A Good Night’s Sleep For A Change · Part 1 (1/2)
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It had been a hectic week in the office, a bomb scare on Monday (fortunately that was a false alarm), frantic efforts to stop losing a big contract on Tuesday (we still lost it), monthly reports to be in on Wednesday, off on a quick trip to the northern office on Thursday and meetings most of Friday. I was hoping to get away early as, being the third Friday in the month, was the night of the monthly Bondage Party at ‘The Abbey’ in town. But just as I was about to leave, Greg who works in the next office, stuck his head round the partition and asked me to give him a hand moving his desk and some filing cabinets.
“I need your muscles Les – this damned desk weighs a ton.” I think we moved every piece of furniture in his office at least twice before he finally reckoned he’d got the ideal layout. “I must be going now Greg, I’m off out tonight.” I said before he had chance to change his mind again. With that I beat a hasty exit. But the trip home was slow, the traffic was worse than usual – there had been an accident as well and that didn’t help. Home at last – I made a cup of coffee, grabbed something to eat and then relaxed in the shower – cascades of warm water had never felt so good. I glanced at my watch – it was already well past 8 and I still had to drive all the way back into the City.
When I finally arrived in town I left my car in the all-night parking station and walked the couple of city blocks to the party. This was held at ‘The Abbey’ – which was aptly named for originally it was a church which then went through a number of resurrections before Mistress Felicia got hold of it and turned it into one of the city’s foremost B&D establishments. All the usual crowd were there plus a few new faces and proceedings were already in full swing. I spent the first couple of hours just chatting and looking on as various scenes were played out. It must have been sometime after 11 when Mistress Dana called over, “Leslie, you’ve been quiet tonight, it’s about time we played.
Come over here and let me try out a new tie on you.” I knew from past experience that any tie by Mistress Dana was going to be both strict and probably exhausting, so I declined her offer, “Not tonight, try it on someone else as I’ve had a hectic week and I’m dead tired.” Not to be put off, her immediate reply was, “OK, if that’s the case, what you need is a good night’s sleep.” “Too true,” I shouted over the hubbub in the room. “Come into the other room, I’ve got just the thing for you – a new sleep sack that only came yesterday. You can be the first to try it for size. I promise that I’ll make you comfortable!” This last bit I just did not believe.
Jumping on a bondage chair Mistress Dana waved her arms about the gain everyone’s attention and then announced, “Listen everybody. Quiet. Leslie here has had a busy week and he says he needs a good rest so he’s agreed to let me demonstrate our new sleep sack on him. Come on folks, follow me into the Green Room.” She jumped off the chair and, grabbing my arm, said, “Come on, you’re not getting out of this – at least not until I let you out.” Quite a crowd gathered in the Green Room – that is just about everyone who wasn’t tied up with some other matter.
After I’d stripped off she got me to lie of the bondage table – although its leather covering was cold, at least it was well padded. ‘Roll over,” she ordered. It was then that I felt my underpants being pulled down and a well-lubricated butt plug being pushed into me. Further and further it went; I gasped as it was forced in – but finally my sphincter muscles closed on its narrow neck. “You won’t need them,” she announced as she removed my pants and tossed them to the crowd. “This is more suitable, it will hold that plug in and stop you playing with yourself.
Come on, stand up.” With that she strapped a leather chastity on me, pushing my cock and balls through a hole in the front before buckling the belt tight around my waist. Then she pulled the crotch strap between my legs and buckled it to the waist belt. She pushed my cock against my stomach and strapped it down before closing a leather flap over both my cock and balls. Trapped inside the pouch there was no way that I was going to get a hard on, nor was I going to be able to pleasure myself through the stiff leather. “Hands off,” she ordered as I investigated my trapped organs. “We’d better keep your prying hands out of the way. Come here, put them behind your back.”
I heard the click-click as a pair of handcuffs went on my wrists. I protested that I was only trying to make sure that everything was OK down there, but she cut me short. “And enough of your chatter too! I’d better gag you now.” She picked up an enormous penis gag from the bench. “Open wide.” It filled my mouth but the two holes through the middle meant that I would not be relying solely on breathing through my nose – that was a relief. She checked to make sure that the gag was secure before collecting a latex hood and some earplugs. It was not long before she was lacing up the back of the hood – as tight, of course, as she laced everything.
