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Diane wearily extracted her white stockinged leg from her car, dropping
one of her conservative, plain cream pumps on the garage floor, and paused
to stare at her fallen shoe which lay rocking on the black tarmac.
Her layoff had finally happened today and she had just driven home on
habit alone. Once the familiar commuting ritual was over, reality began
to sink in and she felt too drained get out of her car. At last, she
resolved to climb out, extending herself to her slim, athletic 5'5".
Dianne had felt good this morning so she had worn her favorite cream
crepe business suit with its matching knee length skirt, and had accented
it with an emerald green silk blouse which complimented her green eyes.
With a sigh of determination she freed her long, strawberry-blonde hair
from its hairdini bun. Having made herself feel slightly better, she
lifted her head and swiftly walked to her apartment.

She saw the shoebox-sized present sitting on her doorstep and was
instantly both delighted and puzzled because she hadn't ordered anything.
The box was black and shiny, and was tied with a wide, white satin ribbon
which came together in a large, crisp bow on top. She picked the box up,
and read the attached, plain white tag, which had no other markings other
than

"For My Diana",

in curly, black script. The contents, were light, and shifted around
softly when she shook the box.

After a few seconds contemplating who might have sent it or even why,
she decided she'd had enough of this mystery and a long, hot shower
sounded like her best bet. She dug for her keys inside her black
patent purse, and went inside. She tossed the mystery box onto her bed,
carefully took off and hung up her work clothes, and, slowly and
determinedly, rinsed the day's miseries away.

Dianne emerged from the shower naked with her head bent forwards, walking
while she towelled her hair which hung in wet strings in front of her.
She whipped it behind her where it streamed past her smooth, graceful
shoulders. As she dabbed her towel over the droplets of water her hair
had sprinkled over her body, she brushed it against her sex by chance,
and she instinctively began touching herself. Blushing with embarrassment,
she stopped her hand after a few rubs.

She decided to get to the first order of business which was that
mystery package sitting on her bed. She tossed the enigmatic card
aside, and the crisp, perfect bow came undone easily. Then she flipped
open the shiny box lid, and contemplated the jumble inside.

Dianne removed a black, shiny, jelly-like thing from the crumpled
packing papers and stared at it in her hands. It was made of a black,
rubbery, mirror-like plastic cloth, whose surface effortlessly slid over
itself as her hands played with it. It flopped around making squishy noises
as she poured the sensous material from one hand to the other. She
eventually discovered that it was a pair of panties but with a startling
difference, as if the strange material weren't enough! There were two
large, intricately patterned dildoes on the inside which corresponded to
where her pussy and ass would be. She recoiled in disgust and dropped
the thing at that revelation, but her unfulfilled lust kept her fixated
on its rudeness.

Her eyes came back to the pleasure panties (as she now dubbed them).
She slowly snaked a hand out to them and gingerly picked them up. Her
hands stroked and fondled the panties' obscene, fleshy smoothness. Her
mind was already made up, but she held still as she gathered the courage
to put them on.

Dianne stood up off her bed and put her legs through the panties one
at a time. She nervously shivered as she felt the panties' cool slickness
on her skin and the panties' two fleshy members bobbing between her legs
as she pulled them upwards. Her face flushed with anticipation. She
climbed on her bed, spread her knees and guided the larger front dildo
towards her pussy with her hands. Its smooth, shiny slickness and her own
lubrication swiftly glided the squishy member inside her. As she gently
pushed the dildo in, she felt a pleasant fullness creep up her through her
moist hole, which kept filling her deeper and deeper until she thought
she would burst. Just when she felt she couldn't take any more, her outer
lips felt the cool, slick touch of the panties attached to the dildo's base.
As she relaxed and got used to feeling the firm squishiness filling her sex,
she thought, "Comfortable, a custom fit..." She pulled the panties'
waistband over her hips and felt the rubbery material coldly oozing as it
settled over her warm hips. She leaned forward, squeezing the intrusion
with her cunt muscles, and it surprisingly responded with a pleasant throb.

She gasped at this surprise, and as she sat back onto her heels,
she felt something behind her, and realized that it was the rear dildo
sticking out of a leg hole. Dianne had never been penetrated anally,
and briefly wondered if she could just leave it there for now, but having
been _very_ pleased with the results from the front end, she quickly slipped
a hand down the panties, grasped the misdirected butt plug and pointed its
tip to her rear hole and bent her body forwards, resting on her other hand.
She thought briefly about lubricating it, but her excitement, plus her faith
in the dildo's slick plastic overrode her fears. Sure enough, as soon as
she relaxed, the force of the stretchy, shiny, black panties was all that
was needed to push the tip of the slippery dildo into her rear. She felt
its smooth ripples stretch her anus as it glided in under its own power,
filling her with new, exotic sensations (and guilt!). Her finger pushed
the anal intruder in to its furthest, and like its counterpart quivering
in her pussy, gave an unexpected, but equally pleasing throb.

