The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 22:21:53</strong>
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				Helena Collins was an intimidating figure in the management of Mutual Investments. She had arrived a year ago, six months after a cousin of hers had vacated the position in New Accounts that she now held, leading to talk of nepotism and favouritism, although she seemed more capable than the man who left, Henry, ever had. <br><br>Those who remembered Henry noted a passing family resemblance in her blue eyes and slim build, although his hair had been mousy and hers was lustrous jet black. And where he had been quiet and unassuming, she was confident and forthright, and striking for her style as well as her beauty, always wearing elegant power suits and dresses, walking briskly despite the high heels she wore every day. <br><br>Intimidating to some, alluring to others. She was referred to by a number of the junior staff, out of earshot, as Mistress Collins. Not that she ever dated inside the office, although she had many men lining up. She seemed amused by their interest more than anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 22:52:59</strong>
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				Jerry Larlene was new to the big city.&nbsp; He had been spotted as an up and comer at a little firm out in the sticks, head hunted and captured by the big fish of Mutual Investments.&nbsp; That was four months ago.&nbsp; He had now found his feet, his shyness long evaporated and his innocence dissolved in the dog eat dog world of the big city.<br><br>As the days passed, Jerry began to assume the characteristics of many of his contempories.&nbsp; At 24, he was tall, good looking with striking blue eyes, and he pampered himself to an almost ridiculous level, with all sorts of products and creams used in his daily routine.&nbsp; In the past relationships had faltered as past girlfriends couldn't live with his vain habits.&nbsp; The picture of health and vitality Jerry visited the company gym five times a week, keeping his fit body primed and pumped, bringing his love affair with himself full circle.<br><br>Since he had joined the company Miss Collins had taken him under her wing, training and mentoring him, trying to keep him on the right path and easing his transition into the company.&nbsp; Jerry couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt a strange sort of crush for his boss.&nbsp; She was older than him, quite significantly, but he admired how she took care of herself.&nbsp; He liked her almost gothic looking hair, and her eyes seemed to pierce his very soul.&nbsp; This aside her confidence was scarily impressive.&nbsp; She gave you the impression that she would chew you up and spit you out if you didn't walk the line with her.&nbsp; Her nickname, quietly whispered in the corridors of Mutual Investments, seemed rather apt indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:18:01</strong>
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				He could hear her coming from halfway down the corridor, the click of her high heels loud and distinctive. She was wearing a tight black pencil-skirted suit today, with matching sheer stockings and patent heels, and a wine red satin blouse to match her lips. She was carrying a file, held tight in her arm so that it was against her full breast. <br><br>"Jerry," she purred as she stepped into his office, closing the door behind her, putting herself between him and it. "I was going over the quarterly budgets with Accounting... you know what sticklers they can be... And I noticed we seem to be a little bit out..." Her eyes locked onto his, narrowing ever so slightly. "More than a bit really..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:34:59</strong>
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				At the first sound of the steady, staccato clicking of her heels, he knew that she was coming.&nbsp; This elicited within him the first excited flutterings of his heart and butterflies in his belly which always accompanied her impending arrival.&nbsp; Aside from his steadily growing amorous feelings towards his superior, Jerry now always felt a little bit of fear in the presence of any of the management.&nbsp; he had been growing greedier and greedier, and what had started out as an under the radar embezzlement, had now grown to a far more obvious hole in the company's finances.&nbsp; As careful as he had been, his guilt was becoming a bigger and bigger factor, and Jerry was starting to believe that he may have gone too far.<br><br>There she stood in the doorway, her towering presence casting a pall over Jerry's disloyal heart.&nbsp; He stood naturally, not that it made a great deal of difference.&nbsp; She was at least his height in her stockinged feet, and in her power heels she loomed over her protege disconcertingly.&nbsp; As ever the physical reaction followed.&nbsp; She was dressed to impress, and Jerry's base urges came flooding to the surface, leading to an incessant throbbing in his nether regions, one that no level of inward mental chastisement would abate.<br><br>As she stepped in, Jerry felt like a trapped rat with knowhere to go.&nbsp; He listened to her opening salvo, delivered sweetly at first but with an increasingly accusatory tone.&nbsp; As her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously Jerry felt himself shrink inwardly ever further, dread gripping him and shaking him to the core as a cold sweat beaded on his brow.<br><br>"Y-y-es Misst-erm-Miss Collins", he stuttered fearfully, "How much out?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 03:18:26</strong>