The tightness of the hood under my chin made sure that I was never going to work the gag out with my tongue, no matter how much I tried. At least I could see what was going on through the two eyeholes. “Now for the sack.” She got me to lay face down on the table and put my legs together. Then she worked the heavy latex of the sack up my legs to the top of my thighs. “Come on, let’s have your arms.” She removed the cuffs from first my left wrist and then my right and slipped my arms into sleeves inside the sack as she worked it further up my body. With a final tug I was encased in heavy latex up to my neck. She made sure that the neck of the hood was tucked inside the top of the sack.
“Now, be a good boy and keep still while I lace you up.” Starting at the ankles she tightened the laces one by one until she reached my neck where she tied them off – then she did it all over again …and again…and again. Just when I thought that she could get them no tighter she repeated the whole exercise. By this time I was lying flat on my face on the table hardly able to move a muscle. Any possible movement quickly proved to be right out of the question as she tightened leather straps first round my ankles, then below my knees, above my knees, my thighs, my forearms and waist and finally my upper arms and chest.
Then came the posture collar round my neck that stopped any movement of my head. She turned to her audience and through the earplugs I could just about make out her saying, “Now at all times when you put your sub into bondage you must make sure of their safety. So we’d better make sure that he doesn’t roll off the table and do himself an injury.’ That was the cue for her to roll me over on my back and apply more straps – this time through the D-rings at the sides of the sack and the top of the hood to the rings on the edges of the table. I could hear her talking to her audience again but could not hear what she told them.
However, a couple of minutes later she came over to where I was lying and bending down with her head close to mine said in a very loud voice, “Now have that good rest you wanted. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to release you – that’s if you want me too.” She disappeared from view only to return a few moments later to buckle a padded blindfold to the hood. Now I was cut off from the world. But she was not finished yet for the butt plug started wriggling, squirming and vibrating like mad – it evidently had a remote control and she had flicked the switch. I was soon to find it also had a random timer that switched on and off when I was least expecting it.
Isolated in my own world, unable to move any part of me, and fighting against that cursed butt plug, I soon lost all track of time. Had I been like this for 10 minutes or was it an hour – but time was probably going slower than I reckoned. Unable to flex my muscles and lying flat on my back meant my body was soon aching all over. My jaw ached, but a bigger problem was that I had to keep swallowing the drool that didn’t run down the side of my face. Time dragged on. What were the other folk doing? Surely Mistress Dana would come back and release me soon! Everything around me seemed silent and still. Had all the others gone home and left me here?
If so it must be after sunrise as the parties never break up until then.
The batteries in the butt plug had finally run down – if they had carried on much longer my ass would have turned to jelly. At long, long last, exhausted, I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept but I woke with a start when I felt someone touching me. God, I wanted to visit the bathroom – someone had to release me soon before disaster struck. And somehow I felt different. Don’t ask me how, but I felt different. Then I felt straps holding me down on the table being undone. “Wakey, wakey, you’ve had a nice long sleep. You can’t still be tired.” It was Mistress Dana’s voice. Next I felt the blindfold being removed. I blinked at the bright lights.
Even thought I still had the plugs in my ears I heard Mistress Dana gasp and, putting her hand to her mouth, cried, “Oh my Gawd – it’s not Les!” She beckoned to the Sub Lee Ann who was starting undo the straps round my body. “Lee Ann, come here – he’s changed, it’s not Les!” “What do you mean, it’s not Les?” Lee Ann asked. Then she too gasped, “Oh shit, what’s happened. I saw you put him in this sack last night – where’s he gone?” Seeing their anguish and only just about being able to make out what they were saying, I tried to ask what was wrong. However with the fat plug still filling my mouth all I could manage were a few grunts.
By now Mistress Dana and Lee Ann had removed the collar and were frantically undoing the lacing down the back of the sack. At last, with some effort, I could move my stiff limbs. I still didn’t catch on to what all their panic was about. Then the hood was unlaced. With that out of the way and the gag removed, I could talk again. But before I could utter a word I looked down at my body in horror. Where were my trim abbs, my hairy arms and muscular legs? Now there was smooth, pale skin, and – no, I can’t believe it – BOOBS!!! Almost automatically my hands came up to my chest. Two heavy breasts filled my palms. And my fingernails were bright pink!!
