Chapter 2: The Changes
As the morning rays of sun filtered through the drawn curtains, illuminating the luxurious confines of the bedchamber, Alexis stumbled out of bed, still sluggish from the previous night's liaison.
His body bore the unmistakable signs of a hard-fought wrestle with carnal desire; the kind that threatened to obliterate his resolve, challenging his ingrained notions of sexual identity and propriety.
He knew that this was just the beginning of a long, twisted venture into the forbidden realms of erotic exploration. He checked his alarm. All too aware of his upcoming appointment.
Alexis shuffled towards the gilded mirror in the dressing room, examining his reflection. His body, still marked with residual evidence of last night, looked pale and tired. He winced as his fingers brushed against a swollen lip and bruised cheek - a mark of Mrs. Collins' expert handiwork during their passionate interlude.
But as he meticulously dressed himself in the uniform provided - corset, frilly lace knickers, and silk stockings - he found himself transformed from the rugged man he once recognized into something else entirely.
Alexis regarded his new appearance, examining the unfamiliar curves and contours that now took precedence; the way the silk stockings hugged his thighs and the feminine undergarments accentuated both his waist and hips.
With a sigh, Alexis acknowledged this jarring change and prepared himself for the day ahead, hoping to navigate the impending challenges with grace and poise despite the alien nature of the situation.
As he adjusted the lace collars and tightened the final adjustments on his newly-acquired body, a knock echoed through the room.
His heart raced in anticipation as he called for the visitor to enter. Mrs. Collins sashayed through the threshold, clad in a lavish silk robe, leaving little to the imagination. Her eyes smoldered with lust and veiled menace. Alexis swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the dresser to steady his nerves.
"Ah, there you are my dear," she crooned, closing the gap between them. She gently touched his chin, tilting his face from one side to the other.
"Look at you," she murmured, approving the sight of her young lover's blushing cheeks and hair disheveled from sleep. Her hand slid down, caressing his neck before reaching for the collar that lay on the dresser. With deft fingers, she clasped it around his neck, pulling him close. "I want you to remember this feeling – the time before you blossomed" she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
Mrs. Collins stepped back, admiring the effect. "Perfect."
The black collar glinted in the soft morning light, a cruel reminder of his rapidly shifting circumstances. With one last sweeping glance, Mrs. Collins turned on her heel and left the room. It suddenly dawned on Alexis, the collar was attached to a lead. And he didn't have a lot of time before he was yanked, led through the house chambers to the bathroom from the night before.
It was a little different. A large metal and plastic table sat in the middle of the large room. Contrasting to the white tiles. It took a minute for Alexis to recognise it, but that did little to answer any of his unspoken questions. Why a gynae table? Why here?
Minutes later, a soft knock echoed throughout the chamber, and a petite woman cloaked in elegant medical attire stepped inside.
Her dark eyes swept the space before resting upon Alexis.
"Good morning, I'm Doctor Ramirez," Mrs Collins greeted, her expression warm and inviting despite her sterile garb.
Alexis felt his stomach churn. He was beginning to feel a sense of unease, as he had no idea what the doctor had in store for him. Without saying a word, he stepped onto the metal table and lay down, trying to calm his trembling limbs.
"Clothes off" the doctor said. Embrasshed, Alexis stripped, down to a bra and satin panties. The doctor motioned for those to go too.
With shaky hands, Alexis removed his lacy bra and slid off his satin panties. Missing the sheer feeling as it passed her thighs. Naked and vulnerable, he lay on the gynae table, awaiting his fate.
Dr. Ramirez approached, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. The cold, clinical sound made Alexis' heart race. "This won't take long," she said softly, as she rubbed a generous amount of lubricant on her gloved finger.
"This will make the time pass a little easier". She said, producing a blindfold, and gently putting it over Alexis's eyes. He felt relief, as he was no longer staring upwards at ceiling lights. Instead he welcomed the darkness.
It was a welcome comfort as the doctor's gloved finger began to explore the tender flesh, feeling his arms, feet, thighs. Suddenly he felt something wrap over his right hand, then the other. The material was cool and slick, allowing for smooth and effortless fighting around his flesh. Alexis couldn't help but gasp as he was slowly introduced a third wrapping, around his ankle. The sensation both uncomfortable and slightly arousing at the same time. Reactively he lept up, only to find he had been restrained. The material, unseen had tied him to the gynae table.
"Breathe" The doctor reminded him, "You have to learn to relax if you want this to go quickkly."
As he focused on taking slow, deep breaths, Mrs.
Collins' voice rang out, "Alexis, darling, let's warm things up a bit." Her words hung in the air as she walked over to a cabinet, the tapping of her heels against the marble floor echoing through the room. Alexis couldn't help but hold his breath as he felt her hands tighten the straps that held him down.