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				"<em>Mister?</em>" she echoed, a sour expression crossing her face at his slip of the tongue. "Do I look like a <em>Mister</em> to you?" She stepped closer, leaning over, giving him just the smallest glimpse of black lace almost hidden by the neckline of her blouse. "<em>Well?</em>" she asked, her tone sharp enough to bring his eyes back to hers, which were now flinty with anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 19:57:32</strong>
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				Jerry retreated ever further into his shell as she viciously and systematically cross examined him.&nbsp; This was the first time that he was feeling the business end of her wrath, and having grown used to her kind glances and care, he just did not know how to respond.<br><br>"I... I... I... wasn't g-g-going to say Mister, Miss Collins...&nbsp; I w-was going to say..." he gulped and closed his eyes, feeling like a rabbit in the headlights, "M-Mistress...", Jerry almost whispered wondering if his time working for this wonderful company was about to come to a brutal conclusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 23:47:24</strong>
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				She blinked, opened her mouth to say something, then laughed. "Ohh, you silly boy..." Her laughter tailed off, but she was still smiling, even with her eyes narrowed. "You're not the first to accidentally call me that. But you <em>are</em> the first I've got over a barrel. So the question now is what do I do with you?" She smirked as she looked him up and down. "What would you do to stay out of prison?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 12:42:10</strong>
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				Jerry was reeling like a punch drunk boxer.&nbsp; In the space of around sixty seconds a seriously unpredictable quality had arisen with his once lustrous and lascivious though predictable boss, and now these qualities seemed to have taken on a hard and scary edge.<br><br>He saw a devilish look in her intense eyes that seemed to drain all the power from his nervously tense body, her words dripping from her tongue like chilling icicles, freezing his senses and awareness.<br><br>In this short space of time he had gone from Golden Boy to little lost boy as he felt helpless and wrapped in her power and presence.&nbsp; As she pondered what to do with him, he realised he was over a barrel, and the use of the word prison broke whatever resistance that remained within him.<br><br>"Anything...&nbsp; I would do anything, Miss Collins...", he murmured, sheepishly looking to the floor, unable to meet her steely gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 02:39:35</strong>
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				"Oh, that's a very good answer, Jerry. Although a very dangerous one. Because it means I can do anything to you... and you'd be surprised some of the things that are possible these days."<br><br>She smiled devilishly, a flash of perfect white teeth between her luscious burgundy lips. She closed the file, pressing it to her shapely chest, crossing her arms over it.<br><br>"Come with me. We're going to put your skills to better use." She turned on a heel, opening the door and holding it for him, like a gentleman might for a lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 22:17:33</strong>
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				Jerry smiled sheepishly and shyly, srangely proud of himself to have pleased her.&nbsp; A nervous thrill ran through his body, leaving him tingling all over as she teased him, harvesting her subordinate with her hungry eyes, leaving him wrapped in her spell binding power.<br><br>Jerry went weak at the knees at the flash of her devilish smile, almost feeling the power and any remaining will to resist her draining his shaking body.&nbsp; Jerry held his hands behind his back in a subconsciously submissive pose, his gaze now settled firmly downwards avoiding her own but giving him the pleasing sight of her prettily painted toes.<br><br>Jerry gasped as she whirled into action, feeling the full impact of the role reversal as she held the door for him.&nbsp; "Yes Mistress Collins..." he sighed softly, heeding her directions and walking through the dorr ahead of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 21:35:17</strong>
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				"You only get to call me Mistress later." She smirked and arched an eyebrow as she murmured this in his ear, before striding out of the office, not looking back to see if he was following as she strutted through the deserted corridor to the elevator, the click-clack of her high heels echoing off the office walls. <br><br>Instead of a floor up, where her office was, she pressed Basement. <br><br>"Don't worry, this won't be <em>too</em> painful." She half smiled wickedly as the doors opened on an empty lift and she gestured for him to step in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 16:55:43</strong>
