Power
by Writer345
2. First Iteration.
I didn’t see much of Lakshmi over the course of the next week and to be honest I didn’t really want too. She was great for a one-night-stand but was the last woman who I would consider spending the rest of my life with. For me there was only one person in that category and to be honest, she was unavailable by reasons of marriage and sexuality. Lakshmi’s beguiling promises were all well and good but they just weren’t possible... I was no Psychiatrist but I knew enough about human sexuality to know that it just couldn’t be rewritten on a whim, Wendy was straight: I was sure of it! I’d known her all my life—we’d grown up next door to each other in one of the rougher parts of Wolverhampton so I knew her as well as I knew anyone.
Fuck it, she’d never given me the slightest hint that she was anything other than laser beam straight. Okay, so this was the image that I’d also projected but in my case it was an act—one that hadn’t really fooled my best friend. I was a good enough actor to pull the wool over my parents’ eyes, but my best friend? Forget it! Wendy Cosgrove (as she used to be) knew me too well and was neither fooled nor interested.
So, if she realised that I was bent then why did she keep trying to fix me up with a boyfriend? God only knows the answer to that one—I certainly don’t!
Perhaps she was the eternal optimist...
Perhaps she thought that lesbianism was just a ing fancy on my part—something that I would grow out of...
Perhaps she thought that a good man would be enough to convince me of the error of my perverted ways...
Perhaps she thought that I could see how happy a husband made her and would naturally want one of my own...
Perhaps she thought that a ‘good man’ would fuck me straight...
To be honest I just don’t know what she was thinking—if thought even came into it, that is. But whatever the future held in store for me, I was determined- Tristram (or his like) wouldn’t feature in it.
As I headed in to work the next morning I realised that, whatever Wendy’s attitude towards me might be following our ill-fated friends’ night out we were fated to be working together in the very near future. I was operating at ten and she was my theatre sister.
We bumped into each other on the way to get ready and she was as ever that calm collected professional, although she did give me a knowing smile.
“Good morning, Ms Cox,” she said by way of a greeting (Surgeons are never referred to as ‘Doctor’; in the UK, even though we are,), “how are you this morning?”
“Well enough, Sister.” I answered honestly as I consulted the schedule. Whatever her attitude was, she was giving nothing away. “We start with a hernia repair, I believe and then go on to an appendectomy.”
She nodded. “So I’ve been told—all fairly straightforward—no suspected complications. Theatre four is ready for you.”
And that was that... We scrubbed up and were helped into our scrubs and gloves—all very routine. Then it was into the theatre by way of the curtain: the gas-pusher was ready and waiting—he looked up from behind his bottles and pipes as we entered but his mask hid his expression. Did he know that I’d been outed last night? If so, did he even care?
“Okay, if everyone’s ready... Wheel in the first victim!” I said lightly and that was that. Acting as one the team glided into well rehearsed action and we attempted to make lives a little better by curing people of their ills. It was just like it had been when I was a kid—I still wanted to mend broken people—only know I knew how!
We worked until two—the appendectomy took longer than it should... Oh, there were no complications other than a malformed vermiform appendix that seemed to resist my attempts at keyhole surgery. I eventually got the little bugger out although I did curse at it which raised a chuckle from the team. Problems tend to make them tense up—my spontaneous attempts at humour prevented this. But all in all, I was happy to close up after that one.
We showered and changed into ward clothes and after a late lunch Wendy accompanied me on my rounds. The gas-pusher was nowhere to be seen he’d gone away to get up to whatever it was anaesthetists get up to when they are not preventing surgical patients from dying from post-operative shock. I didn’t know the man, I didn’t need to, but I did know one thing about him and that was that he was reliable and terribly good at his job—which, lets face it, is all that I needed to know.
After lunch, Wendy led me around recovery and I was able to check that my victims from this morning were okay. We checked on yesterday’s too although they were back on their wards... After that it was work—forms to be filled in—quotas to be checked—all the crap that the NHS foisted on us. Still we were a good team and hadn’t lost a patient for well over three years so I wasn’t going to complain—nobody would have listened if I had so there was no point.
Wendy and I were up in my office towards the end of our shift. We were reviewing the day, complaining bitterly about the government and drinking tea. This was fairly normal—we were friends and colleagues after all. What wasn’t normal were the drops of the blue liquid that I counted into her cup while she wasn’t looking.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... All out of the little bottle that a courier had handed me earlier in the afternoon. No prizes for guessing that the note accompanying it was in Lakshmi’s handwriting.