The realization of his helplessness, his complete lack of control, sent a shiver down his spine. Involuntarily, his body tensed, and he let out an involuntary whimper.
"Shh," Mrs. Collins whispered as she gently traced her fingertips along his cheek, "Just relax, darling. You know you want this."
Her words were soothing, and they seemed to reach deep within him, awakening a desire that had lain dormant until now.
Mrs. Collins leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "Do you trust me?"
He hesitated but then nodded, unable to resist the pull of her voice or the smell of her perfume. She smiled, tracing her fingers down his neck, over his collarbone, and across his chest. Her touch was maddening, setting his skin on fire as she teased and tormented him with each slow caress.
"Good," she whispered. While a pair of gloved hands tracked around his body.
Suddenly the gynae table sprang up, lifting Alexis legs up and apart. Leading his hole into the open, vulnerable.
The cold, sterile air was unbearably taunting, making his body tingle with anticipation. He could feel the table moving gently beneath him, assisting in keeping his legs spread. The doctor then placed her fingers at the entrance of his virgin asshole. They were wet, slickened. She lingered, letting her fingers rest and stroke around the puckered flesh.
"Relax, Alexis" Dr. Ramirez said, speaking softly, yet firmly to the young man.
Her fingers penetrated him slowly, easing past the initial resistance. Alexis tensed before reluctantly surrendering to the sensation.
"Breathe, Alexis," she instructed as her fingers moved deeper, preparing him for what was to come. "What are you doing!?" he crowed. This was met with a gentle slap over his cheek by an ungloved hand.
"Shut up, you little slut," Mrs. Collins hissed in his ear, her fingernails digging into his skin. "You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?"
With a pained nod, Alexis surrendered to the situation. His body trembled as the doctor pushed further into him, stroking him gently, preparing him for something more.
"Tight, will need some practice work here" the doctor murmured.
And as if on cue, the doctors fingers went in a little deeper. In a stroking motion they shifted to a fro. The feeling was electric, Alexis didn't know what to think.
He was still trying to process the fact that he was currently bound on this table, allowing a doctor to prep him for something entirely unknown. He could feel Mrs. Collins' hot breath against his ear as she whispered filthy, degrading words to him.
"You're mine now, Alexis. You belong to me and my husband. And I expect you to do exactly as you're told."
Her nails dug deeper into his skin and he winced, trying his best not to cry out. His mind was racing with a mix of fear and excitement. While the doctors every stroke another pleasurable bolt of lighting through him. How could this be? He wasn't supposed to enjoy this sort of thing.
Alexis had always identified as straight, and yet he couldn't deny the arousing sensation that was coursing through him. He could feel the warmth of his own arousal spreading between his legs, and the thought of it only made him blush harder.
With each passing moment, he could feel himself slipping further under her spell. Mrs. Collins' commands, her degradation, the way she touched him - it was wrong, but it felt so right. It made him want more.
"Please!" he whimpered, trying to get it to stop.
"Silence the patient please" the doctor said dryly.
"No!" he cried. He tried to say more but there was something stuck in his mouth. It stretched his jaw wide and pushed down on his tongue. Drool was seeping down his cheek.
Panic rose within Alexis as he struggled against his constraints - but to no avail. His protests were muffled, and any sounds he made behind the gag were barely audible. A sharp sense of vulnerability gripped him as he lay there, spread-eagled on the table, and completely at their mercy.
An ungloved hand, traced down his face, his neck. And found its way to his nipple.
"In these walls, for the term on your contract, you are mine. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Collins’ sharp voice cut through the room, the threat of dominance and submission palpable in the air. Alexis’ chest tightened, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and shameful arousal.
"Do you understand?" She repeated, her voice low and menacing. Alexis could only nod, his eyes watering as the gag muffled his reply. His eyes hidden under the satin blindfold. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. The doctor continued her dehumanizing exploration, roughly grabbing his scrotum before sliding two fingers around his shaft.
"Our agent told us how stupid you were. How your greed got the better of you."
Mrs. Collins' tone was laced with derision as she continued to prepare Alexis for whatever was in store for him next. Her fingers toyed with his cock, flicking the tip, eliciting a garbled whimper from the gagged man before her.
"But they failed to tell us how pretty you were. What a failure of a man you are, how pretty those lips are". She ran a finger across them.
"I think this is ready," the doctor announced, sliding her wet fingers from Alexis' penis and moving towards the cabinet. A moment later, she returned, gripping something obscene-looking in her hand.
Alexis couldn't see it but he felt it being attached to the cold metal stirrups of the table.
The doctor's gloved hands gripped his thighs, spreading them further apart. "Take a deep breath" Dr. Ramirez instructed. The cold, hard object pressed against his asshole, and with a pop, it was inside him.