Then there was the chastity belt and I could feel the presence of two plugs inside me. “Wha…Wha…What has happened to me?” I cried. Both Mistress Dana and Lee Ann looked equally as stunned. “God knows. How did you change positions with Les? And where has he gone?” “B… B… But I am Leslie Thomas – when you put me in that sack last night I was a 28 year-old male. Now look at me! I’ve turned into a woman.” “Rubbish! You can’t have done!” Mistress Dana replied still with completely disbelieving look on her face. “You’re not Les. Who are you and how did you get here?” I gulped. I stood up, now more that ever aware of the two plugs in me.
I unbuckled the chastity belt and eased out first the dildo and then the butt plug. There was a wet, hairy vagina where my cock and balls used to be. Even with the two plugs out, the two apertures in my body felt as though they were still stretched by their presence. As I moved I was also more aware of the weight and bounce of my newly acquired tits. I felt my backside – my ass seemed huge. My mind was in turmoil. Was this all just a horrible dream? Had I really turned into a female – and from first impressions, into a big, healthy girl?
At that moment the owner of the establishment, Mistress Felicia a.k.a Liz O’Hanlon, appeared at the door – evidently she was Thomastairs, had heard all the noise and was wondering what the fuss was about. She tried to quieten everyone down and find out what had happened. “If you all don’t speak at the same time I might be able to find out what’s going on.” She shouted over the din. “Now, what’s the trouble?” Mistress Dana told her that she had put Leslie Thomas in the sleep sack just before midnight last night and when she came to release him just now he’d gone and this woman was inside the sack. “She must have swapped placed with him when you weren’t looking,” was Liz’s logical response.
By now Dana was looking more puzzled than ever. “But I was around here all night and I’d certainly have noticed if anyone released him and put someone else inside the sack. He’s not bloody Houdini!” “But what about in the last hour or so when most folk were leaving? It could have happened then.” “It would have taken the best part of an hour to make the swap and, even if I’d missed it, someone would have noticed,” replied Dana. Lee Ann chimed in, “I was on the door for most of the evening and I’m sure that this woman never came in – so he must have changed sex during the night.” “Crap” snapped Liz in an increasingly stern voice.
“Don’t be ridiculous – it just can’t happen, you can’t change sex like that!” She just didn’t believe the girls story. Then she turned to me and snapped, “Now, come on, tell me what really happened.” “I’m damned sure I was a man when I came here last night.” I stammered. “Look at me now – a bird!” “Where are her clothes?” She asked. Lee Ann looked in the cupboards and on the bench top. “There’s nothing here,” she announced with a shrug of her shoulders. “Oh, just a moment. What’s this?” In a heap in the corner of the room she had found a pile of men’s clothes – slacks, a grey shirt, socks, shoes and a denim jacket.
“Yes, that’s what I was wearing when I came here last night.” I felt in the pocket of the jacket – there was my wallet. Inside were a couple of credit cards and a driving licence in the name of Leslie Thomas. “See, that’s me.” I said, pointing at the name on one of the cards. “Well, it looks like Leslie was a TV and put on your clothes a went home. So you’d better put on his and toddle off home too,” suggested Liz – obviously hoping that this strange creature would soon depart and everything could get back to normal. The slacks would have fitted me last night but now too long in the leg and probably wouldn’t get over my hips and the shirt wouldn’t do up over my new found tits.
I slumped down on a nearby chair and again picked up my credit cards and stared at them. By this time I was in tears – that’s not like the Leslie Thomas I knew who hadn’t cried in frustration since he was a kid. Liz came over and put her arm round my shoulder. Her voice now became quite motherly and soothing – very different from her voice and manner a few seconds before when she was still very much her Mistress Felicia persona. Now she too was confused. She wiped the tears from my eyes with her hankie. “Come now, let’s get you a shower and get you tidied up and get some clothes on you – you’ll feel a lot better then.” Turning to Dana she added, “You go and put on a cup of coffee Dana, we’ll be along in a few minutes.”
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