Now that I've finished my training, I'm able to tell this story. I was completely lucid the whole time it was happening, but I was forbidden to tell and so I had to obey. I'm not, nor will I ever be, the woman I was once. I'm perfect now.
We had a perfect sexual relationship, my husband Felix and I, or so I thought. I was a bit on the shy side, but adventurous and very accommodating. We joined the swinging lifestyle very early in our relationship and I was able to explore several sexual fantasies I had. I mostly enjoyed being with another woman, which I can only describe as the ultimate in softness. I was also able to enjoy two men at the same time. I particularly liked pleased one man orally while another entered my in the doggie position. I felt like I had reached the zenith of free love.
There were some things I said no to, but not many. I didn't like anal sex. It was uncomfortable, didn't excite me and I was worried about infections. I wanted nothing to do with sex with animals, though it was a curiosity. I wasn't inclined to the BDSM scene, though I didn't mind being tied to the bed for sex or having a little mild spanking. I didn't think any of these things mattered to my husband, but obviously it did. Oddly enough, it was a very small incident that led to this long adventure.
I always thought that I was an attractive woman. I was 5' 3" with long dark brown hair. I had nicely shaped legs and beautiful feet with long toes. I had a cuteness that had served me well so far. My looks hadn't changed all that much except for the animated creases in my forehead that deepened over time. I had a very round ass that I thought was too big, but the guys adored it. My only drawback was my small 34B breasts. I had nice little puffy nipples, but my breasts weren't in proportion with the rest of my body.
I had two girlfriends that had gotten implants. One pair was a very beautiful 36C that looked like the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. The other was a double-D cup that looked extremely out of place on her. Another side effect of her operation was that her nipples never got soft. So I had always been skeptical about implants, though it hardly mattered since it was the kind of frivolous extravagance that we never could afford.
One of Felix's favorite activities was photographing me in the nude. We got quite creative after I found an old box of wigs that my mom had worn at one time. We brought them home and played with them, adding different makeup to my face that might match the different looks of the wigs. Felix loved exaggerated makeup and the retro look of the 50's & 60's, so these wigs really fit right in with the fantasy.
Felix asked me if I would bleach my hair blonde. I had already gone from dark brown to auburn, which he enjoyed. I told him absolutely not. It would look terrible on me. He argued that the wigs didn't look terrible. I just refused. I had one girlfriend who had gone blonde and cut her hair short. She looked terrible and all our friends talked about how bad she looked. I didn't want to be like her.
Unknown to me, Felix had made contact with a man on the internet. James was the president of The Masters Guild, a secret society of dominant men whose sexual activities were unlimited. They had a combination of resources that enabled them to make anything possible. Felix was intrigued.
"It's not that I'm dissatisfied with Alison", he explained. "I'd just love to make her do anything I like and enjoy it fully."
"That can be accomplished quite easily", James told him. "We can transform her into the perfect love slave, willing and anxious to serve. We can even make her look however you like. And we can change her over and over again."
"You mean surgery?" Felix asked.
"Yes, some surgery," James answered. "But we also have secret and forbidden herbs from many societies throughout the world that normal medicine knows nothing about. These help to make the body more pliable and acceptant of change, quicker healing and never any scars. We can also alter her mind. Unlike most drugs of the mind-control type, we have combinations that will keep her lucid and wanting."
"Let's try this," James suggested. "We'll bring her to our mountain retreat in Virginia for approximately a month. You can give us details on what you would like to have her involved in, what ways you might want to change her. If you're not satisfied, we can return her to her normal state. No harm done."
