David got away.

For a moment a small part of me hoped that Sarah wouldn't open the door and wouldn't be home. That small part was quickly disappointed as the door was all but flung open revealing Sarah standing in a black lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants that is tight enough to hide nothing, including the dark spot on her crotch. I can only help but gawk at her half dressed glory till I wince as my dicklette strains against the plastic confines.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!....Oh...Sorry Mrs. Jones.... I've just....had a rough morning....do you need something from a store?" Sarah answers seeming exhausted and frustrated as she moves some of her sandy locks from her face.

"Actually....I've brought you a gift." Mistress says with a flourish indicating me.

"Ah....sorry I'm not really inter...est...ed....." Sarah's response drags as she takes me in seeming to not recognize me at first.

"Wait....John. Jesus, you did a number on....him." She says stunned as her eyes land on my cage causing me to fidget and try to hide myself.

"Sorry about that.... I didn't know it was him, he must have snuck into my garage sometime after you left. I didn't realize it was him until he screamed your name while I was railing him. Ahh...that reminds me did you catch the other one?" Jada responds as she tugs me forward as I feel my face start to burn as I remember one moment I did mumble her name near the end when I came.

"I didn't the little bitch must have taken shelter in one of the empty houses." Sarah responds as she continues to look me up and down as the dark spot on her pants expands.

"Well I wish you luck in finding him....and IF you are going out and stop by a pharmacy can you grab me some Viagra?" Mistress asks as she hands my leash over to Sarah before rummaging through her purse and giving her the key to my cage. After exchanging good byes Sarah pulls me into the familiar entry way as I get a glimpse of my new self.

Any small hints of masculinity is gone from my face as my lips are now a set of full pouty lips my hair stretches to just a few of inches above my now puffy chest and pink nipples. My tummy flat with a thin waist and hips that could easily be called womanly. However I'm not able to see any pass that as the mirror ends.

"ON YOU FUCKING KNEES!" Sarah yells causing me to drop with a loud painful thud.

"Who fucking said you could walk in MY HOUSE." she continues.

"No one Sar-" I respond in a high pitched girly voice to rushed to not realizing it was a statement and not question or realize I was starting to.

"SARAH! No you have lost ALL rights to say my name or hell even THINK IT. You will call me Mistress or Ma'am. Am I understood." Sarah, refusing as an act of defiance to call her anything else, orders as I sit there shaking in a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Ye...yes Ma'am." I respond meekly as I continue to stare at the floor.

"DO NOT SPEAK. Unless I directly tell you to. AM I UNDERSTOOD?" Sarah continues.

I catch myself starting to open my mouth before simply nodding. A harsh tug causes me to look up towards her face which seems to be a mixture of rage and arousal as her eyes seem to focus on my plump ass.

"What do you have to say for yourself, speak bitch?" she asks as she places her free hand on her hip and gives the leash another tug almost causing me to fall forward.