to their whim. I may be dressed as a Harem Girl, in billowing see-through pantaloons, silken slippers, a tight vest swelling over my massive breasts, and rings in my ears and nose. Or I may be dressed as a pagan savage, my skin darkened, copper bands around my neck, bracelets of animal teeth, and a matted loin cloth. Most often, I am Fifi, the frivolous submissive French Maid, in my short skirt, frilly undies and high heels, simpering and flirting with the guests as I serve them.

Since Roger is a Doctor, he is able to keep me well supplied with female hormones, depilatories, and skin treatments to keep me looking as feminine as possible. He also arranged to keep me mildly sedated during the early weeks of my stay while they played subliminal tapes in my sleep, reinforcing patterns of modesty, femininity, and obedience in my subconcious until I obeyed all their commands even the most humiliating and outrageous without hesitation, even smiling through my frustration and embarassment.

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Once that was accomplished, it was an easy matter for Dave, the Attorney, to arrange for my "voluntary" handing over of my business to various female managers who keep things running quite profitably in my absence. these women come over quite often to get my signature on various papers, and they always smile when they see me scampering about in the altogether, trying to hide myself behind ferns and potted plants to keep from being seen this way.

Recently there was a party to celebrate six straight months for Mavis on the "Top Ten Best-Seller" list, and Mavis insisted on showing me off for all her new friends. I was lavishly made up for the occassion, my long hair done up in pretty ringlets, my face and nails painted with precise artistry. I was also bound, with my arms behind my back in a long silk single mitten that forced my elbows together, thigh-length high-heeled leather boots, laced severely, a wide collar that forced me to hold my head up straight, and a breathtakingly tight corset, trimmed in white lace at the hips and under my breasts. Dressed like this, I had to go around to all the guests and tell them how much I adored serving them and how I wanted to be a naked woman-slave always.

that was when one of Mavis' friends, an avant-garde feminist filmmaker, got the idea for the videotapes. Mavis had told her about my private collection of embarassing moments, and she thought it would be a divine idea if

I recreated them on film. So, with some carefully matched sets, a little clever editing, and some expert makeup and camera trickery, it was done.

Now, as I huddle nude in my tiny artificial woods, with Roger, Dave and their friends spying on me through

the glass walls of my prison, I get to watch all my old favorite videotapes. Only there is a slight difference.

I am the lady streaker who gets lost. I am the girl who loses her clothes while skinny-dipping. I am the sunbather who helplessly watches as the trailer containing all her possessions is driven away. And I take the place of Hedy Lamarr, running bare-naked through woods and fields in search of my clothing.

I always cringe in embarassment at seeing myself this way, and it's even worse knowing that Mavis' friend has released this tape, known as "TV ECSTASY" on the underground market and that thousands have seen me capering about in the buff.

But the hardest part is the prologue Mavis added to my personal copy. As I watch the tape unwind, I hear her voice over the credits saying:

"Don't you look just ever so cute? See how big and bouncey that ass of yours is? You certainly do show it off, though! And those breasts! My, aren't you the Lucky One! After all, it's not every man who gets to live out his sexual fantasies! And you're going to get to live out yours again and again and again...."

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