We were having fun moving our bodies to the music, grinding against each other and sneaking the occasional naughty touch. She was turning me on, but s...e clearly wanted something besides my fingers in her cunt tonight. Anna whispered in my ear, "Look at those guys - they're so hot." I looked in the indicated direction and saw two cute guys, both well built, wearing jeans and Abercrombie polo shirts. The taller of the two had a classic surfer's look about him, with short blonde hair and tanned. I hope thisinspires more writers to write stories like this and hope that my firsttime isn't so bad. I know I'm not the best writer, but I'd like to thinkI have an imagination, and maybe someone could tighten up the edges,making this a better piece of work.I initially wanted a story that would involve a clothing transformation,or a forced "crossdressing," where clothes come to life and eithertransform the individual into the opposite sex, or keep them the samesex, but alter them physically. It looked identical to Banar's except his was a rich golden color."This mean I have no master?" she asked hopefully."No," he said, dashing her hope. "It means you aren't bound to anyone right now. Under the law you're still a slave; just the ownership may be in dispute."But that won't last long," he continued. "The first person who comes along with the proper equipment can do the ritual and you'll be theirs till they get rid of you. That's what Lady Deimie was talking about; you get to choose. " She barked. She rarely called me anything but Steve when we were alone, and I knew I was in for a painful time. I rushed into the 'workroom' where the 'toys' were kept. Stripping my clothes off as I went, I locked myself into the frame and waited nervously. Melissa designed the frame. It's a little complicated to describe in a few words, but basically it's a rectangular series of stainless steel tubing, which can be positioned to give maximum access to the captive body. To lock myself in it.