Gift or Curse

Sam’s predicament was dire. The secret that Sam was holding inside was about to be exposed. There was a certainty, but Sam didn’t know exactly when. Unbeknown to her in less than 30 seconds life would be turned upside down.

How had it got to this stage? Betrayed by the most dearest of friends, a loved one at that, Sam was unable to escape. Feet in 6’ stilettos, which themselves were encased in a foot-shaped metal sheath, Sam couldn’t move from the spot. Each sheath was affixed to a metal trackway no more than 6 inches long, itself set into a circular steel plate bolted to the concrete floor, with both trackways spaced 12 inches apart. The trackway did allow for some movement back and forth, but encasing Sam’s legs all the way up to the thighs was a further metal restraint with which the sheath was a solid part of.

Metal pivots at the knees allowed Sam to bend, and Sam’s legs were joined together at the knees by means of two metal hoops welded to the pivots and a padlock inbetween. If only bending were possible though – forcing Sam to stand upright were the metal poles, affixed to the floor, with vibrators attached and inserted into Sam’s orifices. These vibrating invaders kept Sam’s mind occupied, as did the pressure from the herringbone and lace corset that was enhancing Sam’s hourglass figure and the clover clamps tormenting her engorged nipples. Arms restrained by a heavy leather arm binder behind the back, firmly secured by two wide straps around and neck and waist, hands immobilized in thick, inflatable, rubber fist mitts, there was no way that Sam could get out of this. Calling for help was impossible, the inflatable butterfly gag saw to that. This really was bondage play gone wrong.

Sam was every red blooded male’s dream of a woman. Curvy in all the right places, voluptuous, hourglass figure, eyes the colour of sapphires and hair the colour of gold leaf that flowed down to just above Sam’s waist – yes, she had the sort of body that men would topple empires to win. But it hadn’t always been this way, things were not as they seemed. Sam’s mind drifted back 8 years to that fateful day when, aged 15, the secret manifested itself. Thoughts flashed through Sam’s mind as to just how the secret had been exposed, to how Sam had done everything to hide it, and to how that had failed. Sam also was panicking inside, fearful for what the future would hold.

The sound of a door opening and multiple footsteps brought Sam back to reality. The padded silk blindfold that robbed all vision must have been soaked with Sam’s tears. This was the end of Sam’s life as she knew it.

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Sam grew up as any normal little boy. Puberty came and went with no great surprises; he suddenly found that girls were far more interesting than train sets and cowboys. There was this one girl at school though that he just could not get off of his mind, she was absolutely lovely. As yet though, he had not been able to pluck up the courage to speak to her. Whilst lying in bed one night he was fantasising like any typical teenager, playing out various scenarios and letting his imagination run wild. He gradually became aware that something was not quite right; in fact it was downright strange. His chest felt heavy. Sitting up in bed there was a sudden tug on his shoulders - a tug made by a pair of breasts that had grown.

‘Oh my God!’ he screamed, at the top of his voice. So loud in fact that there was a crash from downstairs, the sound of rushed footsteps and a door opening.

‘Are you alright?’ His mother’s voice echoed from downstairs.

Thinking quickly, he shouted back ‘Erm, yes, fine – you wouldn’t believe the size of the spider that I have just thrown out of the window’.

He didn’t know what to do or think. How had this happened? A thousand thoughts and worries now filled his mind. Looking down, he couldn’t help but touch his new body parts. It certainly felt good and filled him with new and pleasurable sensations. So much so that he only slowly became aware of the sensations emanating from below. Warily, his hand crept down to his crotch. It was strangely damp and suddenly devoid of his male apparatus. In its place was a female vagina. What was happening to him?

Filled with shock, fear, and (strangely) pleasure, sleep did not come easy. The morning though brought a new twist to his fate – he was back to normal. It only took a few minutes of thought though for Sam to visibly see the breasts growing before his eyes. He soon discovered that the power of thought and fantasies could change his body shape. To cut a long story short, he realised that this ability could and must be controlled, but (more importantly) this ability must remain hidden. He could never let it out, never be branded a freak.