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				Jerry looked again to the floor, suitably admonished for his indiscretion.&nbsp; She was enjoying this so much, he realised.&nbsp; She was completely at home having a man under her power and control, and this completely un nerved him.&nbsp; Chills ran down his spine as he felt her breath on his check as she murmured into his ear, much as a lovely would teasingly do.&nbsp; <br><br>Instantly his cock jerked into life, hardening as she had him right where she wanted him.<br><br>Slightly uncomfortably as things became complicated down below Jerry followed her, entranced by the staccato and percussive clacking of her insistent heels, and the wiggle of her full hips and pert buttocks.<br><br>Jerry was surprised once more by her choice of destination, but something felt suitably apt about being dragged down to the basement for debasement at her hands.&nbsp; His mind raced in wonderment at what she had planned, her words instilling a soft dread in him, and her smile confirming it.&nbsp; Jerry closed his eyes and stepped in as she directed him, feeling entirely under her spell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 02:15:01</strong>
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				The door opened with a ping, onto the undecorated, rather sterile blue corridors of the building's basement, home to the generator room and the strongboxes and safes. Sashaying like a runway model, heels tapping on bare concrete, she passed each of these rooms, until she reached one of the storage rooms, raising a hand to tap in a code and giving Jerry a nod that indicated 'turn away'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 02:21:27</strong>
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				Jerry wasn't normally a nervy fellow, but the sudden ping announcing the opening of the door made him jump like a startled rabbit.&nbsp; The throbbing hum of the generators instilled a further sense of panic through his limbs as he followed her obediently.&nbsp; Every doubt he harboured before joining this company now seemed to be coming alive and dancing before his eyes in an instant.<br><br>As she approached the keypad, he understood her intentions and turned so that he would not see the secret code that she entered, shivering helplessly as she tapped it in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 02:37:39</strong>
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				As he turned, he heard her tap at the keys, a door slide open, then closed again. Then she strutted past, closing her handbag, suggesting that she has put something inside it. "Now then, car park... you don't mind if I drive, do you?" It sounded like a rhetorical question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 02:47:02</strong>
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				He stood there feeling more lost and bewildered by the second.&nbsp; The mysteries just kept piling up, and the addition to the contents of her handbag was just adding to his confusion.<br><br>Jerry shook his head to demonstrate his acquiesence to her rhetorical question, but he quickly saw that it was a gesture she neither heeded nor cared for.&nbsp; They were operating to her timetable and her agenda now, and nothing he could say or do was going to change his current predicament, this he knew all to well as he followed her to her car, essentially being abducted and led from one life to another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 02:11:43</strong>
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				"Good, good," she said idly as she tapped her way to the underground carpark, to her reserved place and her waiting red Maserati. She unlocked the doors, going aroudn to the pasenger side and holding the door for Jerry to make sure he got in... presumably to ensure he did so, but also like a man might for a lady. <br><br>She slid into the driver's seat with wel-practised elegance, feet together swung into the footwell, and turned to looksidelong at him as she started the engine. "Oh, I've always wondered... is your hair colour real?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 19:28:15</strong>
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				Jerry just couldn't believe how this had happened.&nbsp; She had caught him red handed, stealing from the company, and instead of handing him in to the authorities she had caught him in her mysterious web, and all the while she had maintained a measure of coolness and calm, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about this at all.&nbsp; Scarily, this scenario came all too comfortable to her, as if it had been planned for a long, long time.<br><br>Jerry's eyes widened as he saw her car.&nbsp; <em>So the rumours of her wealth were not exaggerated</em>, he thought with an impressed smile.&nbsp; Jerry felt the role reversal keenly, his pride screaming revulsion as she haughtily held the door for him, revelling in his humiliation with her lascivious smile.&nbsp; As she strode around the car to the drivers side Jerry sighed, a beaten and defeated sigh.&nbsp; A nervous but excited chill ran through his spine as her door slammed closed, cocooning them in her carriage.&nbsp; Again his eyes were trained on her feet as they adroitly and sexily swung in, enjoying the sight of them as well as avoiding her mocking and confident eyes.&nbsp; Finally meeting her gaze Jerry answered, confusedly, "Yes... Yes Miss Collins... very real...".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 06:02:59</strong>
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				"Hmm... Best to make sure, as I know you like to look after yourself. Like to look your best... Would you say you like the attention?" she asked with a thin smile. She started to pull out of her parking space as she paused to let him answer, the engine purring quietly. "Now then, we're heading back to my place. We have some things to talk about, and some things to do. I considered bringing a blindfold, but you'll cooperate, won't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 00:14:31</strong>