Dianne gave a delicate sigh of delight as her front and rear began
pulsing with increasing pleasure and sensation. She toppled over onto
her back and put her knees together to raise the pressure on her deliciously
pounding pussy and ass. Squirming uncontrollably in ecstasy, she fondled
her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples. Her hands wandered over her body,
caressing it softly, and occasionally sliding down and feeling the
smoothness of her pleasure panties, but they quickly moved on, as there
was no more pleasure her fingers could add to her uncontrollable, pulsing
crotch.

The pleasure teased her, ever-so-slowly building, but just fast enough
to keep her helplessly squirming and moaning in anticipation. Then, just
before she would come, it would back off just enough to keep her grunting
with frustration, and start the cycle over again.

Dianne lost track of time as she entered a trance of a path meandering
slowly, but inevitably towards ecstasy. Her bedsheets and pillows became
soaked in her sweat, and she felt her bedroom's air warm and thick with
her moisture which fogged her windows and mirror, but by that point she
wasn't capable of caring about anything outside of her pleasure. She
saw, but didn't care about the sunset dimming into twilight through her
fogged window.

Suddenly, she she began thrusting her hips forth and back, faster and
faster as if at some phantom lover. Little by little, her head began
flopping forwards and back, hitting the mattress, and bouncing forward
with more strength. She looked down and saw how her hips were now encased
in perfect, black, shininess. She saw how her pussy was now a narrow,
shallow depression in a perfect smoothness, and it hit her.

Diana gave a tiny squeal of release from her feminine throat as
she overloaded with pleasure. Her hips bucking wildly as she thrashed
and rolled, rubbing sensation from her soft pillows and comforter. Her
long blonde tresses flew wildly, whipping her chest, shoulders, and back.

With one final pleasure-grunt, Dianne flopped into her now-messy bed,
and while barely feeling the streams of sweat as they rolled down her face.
She lay still, breathing heavily and savoring her pussy's contractions as
it milked the rubbery dildo for its imaginary semen.

Dianne grunted in surprise as a wave of pleasure swelled in her crotch.
Her mind became purely animal as she rolled around and caressed herself
amidst her sweat and drool soaked bedsheets until she came again.

Again, and again, she was brought to orgasm, each time her mind became
more numbed. The orgasms kept on coming until she was so tired that her
body barely moved and her mind had long since gone under. Finally, she
passed out into bliss from utter exhaustion, and just slept there naked
(except for the panties, of course) and with her legs splayed wide open.

She woke up with a start. It was dark outside. She looked at her
clock radio and was dismayed to read 3:09AM. Her throat was parched.
Dianne got up and stumbled to the kitchen where she gulped down two cool
glasses of water. Then she noticed that she still had the pleasure panties
on! "Wow, this thing is _really_ comfortable", she exclaimed quietly to
herself, while stroking her black, shiny hips, and noting how smoothly
the pleasure panties' edges merged with her skin. She suddenly felt the
urge to pee. She walked to her bathroom fumbling with the pleasure panties'
waistband, and was all prepared to sit down on the toilet, when she realized
that she couldn't get her fingers between herself and the "pleasure" panties!
Its edges were joined seamlessly with her waist all around! She tried the
leg holes without any success. The damn panties had glued themselves to her!
She felt her rear. The smooth surface had shaped itself perfectly to the
"peach" of her butt! She felt the two globes of her ass obscenely sliding
against each other as she tried to rub the black shininess off her waist
in vain. She gave up and then she suddenly realized that she still had
to pee! She didn't want to mess her floor, so she climbed, sobbing,
into her shower where she had taken a normal shower just hours ago.
She squatted, let her bladder go, and was surprised to see a golden
stream come out from where it would normally exit, except, of course,
it came through a hole somewhere in the damned panties! After she was
done relieving herself, she felt the area, and there was indeed, a small
hole where her "piss hole" (for lack of a better word) should have
been. She explored her backside, and found a button sized plastic
doughnut where her "arse hole" (again, for lack of a gentler word)
used to be.

She cussed at the panties and herself for being so stupid having put
them on in the first place. Dianne, spent by her rage, sank down onto
the toilet seat and stared into her black shiny crotch.

Dianne suddenly noticed that she was, once again becoming aroused
sexually. She cried "NOO!", as the unremovable front and rear dildoes
worked their magic on her sex. After a few minutes, she was playing
with her breasts. In her erotic trance, she noticed that if she moved
in a certain direction, the stimulation got stronger. She was lead out
of the bathroom, out of her bedroom, and crawled drunkenly towards
the front door. There she was stopped by her dread, while her crotch
promised her further delights if she went outside. Fear sank like a
stone in her gut while her desire mounted with each passing moment.
She began caressing the door, feeling its hard, white surface while
attempting to avert her eyes from the door handle. She rubbed her body
against the door, moaning at every cold, hard touch. Then her eyes
wandered onto the door knob and she drooled. A hand snaked out, stroking
its round bronze hardness. She stuck out her tongue to taste its metal.
Knowing she was beaten, she yielded to her desire, she turned the knob and
opened the door from her knees.

