Tina Carlyle opened the door to her home tiredly after a long hard week.

She enters her living room and takes off her coat dumping it on the couch. Usually, she loved her job. Performing and singing was her passion however like any job it had its good days, and it had its bad days. Today rehearsals with a new and highly demanding dance choreographer had left her shattered. She sits down in an overstuffed chair and takes off her shoes massaging her feet slightly. Stanley mentioned he had to work late but Tina suspected that this was just a lie. Things between them had started out great. He was nice, funny and attentive. He listened to her, respected her opinions and thoughts unlike most men who just saw her as a pretty dumb blond but lately something was wrong. His insecure nature and lack of confidence was beginning to grate on her. He seemed to have an idea that she was too good for him and Tina was becoming annoyed at having to reassure him that he was wrong. Honestly, she felt like tearing her hair out at times. She could feel herself getting annoyed at just the idea of it and she leans back and closes her eyes to calm herself. It is very quiet. This is bliss for Tina after the week she has had. Soon she will get up and cook some dinner, pay some bills, watch tv but for now she just wants to rest. Just for a moment.

The phone rings so loudly it makes her jump. She grunts in frustration as she picks it up and answers it. "Hello ... Oh, hi Mom. Yes ... yes. Everything's fine. No ... nothing… Yes, I know I said I would call but I just came into the flat it's been a busy week ... I am ... I will ... I can't ... I am going to be busy due to the club that's why Mom… Yes, I am still working there… I know but it's under a new management now! No guns allowed I promise! … Everything's fine ...! All right. I'll talk to you tomorrow ... I promise. 'Bye."

Tina hangs up the phone, leans her head back and closes her eyes again. She breathes in and out finally having the chance to relax after a very long week at work. She turned to the side and saw the Mask lying on her coffee table. They had been forced to keep the mask after Stanley's best friend Charlie had tried to retrieve the mask from the sea in which Stanley had thrown it. Realising how dangerous it could be falling into the wrong hands Stanley had kept it while trying to destroy it once and for all. Stanley must have taken it from the locked box he kept it in, probably in another attempt to get rid of it. So far setting it on fire, trying to chop it up with a chainsaw and throwing it out the window many times hadn't worked. The mask just kept coming back.

Her experience with the Mask told her that she shouldn't even consider what she was considering… The mask persona when being used by Stanley was one of a grinning, bizarre, wacky trickster with an energetic, hyperactive, zany, and wild personality. However, while taking over Dorian he became a bulkier and more intimidating version of himself. The point is it was clear that wearing the mask was unpredictable and very risky… and certainly not something she should even be thinking about… not one bit.

Biting her lip nervously Tina moved the mask closer and closer to her face until it shimmer with green just inches from her face. Suddenly the mask seemed to be make the decision for her almost leaping out of her hands onto her face. Tina jumped back but it was too late it was attached to face. She tried to scream but nothing can out as the mask began to mould and alter it's shape to match her face. She frantically reached for something to hold with her hands, but nothing could stop her from spinning around like an uncontrollable tornado crashing into and knocking over random pieces of furniture.

Finally, after spinning round several times around the room Tina came screeching to a stop. "Now that this is what I call a makeover!" She remarked sultry as she saw her reflection in a mirror.

While Tina was never considered nothing less than beautiful now, she was hot enough to stop traffic. Her lips were now a ruby red that required no lipstick, and her skin was smooth and supple. Her hair was thicker and longer tied up in a ponytail. Her eyelashes were slightly longer and naturally thicker, and her entire body seemed a tighter, a firmer, and even curvier. That especially was in regard to her breasts. While they had always seemed to get the male's attention now, they definitely seemed to be getting bigger. She was straining against her dress, and the stiff points of her nipples told all that she was not wearing anything underneath. It was quite spectacular. The dress itself was a skin-tight yellow with a more than generous plunging V neck along with the shortest hem she had ever seen. A little bend over and it rode up displaying her firm heart shaped ass. The dress clung to her like a second skin, curving down her body giving her a slinky, curvy appearance. The dress was mostly backless, save for a few strips of yellow that crisscrossed about her, holding the material close to her bosom. The cut of the fabric was such that it was bare against most of her back and the side of her waist. The combination of skin and smooth yellow satin was an incredible sight. She shivered a little as she looked at herself in the mirror. A quick pinch of her nipple had her groaning with need revealing that she was so much more sensitive.

