After a very restless night stuffed in my captor's pussy I was finally released. I had only snatched a few hours sleep. The heat and the noise was unbearable. You don't realize how noisy the human body is until you have to spend time inside it.

She placed me in the soap dish on the shower riser and I watched her soap and wash her incredible body. I would really fancy her if she wasn't a crazy dominatrix from the future. I caught splashes of water in my hands and drank what I could. She turned her head to face me and smiled.

"I have some plans for you."

She stepped out of the shower and took a tube of something from the cabinet. She picked me up a smothered me in the foul-smelling paste.

"Cover your eyes or this will sting. "

I put my palms over my eyes. The smell nearly made me vomit. Within a few minutes, my skin was burning. What was she doing to me? I started to rub the paste off my head. Huge clumps of hair came away in my hands. I screamed.

"What have you done to me." I cried.

She just screwed her nose up and laughed at me.

"No one wants a hairy dildo, do they?"

She picked me up and rinsed me under the cold tap. The freezing water shocked me. When she was done, she lifted me up to the mirror.

"There, nice and clean. All fresh for today's fun. I never realized that the hair remover would work so fast on you, but I suppose your hair was very small."

I was totally hairless. The only hair I had was my eyebrows where I had covered them with my hands. She took me to the bedroom and carelessly tossed me on the bed. To me, the fall onto the duvet was 20 feet, although really it was less than 2 feet. It was like a stuntman landing on cardboard boxes. It did not hurt, so I sat and waited to see what fresh hell she had planned for me.

"Stay there. You know what will happen if you move."

I sat obediently still. She retrieved a sewing kit from a drawer then I saw her rummaging through what must have been her underwear drawer. She came back to the bed holding two pairs of knickers. One pair was black. They were silky smooth with a band of white lace around all the openings. The other pair were pink and see-through.

"Which pair should I wear today? You choose. "

This surprised me. There must be a catch. I did not want to upset her.

"You will look amazing in both of them my goddess." I said.

"Awww, sweet. Just fucking pick!"

"The black ones goddess."

"Good choice. My little Gus." She said.

What did she just call me? I watched as she took a pair of scissors out of the sewing and cut away the gusset of the black knickers. Then she picked me up and showed me a needle the size of a longsword.

"Hold still I wouldn't want to stab you." she laughed and blew me a kiss.

My outstretched arms and legs were secured by cotton to the knickers. When she had finished, my body replaced the missing gusset. She held me up to the mirror and stretched the knickers out so I could see myself. My head would be in contact with her clit if she put "me" on.

"There. I told you you were an object. Just think yourself lucky I don't have periods. You may have been a tampon."

She jiggled the knickers and I started to feel seasick. The world spun around me as she dumped me into her knicker draw. She looked down at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Now stay where I put you. Underwear doesn't wander around a girl's knicker drawer."

The drawer slammed. I just lay there on top of a mound of satin and lace. Is this what I was reduced to? She said I was a thing, an object, but to be just a part of her underwear made me feel like nothing. I was a piece of lingerie. Would she actually wear me? I could hear other drawers being opened and closed. She was getting dressed. Suddenly light flooded the drawer.

"Now what should I wear for my shopping trip? Hmm.. I'm wearing a black bra, so I should choose black knickers to match."

Suddenly I was rushing up, then down through the air. It was worse than any fairground ride I had ever been on. When I opened my eyes I could see her stocking-covered ankles on either side of my body and her hairless pussy above. At least this time I would not be inside her. She tormented me as she drew the knickers slowly up those smooth stockings. I could hear static as the lace rubbed across the nylon. All the while the pink lips were getting closer.

She paused when I was just above her lace stocking tops.

"Try not to wiggle too much. I can get very wet. I wouldn't want you to drown."

Then she gently pulled her knickers up tight. I felt her wriggle her hips as my arms and legs were nearly pulled out of their sockets. My face was buried in her fleshy folds. My head was pulled into her clit. I had to keep bending my head back to get a good breath. I noticed her legs moving and I felt the jarring as she walked. Then I was nearly in the upright position. She must have been sitting. I heard a car start and heard the radio chattring.

The motion of my head bobbing about trying to breathe was stimulating her. I felt warm slick juices start to cover my body. The heat was intense. I continued my struggle while the world moved around me. She would pause occasionally. She must be in a shop I thought. I wondered what the people around would think if they knew she was wearing a shrunken man between her legs.

