the trouble and expense of making them from
…End of the part73. To be continued..
