PRESENTS 
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Part 1: Diana 
Dianne wearily extracted her white stockinged leg from her car, dropping one of 
her conservative, plain cream pumps on the garage floor, and paused to stare at 
her fallen shoe, which lay rocking on the black tarmac. Her layoff had finally 
come today and she had just driven home on habit alone. Once the familiar 
commuting ritual was over, reality began to sink in and she felt too drained get 
out of her car. At last, she resolved to climb out, extending herself to her 
slim, athletic 5'5". Dianne had felt good this morning so she had worn her 
favorite cream crepe business suit with its matching knee length skirt, and had 
accented it with an emerald green silk blouse which complimented her green eyes. 
With a sigh of determination she freed her long, strawberry-blonde hair from its 
hairdini bun. Having made herself feel slightly better, she lifted her head and 
swiftly walked to her apartment. 
She saw the shoebox-sized present sitting on her doorstep and was instantly both 
delighted and puzzled because she couldn't remember mail ordering anything. The 
box was black and shiny, and was tied with a wide, white satin ribbon, which 
came together in a large, crisp bow on top. She picked the box up, and read the 
attached, plain white tag, which had no other markings other than 
"For My Diana", 
in curly, black script. The contents, were light, and shifted around softly when 
she shook the box. 
After a few seconds contemplating who might have sent it or even why, she 
decided she'd had enough of this mystery and a long, hot shower sounded like her 
best bet. She dug for her keys inside her black patent purse, and went inside. 
She tossed the mystery box onto her bed, carefully took off and hung up her work 
clothes, and, slowly and determinedly, rinsed the day's miseries away. 
Dianne emerged from the shower naked with her head bent forwards, walking while 
she toweled her hair, which hung in wet strings in front of her. She whipped it 
behind her where it streamed past her smooth, graceful shoulders. As she dabbed 
her towel over the droplets of water her hair had sprinkled over her body, she 
brushed it against her sex by chance, and she instinctively began touching 
herself. Blushing with embarrassment, she stopped her hand after a few rubs. 
She decided to get to the first order of business which was that mystery package 
sitting on her bed. She tossed the enigmatic card aside, and the crisp, perfect 
bow came undone easily. Then she flipped open the shiny box lid, and 
contemplated the jumble inside. 
Dianne removed a black, shiny, jelly-like thing from the crumpled packing papers 
and stared at it in her hands. It was made of a black, rubbery, mirror-like 
plastic cloth, whose surface effortlessly slid over itself as her hands played 
with it. It flopped around making squishy noises as she poured the sensuous 
material from one hand to the other. She eventually discovered that it was a 
pair of panties but with a startling difference, as if the strange material 
weren't enough! There were two large, intricately patterned dildoes on the 
inside which corresponded to where her pussy and ass would be. She recoiled in 
disgust and dropped the thing at that revelation, but her unfulfilled lust kept 
her fixated on its rudeness. 
Her eyes crept back to the strange panties. She slowly snaked a hand out to them 
and gingerly picked them up. Her hands stroked and fondled the panties' obscene, 
fleshy smoothness. Her mind was already made up, but she held still as she 
gathered the courage to put them on. 
Dianne stood up off her bed and put her legs through the panties one at a time. 
She nervously shivered as she felt the panties' cool slickness on her skin and 
the panties' two fleshy members bobbing between her legs as she pulled them 
upwards. Her face flushed with anticipation. She climbed on her bed, spread her 
knees and guided the larger front dildo towards her pussy with her hands. Its 
smooth, shiny slickness and her own lubrication swiftly glided the squishy 
member inside her. 
As she gently pushed the dildo in, she felt a pleasant fullness creep up her 
through her moist hole, which kept filling her deeper and deeper until she 
thought she would burst. Just when she felt she couldn't take any more, her 
outer lips felt the cool, slick touch of the panties attached to the dildo's 
base. As she relaxed and got used to feeling the firm squishiness filling her 
sex, she thought, "Comfortable, a custom fit..." She pulled the panties' 
waistband over her hips and felt the rubbery material coldly oozing as it 
settled over her warm hips. She leaned forward, squeezing the intrusion with her 
cunt muscles, and it surprisingly responded with a pleasant throb. 
