Chapter 3 -- found out
After breakfast, I informed her, that I needed to work, and she went back to her flat to grab some things. She was loaded when she came back.
"What is all that stuff?" I asked a little annoyed.
"Just girls stuff to dress me up, and you like dressing me up," she stated.
'She is right,' as I think about it, so I just let it be.
"You tidy that up. And don't disturb me -- I am working," going downstairs to my bureau.
I heard her from time to time, but she really left me alone. A couple hours later, I came back upstairs to use the bathroom as I hear her on the phone: "Don't worry about me. I met somebody and he is doing wonders for me, he is so strong. I cannot get enough of him. I will be at the party later. Bye!"
As I round the corner, I freeze -- she is on her knees wearing a little apron and shows her nice round ass, seemingly cleaning the floor. The room was spotless, as was the adjourning kitchen. On the living room table, the contents of my toy chest and some more toys, from a drawer from below my bed, were sorted and spread out ready to be used.
On the coach, all of my bondage gear, several daring outfits I did not recognize and some high heels to go with it, were displayed.
She looks back over her shoulder, wiggling her ass at me smiling "Did I do a good job?", asking me a little shy -- my cock hardening looking at her charms.
"Well, if I would have to dress a whole company. However, I like the effort. Did you have anything specific on your mind, when you put all those toys on the table?"
"I looked around and I wondered what some of those toys are for, or never used them myself. I realized that my knowledge comes from porn instead of real life. And those last hours taught me, that I don't have a clue, about a lot of stuff. You turned a dial and I want to be what you want me to be, use me, dress me -- whatever. I feel alive, ready to break out of a shell that I did not know existed. Those orgasms were so overwhelming; my whole being was reconstructed by your orders.
I just can't go back to being my old self", her voice shaking now.
"I like your new side, but this might be just an adventure for you. Those carnival days will be your proofing ground -- show me that you care, show me that you can follow orders. On Aschermittwoch you can decide if you want to be mine! So lets dress you up for the party," stating firmly. "Stand up and loose the apron."
My imagination was working overtime on how I would like her to be. In the end she looked like a sexy nurse, but with a couple extras to go with it.
Her high heels showed her stockings with a garter belt ending just below her mini skirt -- showing just a bit garter belt. Her blouse was as white as the rest of the outfit, her nipples already poking.
Under her surgical mask was a ball gag, cutting any word she might want to utter. Her hair was under a hood, as was an earpiece, so she could hear my orders. And a remote controlled egg on standby, just waiting to get her to the edge.
Looking at my creation, I realized she was not recognizable.