She gave the mirror a sultry pose. *Oh yeah, I'm looking gooood* she thought. *Stanley will love this. * She was certainly looking like something the average man would go crazy for… even a blind man! This was just the kind of fun they needed. A way of getting back to fun, thrilling time they had met in. She looked around the room with a frown. It was messy, cluttered and not very romantic. This would not do at all she decided and spun round the room many times in a tornado before stopping to a halt and looking around with a smile.

She'd cleaned and tidied every surface, placing candles anywhere she could and picked up clothes from the floor, putting them away in their respective drawers or in the closet. She had even changed the covers for the bed to dark red quilt and pillow covers would coincide better with the atmosphere she was trying to build rather than Stanley's Tex Avery ones. The lights were off, but the room was lit with candlelight provided an inviting, sensual atmosphere. Much better.

Grinning to herself this was going to be fun.

XXXXXXX

As Stanley Ipkiss trudged wearily up the stairs to his apartment, he wondered again how he'd managed to get suckered into working a double shift at the bank. He sure as hell knew he wasn't doing it again in a hurry, extra money or not. All he wanted to do when he got home was grab a something to eat, sit down, chat to Tina and watch some cartoons on the TV. Not even necessarily in that order or even maybe all at the same time. He sighed as he got to the door. Things between him and Tina were not perfect, and he knew it was mostly his fault. He simply could not accept that someone so pretty would be interested in him. What did have to offer? He wasn't as carefree or as fun as he was with the mask. He spent much of his time with Tina expecting and waiting for her to dump him. It would happen soon he knew that much, yeah, any day now, any minute in fact.

He unlocked his door and pushed it open. Once inside he flicked the light switch. The light didn't come on. "OK. It's definitely one of those days," he muttered, stepping forward carefully "Must be the fuse again. Or the bulb or maybe just my crappy luck."

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, looking around with wide eyes. The lights were shut off, but thousands of candles had been arranged around the living room and across the island in the kitchen. This was *his* apartment, wasn't it? He was pretty sure; he didn't own that many candles or any candles for that matter. However, he had to admit that it looked kinda nice. He sniffed lightly and smelled the musky scent of Poeme, her perfume of choice. There was a trail of rose petals leading from the door to the bed and the couch.

"What's going on?" he called out. He slid his jacket off and put it in the front closet, then moved around to the middle of his small apartment looking around for Tina. His breath caught in his through when she emerged from their bathroom, clad in a short, skin-tight yellow dress that clung to her now even more amazing curves wrapped around her little body, allowing him a tantalizing view of most everything she had. But it was the green on her face that caught his attention. "Oh god Tina!" He cried in horror. "What happened?"

"Just decided on a little make over Stanley!" Tina announced happily. "So, you can stop looking at me like you are watching a horror film and close your mouth!"

Stanley quickly closed his gaping mouth. "But I thought we agree!" He stampeded looking at her in awe and shock. "That we would never use the mask again!"

"No, we agreed 'you' would never use the mask again," Tina's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You and I never said anything about me!"