I didn’t know what it was but whatever it was it confirmed two things... Lakshmi was serious and I was committed.
I looked up and smiled as Wendy drank her tea, she would soon be mine and this made my pussy twitch. Move over Andy, I thought, I’m taking her from you!
We’ve been just friends for far too long—it’s time to move up a gear.
“You’re quiet.” Wendy said as she carefully placed her cup down onto it’s matching bone china saucer.
I gave her a sheepish smile. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to be friends any longer—not after last night.”
She gave me a radiant Wendy-smile. “Oh that? We’ve known each other for so long that last night’s little kerfuffle won’t make no difference—we’re bff’s, our wench, so you are stuck with me—just like when we was kids.”
“Tristram?” I asked.
“Oh him? He’s history.” She suddenly looked thoughtful. “I promise not to pull that little stunt again—I now know that there’s no point in trying to find you a boyfriend.” She chuckled and looked thoughtful. “However if you’re expecting me to try to fix you up with a girlfriend... Think again, missy, think again!”
I smiled back—little did she know that she wouldn’t need too—someone else was taking care of that on my behalf. “How long have you known that I’m gay?” I asked suddenly.
She stared at me for a few seconds, her eyes seeming to look straight into my soul. “Let’s just say that I’ve had my suspicions for a very long time...”
“And it doesn’t bother you?” I asked.
Wendy shrugged and smiled. “Why should it? You’re still the same girl that I grew up with. You haven’t changed... It’s not like you suddenly grew an extra tit, or something, is it?”
I looked down and counted the pair that I’d had since I was about eleven. “One... Two... Nothing new .” I said solemnly which caused my bff to chuckle. No nothing has changed, not according to Wendy, that is. But changed or not there was no Friend’s Night Out the following Wednesday, Andy had a parents’ evening, or so I was informed
Eight days after Lakshmi outed me in front of everyone in The Dog and Duck, I received a mysterious phone call from the woman herself.
As I , I had just returned home after spending most of the day up to my elbows in some poor sod’s gall bladder... Okay, okay; that might be a bit of an exaggeration but it summed up the way I was feeling. It had been an intense session and Wendy had actually stepped in and dabbed a damp sponge to my forehead and cooed something soothing, just like nurses always do in those idiotic American medical dramas.
I got home shortly after finishing in theatre... I was too tired even to do rounds after that one and the anaesthetist filled in for me.
I had settled down on my couch in front of the television in a vain attempt to relax and unwind. I switched on and then off again... Guess what was showing... Yep, that’s right—a daft American medical drama! I swore under my breath and reached for the gin bottle only to that I was fresh out... Still that was no bad thing as I’d been drinking too much just lately anyway.
I settled for a coffee instead and tried to listen to music... Then, while the strident notes of Vaughan-Williams echoed around my lounge, the phone rang and completely shattered the mood that I’d been trying to build for myself.
“If this isn’t an insanely beautiful woman, I’m ringing off!” I hissed into my mobile. I didn’t look to see who was ringing me and I didn’t care... I’d just about had enough.
My retort was answered by a low chuckle. “Seems like you’re in luck.” Lakshmi purred.
Well it was a woman and she was insane so two out of three wasn’t too bad... “Oh hi. Lakshmi. What can I do you for?” I enquired tying a knot in the middle of my sentence as I did so.
“Have you had a chance to think about what I said last week?” She wanted to know.
I felt my tummy do a flip-flop... Well it might have been my tummy or it might have been my pussy, I was past caring. “Lakshmi... I’ve been thinking about it... I don’t think that it’s such a good idea—I’m happy to have her as a friend so I don’t need you to turn her.”
There was a silence followed by. “Have you dosed her with the drops I sent around?”
“Well.. Yes...” I itted. “Five a day for three days.!
“Then it’s too late, you’re committed, the drops are already having an effect on her personality. If you don’t take advantage of it, someone else will.” She pronounced.
“What do I do?” I asked.
“Come around to my house—there’s something I’d like you to see.” She said quietly.
“Okay... Where do you live?” I’d known her for several years but hadn’t got a clue as to where she actually lived. Luckily she gave me directions and I told her that I’d be around in twenty minutes... Assuming that the Uber driver could find her place, that is. And it had to be an Uber as I was under strict instructions not to drive there.