Through school he developed a passion for biology. Sam discovered that, in nature, strange things happen. He learned that some fish could change their sex; that some lizards could grow new body parts, and that evolution was a constant fact of life on Earth. He discovered that, in the womb, a baby’s sex was determined by how much of a certain hormone was produced by the mother. A child’s sex was not determined from outset, it could be variable. Was it beyond the realm of possibility that he was the result of some sort of evolution?  Could there be other people like him? He reasoned that it would be difficult to find out though as this ‘ability’ was not something that could be shouted from the rooftops.

Over the months and years he learned to control how and when his body changed, in fact he was no longer afraid to lead a normal life. The only time now when he allowed any variation was when he could be guaranteed some privacy. He found that he could hold any changes to his body for at least two days – he had yet to have any longer amount of time to experiment further. And Sam could only change between male and female, nothing else.  He sometimes wished that he could change his hands and feet into hooves and become a ponygirl, but try as he might this was impossible. He did discover that (when in female form) wearing the appropriate clothing concentrated his mind and allowed him to maintain his shape. Using the internet he managed to acquire enough female clothing to allow him to experiment – a 30 minute walk to the shops was, so far, the only time he had ventured out and no mishaps had occurred. He certainly preferred silk & lace underwear, skirts and blouses, stockings & suspenders, to boxer shorts and jeans.

Gaining the grades needed at school, Sam went on to a respected English university to study biology and genetics. Maybe, just maybe, he could discover what gave him his ability. He was unsure of a lot of things, but of one thing he was certain – this was no disease and there was no need of a cure. His fear though was that his secret would come out and, in that case, matters would be out of his control.

Whilst at university he met Kirsty, a fellow genetics student. They hit it off straight away and soon became an item. Sam resigned himself to a life of secrecy, but it seemed a small price to pay. Little did he know that the day of reckoning was approaching.

It was a Friday night. He & Kirsty were due to go to a Rocky Horror production. Kirsty had nagged and nagged, but Sam was obviously reluctant to go and dress up in the ‘spirit’ of the occasion.  This had led to a huge argument which was threatening their relationship. There was no way that he could tell Kirsty the true reason for his reluctance, but he did not want to loose her. So, faced with this, he decided to bite the bullet. It would take all of his willpower, but he would do it. It didn’t help that Kirsty had insisted on taking him shopping for his outfit – looking around three adult shops for a suitable basque, stockings and suspenders, plus a few shoe shops to find a pair of stilettos to fit, drained Sam of his willpower. He played safe and wore a really baggy top and jeans, but it was trying on the pair of stilettos that Kirsty eventually bought him that did it - he felt his chest become heavy and start to expand. Fortunately the baggy clothing hid it, no-one was any the wiser, and he at least learned that he could control himself.

Come the night of the show he made sure that he had a long, baggy, coat to go out in – just in case. Kirsty insisted that they got changed at her house, she in the bedroom, Sam in the bathroom.  He had got dressed and had finished connecting the stockings to the basque when the inevitable happened. A brief lapse of concentration allowed breasts to fill the basque, his waist to contract, and his hips to fill out. He had forgotten to lock the door and Kirsty suddenly rushed in to show off her sexy outfit. What she saw could not be put into words, needless to say shock and incredulity overcame her. Sam tried to explain - he needed to beg her to keep his secret, but that was a week ago. She had not returned his calls nor been seen on campus. He was beside himself – to whom had she been talking to?

Then Sam got a call. They agreed to meet, and it was difficult to say who was the most scared. Sam had to tell her everything. Fortunately, Kirsty had not told a soul simply because who would believe her? Typical student drinking one too many vodkas they would think. But secrecy came at a price. He knew that Kirsty was kinky, but she demanded from him a high price to buy her silence. What could he do?

From there, Kirsty had Sam at her beck and call. To be perfectly honest Sam grew to feel comfortable – there was a strange sense of security knowing that, at last, he needn’t hide his ability from everyone.  Kirsty bought for Sam some clothing that allowed him, as a female, to go out and both try on and wear more female clothing. With Kirsty’s help Sam managed to perfect the female look, and Kirsty exploited this for her own purposes. She made them go out on girls nights out, but to be fair Sam enjoyed being able to attract the men knowing that they would never get any further than a kiss. This was one enjoyable game, especially knowing that Sam could alter his appearance.