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				Jerry blushed as she teased him about his Metrosexual habits.&nbsp; He did like to look after himself, to pamper himself and make the best of his advantages every once in a while.&nbsp; Ok, all the time.<br><br>"Yes Miss Collins, I will..." he murmured as she revved the engine, his seat vibrating in response to the car's power.&nbsp; He gulped at her suggestion of the blindfold, feeling fear tingle through his body, as his mind raced, pondering about what she wanted to talk about and more urgently, what she had planned to do to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 21:06:42</strong>
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				His blushing seemed to make her smile a little more, apparently savouring his embarrassment. <br><br>She smirked again as he meekly agreed to be good.<br><br>They drive through the night, out of the City proper towards one of the more expensive residential areas nearby. She looked ahead, perhaps glancing sidelong at him from time to time, saying nothing, apaprently listening to the news on the radio.<br><br>Then as they paused at a red light, she turmed and looked at him, that smile still playing on her perfect lips. "So, are you frightened yet?" she asked, in a casual, chatty tone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 00:12:34</strong>
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				Jerry rarely if ever left the big city if he could help it.&nbsp; He had a distrust of people that liked to have space around them and avoided the company of the massed throng.&nbsp; His mind raced as the buildings around became smaller and more evenly spaced as they rushed past them, to an appointment with his boss within which he did not have the first idea of what to expect.<br><br>He could feel her piercing eyes boring into him from time to time, evaluating and assessing his responses to his predicament, to her capture of him.<br><br>And that was what this had amounted to.&nbsp; A capture.&nbsp; He was caught like a fly in her web, and she was teasing and stalking him, hovering over him and waiting to strike.&nbsp; As afraid as he was, he thought it best not to show her his fear, answering her, tremulously "No-n-no M-Miss Collins... I am not..." as his mouth went dry and his voice whisped softly in response to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 01:36:45</strong>
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				She laughed, not a giggle but a strong, long laugh. "Oh, but you have a <em>terrible</em> poker face. That's fine, considering what you did, you could get five years or so. And if you stay with me you'll be free... after a fashion. But it will take loyalty, sacrifice... It will be a real life lesson..."<br><br>The light turned green and she sped forwards again, past the expensive flats and exclusive shops, until she finally reached a particular block, formerly a Georgian townhouse. Now each of the three storeys was a flat in itself... probably costing half a million each.<br><br>Off-road parking in the lower level of a connecting building was part of the price, as she showed by turning in, tapping out a security code, and driving down to a waiting space. Parking, she got out, feet together as she swung them out and easily pushed herself up to stand and walk around to fetch him. Hefting her handbag, she lead the way into a well-appointed lobby, pressed the lift button for the penthouse and stepped in, waiting for him to join her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 17:21:38</strong>
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				Chills ran up and down Jerry's spine as she cackled mirthlessly at him.&nbsp; On top of being captured and abducted, he was now being mocked into the bargain.&nbsp; He stared listlessly out of the window, feeling a little dejected as his powerlessness overwhelmed him.&nbsp; Then there was the threat of a jail term again.&nbsp; If he wasn't already aware of the futility and impotence of his position, she was happy to remind him of the alternative, and surely whatever she had planned for him was the better option then five years of playing bitch to every bull queer in the joint.&nbsp; <em>Loyalty... Sacrifice... real life lesson...</em>he didn't know what Miss Collins had planned for him but he was becoming increasingly intrigued with every passing moment.<br><br>Betraying his prevalent nervosity, Jerry brought a shaky hand up and ran it through his hair, a gesture intended to convey assurance, but one which displayed anything but.&nbsp; He cast glances every which way as they pulled up to her block, and Jerry found himself very impressed at the size and grandeur of the quite beautiful residence.&nbsp; As they pulled to a halt in the car park Jerry once again found himself spell bound with her grace of movement, his stare captured by the sight of her feet swinging out of the foot well.&nbsp; <br><br>Jerry once again felt the humiation of the role reversal as, much like a gentleman, she held the door for her "date" to alight from her vehicle.&nbsp; Following sheepishly behind, his nerves spiking as the clip clop of her heels clacked and echoed through the car park, Jerry followed her into the lift that was to convey him to his destiny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 05:58:09</strong>
