Well that wasn't counted on-part 2
By AmandaBlair
Mark woke and sat bolt upright. He was not in his bedroom, he was confused and shocked. The memories rushed back to him as he looked over and saw her there beside him. Still holding a long thin chain that lead to his neck. He reached up and found the collar there…. it was locked onto him, with no way to remove it without the key. She was looking up at him as he looked back down to her. She pulled on the chain and he fell towards her embrace, stunned but no longer afraid he embraced her back and kissed her as he some how now felt like his whole life had changed into some dream world. He was a slave to this woman’s heart and he knew it, he excepted it. This some how made things better, as the shock of yesterday’s adventures flew threw his mind.
The kiss ended and she looked deep into his eyes, and he felt as if she looked right down into his soul. She spoke (the words were like magic, spinning a spell of love lust and control) “Good morning Amanda, sleep well?” she caressed his cheek while she spoke. He melted at the words and just nodded his answer of yes. She grinned and laughed, ”Speechless are we dear…. I asked you a question.” She tugged at the chain. “Yes Mistress I slept very well. Just that I wasn't sure if it was real or a dream.” his voice was shaky and somewhat high-pitched. “Oh this is for real sweet one, very real. You ARE mine, now and forever…swear it…. NOW!”
“Yes Mistress, yours now and forever. I swear.” His voice seemed not his own and he held his throat. She giggled, “Don’t worry about your voice, your going to sound more and more fem as the weeks go by. A small concoction a friend whipped up for me. It won’t harm you, but will befit your station as my slave and lover; I want you to always remember who you are. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress.” Was all he could squeeze out as the fear crept back, and he struggled to push it back down. “Permission to speak freely Mistress?” he spoke weakly. “Yes love, what do you want?” she reached down and felt his hard-on, which only made it swell larger in her hand as her touch was like her voice, magic and cool, yet strong and reassuring.
“What about the customers at the book store, don’t you think there going to be a bit suspicious?” He listened to his voice more closely this time and was amazed at how much it sounded like someone else’s, what ever she had given him had made him sound so much more feminine. She smiled back pulled her to him and grinned, reached up and unlocked the collar and took it off. “Were selling it lover. I have to tell you the true, to come clean as it were, I never needed the job, never needed to dress the way I did, actually I hated deceiving you. It was all apart of a very long plan, I’ve been hunting you. I’ve actually known about you for several years.”
Mark looked back into her eyes, stunned at what she had just told him, how could she have known, he told no one, he was sure he had hidden it extremely well, other than the time he went on vacation and left the keys. She couldn’t have known for years, it was impossible. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “Oh what a silly wench you are now get up and open that closet over there to the left…that ones yours, the one on the right is mine, go pick out something red and leather and come place it on the bed.”
“But…” she gave him a look and he shut it again. He got up and walked over to the closet and opened it. He stood there and was in shock as the door opened to a very large walk in closet, with two rows of clothes, dresses of every sort, skirts and blouses and shoes too at the back on shelves. He crumpled to his knees and just gawked, and couldn’t move. He was startled back to reality as to cold hands touched his shoulders and a voice asked him. “Are you ok?” he looked up and saw her smiling face. “Yes, but the reality of all this is very overwhelming Christi, honest…. I’m honored and very frightened still. You have to believe me, this is what I’ve always dreamed about but never ever thought it would happen, just fantasies….” his voice trailed off as she came around in front of him and drew him up to her and hugged him.
“Yes love, I know…it’s suppose to catch you off guard, that’s the point. I don’t want you leaving me, ever. Do you understand, you’re my girl; mine to do as I please. Everything except let you go. Now go get the dress I asked you to get.” She swatted his butt and he shuffled into the closet, thinking, ‘closet case indeed’, he chuckled to himself, his fear once more over come by her reassuring words. The words she used ‘her girl’, made him shiver from head to toes. A short way down the closet (some 10 feet long and about the same width) he found a large collection of leather dresses…. 4 were red. He looked back and asked. “Which one, there’s 4 here.” She smiled and grinned, “The sleeveless one with the high collar.” He reached up and pulled it down, the smell of new leather filled his nostrils, it was beautiful, deep red and somewhat short. He held it up for her approval, but she was no were to be seen. He walked out of the closet and looked for her, she was no were to be seen. He walked to the bed and found the note.