Stanley could barely look at her in the eye as he kept staring at her breasts that thanks to the mask had reached proportions that couldn't exist without a severe surgery habit. Yet they looked completely natural and gravity defying. He could make out the faint line of her biceps in her very tight dress. Tina started slowly walking towards him very much stalking him and he back pedalled. "But this isn't natural Tina! This is wrong! This is…"

"Oh, Stanley stop being such a square!" Tina exclaimed cutting him off and rolling her eyes. Like literally rolling her eyes like a cartoon character. "I'm just trying to have some fun, put a little spice back into our relationship, add a little fire, restart the engine. That's all!" Stanley fell back on the couch and Tina brought her leg up to rest on the coffee table next to him. Stanley gulped at the amount of bare thigh that was on display in front of him and from his position he could see that Tina was not wearing anything under the dress.

"Do you want this body?" Tina or whatever she had now asked him wantonly.

Stanley raised an eyebrow at her swallowing hard. "Is this a trick question?" He asked weakly.

She leaned to him close there was barely space for a paper between them. He could feel her breath on him. "Take me now" she dared him. Tina pulls him towards her with considerable strength that she should not have and in beat kissing him with supernatural lust. She growled and kissed him roughly pinning his head against hers forcing her tongue in his mouth.

"This is wrong," Stanley muttered to her as he kissed and licked her neck. Nevertheless, he slide his hands along her body, caressing her ass. He sucked on her neck enjoying the taste of her skin and smell of her scent. Tina's skin tasted of strawberries and he guessed it was because of the mask.

Tina purred as she loved feeling his body on her, undoing his tie and pushing it off. "But so good." She gasped. Smiling seductively, she pressed herself up against him, bringing one leg up and rubbing it against his thigh. "You're gonna cum so hard you'll think you'll never get it up again," she purred into his ear. Then with a spin round like he was in a hurricane he found himself on the bed naked and Tina standing before him. Tina gave him a slow smile and with a small flick of her wrist her dress pulled at her at feet. Stanley's eyes nearly fell out of his face as he looked at her stunned. Her body was a work of art. He would have never complained about Tina's body before but now he couldn't help but appreciate her sudden… make over.

Whatever sanity he had left escaped him when she fell to her knees, gently prying his thighs apart, making space for herself. His cock absolutely throbbed in anticipation.

Her head rose to capture the look on his face, her hands massaging his thighs, her breath hovering just over the head of his aching cock, now weeping trickles as if calling out to her. "There are so many sinfully sexy, naughty, make-your-toes-curl kind of things I want to say to you, but I'm going to keep it simple and just suck your cock really good. Okay?"

His fragile voice quivered and shook like a cornfield scarecrow in the eye of a tornado. "Whatever works for you, honey." And with that she kissed the sensitive head of his shaft, then used one long lick from base to tip, before engulfing it in the burning heat of her mouth.

"Oh god..." he whimpered as a slave to his master, hands clenching at the bed sheets. His voice made an indecipherable growl of pleasure as he struggled to contain himself.

Velvety smooth and so hard, the taste isn't even registered as she began to softly nurse the tip of his cock, loving the way his hips tensed and the muscles of his thighs shook. Then quietly and so very slowly, she began to take more of him into her mouth, sliding her lips up and down his hardness. She pulled hard on his cock, sucking him deep into her mouth, smiling when she felt his head bump the back of her throat.

Stanley groaned, his hands clenching the sheets and balling them up in his fists. He'd never been deep throated before. Delirious. A blow job surely from the Gods. His heart refused to slow, in time with her non-stop assault on his senses. She inhaling him so hard and the fact that he can hear it is fast driving him toward the edge. He can feel that growing tension coiling like a rattle snake ready to strike, and finally, at the end, she twisted his cock one last time while sucking hard on the tip. His eruption came in the form of several hard bursts of hot cum, and she swallowed unconsciously, thinking nothing at all of the flavour, but of the completely broken man she's conquered for all time. The power. The mastery. She revelled in it. The way his thighs shuddered, his heavy breathing 'opening-night on Broadway' applauded her glorious efforts.