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				The lift rose quickly, the door slid open onto a small hallway with stairs and a single polished wooden door, which Miss Collins opened with a key, holding it for Jerry to follow. <br><br>Inside the flat was spacious, with plain warm brown walls decorated with cityscapes between well-stocked bookshelves. Miss Collins draped her coat onto a rack covered with coats and jackets, and walked into the living room, gesturing for him to take a seat on a large, soft couch.<br><br>"Now, if you're very good, we'll be done with educating you within a year... if you like."<br><br>She set down her bag and opened it, bringing out what she had taken from the safe. A small phial of a pinkish pearlescent liquid. <br><br>"Drink. And then take off all your clothes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 00:04:44</strong>
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				As the lift shot upwards, Jerry could feel his legs turning to Jelly as the blood pounded in his ears.&nbsp; Unsure what else to do his eyes settled on his Bosses wonderful figure, taking in her sleek and slender lines which belied her bountiful breasts.<br><br>His eyes were wide as he entered behind her, meekly accepting his fate.&nbsp; He followed her direction, feeling her net closing around him, as he was now esconced in her lair.&nbsp; Sitting nervously Jerry gulped, but his mouth was dry.&nbsp; He could barely bring himself to answer such was the level of his dumbstruck awe, but his mind shrieked at the thought of being under her power and influence for a year.<br><br>He watched, entranced as she slid the phial out of her bag.&nbsp; Unthinkingly he took it from her, eager to slake his thirst, and drank it down in three mouthfuls.&nbsp; It tasted sweet, and within seconds he felt an intoxication, and a severe lowering of his inhibitions.<br><br>As his head swam, and her voice seemed to come to him as if from another world, he pulled off his tie slowly, his now heavy muscles unable to move with anything approaching speed and dexterity.&nbsp; Sluggishly he pulled his still buttoned shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso.&nbsp; Then standing on shaky legs he pulled off his belt, and pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down together, stepping out of them and his socks, leaving himself naked as the day he was born.&nbsp; The one part of his humiliation that he was quite unaware of as yet, was that his cock was standing rock hard before him, like a silent and naked sentry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 01:49:49</strong>
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				And then he felt it starting to come, dribbling more and more. It felt like the mscles inside were flexing, without needing to be touched by anything except the air. <br><br>"You'll want to sit down again," she advised. "This can be quite tiring."<br><br>He coud feel the sweet liquid running down his insides, could almost feel it spreading through his body. Then his throat tightened uncomfortably, then his chest, then his gut... <br><br>He came harder, as if he had not for weeks, as his penis started to lower and pull in... and he felt his testes tighten and draw up and in as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 00:04:07</strong>
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				<em>MMMMMMMMM...</em> he moaned dreamily, enjoying the warm pulsing sensation, feeling as if he were being slowly pulled off by the most talented hooker in the world.&nbsp; He felt scared, unable to understand the magic that was being performed on him, his eyes rolling as his seed dribbled from his withdrawing member, experiencing the longest and greatest orgasm of his life.&nbsp; <em>OOooohhhhh M-M-Misssss Collinsssss... what have you done to me...?</em> he almost whispered as he felt the liquid enveloping his body.<br><br>Falling into the chair his body shuddered and shook and his orgasm continued to rip through him.&nbsp; He could feel his cock pulling inside his body, but the sensation only intensified the orgasm.&nbsp; As the feeling subsided, and he was left with only a warm and pleasant afterglow, he felt down below, eager to clean himself up, only to find that his proud manhood was nowhere to be found.<br><br>Jerry's eyes bulged as he felt a choking sensation grip his throat, but all he could offer up was a soundless scream as he lay there weak and breathless, all of his energy sapped by the intense orgasm that had ravaged his beaten body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 02:06:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well spotted," Helena chuckled as he gazed at the moist, pink vertical slit where his manhood had once been, now swallowed up by the gap he could feel growing between his hips as they shifted inside him, pulling further apart.<br><br>"Don't worry, there'll be other cocks between your legs before too long." She grinned as she stepped back to watch him change, as his bones popped and clicked, many shrinking and a few stretching, as his muscles tightened and thinned... <br><br>His skin pulled taut over new shapes, smooth and sensitive and hairless except the scalp and thin brows and pubic down. <br><br>Indeed, the hair on his scalp was growing, flowing out of itching follicles, in soft waves of gold.<br><br>"Ah, I see you like blondes... Hmm, I was going to call you Cherry, but that would suit a redhead better, wouldn't it?" She tappd her chin with a long-nailed finger, even as his nails pushed out an inch longer each. <br><br>"Nearly done already... It always amazes me how quickly it works. And how pretty the results are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 14:03:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jerry, if he could still be named as such, lay there panting, shock pulsing through his body.&nbsp; Sparks and flashes were going off before his eyes as he felt the very structure of his body shifting and moving.