"This is an almost unbelievable stroke of luck!" Gyn squealed.
I was lying beneath her, my calves locked around hers, on the fur coverlet. Our fingers were interlinked, our lips tantalisingly close to each others. If only this was real, I sighed to myself, if only we were together right now, if only...
"Hang on," I said "did you just say that this is a stroke of luck?"
"Yes!" Gyn squealed again. "Young Master Zhang's doctor is an old friend of mine. We have our opportunity, my sweet little Linzi!" she said before kissing me like she owned me. I wriggled my lips free of hers.
"And how's that going to help us?" I asked "And what exactly do you mean by 'old friend' anyway? Another woman who used to be a man? Just how many transgenders have you transformed over the years anyway?"
She looked down at me, confused. "That's kind of a weird question, coming as it does from a girl that used to be a man herself. Anyway, it wasn't him I transformed, it was his son, about fifteen years ago now. I lose count of human years easily." she said, grinning.
"Point taken, about the transformation crack, I mean." I conceded. "So, do explain how this doctor is our 'opportunity', please, my darling Gyn." I replied
"Well, his poor son was suicidal, couldn't accept that he wasn't the right gender." Gyn explained. "I had the doctor register the boy under a girl's name in an exclusive French boarding school. While the rest of the family relocated to France, the boy's 'Auntie Gyn' took him on an extended tour of Europe. When the school term started, nobody was any the wiser when a pixie faced blonde girl with cute little B-cups and an already impressive wardrobe of short skirts turned up on the first day. The doctor is a friend and ally, and the girl is now a successful lawyer."
"And how exactly did you accomplish the transformation?" I asked. "Surely you didn't do what you did with me to a teenage boy?"
"Of course not!' Gyn snorted. "Anyway, you were a special case, I was making you for myself, and curse me for not realising it at the time!" I held her tight as her body shivered with guilt and remorse. "I suckled him, he drew my transformative essence from my nipples. I felt it was the sort of thing that wouldn't traumatise a teenage boy, or girl, and I was apparently right."
"So, we now have an opportunity?" I asked.
"I'll tell you later," Gyn said. "You're getting up early, and I'm missing you SO much! Communication is all well and good, but it's still not the same as actually physically being with each other." She kissed me deeply again, as her body rubbed softly against mine. I understood exactly what she meant; even though our essences could meet and interact like this, I was still lonely without her, and she without me. I put my predicament out of my mind and lost myself in her embrace.
The next morning, dressed in a short, tight little black dress and black patent high stilettoes, I left the Red House with my new Master. I sat into the back of a long black limousine with mirrored side and rear windows; Handler locked the cuff round my ankle, then looked up at me.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, sixty eight." he said "I should have kept a closer eye on you!"
"Don't blame yourself, Master," I replied 'it's a slave girl's lot to encounter an occasional asshole!"
He laughed at that, then said "serve well, sixty eight."
My Master sat beside me as we were driven to the airport. We were soon airborne aboard his private jet. As soon as the seat belt sign was turned off, I stripped off my dress and stepped from my shoes. My Master released me from my harness and handed me a long velvet bag; I opened it and removed the glass dildo, then knelt before him, spreading my knees wide as I began to slowly lick the smooth surface, my tongue roaming over the moulded veins and caressing the hard glans lovingly as my Master settled back to enjoy watching his new slave perform.
My first few days in Young Master Zhang's palatial French mansion were spent getting accustomed to my new environment. I spent the early part of each morning in the huge gym, my exercise now supervised by my Master's personal trainer. Usually training alone, on occasion a group of men whom to me looked like circus acrobats, or maybe gymnasts, would exercise in another area of the facility while I was there. The gym was also used by my Master's security personnel; muscular, thick necked men, obviously ex-military. I often heard the crack of pistol shots in the early morning, but as my Master had an extensive collection of antique and modern pistols in glass cabinets in his luxuriously decorated office, I paid them no real attention. As with the Red House, I had domestic duties to perform in the morning and afternoon. However, these consisted of cleaning and polishing my Master's office and the various rooms that the doors in its walls led to; keeping each item of his huge collection of sex toys and equipment in its proper place was also my responsibility.
If my Master was actually present, I performed my duties naked, except for my harness and my shoes, moving as silently as possible while he worked. Often he would order me into one of the pleasure rooms where, stripped of harness and shoes, I would kneel with knees wide apart on a mirrored table (which I DID have to polish afterwards!), finding ever more creative ways to pleasure my body with the glass dildo, along with a selection of other toys. The numbered medallion on my collar had been replaced on the day I arrived with a new one, bearing the Chinese characters of my Master's name. No longer 'sixty-eight', my name was now apparently 'slave', as it was the only form of address anyone used for me.
I normally ate my tiny meals with the household staff. However, after two weeks, I was instructed to attend my Master in his private dining room that evening, where he would be entertaining a guest. I found a beautiful Chinese style evening gown and black high heeled strappy sandals waiting for me in my room when I went to dress for dinner. At the appointed time, as I sat at the table sipping mineral water from an expensive crystal champagne flute, my Master entered with a beautiful, statuesque, I might have even described her as muscular, blonde woman in a crimson evening dress, cut deeply in the front to display her incredibly deep cleavage. My Master introduced her as Starr, introducing me to her with a Chinese word which I would learn meant 'property' very soon afterwards. Starr turned out to be a witty, intelligent call girl with whom the evening passed pleasantly; when we finally left the table to begin the evening's entertainment, Starr took me gently by the arm before speaking to my Master:
"Master Zhang, I'd like to discuss the plan for the evening with this gorgeous girl of yours before we get started. Could we have a quick chat in private please?" she asked politely.
"Of course," he replied "we have all evening, and I'd like it to go as smoothly as possible."
Starr half led, half dragged me into the bathroom and shut the door. No sooner had it closed than her face took on the rubbery, stretchy appearance that I'd seen when Gyn had first revealed her transformative ability all those months earlier. I had to bite my hand hard to prevent myself from screaming with delight when I realised that my She-demon lover was with me at last!
"Gyn! you're here! Is this a rescue?" I whispered excitedly.
"It was," she whispered back "until I counted the armed guards and realised how little cover there is between the house and where I would have needed to hide the car! I'm afraid we're going to have to go to my backup plan, my darling little Linzi."