Half an hour later I found myself sitting on a divan in a large but sparsely furnished sitting room where I was handed a cup of coffee by the same maid who had opened the door to me and curtsied as I entered. If I am honest I would have to it that a maid came as a bit of a shock—especially one dressed in a shortie version of a traditional nineteenth century uniform. Still, I knew that this was Lakshmi’s house so nothing that I encountered there was going to surprise me... Or so I thought.
I thanked the woman, who was a tall Nordic blonde, she smiled and left after informing me that mistress would be but a few minutes. The voice was a slightly accented contralto... German or Dutch or Danish... I couldn’t tell.
As I sipped the superb coffee I took a good look at the room which was perhaps thirty feet by twenty. There was a large fireplace with a roaring log fire around which were clustered a couple of divans and a pair of large and somewhat comfortable leather armchairs. There was no carpet but the dark parquet flooring was polished to a high shine. However there were several rugs including a thick pale pink fur one in front of the hearth itself. The pictures, however, were what really caught my eye, particularly the large one over the fireplace... They were all mildly erotic and showed women intimate with each other. This would not surprise anyone who knew Lakshmi. There was something hauntingly familiar about the very large portrait over the fire place so I placed my cup on one of the little occasional tables and moved across the room for a better look. No wonder it had been familiar for it was a larger than life above-the-waist nude study of two women—Lakshmi and the blonde maid who I had met a few minutes earlier. The Lakshmi in the picture looked exceptionally pleased with herself with good reason as the blonde was fondling and kissing her breasts. Tasteful but highly erotic.
There was a slightly smaller study on the wall to the right of the fireplace that showed two women kissing and this one really did surprise me as the women depicted were Wendy and myself... The picture was signed by the artist who had painted in the year beneath the signature—it was last year!
“Enjoying my art collection, I see.” Lakshmi chuckled from somewhere behind me. I had been so taken by the artwork that I hadn’t heard her enter—despite the sound that her boots made on the hard wooden floor.
I spun around to confront her... She was dressed in something shiny and figure-hugging that was probably soft black leather. Her tight tros disappearing into knee-height boots with four inch block heels. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail: its shine matching that of the catsuit. She smiled a carnivorous smile—she the cat and I the canary.
“This picture...” I began.
“Let’s just say that the two of you have been a work-in-progress for sometime.” Purple lips framed white teeth and matching eye-shadow completed the vision of dominance that confronted me. This was Lakshmi after all... I’d known her for years... Or did I really know her at all?
She walked across the room and ed me at the side of the fireplace. I started to speak but she silenced me by pressing a finger against my lips. Together we gazed up at the lifelike portrait. Presently she spoke, her voice husky and beguiling. “So! What have you decided, Stephanie? How do you want your dream-girl?”
I shrugged, for some reason I was a little light headed and was having difficulty concentrating. “Hmmm? She’s perfect just as she is.”
Lakshmi laughed quietly. “No woman is perfect, trust me on this, however they can be perfected so we’ll start with the basics. I take it that her sexuality is wrong?”
“Well... yes...” I said hesitantly.
“Ah, progress.” She said quietly. “Then how about her personality... Shall we make her more affectionate? More submissive?”
I thought about this, or rather tried too. “Submissive... Yes. More submissive—loving too... Don’ wan’ her to be frigid... Frigid not good... Must wan’ sex... Lots of it...” Funny, I seemed to feel as if I was drunk.
I turned towards Lakshmi but over balanced and would have fallen if she hadn’t caught me. “Room’s goin’ roun’ an’ roun’...”
Her laughter was almost musical. “That’s just a little something that Gudrun put in your coffee,,, Something to help you relax. Don’t worry, I’ve already phoned in sick on your behalf—I need you for a few days.”
“Whaaa?” I wailed.
Lakshmi guided me over to one of the divans and told me to relax, which I did.
“Now it would normally take about six months to condition your little friend using normal hypnotic techniques alone but I know a couple of short cuts that will speed things up drastically but first of all I need to work on you!
Altogether I was off work for fifteen days with a bad case of the ‘flu: Lakshmi, as my doctor, was quite insistent in this and it was she who nursed me through my sudden bout of ‘illness’. She even sent the correct sick-notes in to my employers.
I don’t much about my stay at Lakshmi’s place, I don’t seeing a great deal of her... My main memories were of me being cared for by Gudrun, the tall German maid. I spent much of the time in bed, either relaxing or sleeping—sometimes alone but sometimes with one or other of Lakshmi’s, er, companions.
There were other recollections too... Vague ones of being strapped to a recliner with voices muttering away in my ears while pictures flashed on and off on a large screen in front of me. All very mysterious!