She gasped at this surprise, and as she sat back onto her heels, she felt 
something behind her, and realized that it was the rear dildo sticking out of a 
leg hole. Dianne had never been penetrated anally, and briefly wondered if she 
could just leave it there for now, but having been very pleased with the results 
from the front end, she quickly slipped a hand down the panties, grasped the 
misdirected butt plug and pointed its tip to her rear hole and bent her body 
forwards, resting on her other hand. She thought briefly about lubricating it, 
but her excitement, plus her faith in the dildo's slick plastic overrode her 
fears. Sure enough, as soon as she relaxed, the force of the stretchy, shiny, 
black panties was all that was needed to push the tip of the slippery dildo into 
her rear. She felt its smooth ripples stretch her anus as it glided in under its 
own power, filling her with new, exotic sensations (and guilt!). Her finger 
pushed the anal intruder in to its furthest, and like its counterpart quivering 
in her pussy, gave an unexpected, but equally pleasing throb. 
Dianne gave a delicate sigh of delight as her front and rear began pulsing with 
increasing pleasure and sensation. She toppled over onto her back and put her 
knees together to raise the pressure on her deliciously pounding pussy and ass. 
Squirming uncontrollably in ecstasy, she fondled her breasts, tweaking her erect 
nipples. Her hands wandered over her body, caressing it softly, and occasionally 
sliding down and feeling the smoothness of her pleasure panties, but they 
quickly moved on, as there was no more pleasure her fingers could add to her 
uncontrollable, pulsing crotch. 
The pleasure teased her, ever so slowly building, but just fast enough to keep 
her helplessly squirming and moaning in anticipation. Then, just before she 
would come, it would back off just enough to keep her grunting with frustration, 
and start the cycle over again. 
Dianne lost track of time as she entered a trance of a path meandering slowly, 
but inevitably towards ecstasy. Her bedsheets and pillows became soaked in her 
sweat, and she felt her bedroom's air warm and thick with her moisture which 
fogged her windows and mirror, but by that point she wasn't capable of caring 
about anything outside of her pleasure. She saw, but didn't care about the 
sunset dimming into twilight through her fogged window. 
Suddenly, she began thrusting her hips forth and back, faster and faster as if 
at some phantom lover. Little by little, her head began flopping forwards and 
back, hitting the mattress, and bouncing forward with more strength. She looked 
down and saw how her hips were now encased in perfect, black, shininess. She saw 
how her pussy was now a narrow, shallow depression in a perfect smoothness, and 
it hit her. 
Diana gave a tiny squeal of release from her feminine throat as she overloaded 
with pleasure. Her hips bucking wildly as she thrashed and rolled, rubbing 
sensation from her soft pillows and comforter. Her long blonde tresses flew 
wildly, whipping her chest, shoulders, and back. 
With one final pleasure-grunt, Dianne flopped into her now-messy bed, and while 
barely feeling the streams of sweat as they rolled down her face. She lay still, 
breathing heavily and savoring her pussy's contractions as it milked the rubbery 
dildo for its imaginary semen. 
Dianne grunted in surprise as another wave of pleasure swelled in her crotch. 
Her mind became purely animal as she rolled around and caressed herself amidst 
her sweat and drool soaked bedsheets until she came again. 
Again, and again, she was brought to orgasm, each time her mind became more 
numbed. The orgasms kept on coming until she was so tired that her body barely 
moved and her mind had long since gone under. Finally, she passed out into bliss 
from utter exhaustion, and just slept there naked (except for the panties, of 
course) and with her legs splayed wide open. 
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She woke up with a start. It was dark outside. She looked at her clock radio and 
was dismayed to read 3:09AM. Her throat was parched. Dianne got up and stumbled 
to the kitchen where she gulped down two cool glasses of water. Then she noticed 
that she still had the pleasure panties on! "Wow, this thing is really 
comfortable", she exclaimed quietly to herself, while stroking her black, shiny 
hips, and noting how smoothly the pleasure panties' edges met her skin. She 
suddenly felt the urge to pee. She walked to her bathroom fumbling with the 
pleasure panties' waistband, and was all prepared to sit down on the toilet, 
when she realized that she couldn't get her fingers between herself and the 
panties! Its edges were joined seamlessly with her waist all around! She tried 
the leg holes without any success. The damn panties had glued themselves to her! 