Alexis shouted, but the gag prevented any intelligible sound from escaping. The ring-shaped object was cold and uncomfortable, stretching him open in a most unfamiliar way. But the movement came to a halt.
Suddenly the blind fold was lifted, but not the darkness. The room had gone dime. And a projection was on the ceiling. The only place Alexis could see anyway.
A beautiful girl, in a French maid outfit, stood in an opulent study. She smiled sensuously and twirled her dress, giggling silently.
Alexis watched and felt himself respond to video. Suddenly Mr Collins walked into frame. And the womans movements became ones of clothing removal.
Seductive, slow, methodical. She removed one glove, her smooth pale hand gleaming in the dim light, before repeating the act on her opposite hand. The camera panned down to reveal her long, toned nylon clad legs and the lace garter that held her stockings up.
Mr. Collins removed his shirt, revealing his muscular and toned physique.
He approached the maid with an air of confidence, and the maid, recognizing his desire, eagerly welcomed him.
The scene played out on the ceiling, and beneath it, Alexis lay, still restrained, still impaled on the chilled metal device. Yet, instead of fear or discomfort, his body responded to the visual spectacle. He couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as he took in every inch of their lustful display.
He saw the woman finally remove her dress, revealing beautiful lingerie underneath, wiggling her sexy little ass in the camera. Her waist rotated towards the camera, her plump arse disappearing and the front of her panties coming into view. A bulge! It was no deterrence to Mr Collins who pulled her in close. She began kiss his neck, his chest. And trace a line of kisses down his body.
His cock twitched, growing harder by the second. Despite everything, his desire was unfettered and all-consuming.
The obscene tableau projected before him had ensnared his senses, and Alexis couldn't help but grow fully erect. He had never been aroused by scenes of same-sex intercourse, but there was something about the way the two figures moved in perfect harmony that drew him in. The way she undid Mr Collins' pants and revealed his throbbing member, how her fell over her face as she did so. He radiant smile of delight when she found his excitment.
As he lie there, strapped down, feeling the cool metal expand within him and the warm sensation of pleasure that accompanied it, Alexis gave himself over to his carnal instincts.
His body moved instinctively, his hips arching towards the ceiling as the woman in the video teased Mr Collins' cock with her tongue. The feeling of submission, of being completely at the mercy of this mysterious and powerful couple, sent a shiver down his spine.
"Do you like that, slut?" Mrs Collins whispered in his ear. "Do you see what we can do for you? You'll never be the same again. You'll be just like her"
Alexis couldn't help but moan in response. The gag muffled the sound, but it didn't matter.
Mrs. Collins knew exactly what he was feeling, and she reveled in it. Her fingers teased and played with his nipples, causing Alexis to writhe and moan in pleasure. The doctor continued to work on him, slowly and deliberately inserting more and more of the object into him. He could feel his body opening up, stretching to accommodate the intrusion. It was uncomfortable, but there was also a strange sense of satisfaction, as if he was becoming more and more hers with each passing moment.
"That's it, slut," Mrs.
Collins murmured, her breath hot against Alexis' ear. She tugged at his nipples, twisting and pulling until he cried out in pleasure. The doctor continued to stretch him open with the unforgiving metal device, her gloved hands slick with lubricant.
"You're going to take it all, aren't you, Alexis?" Mrs. Collins asked, her voice dripping with malice and desire.
Alexis could only whimper in response, his eyes glued to the projection. As the beautiful stranger in the Franco-maid outfit enveloped Mr. Collins' cock in her mouth, and the man groaned in approval. Placing his massive paw on her head, guiding her motions. Alexis felt the doctor twist the device within him, causing his body to jolt with a mix of pain and pleasure that was difficult to decipher.
Mrs. Collins released her grip on his nipples, her fingers trailing down his stomach and towards his cock. She placed her face next to it, her hot breath paced with urgency that match the rhythmic pumping of the metal inside of him. Her eyes mesmerised by his involuntary twitching, the dripping of precum.
The doctor, meanwhile, had successfully inserted the entire length of the cold, unforgiving object within him.
Alexis' body jerked involuntarily, and he couldn't help but let out a loud, uncontrollable whimper. The sensation was nothing like he had ever experienced, not even remotely close to the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.
It matched the pace set by the woman on the projection, as she sucked Mr. Collins' cock with a fervent intensity that left him breathless.
Their moans harmonized in the room, the soundtrack of Alexis' new reality - he was no longer the master of his own body.
The doctor's hands gripped Alexis' thighs with urgency, guiding him through the carnal dance ritual. Inside of him, the metal device expanded and contracted, its purpose unknown but undeniably overwhelming. Unable to resist any longer, Alexis' cock throbbed with need, aching to be touched.
Suddenly the girl in the projection found Mr Collins hands gently wrapped around her throat. He motioned her to stand, he towered over her as she looked up. And he leaned for their lips to meet.