I was allowed to get up towards the end of my stay. Gudrun helped me to dress and escorted me down into the dining room where I enjoyed Lakshmi’s company during a very good meal. The house was big, being an old eighteenth century manor house, the furnishings were of the highest quality and the food was superb. Eventually I began to wonder just how could my ‘friend’ afford this on a GP’s salary. Sometime later, when I had recovered, I realised that she couldn’t, but by then I just didn’t care where the money was coming from: I only knew that I wanted my share, fair or otherwise!
Yes, that stay with Lakshmi certainly changed my view of many things: perhaps it was a flaw in my psychological make-up or perhaps it was something implanted in me by surreptitious conditioning, I just don’t know. Possibly it was a little of both, but whatever it was I knew that it didn’t matter—not really. As Lakshmi was fond of saying: we this way but once so it is up to us to get the most out of life! And she certainly helped me to achieve this.
She certainly helped me: I won’t claim anything else! She broadened my horizons and changed my opinion of people but whether or not this was for the better other people will have to decide. As far as I am concerned... Well let me say that it certainly suited me!
Take the matter of pets as an example. I’d always owned a pet or two when I was growing up... Usually a cat or a rabbit... Always something small and furry. During my stay while recovering from “the ‘flu”, Lakshmi introduced me to some pets of her own that were far removed from the cuddly and affectionate little creatures of my childhood. Oh, Lakshmi’s pets were definitely cuddly, they were affectionate too but they were definitely not small and furry!
We were sitting in her living room, the one with the portraits, where we were sipping a fine brandy. It was towards the end of my stay with her and my ‘recovery’ was all but complete. We had been chatting for sometime and I was saying how I would prefer it if Wendy could go up a couple of cup sizes with an arse to match.
“Would an E-cup suffice?” She asked with a smirk.
I nodded and agreed that it would.
“So you want her to become a submissive lipstick lesbian with a healthy attitude towards sex and a well upholstered body for you to play with whenever you feel the urge?” She chuckled.
I nodded again. “My dream-girl!”
She smiled and then rang for her maid without saying anything else. Gudrun came in a minute or too later with another girl tripping along behind her at the end of a slender white leather lead.
“Let me introduce Twinkle.” She said gesturing towards the buxom and almost naked twenty-something blonde.
A smiled at the girl who seemed to quiver. “Hi, Twinkle.”
The girl giggled and then looked down coyly but didn’t speak.
“Is she another of your servants?” I asked for I had met several during my stay.
“Hardly!” Lakshmi replied and after a pause, added. “Actually she is a pet.”
“But... But... She’s a person! A girl!” She was the first human pet that I encountered and the concept took me by surprise.
Lakshmi shrugged. “Many species of animal are easily domesticated: Homo sapiens is no exception. Actually they make good pets, once broken in and conditioned. The only drawback is their size—you need plenty of space for such a big animal.”
“But,” I repeated myself, “she’s... A girl!”
“Umm, technically, yes, she is, but she’s been trained, conditioned and cured of her many bad habits so now she is more ‘human animal’ than ‘human being’.” Dr Gupta explained patiently.
A pet girl! How deliciously exotic was that? I couldn’t help myself, I should have been shocked but I wasn’t. I was intrigued by the very idea itself. “Bad habits?” I asked.
“Speaking... Thinking... Heterosexuality... Menstruation... Independence... Inconvenient little things like that.” She explained and then added. “Actually Twinkle, here, is my pet hucow.”
“Pet what?” I asked, somewhat bemused by the plump naked young woman at the end of the lead. Well I say ‘naked’... She wasn’t quite as she was wearing black ankle boots with six-inch heels, a pair of backless black silk panties that left her cheeks and arsehole in full view and a skimpy matching peek-a-boo bra through which her distended nipples and puffy areolae protruded. These contrasted with her ash blonde hair and pale skin producing an erotic vision of femininity quite unlike anything that I had previously encountered. I suddenly realised that my pussy was wet with arousal and that Twinkle was turning me on.
“A hucow... A human cow... Ah! The concept is new to you?” Lakshmi said and when I nodded she turned to her Maid. “Please demonstrate, Gudrun.”
The maid nodded and then reached across to cover one of Twinkle’s puffy nipples with her hand. She squeezed it gently a couple of times and as I watched, milk dripped out between her fingers.
“As you can see, she’s lactating. In fact she’s very productive and has to be milked several times a day—an experience that she loves, by the way.” Lakshmi explained. “Breast milk is valuable, too—at least 1 an ounce!”
