You were a women. Now 25 years old, and moving into an appartment next to a BDSM club, which you had applied to work for, and had gotten an interview with, set for tomorrow morning. You were currently moving the last of your things into your new room.
Eyeing the full wall mirror, you notice yourself and like what you see. You are very attractive. While you now are a bit shorter than you were as a guy, it didn't matter to you anymore. You felt that your gorgeous long legs made up for it. In addition, you also had a well toned, narrow waist with fairly defined abs. Not overly muscular by any means though, just enough to keep a flat, attractive waist. This complemented your now perfect ass which looked amazing in your tight leggings. It had just the perfect amount of firmness where it wasnt constantly flopping around, but still lightly jiggled as you moved. And your tits were enormous. Checking the tag on your bra, you saw you were now an G-cup. You also notice a slight sloshing sound/feeling with each movement comming from your tits. You never considered you would be having to milk yourself, but the thought of having to be regularly milked now turned you on even more than the thought of milking another women did when you made that wish.
One thing which you did realize you forgot to wish for was that women's backs and shoulders were now strong enough to carry their breasts without causing them any pain, even if they were violently jumping around topless with a milked filled pair of Q-cups. However, reality seemed to have taken care of that one for you, ans you didnt feel at all inconvenienced by your boobs, not could feel any pain frok wearing them. In fact, they were even lighter than what you were expecting, and you had made sure that they were not fake, nor was it because of your clothing.
Speaking of clothing, you were wearing what you believed to be fairly casual clothing for the most part. Black leggings, a sleeveless, deep v-neck crop top, a lace push-up bra, a pair of string panties, and interestingly, a pair of shiny black 6" platform pumps which were stuck on your feet by a locked band around your ankles. These were the one thing off about your casual wardrobe. But you felt that they were making you look even better, so you didnt mind them too much.
While you were admiring your new sexy appearance, you failed to see your new roommate enter. She was about 4 years older than you, and was quite a few inches taller than you are, except, she was not wearing heels like you were. You had just met her for the first time a few minutes ago, and she already had you locked into her favorite pair of "training heels". She was naturally dominant, which you felt fit her height. That little discovery had also made you fully understand just how submissive you were now. She didn't even look at you when she ordered you to put the heels she had brought out on, and you followed her order immediatly, not even thinking twice about it. Like it was natural for you to do whatever she says, when she says it.
You were still looking in the mirror when she came up behind you and drapped her arms around you, she having also put on a similarly tall pair of heels, except hers were thigh high boots. She stood a full head over you now. And feeling her hand gently groping your tit was starting to feel really good. She places her head right besides yours and looks back at you through the mirror, while she continues to play with your nipples, your top already beginning to steadily drip milk. You never moved, nor spoke up however. You just let her continue teasing your nipples, only shuddering whenever she lightly pinched one of them. It didn't hurt at all, but the pleasure gap was extreme. You felt like you would just melt in her arms at this rate. She never even askes to touch you, just assuming it was to already be expected from you. And you knew she was right. You already knew that it was nearly impossible to argument with her.
"Good girl." She quietly said in your ear as she pulled away from you tits, and moved on to continue moving herself in. However not until after she gave your ass a good squeeze, causing a moan to escape your lips. You made sure you didn't move though. Seeing that, she smiled a bit, as she finally left for her own room.
The moment her door closed, you dropped to your knees panting furiously as wave after wave of orgasms hit you. 2 words. Just 2 single words were enough to push you over the edge. You knew you were going to enjoying having her around for the foreseeable future.
Later that night, you both finally finished moving you into the appartment. Knowing that you had an interview the next day, you had decided to go to bed early. That was until your roommate walked up to you, pushed up your chin so that you were looking at her beautiful face said "I expect you to be a good girl now and wait for me patiently on the floor next to my bed. I will be there shortly" with a confident grin.
Well, so kuch for going to bed early, you thought as you crouched down with both hands on the floor next to her bed. Your knees were spread apart wide, since you were still locked in the heels. You honestly had forgotten that you were even wearing heels. The clicking as you walked had seemed to just be the natural sound of your feet in your mind. Either way, you liked wearing them. On the other hand, your boobs also were something you now enjoyed having, albeit you never got to the point where they no longer were in your mind like your heels had. You had removed your top and bra hours ago since they were soakingwet with milk. But your roommate saw you and quickly told you to go on being topless for the rest of the night. As you sat there waiting, a small puddle was forming under you. It was a mixture of milk and cum. 45 minutes later, your roommate walked into the room. You were still sitting there like if you were her obedient dog. Panting heavily from your horniness. Drool was slowly dripping off your tongue. "My, what a little horny bitch you have become cutie" .