It was an intensely passionate and primal kiss, with Mr. Collins gripping her hair with authority as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The woman responded with equal intensity, moaning into his mouth as her hands roamed over his toned chest.
It was like watching a scene from a porno - raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically sexual. Alexis couldn't tear his gaze away from the seductive imagery playing out on the ceiling above him.
The woman's body was a masterpiece of beauty, curvaceous and voluptuous, with full breasts and a shapely ass. She expertly worked Mr. Collins' lipswith her mouth, her tongue swirling around his, her lips stretched wide as she took him deeper and deeper.
Mr. Collins, on the other hand, was a gorgeous specimen of male virility. Tall, muscular, and handsome with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes.
Mr. Collins seized control, his fingers digging into her waist as he guided her movements, turning her around and pushing her to the side. They came to a bed, which she fell onto elgently. Her arse in the air, Mr Collins flipped up her dress, revealing a lacy thong underneath.
Meanwhile, the doctor's hands had begun to explore Alexis' body with reckless abandon. Her fingers traced the lines of his abdominal muscles, twirling around his nipples, and flicking his throbbing cock with a maddening slowness.
Alexis's hips bucked wildly, trying to match the rhythm of the woman's motions in the projection, as she wiggled her hips. Mr Collins clawed his fingers into her underwear, bearing his face in her cheeks. For such a strong man, his kisses and hands on her rear were surprisingly gentle. Her panties slide off her thighs, revealing her buttocks in all her glory. If only in a moment, as Mr Collins buries himself in them. His tongue no doubt exploring every inch of her.
"Yes, that's it. Let go, slut," Mrs. Collins whispered hungrily in his ear, sinking her teeth into his earlobe. Alexis felt her press a few buttons on a console near him, and the device inside him began to whirr to life. "You'll be just like her".
He groaned in pleasure and pain as the cold metal stretched him wider than ever before. Mrs. Collins slid her hand up Alexis's leg and cupped his balls, giving them a tender squeeze. He moaned in pleasure, the sensation sending waves of lust coursing through his veins.
"You like that, don't you, slut?" Mrs. Collins sneered, her voice dripping with condescension. She began to massage his sack, slowly working her way up around each shape.
Alexis couldn't help but thrash against his restraints, his whole body tingling with pleasure as Mrs. Collins stroked him expertly.
While on the screen, Mr Collins came up from air, revealing the woman's rear to Alexis. The curve of her buttocks. The smoothness of her thighs and below that her... penis? Unmistakably, she had a sack and shaft hanging down. Small and maybe the same size as his?
Alexis' eyes widened in shock, but he couldn't look away. Mrs. Collins pinched at his nipple, pulling him back to reality. "You want to be that, a slut?"
He couldn't help but nod in agreement. The scene in front of him was so taboo, yet it had him so turned on. He was surprised at how his body reacted and the waves of pleasure he was experiencing. Mrs. Collins reached for a remote control and pressed a button, changing the angle of the projection.
The view shifted, giving Alexis a clearer view of the woman's cock. It was small, but perfectly formed, nestled between her thighs. The sight of it made Alexis' heart race, and his own cock twitched in response.
The woman in the projection began to stroke her cock slowly, maintaining eye contact with the camera as she did so. Alexis could feel himself getting harder and harder as he watched, his mind racing with a thousand dirty thoughts.
"You see, Alexis?" Mrs. Collins murmured in his ear.
"You want to be her, don't you?"
"Yes," Alexis whimpered through the gag, unable to deny the truth. Seeing the woman on the projection, so confident and proud of her body, had awakened something within him, something primal and raw. He longed to be like her, to feel the freedom that came with embracing his own desire, no matter how taboo or forbidden.
The woman on the screen stuck her hand out and made a come here motion with her manicured fingers.
Mr Collins eagerly obliged, coming up into the frame to French kiss her again.
The man growled with desire, pushing her back onto the bed on all fours and kneeling over her. He massive throbbing shaft, angling towards her hungry pussy.
Her back curled, spreading herself for him and eagerly took him inside of her. Hands on her waist, his wasit thrusting in savage sweeps. Grunting as he went.
Watching this incredibly explicit act unfold before me, Alexis couldn't help but feel my body respond. I was already bound, unable to move, and the doctor had inserted a cold metal device into his ass to stretch and prepare me for what was to come. he could feel it expanding inside of me, and I couldn't believe how aroused I was by it.
The woman in the projection began to moan and writhe, her beautiful body bucking with the force of Mr. Collins' thrusts.
The wet sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, and the woman threw her head back in ecstasy. Alexis couldn't help but feel a pang of envy - he wanted to be the one in her position, taking Mr Collins's massive cock. He wanted to be the one moaning in pleasure, feeling every inch of him inside of him.