She felt her rear. The smooth surface had shaped itself perfectly to the "peach" 
of her butt! She felt the two globes of her ass obscenely sliding against each 
other as she tried to rub the black shininess off her waist in vain. She gave up 
and then she suddenly realized that she still had to pee! She didn't want to 
mess her floor, so she climbed, sobbing, into her shower where she had taken a 
normal shower just hours ago. 
She squatted, let her bladder go, and was surprised to see a golden stream come 
out from where it would normally exit, except, of course, it came through a hole 
somewhere in the damned panties! After she was done relieving herself, she felt 
the area, and there was indeed, a small hole where her "piss hole" (for lack of 
a better word) should have been. She explored her backside, and found a button 
sized plastic doughnut where her "asshole" (again, for lack of a gentler word) 
used to be. 
She cussed at the panties and herself for being so stupid having put them on in 
the first place. Dianne, spent by her rage, sank down onto the toilet seat and 
stared into her black shiny crotch. 
Dianne suddenly noticed that she was, once again becoming aroused sexually. She 
cried "NOO!", as the unremovable front and rear dildoes worked their magic on 
her sex. After a few minutes, she was playing with her breasts. In her erotic 
trance, she noticed that if she moved in a certain direction, the stimulation 
got stronger. She was lead out of the bathroom, out of her bedroom, and crawled 
drunkenly towards the front door. There she was stopped by her dread, while her 
crotch promised her further delights if she went outside. Fear sank like a stone 
in her gut while her desire mounted with each passing moment. 
She began caressing the door, feeling its hard, white surface while attempting 
to avert her eyes from the door handle. She rubbed her body against the door, 
moaning at every cold, hard touch. Then her eyes wandered onto the doorknob and 
she drooled. Unconsciously, a hand snaked out, stroking its round bronze 
hardness. She stuck out her tongue to taste its metal. Knowing she was beaten, 
she yielded to her desire, she turned the knob and opened the door from her 
knees. 
Outside was another present, shiny, and black with a wide white ribbon, just 
like the first, but this box was about two feet tall and just as wide. Dianne 
had given up all resistance in despair and let her crotch tell her that this new 
box was her new sex object. She hastily dragged the box (which was much heavier 
than the first one) inside, quickly closing and locking the door. She wrapped 
her legs around the box and hugged her body to it, licking it, and savoring its 
coldness against her breasts. 
She undid the bow hurriedly, and tossed the lid aside, revealing a black satin 
lined tray with a black, shiny studded collar in the middle. She couldn't resist 
the urge to wrap it around her neck and slide the connecting tongue at one end 
inside the hole in its heavy, silvery buckle, which went behind her. She heard a 
whir, felt the collar tightening around her neck, and then heard a fizzing 
noise. For a moment, she regained herself and put her hands to her neck to rip 
the collar off. But this "present" was much tougher than her now- permanent 
panties, and both collar and buckle couldn't be moved, and would soon be part of 
her. She pounded her fists into her plush carpeting, tears flowing down her face 
while she sobbed. 
All of a sudden, Diana felt very relaxed, even pleased about what had happened 
to her. She sprung up off the floor, and almost danced her way to her 
full-length mirror. The Pleasure Panties were beautiful, so was the Obedience 
Collar, but she wanted more... She lifted the First Tray that had held her 
Collar, and found the Corset with garters, the Stockings, the six-inch 
high-heeled Ankle Boots, and the short Gloves, which had buckled bands attached 
for each ankle and wrist! And all were made from the smooth, black shininess she 
now loved! She picked up and closed the Corset around herself. She felt its 
sides pinching her waist tighter and tighter as she fed each of the Corset's 
tightening straps into their heavy chrome buckles. She excitedly fed the last 
buckle, and with whirrs and fizzes, the Corset cinched itself around her waist 
permanently! She ran her hands over her new hourglass curves, shaking with 
excitement! She was fed the knowledge that the Corset would tighten gradually 
over the following months until her waist measured a perfect 19"! She rolled up 
and smoothed the shiny black Stockings over her firm, creamy calves and thighs, 
only stopping less than an inch from her pulsing captive crotch, and they 
transformed her legs into shapely slender shafts of liquid sex. To these she 
attached the eight emerald green ribbon garters from her Corset, which was 
trimmed in a matching emerald green satin! Emerald Green was her pre-slavery 
self's favorite color and here it was in the lines defining her cruelly pinched 
waist, dominated in a sea of smooth black slickness! The Boots and Gloves 
slithered onto her for perfect fits, and their heavy black cuffs soon sealed 
themselves onto her forever! 