They both graduated and, as luck would have it, secured placements with the same research company.  They also enjoyed bondage role-play and accumulated a large selection of toys and furniture. Sam came to discover that, with a vibrator in both orifices and fully bound and gagged, it was impossible to alter his form. Not that he would want to, it could cause untold damage. Kirsty called this alter ego Samantha, it seemed to makes sense, and their relationship just went from strength to strength. She knew the hold that she had over her partner. Sam grew to desire that ownership more and more. After all, Kirsty knew that theirs was the only relationship where her lesbian fantasies could be enacted; her dominatrix side could shine, her power over Sam being absolute, but that she could count on her partner to be loyal, loving, and still give her the most amazing sex on the planet.

She persuaded Sam to give some DNA samples which, in their spare time at work they would try to analyze. Whilst they had identified some unusual irregularities, neither of them had the knowledge or facilities to investigate further. Maybe if they did though it would ruin their relationship, and this Sam definitely did not want to do.

Having been away on conference for a week, Sam returned to find Kirsty with a glint in her eye. She had a special surprise, she said. Instructing Sam to go upstairs to change, he was to put on the clothing that was laid out on the bed and then come down to the basement. Needless to say, before he even got to the bedroom Samantha was taking shape. There, in front of him, was not what he expected, indeed the choice of clothing was somewhat disappointing. There was a black lace corset with red lace trimming and attached suspender straps. A simple pair of sheer black stockings and a new pair of 6’ black stilettos finished off the ensemble. The corset went on nicely, but Sam was unable to properly tighten it. He would leave that for Kirsty to do, but the stockings went on as usual and the shoes secured with a simple ankle strap. The height of the heels made it difficult to walk down the stairs, but this was done. In the basement Kirsty was dressed from head to toe in her dominatrix attire – skin-tight PVC outfit and thigh-high laced stiletto boots. The room had been partitioned with a curtain making it look smaller than it really was. But what was behind the curtain?

Kirsty looked at Sam and was slightly envious; the body in front of her was true perfection.  She finished off the corset, and instructed Sam to do as she said and to not speak.

Picking up a blindfold, Kirsty walked to Sam and gently placed it to cover the eyes.

‘Hold my hand and follow me my darling. Whilst you were away I have had something built for us, but I want you to play first. I love you more than I can put into words’. Sam didn’t say a word, instead resigned to be led by Kirsty. The sound of Sam’s stilettos on the concrete suddenly made a metallic clang, what was happening?

‘Turn around’ Kirsty said ‘and relax your legs. This may feel a little cold’.

With that Sam felt a foot being lifted up and placed in a box of some sort. There was then the creak of hinges and Sam felt metal suddenly surrounding her foot. There were three clicks of what sounded like padlocks, but she found that she couldn’t now move her right foot. The same process was repeated with her left foot.

She then felt metal plates being drawn around her calves and thighs and these snapped together. The click of padlock securing them was heard. It all felt erotic and pleasurable, Sam certainly felt that walking out of this wasn’t going to happen.

‘What are you doing?’ Sam asked. ‘Ssshhhh’ came the reply. A latex, open faced, hood was stretched over her head with her hair being pulled through a reinforced hole in the back. Kirsty braided Sam’s hair into a ponytail, extending all the way down to the small of her back.

After that there was the feeling of a thick leather strap being placed around Samantha’s neck. She felt something touch her back, then her hair being moved out of the way. The next thing to happen was that Kirsty held Samantha’s arms whilst what felt like a leather sheath was lifted over them. Her elbows were drawn in as the arm binder was gradually laced all the way down to the wrists. Samantha tried to struggle, but her arms and legs were going nowhere.

‘Now, my love, clench you fingers for me’ Kirsty cooed. This Samantha did, and soon felt her hands being encased in thick rubber. Once on, she couldn’t open her fingers and this felt even tighter after the fist mitts were inflated.

Samantha then felt a leather head harness being buckled on and instinctively opened her mouth. Kirsty dutifully inserted a gag, which Samantha soon felt inflating. It pushed her tongue down and filled her cheeks, puffing them out slightly. Talking was now a distant memory and the harness held it in place, stopping the gag from being pushed out.