His body writhed on the table as the unforgiving metal device continued to stretch and fill him. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but one he couldn't deny he was growing to enjoy.
Each thrust of Mr. Collins' cock into the woman's pussy sent a wave of pleasure through him, and he found himself involuntarily clenching around the cold metal device. His balls slapped loudly into the woman's, while her cock flapped uselessly. Leaving a noticeable line of fluid violently dripping onto the bed.
Mrs. Collins seemed to sense his arousal, and she began to toy with him more aggressively, her fingers pinching and twisting his nipples with a sadistic delight. she whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with malice and desire.
Her free hand moved down to his aching cock, wrapping her fingers around it and tugging firmly, as if to remind him of his new role in their twisted little game.
Alexis couldn't help but moan as she touched him, the feeling of her hand on his cock almost painful in its intensity. He could feel himself dripping with precum, his body begging for release.
But Mrs. Collins had no intention of letting him cum just yet. She pulled her hand away, leaving him writhing on the table, desperate for more. "You won't be using this anymore, you better get used to to it" she huskily told him.
While on the projection, Mr Collins placed his hand on the womans neck. She turned to him, her face enthralled in pleasure, leering for a kiss. He didn't oblige her, instead tightening his grip and increasing his pace. She stared at the camera, gently biting her lip.
She reached for her hard cock, to stroke herself. Mr Collins grabbed her hand, forcing it to her back, denying her.
Alexis watched in awe as the woman on the screen struggled to breathe, her face growing redder by the second. Her moans shorter and more intense. Her tongue drooling out, eyes rolled back.
Her muffled sounds of pleasure were replaced with a desperate need for air and the slapping of Mr Collins into her rear. The display of dominance turned Alexis on even more, and he involuntarily squirmed on the table.
"Do you want to be a good girl for us, Alexis?" Mrs Collins asked, her voice dripping with lust and sadism.
Do you want to be our good little slut and please us whenever we want?"
Alexis nodded frantically, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. Mrs Collins's words, combined with the erotic scene unfolding in front of him, had made his heart race and his cock ache for release. He couldn't believe what was happening to him, but he couldn't deny that he was loving every moment of it.
"Good boy", Mrs Collins said, patting his head condescendingly. She then turned to the doctor and nodded.
A sharp pain shot through his arm, but the sensation only heightened his arousal.
He lay there, completely immobilized, as the woman on the screen reached her climax, screaming in ecstasy as Mr Collins continued to thrust into her. Alexis' cock throbbed with desire, his mind reeling from the erotic events unfolding around him. The invader rapidly pulsing within him, pushing him so close to the edge.
He was now their plaything, a vessel for their twisted desires. He didn't fully understand why he was allowing this to happen, but he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him.
He felt his climax building, and he couldn't wait any longer.
"Please, let me cum," he begged, his voice muffled through the gag.
But Mrs. Collins only laughed. "Not yet, my dear. You'll cum when we say so."
The woman on the projection began to convulse, her whole body shaking with pleasure as she reached her peak. Mr Collins grunted with energy driving every inch of himself into her. Alexis could only watch, his own cock throbbing painfully in anticipation.
Mrs. Collins seemed to take delight in his suffering, her eyes gleaming with a hungry lust he couldn't quite decipher. The woman on the projection began to cum, her cock erupting silvery ribbons on the bed. Her muscles convulsing and going limp.
Alexis couldn't help but moan as the device filled him, stretching him wider than anyone ever had before. He felt himself on the brink of climax, but Mrs. Collins was true to her word, and the gag muffled his cries of pleasure.
"That's right, slut," Mrs. Collins whispered in his ear. "Take it all."
Alexis' hips bucked wildly as the doctor adjusted the device, sending a new surge of pleasure through his body. He couldn't hold it any further, despite not having his cock touched, his body exploded in pleasure.
Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through him as he strained against his restraints, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
"Such a good boy," Mrs. Collins cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She traced a line on his cock, and wiped it over the puddle forming on his chest. Before leaving the cum all over his gag. It filtered through the hole and onto his lips. And into his mouth.
"You better learn to enjoy it, there's a lot more of that in your future" she purred. You're going to be so much fun to train," she added, with a sinister smile.
"But first, let's take care of that hair."
Mrs. Collins stood up and walked over to a nearby table, where she picked up an electric razor. She approached Alexis and began cutting off his chest hair, leaving behind a smooth and bare chest. She then moved down to his legs, carefully shaving away every last hair.
"We wouldn't want that pretty face of yours to be ruined, now would we?" Mrs. Collins teased, winking at him as she ran the razor over his trimmed pubic hair.
As Mrs. Collins worked, the doctor began applying a soft, yet foul smelling cream all over his skin, making sure to avoid his face.