That set you off. But before you could cum, she quickly picked you up and impaled you onto her strap-on which you didn't notice she was wearing before. As she bounced you up and down with her left hand holding you up, her right hand was slipping a high tech, fluffy tail plug up your ass which matched your hair perfectly. It was a special device which would tap into the body's nervous system so it could move accordingly. As she finished placing it in, you felt a shiver run through your spine, beginning at your tailbone and ending in your head. Your new tail was now wagging rapidly back and forth as she continued to fuck you.
After about 5 minutes of heavy fucking, she lifted you up and tossed you onto the bed, so that you were still your back, legs bent upwards, still wagging your tail. You couldn't stop it if you wanted to. She was too good at fucking you.
She then laid back next to you on the bed, with her hand reaching over petting your head. "Good girl" she said breathing heavily. "Now its time to put your tongue to good use." She commanded, removing her cum coated strap-on. She held it up above your mouth, with a small bit of cum dripping down onto your face. You stuck out your tongue and began licking the strap-on clean, swallowing every last drop of your cum. After that you continued to be dominated for a few hours. Licking her pussy, while she rubbed yours with her feet. You enjoied it when she milked your tits by hand, with her surprisingly very clean asshole, and with her feet. Followed by you being breastfed her milk. And finishing off with a few various other things, the last of which involved the heel portion of your heels being stuck up your own asshole, which also was somehow spotlessly clean. When that happened you couldnt remove them yourself and had to have her do it for you, but only after she used them to spread your ass wide enough to take her larger strap-on, which was currently still inside of you. You both stopped to sleep over an hour ago, and she command you to sleep in her bed, while not removing the large horsecock shapped dick from your asshole. Somehow you still managed to get a few hours of sleep. Something about being her hug pillow was super relaxing to you. However you needed to get up to get ready for your interview. However, she was not letting you go.
"Hey, I need to get to an interview, so can I please get up, Sasha?" You meakly pleaded. You had learned her first name last night as you were falling asleep.
"No need, just keep being my pillow" she sleepily replied with a yawn.
"But..." you tried to say, but were stopped when she lightly pushed up your chin with one of her delicate fingers, silencing you.
"No buts, you dont need to go to the interview, so go back to sleep".
"Hut hy hirry heed hu..." you try saying through muffled speech since her hand was now covering your mouth.
"Shhhhhh", she whispers, as she reaches behind her to get something out of the nightstand. She moved her right thigh over you, curling her leg around your upper left arm and back in order to keep you from escaping as she did this. You were amazed at how easy and nonchalant she was about her sudden split, also acknowledging how she only used her leg to get itself up there. After 5 seconds of digging around, she turned back over to you and slipped a buisness card deep into your cleavage, but kept her leg where it was for some reason. She already was falling back asleep and was pulling you in closer to her with her calf pushing on your back.
You are struggling to get one of your small hands up in between your even larger looking tits due to Sasha's thigh pressing down them together. After a solid 7 minutes, you finally manage to angle your arm correctly so you dont accidentally elbow Sasha. Digging around inbetween your squishy pillows, trying your best to not moan outloud as your nipples slightly rub up and down on Sasha's own boobs. Finally you find the card, which is now quite soaked from absorbing your tit sweat.
Gently pulling it out so that you dont tear it, you manage to get it enough where you can read it before the corner tears off. However thankfully none of the words were lost. What you saw shocked you greatly.
[Sasha Eileen Overia]
[Founder and Proprietress of Club Nocluna]
"Now can you go back to being my hug pillow already?" Mumbled Sasha as she now used her arms to fully embrace you.
You had spent the entirety of last night fucking and being fucked by your boss as an interview, and had passed. A few tears began dripping down your face as all of the pent up stress suddenly vanished from your body. This interview had been a huge risk for you. Part of the process had required you to live near the club. And you had decided to move hoping it would help get you hired. This was the biggest named club in the city. Getting hired was equivalent to becomming set for life.
Smiling, you curl up and let Sasha fully bring you into her, now completely wrapping herself around you. She kissed your forehead and whispered "congratulations sweetheart, now lets go back to sleep my hug pillow" before she finally fell back asleep. Hearing that, your asshole tightened up around the horsecock strap-on still burried inside of you, as you quietly orgasm yourself to sleep. It was only later that you finally undsrstood that for some reason, you get extremely horny from simply being praised by Sasha.