&nbsp; As uncomfortable and confusing as the feeling was, he felt no pain.&nbsp; Adversely a low throb of pleasure was the only sensation apparent to him.&nbsp; While his senses slowly gathered themselves, yet dull under the influence of the drug, his hands searched over his body, as touch seemed the most reliable one left available to him.<br><br>His hand dwelled between his legs, investigating the slit that now took the place of his proud cock.&nbsp; After enjoying the sensation of slipping his fingers in and out of his newly grown ladylips, playing with the moisture therein, he ran his fingers up over his soft, flat hairless and smooth stomach to his chest.&nbsp; Instead of his rock hard pecks, there now proudly stood two pert, firm, nicely sized mounds, with strong erect nipples.&nbsp; As his long lustrous blonde hair flowed slowly downwards he could also feel his lips swelling ever so slightly, filling out into a sexy pout.<br><br>An ironic humour crossed Jerry's mind, intoxicated as he was, as he considered the name cherry.&nbsp; He thought it quite apt, as for the first time in his life he was completely fucked.&nbsp; He lay there writhing and panting, awestruck with fear as to what would come next.&nbsp; He felt much weaker than he was before, firm muscle replaced by slim limbs and soft flesh.<br><br>He murmured, in a voice muchsofter and slightly higher pitched than before, "What have you done to me Helena?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 03:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'd have thought it was obvious... oh, what a pretty voice you have, we'll have to have you answering phones... but anyway, take a look and see for yourself." She took his hands - his were now small as hers, dainty and seemingly manicured - and pulled him up to stand, shorter now than her although the shoes on her feet might account for that. His centre of gravity had shifted, he felt the tug of his new breasts and the weight around his shapely bottom, as well as his soft blonde curls falling about his face, brushing his full lips.<br><br>She had no trouble pulling him towards the bedroom, moving him in front of the full-length dressing mirror.<br><br>And looking back was a girl his age, maybe a year or two younger, with long blonde hair surrounding a rounded face with a button nose, pouty lips and doe eyes. Her hair reached down in front to tickle the front of her breasts, then below that he could see her trim figure, thin waist, the curve of her hips and shapely legs.<br><br>"You've turned out very well... Jenny."<br><br>He was now the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 00:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed as she teased him, her creation, making the impact of his fall from grace ever harder.&nbsp; He gasped as she pulled him from his seated position so easily, as if he were but a doll created for her amusement.&nbsp; Which of course, was exactly what he was.<br><br>He tripped embarrassingly behind her as she manhandled him towards her boudoir, his head swimming , quite unable to compute what was happening to him.&nbsp; This must be a dream... or a nightmare... surely?&nbsp; His balance out, unable to shift his weight as his new contours befuddled him, he finally settled before the mirror, forced to appraise his new form.<br><br>His eyes bulged out of their sockets, his mind near hysteria.&nbsp; Chills ran up and down his spine as his muddied brain swam, drifted and threatened to go insane.&nbsp; Gone was his handsome friend that has accompanied him through all his years, and there instead was the object of all his desires, presented to him in the worst way possible.<br><br>"No.... n-n-nooooo", she wined as panic now engulfed her.&nbsp; On wobbly, shaky and nervous legs, the newly christened Jenny back away from the mirror, and tried to run for the door, tripping and stumbling comically as she went.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 03:08:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt strong hands around her waist, shifting her fall around to drop on a couch. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it before too long. Soon enough that you'll be able to run away... if you don't mind not having an identity, or clothes... or any chance of reversing the effect."<br><br>Helena smirked, shifting her feet as she straightened up. And for the first time Jenny noticed a slight bump in the front of her tight skirt.<br><br>"But you don't want that, do you Jennifer? You want to make proper restitution... to work off your debt to the department... and be a free <em>man</em> one day. Don't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 23:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny felt once more like nothing more than her Mistresses playtoy as she was easily subdued into a prone and prostrate position, in a splayed heap on the couch.&nbsp; She panted as her mind raced.&nbsp; Helena was right.&nbsp; What would she be able to do even if she had escaped?&nbsp; If she tried to explain her story to anybody else she would be locked in a nuthouse immediately.&nbsp; She still couldn't bring herself to answer her tormentress, such was the level of her shock.<br><br>Then, in an instant, something caught her attention that brought her straight to her senses.&nbsp; <em>That</em> bulge.&nbsp; As a man Jerry had been as heterosexual as they came.&nbsp; True, he liked to take care of himself much more than the average guy, but he had never had any confusion as to his sexual leanings.&nbsp; But now, in this moment and in his current form, it appeared the potion was having other altering affects on him.