“You sell her milk?” A asked in astonishment,
“Umm, not all of it,” she purred, “what do you think you think you’ve been putting in you tea and coffee?”
I didn’t answer but Lakshmi could see that I was intrigued and couldn’t take my eyes off her pet.
“She’s gorgeous.” I itted eventually but then something else dawned on me. Surely she isn’t suggesting that I ask her to turn Wendy into a hucow? I thought and tried not to imagine my darling similarly clad and on the end of a lead. No, there has to be something else.
“Lakshmi, why are you showing her to me?” I asked quietly, trying to get the image of Hucow Wendy out of my mind’s eye.
She smiled. “Oh several reasons, but the main one is to illustrate a suggestion that I am about to make.”
The smile became almost a leer and she continued. “Place your hand over her pussy and rub it gently.”
I must have looked more than a little surprised as I stood there hesitating: I’d only just met the girl but now I was expected to touch her up.
“Humour me and do it... Honestly—she won’t mind.” Lakshmi urged.
And I did, I reached across and cupped Twinkle’s mound with my right hand, every fold and contour being obvious through the gossamer thin black silk panties. As I rubbed and fondled gently the effect was instantaneous as she shuddered and sighed with pleasure, pressing herself against my fingers as she did so.
“Now slip your hand into her panties and do the same thing.” Lakshmi continued.
I did as I was told and the response was, if anything, much more intense as she was now quivering and making a ‘mewling’ noise.
“Now push a couple of fingers up into her pussy.” I was instructed.
Again I obeyed, or rather tried too! After I had scarcely got past more than the first t of both fingers into her than she froze, yelped in displeasure and pulled my hand out of her panties. I was horrified. “I didn’t mean to hurt her!”
“Don’t worry, you didn’t!” Lakshmi chuckled and then continued. “Now get one of your fingers really wet and then insert it into her arsehole... Don’t worry, she’s had an enema so she’s clean.”
Puzzled, I obeyed: I sucked my index finger, which tasted delightfully of Twinkle’s juices, and slipped it into her back age which it entered with very little resistance.
Again the reaction was instantaneous... She quivered all over, made her little ‘mewling sounds’ and pressed herself down against my hand. Then, without thinking, I began to slide my finger in and out of her unresisting arsehole—which she was clearly loving.
Puzzled, I turned to Lakshmi. “What just happened?”
She watched me finger-fuck her pet for a few seconds before answering. “You how I said that it could take three or more months to completely turn Wendy?”
I nodded and carried on playing with Twinkle’s arsehole.
“Well there’s a shortcut... It’s possible to speed things up. Twinkle, here, was at med school when I acquired her. She was in serious trouble for drug dealing when I offered her a way out—she took it as she thought that anything was better than prison. The snag was that she was straight—and I mean completely straight, or so she thought. Yet three weeks after I started to work on her she was exactly the opposite.” Lakshmi said quietly.
I was about to answer when Twinkle broke my concentration by orgasming rather noisily.
“I think you’ve got a new friend.” Lakshmi chuckled.
“Can you turn Wendy in just three weeks?” I asked as I slipped my finger out of the hucow.
“I can, but there’s a small price to pay. You see I conditioned Twinkle to be phobic and it was this that speeded up the process.” She said and then added. “I could do the same thing to Wendy, if you’re willing.”
This sounded promising. “What phobia does she have?”
She smiled. “There are two actually. The first one was Phallophobia.”
“What? She has a morbid fear of penises?” I asked.
“That and masculinity... It really made her much easier to turn. The second one however was the real key: Vaginal Genophobia. Once she was implanted with this then she almost turned herself.”
I frowned, I was a surgeon after all, phobias were well out side my area of expertise. “You’ll have to explain.”
“Very simple and crudely put,” Lakshmi gloated slightly, “I gave her a morbid fear of having her pussy fucked! Now imagine the effect that this would have on Wendy’s marriage.”
Well she was right about putting things crudely. Then I thought about what else she’d said and chuckled. Suddenly something struck me... Something had changed me, something really major, because the old me would not have found the idea of screwing up my bff’s marriage to be funny. I should have been appalled but I wasn’t. I thought about the strange dreams: the flashing pictures, the whispering voices. Where they really dreams?
I noticed that Lakshmi was watching me intently... What more could they have been? Suddenly I burst out laughing. The thought of Andy, Wendy’s husband, trying to fuck the unfuckable... That really was hilarious!