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Outside was another present, shiny, and black with a wide white ribbon,
just like the first, but this box was about three feet tall and just as
wide. Dianne had given up all resistance in despair and let her crotch
tell her that this new box was her new sex object. She hastily dragged
the box (which was much heavier than the first one) inside, quickly closing
and locking the door. She wrapped her legs around the box and hugged her
body to it, licking it, and savoring its coldness against her breasts.

She undid the bow hurriedly, and tossed the lid aside, revealing a
black satin lined tray with a black, shiny studded collar in the middle.
She couldn't resist the urge to wrap it around her neck and slide the
connecting tongue at one end inside the hole in its heavy, silvery buckle
which went behind her. She heard a whirr, felt the collar tightening
around her neck, and then heard a fizzing noise. For a moment, she regained
herself and put her hands to her neck to rip the collar off. But this
"present" was much tougher than her now-permanent panties, and both collar
and buckle couldn't be moved, and would soon be part of her. She pounded
her fists into her plush carpeting, tears flowing down her face while she
sobbed.

All of a sudden, Diana felt very relaxed, even pleased about what
had happened to her. She sprung up off the floor, and almost danced
her way to her full-length mirror. The Pleasure Panties were beautiful,
so was the Obedience Collar, but she wanted more... She lifted the
First Tray that had held her Collar, and found the Corset with garters,
the Stockings, the six inch high-heeled Ankle Boots, and the short Gloves,
which had buckled bands attached for each ankle and wrist! And all were
made from the smooth, black shininess she now loved! She picked up and
closed the Corset around herself. She felt its sides pinching her waist
tighter and tighter as she fed each of the Corset's tightening straps
into their heavy chrome buckles. She excitedly fed the last buckle,
and with whirrs and fizzes, the Corset cinched itself around her waist
permanently! She ran her hands over her new hourglass curves, shaking
with excitement! She was fed the knowledge that the Corset would tighten
gradually over the following months until her waist measured a perfect 16"!

She rolled up and smoothed the shiny black Stockings over her firm,
creamy calves and thighs, only stopping less than an inch from her
pulsing captive crotch, and they transformed her legs into shapely slender
shafts of liquid sex. To these she attached the eight emerald green
ribbon garters from her Corset, which was trimmed in a matching emerald
green satin! Emerald Green was her pre-slavery self's favorite color
and here it was in the lines defining her cruelly pinched waist, dominated
in a sea of smooth black slickness!

The Boots and Gloves slithered onto her for perfect fits, and their heavy
black cuffs soon sealed themselves onto her forever!

As she looked at herself in the mirror, Diana was very pleased about
how she looked now: her new hourglass figure, her legs and hands sealed
in smooth, black shininess, her feet molded into pretty, shiny boots with
those sexy high-heels. She was shiny and beautiful everywhere she could
possibly want, and permanently too! But she still wanted more...

She went over to the Second Present and removed the Second Tray, and
kissed it lovingly before gently setting it aside. At the bottom of the
Second Present was her Maid's Uniform! Slut/Slave Diana squealed in
erotically enhanced delight as she ceremoniously lifted the Uniform
from the box, and held Its slick, black coolness against herself. She
trotted It over to her full-length mirror where she held It against
herself. Mesmerized, she admired its humiliating frilly, lacy design
in the mirror.

A throb from her aching crotch broke her out of her daze, and she put
the costume on. Its long, shiny, black sleeves flowed over her arms,
and she poked her Glove-encased hands through Its frilly lace cuffs.
Her neck was encircled by a high collar of frilly lace, strategically
placed half-cups forced her breasts together, while a triangular studded
cutout plunged from her neckline revealing the half cups and baring her
enforced cleavage. The bodice melted perfectly over her Corset-nipped
waist flaring outwards into her skirt which barely covered her crotch,
revealing most of her shimmery, slippery, black-encased legs. She turned
about in front of the mirror, admiring and being turned on by her
humiliating costume. A wonderfully ruffly petticoat swirled and gently
brushed her thighs.

The sight of her new self in the mirror was too much for Slut/Slave
Diana, who knew it was time for her Big Reward for completing her Self-
Slavery, without incident. She felt contentment and pleasure building
inside of her as the Pleasure Panties and Obedience Collar sent signals
and messages she couldn't ignore. Her Gloves wandered over her encased
and violated body, stroking the Collar and Panties and her cleavage. Her
knees turned to jelly under her, forcing her onto her hands, where she
started rocking her hips back and forth, and side to side. She stuck
her black, shiny thumb in her mouth, and lowered herself to an elbow,
as her other hand played with her tightly wrapped breasts.

She removed her thumb from her mouth, and began stroking her crotch,
as Slut/Slave Diana chanted,

"I love only my Mistress!",
"I willingly and lovingly serve and obey my Mistress!",
"I worship only Her, for She is the Supreme Goddess!",

over and over again.

The meaning of those phrases took over more of her reality as she
chanted, moaned, squirmed and thrust her hips in pure pleasure. Nothing
else mattered while the new Pleasure Slave shook violently from orgasm
after enhanced orgasm as her mind was blown away.