After what must have been an hour, I was peeled away from my sticky prison. I was between her knees. I looked up and saw she had her skirt gathered up. She was sitting on the toilet.

"Having fun down there? I know I am."

"If I could mass produce you, I'm sure every woman would love a panty pet."

After she had peed, she wiped and pulled me back into place. She was even wetter than before. I could smell pee now as well as her juices.

Eventually, she arrived home and undressed. She took her knickers off and held me up to her face.

"Well, I think this pair needs a wash."

She shoved the knickers along with me into the washing machine. I looked about and saw it was full of her knickers and stockings. This was it. If she started the machine I would drown. I banged on the glass door and saw her leave the room.

I sat down and attempted to remove the thread. My arms were swelling where it cut into my flesh. After a few minutes the door opened and I was fished out

"You didn't think I would leave you there to die Gus? You're much too much fun alive."

"Gus? Who the hell is Gus? "  I said as she laid me on the bed and carefully cut the thread.

"I'm trying to think of a name for you. Gus, the gusset. Or Phildo the dildo. You're lucky I can't think of a name to rhyme with butt plug." She gave me that evil grin again.  

"Stay there I will bring you something to eat."

She returned with a plate on which was a smear of butter, a crumbled biscuit, and an egg cup full of water."

"Enjoy. I will be back in a moment."

I drank a huge gulps of water, then splashed handfuls over myself to wash. I took some of the butter and put it on a crumb of biscuit. It tasted wonderful. After swallowing vaginal fluid and a little pee, my taste buds were in heaven.

She stood and watched me for a few minutes.

"You done yet?"

I nodded. Felling slightly human again.

She carried me to the bathroom sink and said.

"OK you have 3 mins to do your business then I'm going to wash you."

It was difficult, but the fear of upsetting her helped. She returned and washed me with cold water and hand soap and carried me to the bedroom. She put me on the bed and pulled something from a shopping bag.

"What do you think? Do you think it's pretty? Do you like the dress?"

It was a flamenco dancer doll. It was twice my size, around a foot tall, wearing a frilly red and black dress with a huge skirt. What could I say?

"Yes, goddess. Very pretty."


"Good, because you are going to be wearing it. I like it, but I wanted one with the hands over the head, but they only had the ones with the hands posed at the sides."

She pick up the doll and started to bend the arms up. They snapped off and fell out of the sleeves of the dress. I gulped. This was an obvious warning to me not to resist. I couldn't see how I could wear the dress. It was way too big.

"Are you happy about that wearing a dress? Tell the truth now."

"No goddess."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a man goddess."

"Oh, too good to wear women's clothes? Just because you have a little worm down there. Well, let's see if we can fix that shall we?"


I looked around for somewhere to run. Was she going to cut my dick off? Suddenly I froze. She used that bloody device on me again. She lifted my stiff body onto the dresser and played the beam over me. I started to grow. When she stopped I was about 3 feet tall. The device could enlarge me! I just had to bide my time and regrow myself. At last, I had hope.

She examined me. She pulled my legs apart and played with my dick and balls.

"Yes, I can see the problem here. We need a minor surgical procedure."

I hyperventilated and tried my hardest to move, but all I could do was breathe. She pointed the Spatializer at me again. I couldn't see what she was doing, but her face screwed up in concentration.

"All done. that was hard work. I have never focused the beam that tight before. Here have a look."

She took a small mirror from her purse and angled it down so I could see my crotch. My dick had shrunk to the size of small button. My balls were just a wrinkle of dark skin between my legs. I managed to scream.

"Not quite a lady, but pretty close. Now I just have to give you some tits."

That took a little less time. She just enlarged what I had. Soon I was sporting pendulous breasts with larger-than-average nipples. I started to weep. I know I was told I was an object, but in my mind, I was still a man. Now she had taken that away.

I didn't resist when she shrank me down to 12 inches and dressed me in the frilly outfit. She had me pose with my smooth leg sticking out of the slit in the skirt and my arms above my head. Then she froze me again.


"Good girl. You make an excellent ornament."

She took me downstairs and placed me in the center of the table. She picked up a keyboard and a holographic screen was projected above it.

"Be a good girl. Mummy has work to do." She focused on what she was doing and ignored me.

If anyone came into her house and looked closely at the flamenco dancer doll in the center of the table, they would see that under the pretty headdress, the doll was crying.