Alexis couldn't help but squirm as she worked, the sensation of her touch sending shivers down his spine.
The cold metal device inside him, the expert hands caressing his sensitive skin, the lewd display on the screen above him - it was all too much for him to handle. His body felt like it was on fire, burning literally from the pain-inducing chemicals and with a desire he had never before experienced.
As the two women shaving him, she stood back to admire her work. "There," she said, a note of satisfaction in her voice. "Much better."
Alexis couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation wash over him.
He had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life, and yet he hadn't even touched himself. Every inch of his body felt raw and exposed, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next.
Mrs. Collins must have sensed his apprehension, because she leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered,
"Don't worry, Alexis. You'll get used to it. And trust me, you're going to love every second of it." Mrs Collins, stepped back. And covered quite some distance, Alexis wondered why but could hardly see from his restrained position. Suddenly a torrent of water, ice cold initially hit him. Stinging his skin with its pressure and temperature. The doctor directed the stream to the areas covered in the cream, scrapping it away with the water.
Mrs. Collins grinned with satisfaction as the sudsy substance swirled down the drain beneath Alexis. While he howled in surprise, the water mixing in his mouth with his own cum.
"That's much better," Mrs. Collins said as the water flow ceased, leaving the skin on Alexis's body tingling. "We can't have any stubble distracting from that precious face."
A few minutes later, Mrs. Collins reappeared with a towel and dried Alexis from head to toe, taking care not to damage the new, smooth skin.
The doctor then approached him, her gaze sharp and calculating.
"Now, the next step is to ensure that your facial hair stays away for a while." She smirked, rubbing something into the side of Alexis' neck. A firm gloved hand went over his eyes holding him in place.
Immediately, a burning sensation spread through his facial hair follicles. He could feel each individual hair dissolve and fall from his face, leaving behind smooth, bare skin. The sensation was uncomfortable but not painful, and later when he had a chance to feel it himself, Alexis couldn't deny that the result was impressive.
His face was now as smooth as a baby's bottom, and it seemed like he hadn't had facial hair for months.
"Good job," Mrs. Collins said, clapping her hands together. "Now, onto the final step."
She picked up a small bottle from the table and walked over to Alexis, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
"This is a special cream that we use on all of our new maids. It will prevent your facial hair from growing for at least six months," she explained, squirting a generous amount of the cream onto her fingers.
"We use it to keep our maids looking neat and tidy."
Mrs. Collins then began rubbing the cream into Alexis' face, starting at his chin and working her way up to his cheekbones. The cool, smooth texture of the cream felt strange against his freshly shaven skin, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
"There," Mrs. Collins said, stepping back to admire her work. "You look like a real woman now, Alexis.
Don't you think so, boys?" Mrs. Collins purred, addressing both Mr. Collins and the doctor. They all nodded in agreement, their eyes wandering over Alexis' bare chest and smooth face. Alexis hadn't noticed Mr Collins, how long had he been in the room?
A shiver ran down Alexis' spine as he realized what could suddenly happen. He was still strapped down to the table. Completely mobile, legs spread apart.
Mr. Collins stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Alexis' bare chest.
"Very nice," he said approvingly. "I think you'll make an excellent addition to our household, Alexis."
Despite himself, Alexis felt a rush of excitement at the words. He had never been attracted to men before, but there was something about Mr. Collins - his dominance, his confidence, his raw masculinity - that made his heart race and his cock twitch with desire.
Mrs. Collins seemed to sense his arousal, because she smiled wickedly and stepped closer to him. "Oh no that won't do" she said disapprovingly, taking his cock into her hand.
"We can't have you getting hard already, not when we've still got so much work to do."
Mrs. Collins tightened her grip on him, squeezing hard enough to hurt, before releasing him with a flick of her wrist. Alexis couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as she touched him - he had never felt anything quite like it before.
"I think it's time for a little demonstration," she said, turning to Mr. Collins. "Of how we can keep you in line". Suddenly her hands pressed into vulnerable pressure points. There was a sharp pain and an audible click. Alexis's cock felt, restrained and cramped.
The doctor wiped down Alexis's face, and moved to loosen his restraints.
"All finished," she said, with a small smile. "You'll find your some clothes in the closet over there."
Alexis swung his legs over the edge of the table, and winced as the cool metal device slid out of him. He couldn't quite believe what had just happened to him. He was now the proud owner of a smooth, hairless body, and a complexion that would make any fashion model jealous. He felt like a completely different person, and yet, somehow, he had never felt more alive.
Alexis slowly got down from the table, his legs wobbling slightly as he adjusted to the feeling of being mobile again. He looked down at his body, his new smooth skin glowing in the soft light of the room. His cock, still trapped in the metal device, twitched slightly as he ran his hand over his bare chest, feeling the softness of his skin and marveling at the lack of hair.