It read: Amanda, make the bed…. Get undressed. Shower and put the white lotion that’s in the shower all over your body from the nose down wait 5 minutes then rinse it will remove all your body hair. Finish that outfit with the proper under garments and you’ll find the other gift I have for you in the top drawer of the left dresser. Match the boots in the closet to the dress. Do your make up, like you did last night when I found you, you did a very good job. Then come to the kitchen.
Christi
Mark ran to the shower, and followed her instructions to the letter. Once done he went to the closet to look for the boots. He found them and gasped, they were beautiful. 4’ heel…and easily past his knee once on. Scurrying to the dresser and opening the top drawer he found her ‘gift’. There in a open box was a pair of silicone falsies, beside them red lace bra panties and a garter and hose, with yet another note tucked into the panties.
Amanda, tuck that stick of yours down between your legs, pull the panties up so that it stays there, I don’t want to see it bulging out like last night, it ruins the appearance.
Christi
He walked to the bed and started to dress, he was shaking like a leaf. The hard part was to do the tuck that she demanded, it was uncomfortable but his did it anyway, and slid the dress up over everything, and did up the zipper. The dress was very tight fitting, but fit him like a glove. He went to the make up table sat down and looked into the mirror. Whatever was in the lotion he used in the shower was good he showed no sign of the growth that had been there. It was as if his face never had any hair, no shadow at all, make up would be so much easier without having to use so much cover up. He quickly put on his “face”; he giggled at the thought, and finished by putting on his long black wig. He reached for a bush to smooth it out and found yet another note. (when did she write all these notes? Just how long had she planned his taking?) Under a bottle of perfume with the word ‘Escape’ he pulled it out, it simply said…
Wrists and behind each ear, the name is to remind you…there is none.
Christi
He sprayed as instructed and brushed his wig out and looked up into the mirror as the fragrance hit him, he didn’t know the woman looking back at him, he gasped and touched the mirror. Mark got up on wobbly legs and moved slowly to the door as it swung open, a small petit girl in a catholic school uniform ran in grabbed him by the wrist. “Your late “ she exclaimed “and I’m hungry.” She dragged him out into the hallway, stunned and wondering whom this girl was and where was she taking him. ‘I’m not in Kansas anymore Toto’ he thought with a nervous smile. The girl kept dragging him down the hallway. “Come on you, you don’t want to start your first day here in the dungeon. Mom gets cranky when she’s made to wait.” Mark hurried along, not knowing were he was going. Dragging him down a long flight of stairs and threw yet another hallway and threw yet another door, he found himself in the kitchen, the bustle of movement and activity.
The girl dragged him over to the table and shoved him down into a chair, and scurried to the one beside him. Mark was scared, he had never been around so many people before dress in woman’s clothing and was wondering when they were all going to start laughing and pointing. No one did, all seemed too busy to notice him, doing one thing or another. A soft touch on his shoulder almost made him jump out of his skin. “Hi Amanda, you look good this morning.” said a voice he recognized from last night, he turned and there was Carol in a business suit and briefcase in hand. “I have papers here for you to sign when Christi arrives, nice boots.” She sat at the table across from him. Another woman walked up and placed a cup of coffee and a plate of toast in from of him and walked away. It was at this point he counted some 10 people. Opon further examination he noted they were all women. He was the only man in the room.
It occurred to him that may be he wasn’t. A kiss on the cheek brought him back to reality. “Good morning love, eat your toast, you’ll need it, and drink your coffee.” She sat down beside him and looked at Carol. “Well don’t you look all business like this morning.” She giggled, Carol ignored the remark and opens the briefcase taking out some papers and handed them to Christi. “You wanted these today, right?” Christi looked the papers over and smiled. “Yup, thanks sweetie’s.” She cooed. She smiled and looked to Mark. “You need to sign these.” She passed the papers over to him and he looked down at them. “What are they for?” he asked weakly. “What do you think they are for, silly? Permission to sell the store, that’s the first set, and the second to sell your house, you won’t need that ether, actually Carols going to buy it from you, and before you think I’m going rob you, it’s all going into your new account, it’s your money. And the last set is an application to change your name.”
Mark looked up at her' “My name?” He looked down at document, an application for a name change from Mark to Amanda, the name she had given him last night. “Sign them.” She stated flatly. His hand moved as of a will of their own, no a will of her own, he signed all the documents and passed them over to Christi. “Good girl.” Christi passed them to Carol and Carol got up kissed Christi and smiled. “I’ll file them on my way to court. See you about 7ish.” And she left out the kitchen door to what he assumed was the side door to this very large house. Mark looked at Christi. She was eating a piece of toast and looked back. “Yes love?” Mark just stared blankly. “Overwhelmed are we?” she asked. Mark nodded his head. Tears almost coming to his eye’s and she saw it. She got up and came over to him.
