“Thank you Mistress,” I said.

The mind manipulation went a little further, although I would doubtless take some time to unravel and discover all of the changes. One that I was starting to detect the symptoms of was just beginning: I was aroused. I had been aroused almost constantly since leaving the Z-chamber. Was it the exhibitionism? The humiliation? Or simply just a residual effect from being near Gail? Pheromones? Doubtless I would come to find out.

“Make a drink. It’s been a long day.” Gail instructed.

“Yes mistress,” I moved obediently to the car fridge and took out a bottle of champagne. With my weak hands it was bad to remove the wire fastener and foil about the cork. I tugged at the cork then had to admit defeat. “I’m sorry mistress. I’m... not strong enough. Can you please help?” I asked with shame. My new body was girlishly weak. This was demeaning.

Gail laughed and took the bottle, uncorking it the passing it back to me to pour. She belt her champagne flute with amusement as I handle the bottle two handed, close to my chest to ensure control. The chill glass against my skin made me shiver as I carefully filled her glass. “Good girl. None for you. In that body you can’t hold your alcahol... to new beginnings.” She toasted mockingly to me then drank.

I sat in silence, naked on the leather seats as Gail looked me over and sipped her champagne. “Mistress. Did you betray me?”

Gail frowned, eye brow quirking. “Did you betray me?” She asked. I blushed in shame and nodded. “Let’s focus on that, shall we?”

“Yes mistress,” I agreed.

Stepping out of the limo to the house, the hair rose on the back of my neck -- well, metaphorically; I was perfectly waxed and hairless now. Something was different; something was wrong. Even outside the house felt less like something that I had personally bought and purchased and owned; now it felt like -- Gail’s.

"I think you'll like what I've done to our house. My house, really, now, you can't own property. I decided you needed new quarters." Gail grinned and swiped her palm on a sleek black screen, and the door opened.

I eyed the new security pad with concern. A biometric access system? Those things were used in high security facilities. Like banks and corporate headquarters and... prisons. I went up to the panel and pressed my small girly hand against it hoping that it would recognise my new DNA. It was on permanent record now after all. - Access denied - that was not good I worried. I looked up at the new windows with their solid bars, at least on the ground floor. The first floor didn't have them but I was hardly strong or confident enough to climb down. I imagined trying to do that and the mere thought scared me. As I followed Gail in I noted the biometric scanner on the inside. I hadn't been sent to jail but this was just as surely as good as any prison. And my ex wife was the warden. That kind of turned me on. I bit my lip as I sighed.

Gail chuckled as I figured things out, noting the hardening of the my upturned nipples. Being controlled was one of my new mental predilections it seemed. "You always were quick on the uptake. I'm pretty sure I've got control of all of your accounts. On the off chance you had a hidden off shore slush fund you won't be able to get out of the house to access it. Given the opportunity and the funds I'm sure you could pay someone to give you access to a Z-chamber. But I'm making sure you have neither. You're staying put. Get used to my home..." I nodded. I hadn’t thought of that but it was a good idea.

Gail led me in. I followed on bare feet, conscious of how much larger the house now seemed. I stood naked by the main door. I was home. Well it wasn't my home now. It belonged to Gail. Just as I belonged to Gail. God that excited me... but it was better than a State penitentiary.

"Now you have your own room. I've converted your old study. Come along." She led me along and opened the door to the study. Gone were the large oak desk, the book case with its many times, the picture of me on the cover of Time, the degrees, the pictures of me with famous people. Gone was my shrine to my self importance and power. Gone was my den. The walls were now pink. Where the bar with my collection of single malts and other limited edition release bottles had stood was now a cheap clothes rack with all manner of girlish clothes and... costumes. Where here desk had sat was a small bed with... harnesses to tie me up. Interesting.

Where the picture had once hung were now memes about submission with naked kneeling girls that beckoned me. Where my impressive library of first editions and leather bound professional manuals now sat a rack of sex toys. My room was now a shrine to femininity, sexual excess and submission.

"Do you like what I did to your room? I think it suits you perfectly now... be a good girl and get dressed. I do like you to walk about naked but making you undress is also quite enjoyable too. Bra, panties, heels, makeup and... that maids outfit. When you are dressed you can come and say hello to the staff. You'll be working under Valerie. Remember her? You should. I know you used to screw her on the side..."