Mrs. Collins watched him with a satisfied smile on her face, her eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and pride.
"That's much better," she said, nodding her head in approval. "You look like a true submissive now, Alexis. And you know what that means?"
Alexis swallowed hard, his heart beating faster in his chest. "What does it mean, Mrs. Collins?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It means that you're ready for the next step," Mrs. Collins replied, her voice low and sultry.
"It means, my dear, that you're ready to be broken in. To be moulded into the perfect toy for us. And we're going to enjoy every moment of it."
With that, the Collins turned and strutted together out of the room, leaving Alexis standing there, feeling both excited and terrified at what was to come. He finally had the means to check what Mrs Collins had done to his loins.
With a trembling hand, he slid it down his body until he reached the strange metal device circling his cock. It was cold and imposing, contrasting with the heat of his own arousal.
He tried to touch himself, to get some sort of relief, but the device wouldn't budge. He groaned in frustration, suddenly feeling suffocated by the whole situation.
"Don't bother trying" Mrs Collins' voice came from behind him. He turned around to see her leaning against the door frame, a smirk on her face.
"I didn't give you permission to do that," she said, her voice stern. "You're mine now, Alexis. And I'll decide when and how you get to cum."
Alexis felt a shudder run down his spine as she spoke, but he couldn't deny the thrill that came with her words.
"Now get changed," she said, clicking her fingers in the direction of the closet. "We have some more modifications to make before you're ready to serve us." Mrs. Collins' voice was cold and detached as she evaluated Alexis, her eyes raking over his exposed body like a piece of meat on display. "Hurry up."
Her words sent a chill down Alexis' spine, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over him. He didn't know what she meant, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to like it.
Without another word, Mrs. Collins left the room, and Alexis was left alone, shivering and vulnerable on the examination table.
He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself, his thoughts racing a mile a minute.
What the hell had he gotten himself into?
He looked down at his now hairless body and felt a surge of disgust. This wasn't him. He wasn't some submissive little slut. He was a man. A strong, intelligent man.
But even as he thought it, he couldn't deny the way his cock had twitched in response to Mrs. Collins' touch. The way it had hardened as he watched a stranger and her husband fuck on the projector screen.
He was snapped back to reality as Mrs Collins slapped his bare arse, hard. Her long-nailed hand was surprisingly strong, and Alexis yelped in shock.
"GET... Changed!" She growled.
"I don't pay you to think, slut. I pay you to obey. Now get your ass in gear and get dressed."
Her words were like a slap in the face, bringing him back to reality. He couldn't believe what he had just let them do to him. Regardless he hobbled over to the bathroom closet and opened it, to see the prize within.
Soft white satin panties, and a white negligee. A contrast to the uniforms he had before, this was sleepware.
However, he knew there would be no sleep for him tonight, not any time soon. Not after what they had done to his body. Not after the erotic scenes he was forced to watch. He thought he could not get any more aroused but he was wrong.
His mind wandered, every action they made played on repeat. His eyes were drawn to the sleek fabric of the panties, its smoothness and creamy white color stirred something inside him. He picked them up, feeling the soft material against his skin.
The thought of wearing them, of being dressed like a woman, was both terrifying and exhilarating. He had always considered himself a straight man, but there was something about the way Mrs. Collins looked at him, the way she touched him, that made him question everything he thought he knew about himself.
He stepped into the panties, pulling them up over his hairless thighs and adjusting them on his hips. They were snug but comfortable, and he couldn't deny the strange sense of satisfaction he felt then rest into place.
His cock was still trapped in the metal device, but even that didn't seem to bother him as much as it had before.
Mrs. Collins watched him with a cold, calculating gaze, her eyes lingering on his crotch. "Good," she said finally, her voice low and breathy. "Now finish up and don't forget your slippers." Mrs. Collins' command echoed through the room, bouncing off the marble walls and settling in the pit of Alexis' stomach.
Alexis picked up the negligee, revealing matching heeled slippers underneath it on the shelf. He hesitated for a moment before slipping into the sheer, silky garment. It clung to his body in all the right places, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill as he glanced at himself in the mirror. Then he slipped on the heels, and tried a few ungainly steps.
Mrs. Collins seemed pleased with his new appearance as well, considering the way her gaze lingered on his body.
"Perfect," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Now, let's move on to the next step."
Mrs. Collins motioned for Alexis to follow her, and he did so, his legs unsteady beneath him. He felt like a puppet, with Mrs. Collins as the puppeteer. She led him into another room, this one much smaller and more intimate. A large, plush bed sat in the center of the room, adorned with satin sheets and pillows.
Mrs. Collins turned to Alexis, her eyes burning with desire.
"Take those panties off, slut," she commanded.
