Coven's Toy Pt. 04

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read Chapters 1, 2 & 3, first.

Synopsis: Months later, Tammy returns to her mentor.

Note to the Readers: I did intend to dedicate a new chapter to each of Tammy's monthly adventures. But upon further consideration, I couldn't see extending this tale that long - through a dozen chapters. So, I took a different approach. I hope it works for you.

It had been ten months, since Elizabeth had sent Tammy on her way, and she was anxious to see the girl, now. She expected big changes, both mentally and physically. She had seen it before, with the Coven's previous toys.

Over the decades, she had come to relish her role as mentor, and big sister to the toys that the coven created for their amusement.

She truly enjoyed the times when her students returned. Her greatest pleasures came from mentoring the new girls. And the sex was fun. It was, after all, actually sex with a virgin. And she loved that and the process of educating the new girls into their new feminine lives.

Her next favorite time was seeing the toys when they came back to her. Elizabeth always loved her student's return, after their first round of months with her coven sisters.

She was always enchanted by the changes she observed. In each case their attitude was very different. Not only were they more feminine, having left their manly sides well behind, they were also changed by their experiences. Some were very much the fetish slut, happy with their existence. Others were broken and very much the submissive slave. Still others were unhappy and anxious to be done with the program so they could move on. They were resigned and just trying to suffer through the months with the kinky witches.

It was a fun game for her, when she got to see which category a toy fell into.

Elizabeth was waiting anxiously for Tammy to drive up. Barbara had called to warn her that the toy was on her way.

When she heard the car in her driveway, she jumped up and met her most recent student at the door and quickly walked her into her house, only pausing for a moment for a perfunctory, welcome kiss.

"Welcome, dear Tammy, come in, come in. You can get your things later. I want to see you and talk a bit before then. I'm always excited to hear about our girls' adventures with my sisters."

Closing the door behind them Elizabeth led Tammy into the comfortable great room and turned up the lights.

There, she held Tammy at arms-length, by the shoulders and examined her.

Elizabeth saw that she was as beautiful as ever. Her makeup was flawless, if a little heavy for the daytime. She did identify several differences, though. What first caught her attention was Tammy's long and very blond hair; she had been a brunette.

It took her a minute more to realize that her heavy eye-liner had been tattooed on. And her false lashes were longer and heavier than she remembered.

The biggest changes were her piercings. Tammy had something like a dozen piercings running from the bottom of her ear lobes all the way up the sides of her ears. The main rings in her lobes were large and round, and seemed to pass through grommets. The rest of the rings, were the same size. Small and delicate, forming what she thought was called a 'ladder'. All of that golden jewelry, glinting in the light, drew attention to those parts of her head.

The big ring in her septum was the most striking feature. It was as thick as a coat hanger and probably a full inch in diameter. So large that it rested on and over the top of the girl's upper lip.

Elizabeth had seen similar jewelry on the last few toys, so she wasn't too surprised, or put off. She was certain that it was a permanent arrangement. She was looking forward to hearing what Tammy thought of the thing.

Pretty sure what to expect. She asked, "please stick out your tongue, for me."

When Tammy did, without hesitation or complaint, Elizabeth saw two large balls mounted left and right of center, on Tammy's tongue.

"Oh, those probably feel nice on your lovers', clit. Do you get a lot of compliments?"

"Yes, Mistress," Tammy replied, and Elizabeth thought she detected just a hint of a lisp. Probably caused by the large piercings.

"You look lovely, and sexy as hell! And come on, call me Beth, like you did before."

"Thanks, Beth."

Done with her initial inspection, Beth took Tammy's hand and led her into the kitchen. As they walked, Elizabeth heard a jingling sound and assumed it came from the charm bracelet she'd noticed Tammy wearing. It seemed odd as that piece of jewelry didn't seem to go with her outfit. Her other jewelry was more modern and stylish.

"Would you like something to drink, or eat? Are you thirsty or hungry? It is almost lunch time."

"Yes, thirsty. And a little hungry too. Is it too early for a glass of wine?"

"Of course not. I'll fix us lunch, this time. Have a seat and relax. We have a lot of catching up to do."

She watched as Tammy walked carefully, on her incredibly high heels. Five inchers with thin, spike heels, she thought. When the girl went to sit down, she seemed stiff and uncomfortable sitting on the simple wooden chair.