As she looked at herself in the mirror, Diana was very pleased about how she 
looked now: her new hourglass figure, her legs and hands sealed in smooth, black 
shininess, her feet molded into pretty, shiny boots with those sexy high-heels. 
She was shiny and beautiful everywhere she could possibly want, and permanently 
too! But she still wanted more... 
She went over to the Second Present and removed the Second Tray, and kissed it 
lovingly before gently setting it aside. At the bottom of the Second Present was 
her Maid's Uniform! Slut/Slave Diana squealed in erotically enhanced delight as 
she ceremoniously lifted the Uniform from the box, and held its slick, black 
coolness against herself. She trotted it over to her full-length mirror where 
she held it against herself. Mesmerized, she admired its humiliating frilly, 
lacy design in the mirror. 
A throb from her aching crotch broke her out of her daze, and she put the 
costume on. Its long, shiny, black sleeves flowed over her arms, and she poked 
her Glove-encased hands through its frilly lace cuffs. Her neck was encircled by 
a high collar of frilly lace, strategically placed half-cups forced her breasts 
together, while a triangular studded cutout plunged from her neckline revealing 
the half cups and baring her enforced cleavage. The bodice melted perfectly over 
her Corset-nipped waist flaring outwards into her skirt which barely covered her 
crotch, revealing most of her shimmery, slippery, black-encased legs. She turned 
about in front of the mirror, admiring and being turned on by her humiliating 
costume. A wonderfully ruffly petticoat swirled and gently brushed her thighs. 
The sight of her new self in the mirror was too much for Slut/Slave Diana, who 
knew it was time for her Big Reward for completing her Self-Slavery, without 
incident. She felt contentment and pleasures building inside of her as the 
Pleasure Panties and Obedience Collar sent signals and messages she couldn't 
ignore. Her Gloves wandered over her encased and violated body, stroking the 
Collar and Panties and her cleavage. Her knees turned to jelly under her, 
forcing her onto her hands, where she started rocking her hips back and forth, 
and side to side. She stuck her black, shiny thumb in her mouth, and lowered 
herself to an elbow, as her other hand played with her tightly wrapped breasts. 
She removed her thumb from her mouth, and began stroking her crotch, as 
Slut/Slave Diana chanted, 
"I love only my Mistress!", 
"I willingly and lovingly serve and obey my Mistress!", 
"I worship only Her, for She is the Supreme Goddess!", 
over and over again. 
The meaning of those phrases took over more of her reality as she chanted, 
moaned, squirmed and thrust her hips in pure pleasure. Nothing else mattered 
while the new Pleasure Slave shook violently from orgasm after enhanced orgasm 
as her mind was blown away. 
Part 2: Tomoko 
Pleasure Slave Diana woke on the floor in front of her mirror where she had 
orgasmed her old, silly personality away last night. As consciousness crept back 
into her, she noticed her cheek was lying in a warm puddle of her own drool, and 
she smiled. Opening her eyes, she saw and felt her slightly frizzy, strawberry 
blond hair flopped over her face. She brushed it aside with a black-plastic 
covered hand, and rolled over onto her back smiling and reveling in her 
transformation into one of her Mistress'/Goddess' Slaves. She giddily giggled as 
her hands explored her cruelly nipped, corseted hourglass waist. Playfully, she 
fluffed her frilly skirt and petticoat and lifted her black, shiny legs up in a 
"V", and delighted in their glassy smoothness. Her gaze traveled up, from her 
firm, black, shiny thighs, past her shapely black-encased calves, and came to 
rest upon her six- inch heeled Ankle Boots. Her pulse quickened as she traced 
each Boot's shape to its pointy tip that her toes were beautifully forced into. 
She followed the track of the Boots' unreleasable self- tightening buckles, 
which had crushed her feet permanently into the Boots' dainty form and bound 
them forever to their graceful, tapering shape. 
Pleasure Slave Diana (for she now thought of herself as a Pleasure Slave before 
all else) felt her Obedience Collar lightly tingle as the urge to be the perfect 
Maid fill her mind. Robotically, she gasped, "A perfect Maid must walk properly 
in high heels" to herself, and her mind was emptied of all save that thought, 
her first worship to the Supreme Goddess. She rolled onto her knees, and wobbled 
onto her heels. She looked in the mirror, and saw her pale, morning face. "A 
perfect Maid must make her face pretty and her hair perfect and her body bathed 
and perfumed at all times," and she hobbled to the bathroom to wash up and make 
herself beautiful for her Goddess. 