"Don’t worry your pretty little head over the details, your safe, mine and in good company, hell were going to be married soon and you’ll be my wife, you’ll love it. I have such plans for us.” At this the girl beside him piped up. “Do I have to call her mom?” Christi giggled. “Yes dear, have you met Ashley yet, dear?” Mark’s mouth opened but nothing came out. “What’s wrong with her mom?” The girl asked. “She in shock dear, but she’ll be ok.” He looked over to the girl, and then back to Christi. “You have a daughter?” “No we have a daughter love, oh I’m sorry I never did tell you, but that’s another story for another day.” She looked up at the clock on the wall, “You’re going to be late Ashley.” She said flatly.
Ashley looked to the clock grabbed another slice of toast and a couple of pieces of bacon and got up and ran to the door. “Bye Mom & Mom, oh that just sounds too weird, why can’t I have a normal family.” She pouted. “Because you’re my daughter, now get to school.” The girl exited the room the same way Carol had. Christi brushed a piece of Marks hair out of his eyes. He looked at her. “Say the following words for me. I love you and trust you.” “I love you and trust you.” Mark repeated. It seemed to calm him somehow, and he looked deep into her eyes, and saw nothing but kindness and love looking back at him. He repeated the words, and they seemed to hit a cord somewhere deep down inside him. “I love you, and trust you Christi, but your moving way too fast I can’t take it all in. I’m scared to death. You have to know that. Don’t you?”
“Of course dear, I’m not going to give you a chance to get away. Your mine now and you’ll just have to take comfort in that fact. Ok? Now eat your toast.” Mark sat and ate the toast, and sipped the coffee. Examining the woman he thought he knew, she was so different from the woman that worked in his small book store just yesterday, she was gorgeous, her hair was long and flowing. He noted that she was wearing the exact same outfit that he was, just in black…right down to the boots. “Who are you, and what did you do to my employee?” The humor had returned to his voice, she looked up and laughed. “Shock wearing off I see.” She reached over and took his hand. “I do love you Mark.” (It was the first time since last night she had used his old name and it reassured him.) “And I’ll explain all in do time, just not right now, we have a lot to do today.” Her smile was intoxicating. Mark smiled back. “Why didn’t you just tell, or ask me, or something. Why all this kidnap the boss and make him fall in love with you stuff, fun and scary as it is. I might have liked a say in all this.” Her laugh was like joyful bells to his ears. She caressed his hand with hers.
“What, and ruin all this fun you and I’ve had. Think of the memories when the kids ask how mom and mom met.” She laughed loudly and Mark joined her. He needed that laugh, and smiled back at her, he then realized he was in love with her, he didn’t know how, he knew the why, but not the how. She smiled as if she knew his thoughts. “Don’t get flustered, but this day isn’t over yet, were going to the salon after breakfast, we have an appointment. And after that the doctors office.” Mark almost spit up his coffee, and he looked up at her. “WHAT! Outside, like this, are you completely out of your mind? It’s just not goi…” ‘SLAP!!!!’ The slap to his face shut his mouth. Christi was mad, and he knew it. “Do you trust me?” she said in a demanding voice. “Yes” was all he could squeak out holding his face. “Then trust me now.” She got up and pulled him up from his chair, and embraced him. “I’m sorry I hit you, but your going to learn, one way or the other, you gave your self to me, I’m your owner, and I won’t let anything happen to you. BUT you are going out today, and many other days after this. Do you understand?” Mark nodded. She gave him a look. He responded, as she knew he would.
“Yes Mistress, but I’m scared, I’ve never been out in public.” “Amanda no ones going to be able to tell, your beautiful.” She looked to the woman in the kitchen doing the dishes. “Mary tell this silly goose how nice she looks.” The woman looked over and smiled. “She’s better looking than I am.” Mark blushed. “But…” Christi put a finger to his lips. “Hush up and get your jacket and your purse, they are by the front door and wait for me there, you’ll know which ones yours, trust me.” Mark obeyed without thought, as he walked he wondered what life outside dressed as a woman was going to be like, and what was the doctor’s appointment for. He figured it must to be to make sure he was in good health or maybe to see if he had any diseases. He picked up the matching red purse and waited for this woman who had only yesterday, been his employee.