"Corseted?" She asked.

"Yes, Always." Tammy answered, sighing.

Beth could see that her breathing was affected, shallow and slightly panting. The corset must be very tight and heavily boned. She could also see that Tammy's breasts were huge. She had noticed when she first saw her walking into the house, but now, in the bright light, it was obvious that Tammy now had massive breasts.

She turned to get her a glass of wine. There would be plenty of time over the next month to get the full story on the girl's chest. Along with all of the other details of her changes. She was really looking forward to it.

Elizabeth opened a chilled bottle of Chablis and poured a glass for each of them.

"Thank you," Tammy said as she took her first sip. "This is nice. I've drunk quite a bit of wine these months. Tom used to love his beer, but that's all long gone, now."

"I'm surprised you even remember Tom. I'm sure you're all woman now. And all Tammy."

She paused in thought for a few minutes, and Elizabeth waited for her, understanding that something was bothering her.

She finally spit it out. "I do sometimes have Tom dreams."

"Oh?"

"Yes, there are nights when I dream that I'm him, not Tammy. It's weird. When I wake up, I feel like, I don't know, like I have a split personality."

"Well, you do, kind of. You did carry over all of Tom's memories and most of his thought processes. You think like he did, and like all of the things he did. Don't you?"

"Yes, it's kind of funny. My music play list is full of 60s and 70s hits. Stuff from before Tammy was supposedly born. And when I read, I enjoy spy thrillers and murder mysteries. Nothing feminine."

"And I'm sure you retain all of his knowledge and skills, too." Elizabeth added.

Tammy chuckled, "Yes, I do. And I've put them to use. I replaced a broken light switch for Mistress Abby, and when one of Mistress Jennifer's sprinkler heads broke and was spraying water all over, I replaced it with a spare. And I did it in a dress and hells."

She started laughing harder. "What a mess that was. I got all wet and muddy, and it took me an hour to clean my shoes. And the dress was ruined."

Elizabeth laughed, imagining the sight.

But growing suddenly serious. "And I broke a nail and was punished for it." Tammy added.

Elizabeth sighed. She ignored Tammy's last statement and addressed her initial point, "That's just it, you are still Tom, in many respects, so it shouldn't be a surprise that you still dream of him. But you are Tammy now, aren't you?"

Tammy chuckled, but there was a note of sadness there too. "I am. Completely Tammy now, and a complete sex object, too." And she tapped the golden collar around her neck, with one of her long nails.

"I see. Who gave you that?" Elizabeth asked. The thing was probably an inch-and-a-half tall, highly polished and included a ring on a swivel mount front and center.

"Mistress Roxanne. And it's permeant. She loved to lead me around in public on a leash. It was humiliating, and the tourists, were all fascinated."

"The Gas Lamp district in San Diego, right? That's where she lives?"

"Yes," Tammy replied, sighing, "I've gotten used to it, but I don't like it. It makes it too obvious who I am; what I am. Several of the others used collars, but mostly Dog or Cat, leather ones. And they came off. But I've worn this one since my time with her."

"I understand, my dear. But for the next month, you can relax. No fetish sex in this house. We'll live pretty much like we did your last visit. Just two happy, lipstick lesbians. Although you will still be taking care of me and my house, as you did before."

Tammy smiled at that. It was a relief.

"But there will be one special requirement. I want to hear everything about your escapades over the last nine months."

"Really? Everything?"

"Yes. You see, besides enjoying my role as teacher, I also get a vicarious thrill out of hearing about all of the nasty, sexy, kinky things my pupils get dragged into by my sisters. It's better than reading erotic fiction, or even non-fiction."

"All right, I guess."

"Consider it a requirement, my dear. And I want to hear every detail, and every feeling." And she bent over and kissed Tammy to emphasize her point.

Tammy giggled. "If I'd known, I would have kept a diary for you." The wine, and the thought of relating her experiences, cheered her up. She wasn't sure why, but...

"Good idea. I'll have to make that a part of our next toy's curriculum," Beth said, chuckling.

Elizabeth then turned back to the counter and began assembling lunch.