She ceremoniously removed her Maid's Uniform, caressed and kissed it lovingly 
before carefully hanging it. She stepped into the shower in her Corset, 
Stockings, Boots, and Gloves, all of which had fused permanently to her body 
over the night. Her Pleasure Panties and Obedience Collar told her that this new 
experience was wonderful, and that she was grateful and happy to have the 
privilege of being Her Mistress' Slave. Diana hummed merrily to her Mistress in 
joy while she soaped and rinsed and played with her new body. 
Slave Diana emerged from the bathroom glowing, her eyes lightly shadowed in 
green, and her open pouty lips carefully painted in glossy maroon. Her hair 
teased so that it flowed over her shoulders, and her neck, cleavage, and crotch 
were sprayed with her best perfume. Her faultless, bone-china skin contrasted 
with the shining blackness that trapped her in happy obedience. 
She spent the rest of the morning in her sun-dappled living room practicing 
walking sexily in her high-heels. She smoothed her hands over her hips, 
delighting in how much they swayed as she paced back and forth. After she could 
somewhat follow a straight line, she began balancing a heavy dictionary on her 
head for poise, and every time it fell, she picked the book up and viciously hit 
herself on the head with it while angrily yelling "STUPID!", "USELESS!", 
"CLUMSY!" at herself. She had just gotten a couple of laps without a drop when 
she recognized the familiar feeling of her crotch urging her towards her front 
door. 
She carelessly tossed the book onto the counter as she walked her new, 
ass-swaying walk to the front door, smiling as if to greet a lover. She opened 
the door, gracefully bent her knees and hips to one side, and tenderly picked up 
the shoe box-sized First Present and the black canvas bag sitting on her 
doorstep. She closed the door hurriedly, dropped the canvas bag, and, holding 
the First Present on the palm of her hand, she read the attached card: 
"For My Tomoko". 
Underneath the elegant script was scrawled: 
"geT TomokO, my prETTy pleAsuRE SLAvE" 
Slave Diana reeled and nearly dropped the box as her mind was overwhelmed with 
images of her friend and co-worker, who had also been laid off the day before. 
Tomoko was a petite Japanese girl, just out of college. Her round face with its 
silky complexion was adorned by her expressively delicate Japanese eyes, cute 
nose, and her round, perfect lips. The Pleasure Panties began their pleasure 
waves at the same time, and soon Slave Diana had mentally stripped Tomoko naked 
and had her bound spread-eagled. Slave Diana's desire soon overcame any 
remaining qualms against doing anything for her Mistress, and she strutted 
sexily to her telephone while rehearsing a conversation with her Mistress' 
target. 
"Hello, Tomoko?" 
"Yeah, this is Dianne." 
"Hey listen, I'm feeling really hurt and I really need to talk to someone in 
person, could you come over here?" 
"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't have anything better to do." 
"Oh really?" 
"What kind of box?" 
"What was inside?" 
"Why didn't you open it?" 
"It might have been something nice..." 
"No, I didn't send it." 
"Oh well, I guess it's gone then, huh?" 
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so nosy..." 
(giggles) 
"Thanks, I really appreciate this..." 
"I'll see you in a few...Bye!" 
The Slave hung up the telephone and softly moaned and caressed herself while 
visions of a bound and gagged Tomoko rode waves of desire through her mind. Her 
hands were massaging her erect nipples when her eyes suddenly glazed over and 
her head began lolling drunkenly as she received instructions from her Obedience 
Collar. Just as suddenly, she snapped to alertness raced to and unzipped the 
canvas bag. She hurriedly rummaged through its contents, and removed a stun gun, 
which she examined and tested with a familiarity that the pre-Slave Dianne had 
no business having. She put the bag aside and carefully placed the First Present 
in the middle of her living room floor's white carpet, where it would capture 
the eye of anyone coming in from her front door. She then unlocked the door, and 
positioned herself in a nook to its side, so that she could quickly place her 
body between anyone who had entered and the exit while she remained hidden to 
them. While she waited, her mind cleared itself of all thoughts save those of 
Tomoko's capture. 