Removing the blindfold, Kirsty left Samantha to now revel in her predicament. She could only mmrmph her delight (or objection, Kirsty could not tell) at what she found herself in. Having placed mirrors in a semi-circle around where the metal foot restraints now held Samantha securely, she could now cast her eyes over what she saw. Trapped inside the 6’ stilettos, her feet encased in metal lumps, Samantha could see that these were secured to rails on the floor. Extending up her legs was more metal that had a pivot at the knees, so at least she could move and bend a little. There were some attachments on the floor between her feet, but she could not see what these were for. Twisting her hips as much as she could, she was able to see and admire the shiny black leather mass that now encased her arms and was secured at both her neck and waist, topped off with the two shiny round balls that kept her hands imprisoned, and useless.  Kirsty left the room for a few minutes, and when she returned the mirrors were removed.

Placing the blindfold back on Samantha, Kirsty then proceeded to finish off the session. Samantha was aware that Kirsty was moving behind her and could hear the clink of metal. She was aware of something being attached to the floor underneath her, and then Kirsty started to play with her clitoris. Waves of delight overcame Samantha as she shuddered to a climax, Kirsty all the while knowing that the bondage and pleasure would keep Samantha in the shape she was. Even if not, there was no way that this bondage would let anyone escape, man or woman.

The next thing that Samantha felt was the tip of the vibrating ribbed dildo penetrating her. She couldn’t stop it: despite clenching her muscles the vibrator easily slid inside her. Samantha was all too quickly aware of the vibrator being secured to something and found that it wouldn’t come out. She inadvertently bobbed up and down on her knees trying to release herself, but found that she was effectively impaled. This bobbing also acted as a stimulus to her sexual pleasure, something that Kirsty had purposefully allowed for.

Kirsty’s spoke up. ‘I told you that I had a surprise for you. Your vibrator is now connected to the mains and attached to a metal pole that is bolted to the floor. Enjoy the movement that you have, because in a few minutes I will extend the pole so that the vibrator is fully inside you. I just need a little bit of play in it to finish off your bondage. ‘

With that Samantha heard another click and could hear Kirsty fumbling around behind her. She then felt a cold lubricant being rubbed between her cheeks, then a gloved finger inserting the lubricant into her anus. Samantha tried to grunt and move to stop what was happening, but it was only delaying the inevitable. She felt a plug being inserted inside her and felt as though her muscles were tearing, but her anus soon relaxed and the plug was hungrily drawn inside. This was also attached to a pole, which Samantha now felt both being extended so that she could not relax her legs at all. The poles were locked in place, and her knees brought together by a padlock through two hoops in her metal stockings.

Circling Samantha from behind, Kirsty held Samantha’s ample breasts in her hands and started to massage them. Waiting until Samantha’s nipples were rock hard, Kirsty applied a pair of clover clamps attached to a thick, heavy, chain. Although Samantha flinched, it wasn’t as if she could move very far. This chain swung freely, its weight adding to the burning pain that could not be ignored from Samantha’s entrapped nipples.

Stepping back to admire her handiwork, Kirsty now revelled in the Samantha’s predicament. Now was the time to let this truly helpless and imprisoned individual in on her intentions.

‘My Darling’ Kirsty said, ‘I have a confession to make. Our work at the company was discovered and those blood samples that you gave me were not just analysed by us’. If Sam could scream and run away, she was trying with all her might, despite knowing that it was impossible.

‘You see, the company has put up millions of pounds for research, but I told them that you would not come willingly. They paid for this contraption that you are now in. I told them that stimulation helps you hold your shape, and they designed everything that you are now wearing. In a few minutes a team of research assistants will arrive to transport you to a secret location. The government are very interested in unlocking your genetic secrets.’

‘The company has made me a very rich woman, and that made me give you up to them. I am sorry my love. We will not meet again.’

And with that Sam heard Kirsty walking away and a door closing. Silence descended on the room, only broken by the clanking of metal, the faint humming of the vibrators, and the muffled sobbing as Sam contemplated what the future held.

 

23.11.08