Author's Notes:
(1) This is fiction. Slavery is illegal.
(2) ONE SHOULD NEVER START A BOOK AT CHAPTER 6.
(3) For those of you unfamiliar with the fantasy, submission and domination are "sibling twins"; they are inseparable.
(4) Eroticism is in the eyes of the beholder. It is between the lines in this chapter as a lead-in to the next one.
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Jodi arrived early at Victoria's house for "The Corseting", as the event had been named. Victoria stepped aside to let her in and they embraced, not just as friends now, but to Suzie's nagging chagrin, as love interests. The three of them had spent many nights by now entwined with each other and although Suzie was not less loved by Victoria, she felt a little bit accessorized, as if she was a complement to the ménage a trois, and not the primary and integral part of it. But she recognized the fleeting flights of fancy that Victoria took with other lovers over the years for what they were: diversions, and simply dealt with them as an outcome of their lifestyle. It was what it was. And Victoria never disrespected her, never left her, and never would.
As they seated themselves in the living room, Suzie poured three glasses of white wine which they now clinked together, saying in unison, "Male to female!" And they laughed at the absurdity of it. It had become by now a project, a continuous full-court press, forced upon Jason, and one that he was ill-equipped to fight against, for the absurd but real reason that it was what aroused him. It was what he wanted, at the very same time that it was destroying him. He was becoming what he considered to be female: a submissive, malleable chunk of visually believable female. It was testament to his beliefs, that females should be this stereotype, and in fact was an insult to females in general. For this reason, these women had no qualms about leading him to his desired results. And all they had to do was open the doors while he walked through, doors shutting behind him with permanent locks. The final room would be pink, have lace trim, a mirrored vanity, and a closet with cute oufits. The door beyond would be...
Victoria shook her head from side to side while swallowing after the toast and then added, "I can't believe I've gotten him to this stage already. He seems so totally engaged in this feminization thing that I've even wondered if he's gay, but I know he's not. He's just released, sexually now, so he doesn't feel guilty about his secret desires any more, not with us anyway. And that release has made him an addict. He couldn't have a normal relationship with any woman now; he'd have to be wearing some form of women's clothing just to get hard."
Jodi thought about that for a few moments, appearing grave. "Clever psychology I suppose," she said, "But now that you've fucked him up or saved him (depending on your point of view), what's your exit strategy? Do you keep him as a tranny or do you just set him free with his addictions?"
Victoria looked contemplative, sipping the wine and staring at the coffee table. "Well, that depends. Financially he's worth a great deal of money to me, so why would I release him? On the other hand, it's the training I like. It's like the treehouse I built when I was a kid (I was a tomboy). We had so much fun building it, and then when we finally finished it after many weeks, we climbed up into it and basically said, "Now what?" We never really played in it again."
Jodi looked interested. "Fascinating analogy. But if he's so addicted as you say, wouldn't it be cruel to just leave him by the side of the road, so to speak? He'd be lost."
Victoria got serious. "Yeah, I wrestle with that a bit. I know I'm a bit of a psycho when it comes to men, but I can be sensitive. There are two options: I can carry on with him forever as is, or I can find a home for him, one where he'd be very happy."