She silently listened to the Japanese girl's light footsteps approaching her 
front door. Two knocks. She lifted her hands to her face to project her voice 
off a far wall: 
"I'm in the bathroom, come in!" 
Slave Diana heard the door open and close, and watched Tomoko walk past the 
nook. The petite girl wore a light pink sundress, which flattered her slim, 
girl-like figure. Her back-length silken hair was tied to a ponytail by a 
matching pink bunchie. Tomoko casually, walked in, closing the door behind her, 
but she suddenly stopped mid-stride, staring wide-eyed at the artfully placed 
First Present. 
Tomoko had barely quaked "Dianne?" in horror, when, in taking advantage of her 
target's hesitation, the enslaved Diana quickly ran forward, expertly pressed 
the weapon to the girl's bare arm, and fired. Tomoko gasped in surprise, fell to 
the floor without making any further sounds, and lay there quivering in shock. 
Carelessly dropping the stun gun, Slave Diana calmly walked to the bag and 
removed a pair each of thick, shiny wrist and ankle restraints, which she 
tightly padlocked around Tomoko's helpless limbs. 
The Slave dragged the limp body by the legs into her bedroom and onto her bed. 
She ran to retrieve the bag as time was beginning to run short, and removed some 
red velvet-covered chains. She quickly used them to secure Tomoko's wrist and 
ankle bands to each corner of the brass bed frame, securing them with more 
padlocks. Slave Di then stepped back to take in the sight of the beautiful, 
delicate girl chained spread-eagled. 
The Pleasure Slave smiled and began caressing herself in the loveliness of the 
vision before her and she climbed upon the bed and knelt astride the unconscious 
Tomoko. She reached over and lifted a leather ring gag from the bag and slipped 
it between Tomoko's teeth. Awoken by the intrusion into her mouth, while the 
Slave tightened the gag fast, Tomoko began groaning groggily. Slave Di clambered 
further up the girl's struggling body and hooked her legs above Tomoko's 
shoulders, forcing her own enslaved sex into the captured girl's face while 
holding her head fast with her thighs and weight and said: "My own juices have 
been transformed into my Mistress' love for you!". And upon tossing her head 
back and emitting a little groan, a stream of musky, steaming, pearlescence 
sprung forth from the Pleasure Slave's sealed crotch into Tomoko's open captive 
mouth. 
The musky smell of the powerful aphrodisiac showed its effect in Tomoko's 
wilting struggles. Soon she was lying almost passively with the Pleasure Slaves' 
crotch pressed against her lips while it fed her the Slave's transformed love 
juices. The effect upon Tomoko's actions were astounding as she went from a 
fierce struggle against her bonds to mindlessly thrusting her own lubricating 
crotch into the air while anxiously drinking down every last drop of the elixir. 
Slave Di awoke from her trance and pulled her crotch away from Tomoko's face and 
the Japanese girl whined in her unquenchable thirst for the juice. The captive 
flailed her arms against the bonds in an effort to keep the Pleasure Slave's 
sweet Panties against her face. Her eyes glazed over with desire, the smell of 
her sweat, and frustrated grunts filled the air as she continued her involuntary 
hip thrusts. 
Slave Di climbed off the rumpled girl-sweat-and-juice-soaked bed sheets, 
robotically turned and left the room. If Tomoko could have paid attention, she 
would have heard the slow, languorous click of high heels down the hallway, 
pausing briefly, and those same heels returning. Slave Di swayed into the 
bedroom smiling and holding the shoe box-sized First Present, glossy black and 
tied with a wide white ribbon, upon the upward palms of her Gloves. 
Humming tunelessly and grinning naughtily, the Slave tugged the floppy bow 
apart, and let the ribbon settle upon the writhing body. She tossed aside the 
lid and dumped the box' pheromone-soaked contents upon Tomoko's flushed and 
grunting face. Once more kneeling astride Tomoko's body, she playfully rubbed 
the tissues and the new Pleasure Panties across Tomoko's face and heaving chest 
causing the Japanese girl to groan loudly in pleasure. Grasping the Pleasure 
Panties' dildoes as she pressed them into Tomoko's eager face, Slave Di 
playfully teased, "I know where you want thiiiiis!" as she drew their rubbery 
hardness across her lips. 