&nbsp; The sight of the stretched fabric of her skirt, and knowing what was causing it, made Jenny weak at the knees, and caused a warm glow to emanate from the area where his cock once hung.<br><br>"No, Miss Collins, I wouldn't want that at all... I dearly want to make things right with you..." she murmured in a trance-like fashion, with a sultry and slutty voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 00:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good girl," Helena murmured, reaching behind herself to undo the zip at the back of her tight pencil skirt, swinging her hips to loosen it before finally sliding it off, revealing snug black silk knickers trimmed with lace, matching suspenders... and now that it was free of the tight skirt, a hardening erection. <br><br>She smirked as she saw Jenny's response. <br><br>"You see, I took the formula myself... I always wanted to be a woman, but I had... straying fantasies of what we call shemales, and gladly became one." <br><br>One by one, she unfastened her suspenders, slid down her undies, then clipped them back into place.<br><br>"I may adjust this detail if I ever meet a man who deserves me... but for now, turning a boy into a girl like you always gets me going." <br><br>She stepped out of her knickers, high heels tapping as she walked over to Jenny, her erection swinging free. <br><br>"And you too, yes? As a boy you wanted me... and as a girl... you want cock."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 12:11:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny's mouth watered as her well endowed Mistress slowly slid her skirt off, revealing a pair of beautifully tapered, and strong legs.&nbsp; Going weak at the knees at this beautiful sight, Jenny dropped to them, unable to control herself as she licked her lips hungrily at the sight of the bulge stretching those sexy silken panties.&nbsp; All sorts of images swelled up in her racing mind... Silken panties stuffed in her slutty mouth whilst trussed up like a turkey and having her pussy destroyed by her Mistresses cock... struggling for breath as it fills her mouth and her eyes bulge...<br><br>Jenny stared hazily into the middle distance, one hand moulding and massaging her ample and pert bust, the other slipping two fingers in and out of her dripping wet slit as she licked her lips...<br><br>Suddenly ceasing her self-ministrations she crawled towards Miss Collins, eager to please he Mistress.&nbsp; <em>"Please Mistress... Please let me touch you... let me kiss you..."</em> she murmured plaintively, losing all abandon as she gave herself entirely to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 14:11:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm... you girls are always such fun..." Helena beckoned Jenny closer, watching her approach. "On the bed, there we are... You want me inside you, don't you girl? Say it..." She loomed over Jenny, erection high and hard, clearly wanting the new girl to lie back and take it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 00:28:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At her Mistresses behest, Jenny crawled obediently up onto the bed, her firm ass wiggling as she went.&nbsp; Powerless to disobey, she turned and lay on her back, staring into Miss Collins deep and hypnotic eyes.<br><br>She realised that Helena wasn't messing around, but was looking to give her a rough and fast introduction to life as her Mistress' fucktoy.&nbsp; She gasped as the large cock towered over her, threatening her as she spread her legs submissively, waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 22:03:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's one way of saying it," Helena smirked as she stepped closer, leaning in, and Jenny felt her slip inside, felt the hard cock against her moist inner walls. "A woman for two minutes and fucked already... tells me what kind of girl you are..." She spoke between breaths as she started to slide in and out, teasing the new girl towards orgasm...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 23:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>oooooooohhhhhhhh....</em> Jenny mewled, her eyes rolling upwards in their sockets as pleasure throbbed in her loins.&nbsp; She licked her lips as she lost her virginity, just like her Mistress said, fucked within minutes of becoming a woman.<br><br>The feeling of her pussy being filled, and stretched, was unlike anything she had experienced ever before.&nbsp; <em>MMMmmmmmmnnnnNNhhhhh....</em> she sighed in uncontrolled excitement, her whole body shaking and bouncing as she was mercilessly pounded by Helena's insistent and large cock.&nbsp; She pressed her lips against her mistresses strong arms, her hands reaching up to brace herself against the assault, already the feeling of intense excitement reaching fever pitch as a powerful orgasm ripped through her like a steam train.<br><br><em>Oh-Oh-Oh-Ohmmmmmmmm-OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH</em> she wailed like the horny and ravaged slut that she was, as she was expertly brought off by the sweet ministrations of her energetic and skilled attacker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 02:07:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another thrust and another flash and wave of pleasure, another, another... Then she felt a wet warmth inside her, running thick against her inner walls. Helena's thrusts slowed, her breathing steadied, and after a lingering moment she slid out, her still half erect penis sticky with come at the tip.