Tammy sat quietly as Elizabeth worked, lost in thought. She'd been through so much, the last ten months. And she'd already pushed a lot of it way deep into her memory. It wasn't really forgotten. She'd probably never be able to fully erase it, although there were a number of things she'd like to forget.

But there were also a lot of things she would happily remember. Including her first three months with Elizabeth. Tammy still remembered her as if she was a big sister.

She realized she'd have to make an effort to remember everything she'd been through. Perhaps she should start writing an auto-biography, now. Hah, like that would ever happen! Who would ever read it, or believe it? No one.

As they ate, Elizabeth watched the girl, imagining all of the things she'd experienced as a toy over the months, and it turned her on.

"Your nails look even longer than I remember, but still very pretty, and sexy," she said.

"Yes," Tammy said, holding up her hands and examining the long, highly polished nails. "It took me a long time to get used to them. They still give me trouble; make it hard to do some things. And I've broken them many times, doing chores around the house."

She shook her head, "I've been punished, severely, for breaking them, too."

"Ah, but I bet you liked that too." Beth said, chuckling.

Tammy looked at her, shyly, embarrassed, "yes, kind of. It did make me horny, or hornier." Then she laughed, "I'm always horny. And I've gotten used to that feeling, mostly."

"And it makes the sex all the better, right?"

"Yes, it does that," Tammy answered. And again, she blushed, embarrassed.

"So how long are they? And how often do you get them done?"

"Well they extend three-quarters of an inch beyond my fingertips, at least that's what the manicurists tell me. And I go in once each week, to have them touched-up and the polish replaced. It's a chore, but..."

"Well, we'll keep that up. I love them. And I'm sure you use them well, to tickle and torture your lovers."

That brought a smile to Tammy's face. "I sure do."

After they'd finished their food, and another glass of wine each. Beth took Tammy by the hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom.

"Remember?"

"Oh yes. Where I lost my virginity." Tammy said, smiling wistfully.

Once inside, Beth stood by the bed. "Come now, take off your dress and show me your body."

Tammy, paused for a moment. She wasn't particularly proud of the way she looked, now. And wasn't all that happy to have to show her favorite mentor, her big sister, what she looked like now.

Her eyes teared up as she began opening her dress. When she sniffled, Beth asked, "what's wrong, my dear?"

Tammy sighed, "well just look at me. Look what they've done to me."

Elizabeth snickered, "whatever do you mean?"

Tammy was crying now, "Oh God Beth, look what they've done to my body. I'll never be the beautiful woman I was in the beginning."

She paused, to sniffle, before continuing. "And they told me that I have to keep it this way. For the next year, at least. And perhaps forever! How can I ever live a normal life, looking like this?"

As she stripped her dress off over her head and stood in just her corset, stockings and high heels.

"My dear, you look fantastically sexy."

"I look slutty. Freakish. Like a world-class Bimbo."

"Oh, you do not!" Elizabeth said, as she reached out and gripped the very sexy-looking girl's shoulders, holding her at arms' length.

Elizabeth scanned down Tammy's magnificent body from her face to her breasts, and then to her waist. "My god; how tiny is your waist, now?"

Sighing, Tammy said, "in this corset I measure eighteen inches."

"Good lord. And what's your breast size?"

"36E"

"Oh my. But they do look wonderful. And your hourglass shape is fantastic."

Elizabeth also saw that Tammy's big breasts sported some extensive nipple jewelry, but she decided to check that out, later.

Tammy just stood, shaking her head, sadly.

"Thank you. But I still think I look like a whore. Wherever I go, the men slobber all over themselves and try to pick me up. A lot of the dolt's offer me money. And a lot of the women also react that way. The rest call me names and are terribly rude. And it's humiliating and degrading, too."

"Well, I think you look fantastic! And besides, a lot of your look is based on your clothes. Those are easily changed to something more conservative and not so revealing." And she pulled Tammy to her and hugged her tightly.

Tammy hugged her back, still crying quietly, and mumbled, "but a lot of it is my body. None of the others would allow me to dress down. And there's no way to hide my chest." Tammy said, plaintively. "And my nipples too are always on display, no matter what I wear covering them."

"No bra, or panties?" Elizabeth asked.

"No. I never wear them, now. Mistress Donna put a stop to me wearing bras, and Mistress Abby forbid me to wear panties, ever."

