The fetish club.

The rest of the week pass quickly. A pattern soon builds up, during the day you remain in your increasingly familiar female form and attend classes. During any breaks you get that coincide with Gemma's you meet up with your mistress. Using the nearest girl's washroom Gemma uses her fingers or mouth to give you an orgasm, in this way your nymphomania is kept under control. You still feel almost permanently horny, but your need never reaches the point where you'll jump anyone you encounter.

At night once your assignments for class are done you can be alone with Gemma. Your dominant roomie being bisexual takes great delight in fucking with you until you revert to male and then proceeding to ride your cock. Come the mornings Gemma arouses your male body and allows you to change back to female to start the days cycle again.

Chet and his cronies remain in the dark about your identity. With amusing and pathetic persistance the self appointed big man on campus takes every opportunity to run into you during the day. Despite the fact that you hate him, when he or his cronies crowd in on you with their juvenile attempts to prove how cool and macho they you find your body and mind responding to their male presence. Daydreams come into your head of any or all of them fucking you, often by ****. You get wet between the legs in their vicinity and your nipples become achingly stiff. The boys have clearly noticed your horniness and pursue you relentlessly. On several occasions only the timely arrival of your mistress has salvaged the situation before you got so turned on that you would have gone with the boys.

It's not until friday and the relief of no classes the next day that Gemma announces that she intends to take you to the fetish club. When you agree without hesitation Gemma is delighted. She has clearly been looking forward to realising her fantasies and meeting other Doms and Dommes as an equal with a pretty little sub by her side.

With barely suppressed excitement you both get ready and put on the outfits that were purchased at the adult store. Over the top of these you wear long coats to conceal your fetishwear for the journey to the club. Gemma at last reveals to you some of the extra items that she bought. For you there's a collar, black leather to match your kinky maid outfit. A brass plaque with **** in large letters is rivetted onto the collar and a tiny padlock fits on the buckle to prevent its removal. A lead for the collar attaches to a D ring at your throat, Gemma coils the lead and carries it on her hip attached to the belt of her dominatrix outfit.

Gemma's other surprise is a strap on cock. Similar in feel to the dildo that Poppy used on you this has a harness that allows it to be worn. Gemma carries this on her belt as well.

Your mistress goes for dark make up with vividly red lips, though she's still as beautiful the look makes her seem more mature. Your own make up is light, with rosy red cheeks and your blonde hair in pigtails that accentuate your youth and apparent innocence.

You get a cab across town and pull up down the block from the club. At the doors you stop and check in your coats. Gemma attaches her lead to your collar and you dutifully fall in a couple of steps behind her. Another set of doors are waiting across the lobby to enter the club proper and Gemma leads you towards them. You feel yourself trembling with nervousness.

Pushing through the doors in Gemma's wake you find a quartet of fetish clad people standing by the door. Two of them, a man and woman, are wearing leather bodysuits festooned with studs and chains. Peaked leather caps are on their heads and they wear badges labelled "FETISH POLICE".

The woman, with a long auburn ponytail hanging down from her cap looks you both up and down. She towers above you and Gemma on spike heeled boots and carries a short riding crop which she slaps into her palm with an intimidating crack.

"Well now what do we have here?" The woman asks in a seductive husky voice. "I do believe it's two little subbies running around without a master. That's very naughty of you, and you know what happens to naughty little subbies."

You gasp and look at Gemma. Your mistress looks surprised at being referred to as a submissive and you feel your heart pound as you realise that she might be out of her depth here.