<br><br>"There now... That wasn't so bad, was it, princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 21:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a few moments Jenny lay there breathless, unable to answer Helena.&nbsp; She had just received her first ever fucking, and it had felt soooo good.&nbsp; Feeling that she should repay Helena in some way, dropped to her knees, taking her Mistresses sticky and half erect member in her hand and tugging on it gently.<br><br>"That wasn't bad at all Mistress... but I wonder what you... taste like...", she murmured, her former male aversion to all things phallus shaped that weren't her own truly a thing of the past now.<br><br>"You look like you could use a little clean...", she whispered, linking her lips, her eyes fixated upon the reawakening rod.&nbsp; Without waiting for permission she gave it a long lick, starting by circling Helena's testicles, before hungrily tasting upwards, licking her own cum off of the insistent cock.&nbsp; She had meant to start slow, but all she wanted to feel was Helena stetching and filling her mouth, and in no time her head was bobbing up and down, taking the full length right down to the back of her throat as quickly and often as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 02:49:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My my... I didn't even have to ask..." Helena smirked as she stiffened in Jenny's eager mouth, stroking the former boy's blonde hair, keeping her head good and close as she applied several experiences on the receiving end to giving head. "That's it, swallow, you little cocksucker... nnngh... If I'd known you'd turn this fast I'd have changed you months ago... mmm, that's good... you're a natural... you little slut... mmm..."<br><br>Then Jenny tasted a surge of sticky salt-sweet warmth. Helena groaned and her cock twitched, letting out another spurt, before she withdrew it.<br><br>"I'd say your transformation was a success, wouldn't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 01:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny's eyes bulged as once again her Mistress took control of her.&nbsp; She had thought that she would be allowed to find her way as she started sucking so sweetly, but she hadn't reckoned on the humiliating face fucking she took as her abused mouth was stretched every which way.<br><br>"MMMPPPPPHHHHH NNNNGGGGHHHH GGGGAAAAAKKKKK", she moaned and slobbered as Helena roughly held the back of her head in place whilst pounding the back of her slutty throat, sending her thick load directly down her slaves gullet.&nbsp; Jenny's eyes looked pleadingly up from just adjacent to Helena's navel, as it squished her nose, the full length buried in her mouth.<br><br>When Helena finally released her she collaped in a heap, cum dribbling from her mouth and nose&nbsp; as she tried desperately to compose herself.<br><br>She nodded up at her owner, unable to argue, but truly fearing the depravity she was about to go through, if this fast and rough start was anything to go by.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 03:34:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good," Helena said with a sweet little smile even as she reached to daintily pull a peach paper tissue from a box to wipe the last of the cum and saliva from her penis, which was already retreating and descending to the point where it could easily be hidden and kept in place by a good pair of knickers.<br><br>"Now, how does my newest little miss feel about a night on the town? Maybe some drinks, definitely some dancing? Sound like fun?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 00:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny stared adoringly up at her Mistress.&nbsp; She enjoyed the satisfied smile that played on her lips, glad to have been the cause of it and eager to be so again.&nbsp; <br><br>Reachng for the tissue herself, absent mindedly cleaning her dripping face and sex, Jenny nodded compliantly, murmuring, "That sounds wonderful Mistress... now what would you like me to wear...?".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-11-2011, 23:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, before you were a girl, what did you like to see girls wearing?&nbsp; That's the kind of girl you are... Looking at you, I bet you liked to see us make an effort, get all dolled up... skirts and dresses, lots of leg, stiletto heels... that's what you want, isnt it princess?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 00:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jenny recoiled slightly at the use of the word Princess, the cloying feeling of possession settle over her.&nbsp; She nodded silently, feeling hot under the collar at the very thought of being forced to dress in such a manner, and a little apprehensive at how she was going to be able to walk in stilettos.&nbsp; This could end up being a clumsily humiliating evening in more ways than one.<br><br>"That is what I used to like Mistress... along with heavy make up and suspenders I suppose..." she murmured fixatedly with a soft smile playing on her slutty lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Trap (subilicious69 and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I knew you would, I'm glad you could be honest with me... and I know you'll enjoy both of those. Now, have a quick shower while I pick something out for you, there's a good girl." Helena waved towards the bathroom, well-appointed and well stocked with soaps, lotions, perfumes and even bubble bath as well as thick, soft pastel pink towels. "Be sure to pad dry, don't rub like men do, take care of that soft skin."
			</dd>
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