Elizabeth was getting a thrill from the feel of Tammy's nipples, and their adornments, as they pressed against her own chest. She decided that although the things her sisters had done to her friend were awfully kinky, she did appreciate them. She wouldn't have done things like that to her lovers, but she couldn't help but enjoy them.

"So, someone had your nipples pierced?"

"Yes, first Mistress Donna, and then Mistress Abby added a lot more piercings and jewelry. And all of it is soldered on. I can't remove any of it." She sighed. "It is sexy as hell, I know. But its, so slutty!"

"And, of course, your body healed overnight when it was pierced, so the jewelry went right in, didn't it?"

"Yes. The same way my breasts healed after the implants, and my waist healed after they took out my two lower ribs." Tammy whined. "It's horrible."

Beth sighed, "I'm sorry Tammy, but you're with us to serve, and make us happy. And the way you look does just that."

And she kissed the distraught toy, gently on her cheek.

"So, tell me about your corset. It's fantastic, and I'm sure it helps support your breasts, but it must be difficult."

"Oh, it's torture. But you're right it does help my back. Although when I take it off, my spine aches terribly, and my belly and chest too. Mistress Donna explained that my body becomes dependent on it, and the muscles weaken, so after months of wearing the things, I'm stuck with them."

"I know it's hard, my dear, but I have to admit, you turn me on. You look so shapely and sexy."

"Oh Beth, not you too. I didn't think you were into the kinky stuff."

"Tammy, honey, I'm not into the fetishes, but I do love a pretty and sexy slave." And she laughed, "now come on. Stop your whining. I think you're still beautiful, and I want to feel those studs on my clit."

As Beth slithered up onto the bed and spread her legs, Tammy crawled onto the mattress on her hands and knees.

As her toy moved around, Elizabeth again heard the jingle of her bracelet. It did sound delicately musical, but she wasn't sure if she liked the distraction.

Tammy settled onto her elbows with her head at her mistress' crotch, and dipped her tongue into her pussy. She'd obviously done it many times before. Hundreds, probably.

Beth sighed, and quivered. She'd been waiting for this, and she was more than ready to enjoy herself.

Tammy put her practiced tongue to work, running her studs in and around Beth's pussy and clit.

Beth moaned and came after only a few minutes. Tammy stayed in place and slowly licked her as she relaxed. But when she started to pull away, Beth grabbed her head and repositioned it on her sex, saying, simply, "again."

This time it took longer for her to orgasm, and it felt better than the first, hurried, one.

When Tammy had licked and kissed her down from her high, Beth relaxed. "That was wonderful, Tammy dear. You're very good; much better than I remembered. Now slide on up here and apply your lovely tongue to my nipples. I want to see how those studs feel, there."

Tammy did as she was told, and crawled up until her head was level with Beth's breasts. Her waist and hips were then positioned over her crotch and belly, and Beth could feel the stiff corset pressing into her, and it felt nice as it put pressure on her hot pussy.

As Beth started moaning, again, with Tammy sucking and tonguing her hard nipples, she was herself getting anxious. The slave girl was terribly horny and felt the need to receive as well as give. Her pussy was dripping and she was having trouble concentrating on her task.

To move things along, she worked one of her hands between their bodies, and applied her fingers and their long nails to Beth's wet cunt.

The feelings emanating from her breasts and her pussy soon drove Beth to a third orgasm. And she sighed happily in pleasure. It was almost too much, almost. So as soon as she caught her breath, she gently pushed Tammy off to the side.

"That was lovely, thank you," she mumbled.

"My turn? Please." Tammy begged in response, but in a gentle whisper. She had learned the hard way never to blatantly ask for relief.

Beth realized how Tammy must be feeling so she took a deep breath and rolled onto her side pushing the girl onto her back. Beth then climbed on top of her, kissing her passionately.

After a while she lifted her face and whispered, "you are a lover. And you do deserve your turn."

And she shifted down to Tammy's huge breasts and their big nipples. She felt their jewelry as her own breasts slid past. But she was really surprised when she took her first close-up look.

Tammy's nipples were big and heavily adorned with polished gold. Beth could see that much of their size and shape was dictated by the piercings and jewelry she wore in them. Or, had to wear.