Gasping in shock of her and her actions Stanley barely had the strength to open his eyes and look at her. One strand of blonde hair fell sensually over Tina's green face. "I'm not done with you yet," she said, and drew his mouth to hers. Tina was acutely aware of the fact that Stanley was still uncertain and was doing her best not to ravage the banker like she wanted to or like earlier. Her patience was rewarded he began to grow in confidence kissing her back and tasting her tongue. He looked into Tina's lustful eyes and hesitantly raised his hand to her breasts

Stanley ran his hands over Tina's breasts, causing the nightclub dancer to shudder and whimper loudly as incredible flashes of pleasure shot through her. Her large nipples, now at least as wide as her thumb, were hard in an instant. Stanley licked her nipple, and softly sucked on it. Tina began to rock her hips, and her knees buckled as an orgasmic tremor washed through her. He felt the strangest sensation as he sucked on her breasts and... Stanley swallowed.

"What the hell?" he said looking up at Tina in shock, smacking his lips.

"Delicious right?" Tina replied smiling breathlessly. "When I cum, my tits get in on the action now too," she declared happily. "It's very tasty, and good for you too. Builds strong bones and healthy immune systems."

He couldn't resist. He plunged his lips down to hers, kissing her furiously. She responded with equal ferocity, her free hand grasping the back of his head, her fingers swimming through his hair. With a renewed strength his cock grew, filling with blood. Her hand reached for him, squeezing him hard, pumping up and down his shaft. "I want you again." Tina moaned

"Then take me. I'm yours," he gasped, and she smiled down at him

Tina felt him underneath her and grasped his cock. "You're in for the experience of your life," she said as she pointed his cock upward. She looked straight ahead at Stanley before slipping down it slowly.

He moaned. "Oh, God, Tina," he sighed as she lowered her pussy to his hard cock. He let out a groan as she slid down him. She was so incredibly tight and warm. Tina kissed Stanley passionately as she ground against him moaning, and rubbing her titties, loving the way they felt. Stanley could barely believe how good she felt around his cock, it was like she was a vice tight around him milking him with each muscle contraction.

Building to listen to his instincts he became to thrust upwards into her. No shy flower now, Tina responded in kind, answering thrust with parry, catching his lower lip between her teeth, suckling on it, making him gasp-for her. She gasped lustfully as his hands moved against her firm breasts. "That's more like it," she cooed, mussing his hair with her fingertips and pulled him closer to her. Their bodies ground slowly together on his bed. The pair undulated in rhythm, gaining pace and friction, groaning each time their bodies smacked together.

"Tina," he gasped. "I'm going to cum." He cried trying to pull out, but she grabbed him to hold him steady and keep him under her.

"Not an issue Stanley," she sighed in a state of bliss. "Thanks to the mask I'm on the pill! Fill me up big boy!" And with that he came into her hot, welcoming core as it was too much, too hot, too good for him to stand. Her own orgasm was close. She could feel it building deep and powerful inside. She closed her eyes. Her whole body quivered in anticipation. Suddenly Tina arched and ground into him, and Stanley felt her shudder and tighten around his cock, signalling her climax and her breasts spurted a delicious white liquid with her orgasm. Feeling her vaginal walls pulling all around him was a mind-numbing experience Stanley prayed would last forever. She gasped headily as she came down from the high and smiled contentedly.

She looked down at him and he stared back up at her in awe. With a flash and another tornado like spin Stanley found himself now tied up to the bed. He was handcuffed to it via his hands and feet spread out over it. He would have said something about it, but his mouth was now stuffed with a gag ball. Tina herself was changed too now wearing a tight leather bodice and pants with thigh-high stiletto heels and darker make up over her green face.

"Hope you don't mind Stanley, but I think I want to continue exploring my wild side for just a little longer… maybe even the whole night." She winked at him as she cracked a whip on his side, and he winced jumping at the contract.

Stanley's eyes were wide as saucers as he could watch as his dominatrix, mask wearing girlfriend took him to new heights of pleasure and pain.