Alexis hesitated for a moment, but then he obeyed, sliding the silky garment down his legs and stepping out of it. His cock sprang free, still trapped in the metal device.
Without a word, Mrs. Collins approached him, her movements slow and deliberate. She ran a hand over his bare chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his smooth skin. He shivered at her touch, his cock twitching in its restraints.
"You're so sexy," she murmured, her voice low and husky.
"I can't wait to see what you can do with that pretty little cock of yours."
Alexis couldn't believe what was happening. He had never been with a woman like Mrs. Collins before, let alone been commanded to pleasure her in front of her husband. But there was something about the way she looked at him, the way she touched him, that made him feel alive. And he couldn't deny the heat that was building between his legs.
Mrs. Collins sat on the plush and motioned him to sit next to her. Alexis obeyed, awkwardly placing himself next to her, his panties still around his ankles.
He could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock against the cool metal. Mrs Collins' hand brushed over his upper thigh, making its way towards his crotch. Alexis shivered with anticipation, his heart racing in his chest as her fingers explored his restrained erection. He moaned softly, leaning back against the luxurious cushions.
"Lean over my lap" she purred, her fingers tracing the outline of the device that encased him. Slowly, he did so, his negligees pooling around his thighs, his chest on her knees. "You hesitated slut, you need to understand. When we ask something of you, you do not question it. You do not talk back, you do not hesitate..." Her words were broken up by a loud slap, her open palm crashing into his arse at speed.
Alexis yelped, his body tensing at the sudden sting of pain. But even as he tensed, he could feel a thrill of excitement run through him. The pain made him acutely aware of the fact that he was exposed, vulnerable to her every touch.
"You Obey slut!" Mrs. Collins said, her voice low and husky. She spanked him again, and again and again.
Alexis swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest as she continued to slap his arse, each blow sending a fresh wave of pain and pleasure coursing through his body.
"Stick out your tongue" She commanded. Instinctively he did so. Surprised by the promptness of his own actions. She stuck a finger in there. "Suck".
Mrs Collins' command was simple and to the point. She pulled her finger out of his mouth, replaced with two fingers, pushing them in and out of him, her other hand wrapped around his arse, fingers closing in on his flower.
He moaned with pleasure as she touched him, spreading his legs wider to give her better access. He could feel himself slipping deeper into a submissive role, and it both thrilled him and filled him with fear at the same time. He felt like a caged animal, ready to be unleashed, but at the same time, completely at her mercy.
Mrs. Collins's fingers continued to explore him, pushing into his slick hole with ease. He moaned again, his hips bucking against her in a desperate plea for more.
"Good boy," she cooed, her voice dripping with approval. "You take that so well."
With that, she withdrew her fingers and replaced them with something much bigger. It was metal, and bulbous. It stretched his jaw just to fit. "This is a plug darling. You need to get it all wet for me" she said.
"Your saliva, your spit. Make it nice and slick."
Obediently, Alexis began to suck and lick at the plug, his tongue darting out to taste the cold metal. He moaned at the sensation, the feeling of the plug on his tongue and in his mouth sending shivers down his spine.
Mrs. Collins watched him with a satisfied smile, her fingers still working their magic, tracing circles on his boy hole. "Such a good submissive," she murmured, her voice full of approval.
"Now relax" she purred, lifting up the drape of the negligee. She withdrew the plug from his mouth. And he felt a building pressure on his rear.
After a moment of panic, he realized she was inserting the plug into his anus. The sensation was strange, and unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He tried to relax, to let her do what she wanted to him. She continued pushing it in, and soon he felt the plug fill him completely. He couldn't help but moan as she twisted it around inside of him.
It was stretching him, to much. She was going to tear him apart! Sensing his panic, Mrs Collins grabbed his cheeks together; "take it!" she growled. And then it pass its widest point, an slipped inside him. He felt almost whole. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"There, much better," Mrs. Collins said, patting him on the cheek.
"Such a good boy," she murmured, her voice dripping with approval.
Her hand left a burning sensation on his cheek. Alexis didn't know what to make of this new dynamic. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a mix of dominance and submission. He never thought he would be into something like this, but here he was, bent over Mrs. Collins' lap, with a plug in his ass and his cock still restrained in the device.
Mrs. Collins stood up, and Alexis could hear her moving around the room.
"You can go now. We will see you tomorrow."
Mrs Collins' voice echoed through the room, and Alexis watched as she left, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. He stayed in his position, frozen with a mix of emotions running through him.
After a moment, he slowly stood up, his legs still shaky from the intense scene that had just taken place. He picked up his discarded panties from the floor and slipped them back on, feeling the familiar sensation of the soft silky material against his skin. He looked down at himself, at the plug protruding from his arse, and felt a strange mix of shame and excitement.
Best he get to his own chambers to recollect himself for the next day.