Slave Di climbed off the bed and unlocked Tomoko's right leg from its cuff. She 
slid the foot through one of the Panties' leg holes. As the cool, plastic slid 
up Tomoko's calf, her leg twitched while a brief futile thought of resistance 
passed through Tomoko's sex-clouded mind. Tomoko's other leg went through the 
Panties' other leg hole with identical ease, and Slave Di began drawing the 
dildoes in their rubbery dance towards Tomoko's wet and thrusting hips. 
Slave Tomoko stood before the full-length mirror, dressed in a smaller, but 
equally well fitted version of Slave Di's Uniform. Her legs were spread shoulder 
width and permanently sealed inside glossy black Stockings and six-inch heeled 
ankle boots. Her waist had been permanently crushed into an hourglass shape by 
her pink-trimmed slick black Corset, which dominated her slender body. Her long 
black shiny Gloves stroked her erect nipples which barely poked out of the Maid 
Uniforms' cutout cleavage while her thick studded Obedience Collar emptied what 
was left of her mind save a carnal need to obey its every command. Her vacuous 
smile moaned sensuous "Yessss!"es to each mind-numbing wave of coercive pleasure 
the Pleasure Panties sent through her imprisoned sex. She stared through the 
mirror into her own vacant eyes, lost to all of her humiliating dress and that 
Slave Di stood right behind her in identical posture and thought. 
Slaves Tomoko and Di gracefully dropped their hands and turned towards each 
other. "Our Mistress grants us pleasure for a Slavery well done!" and walked up 
to each other with their vacuous stares and smiles. Their nipples hardened and 
little goosebumps appeared upon their bared breasts slid up against the slick 
cool fabric of the others' uniform. Their fingers lightly touched each other's 
thighs and buttocks, gently stroking them in slow, circular motions. Slave Di 
bent forward and kissed Slave Tomoko's receptive mouth and their fingers 
passionately bit into their soft plastic-encased flesh. The Slaves' embrace 
became a slow, gyration, which made their bodies seem as one undulating mass of 
slender arms and legs. Each Slave would gasp "Oh Mistress!" or "Thank you 
Mistress!" in the midst of ecstasy oblivious to the other's identity while they 
pleasured each other. 
The door to the former-Dianne's apartment opened into the foggy and deserted 
night and each glistening Pleasure Slave emerged smiling and daintily carrying a 
perfectly tied Present. Each box contained all the carefully collected evidence, 
which could even hint at what had happened to the two girls. The streetlights 
cast their highlights across the Slaves' shiny Uniforms while they gracefully 
walked up to and stood dutifully at the curb and chanted, "Your Presents are 
here, Mistress!" A white limousine silently emerged from the dense fog, glided 
up to them, and opened a door. From each seat protruded a huge bright red dildo! 
Slave Di received the order to enter the vehicle, but Dianne's fear momentarily 
made her hesitate and the Collar and Panties assaulted her senses and emotions 
to regain control. Slave Tomoko enthusiastically stepped forward and through the 
door. Dianne's last sight was Tomoko hovering above and slowly sinking into the 
seat with a look of great contentment, the dildo disappearing into her frilly 
petticoat. Then Dianne's fear was purged and Slave Di entered the vehicle where 
she was hit by the warm moist air. Beads of sweat trickled down Tomoko and two 
previously unseen passengers: a curvy well-endowed redhead encased from head to 
toe in a tight shiny bodysuit with holes only for her nostrils, placid eyes, 
breasts, and a shock of curly red hair, and an identically outfitted young 
Latina with deep brown, but now-vacant, eyes, golden skin, and a slim fashion- 
model body. As Di turned around to sit down and wave her behind feeling for the 
dildo, she felt it meet a slight depression in the Panties and stick fast. Slave 
Di felt wonderful as the intruder powerfully drew her down into the seat, while 
synchronizing Pleasure waves coursed through her body and soul with deeper and 
deeper intensity for every inch of penetration. Her mind drowned in each wave of 
pure sensation and she began groaning and sweating in unison with Tomoko and the 
entranced Slaves rocked wildly back and forth in their seats as far as their 
impalement allowed. 
As a shiny black Glove reached out of the limo to grasp the door handle, one 
could hear four lost voices chanting: 
"We love only our Mistress!" 
"We lovingly serve and obey our Mistress!" 
"We worship only Her, for She is the Supreme Goddess!", 
before the door was silently closed and the limousine disappeared into the fog 
NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN!!! 




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