I had been a closet crossdresser for most of my life. Ever since the first time I had stolen a pair of my mother’s panties and jerked off with them I became obsessed with female clothing. I loved it all, panties, skirts, blouses, dresses, heels, the more girlie the better. Satin items were my favorite! I just loved the feeling the soft, silky material sliding across my skin. By the time I was 18, I had a whole chest filled with female frillies. I used to wait till late at night when both my sister and mother had gone to sleep, and then I would get all dressed up for a nice wanking session. I would put on stockings and my garter belt. Then I would slide a nice pair of sating panties up my legs after tucking my “package” away. Next would be a lacy padded bra to give me the illusion of some titties. A nice mini-skirt and satin blouse for that slutty secretary look, and then the outfit would get topped off with a nice pair of black heels.
Once I was all dressed I would hop on the internet and go cruising around various Crossdressing and Tranny websites until my clitty was so hard I couldn’t stand it. I would pull it out and jerk off furiously until I sprayed my cum into my other hand. For a while, I would just wipe it off my hand with a napkin or some toilet paper, but eventually, I started to lick my juices off my hand. Cum tasted so delicious to me that I even started to jerk off in the middle of the day without getting dressed just so I could have a tasty treat.
Strong women to keep you in line near
When I graduated from High School and moved on to College I decided to live off-campus so I wouldn’t have to deal with a pesky roommate, leaving me free to dress whenever I wanted. My first semester went well since I was living off my summer savings and didn’t have to work while enrolled, however by the time the second semester rolled around my savings was almost empty. So I started looking around town for a decent part-time job that would still allow me to focus on my studies.
After about 2 weeks of looking, I realized the flaw in my plan. Most of the part-time jobs had already been snatched up by other students during the first semester of the year. The only part-time job I had been able to find was an overnight clerk position at the only “Adult Bookstore” in town. I didn’t really want to take the job as it was the overnight shift meaning I would then have to stay awake to go to class and the find time to sleep after class but before my shift would start at 11:00 pm. That didn’t exactly leave me with a lot of time to get my school work done. Also not to mention that part of the overnight’s job was to clean up the video booths in the back. While I wasn’t opposed to doing it, it wasn’t exactly something I was chomping at the bit to do. However, since it was the only job I was able to find I took it. After two weeks I figured out that it didn’t get that busy between 3am-7am and I would be able to get some of my school work done during that time.
At first it wasn’t that big of a deal, sure I was tired during class, but I was able to keep my off-campus apartment and occasionally spend time in my girly clothes so I was happy. As the semester wore on though, the school work got more and more demanding, and I was having less and less time between getting my school work done and getting to my job to dress up. Soon I was not only worn out from all the work, but I was sexually frustrated on top of it, which was really defeating the whole point of having a job in the first place. That is when I got the brilliant idea to start bringing some of my clothes with me to work.
I would put on my stockings, garter, and panties while getting ready to go to work, but on top of that I would wear my “normal” clothes. In my backpack, I would stuff my blouse, skirt, panties, and heels. I would stay in my “normal” clothes until about 2:45 am that way the customers wouldn’t be freaked out by the new “girl” doing overnights. Then I would duck into one of the booths in back, throw on my blouse and skirt, slide my fuck me pumps onto my feet, and then teeter my way back to the counter to start nightly cleaning of the store.
I would teeter around on my heels dusting the displays and sweeping and mopping the floor. If anyone came in I would tell them that I was Candy, owner’s eldest daughter and that I was just covering for a week while the normal clerk was on vacation, not that it happened a lot.
Once the front end of the store had been cleaned I would go back into one of the booths for a little personal time with my clitty. Since I worked at the store not only did I have control of what was available to watch in the booths, but I also didn’t have to feed quarters into the machine, I could just set it to play on a loop. I would always find the nastiest tranny porn the store had, put it in the player, I would then select the option to have it play in all the booths at once (this was a testing function to make sure there were no problems with the feed in any of the booths without having to have multiple films in the machine.) I did this so that the moans of pleasure coming from the “gurls” would echo around the back room making me almost foam at the mouth with lust. I would let the sounds wash over me, fully enveloping me, so I would be transported to a fantasy land where I would take the place of the “gurl” that was on the screen. Through the waves of sound I would become her, so that in my head, it was me taking those yummy cocks into my mouth. It would be my ass getting pounded by a nice long, thick, dick. I would grab my rock hard clitty and start pumping like there was no tomorrow. Soon enough I would spray my load all over the floor to mix in with all the other “deposits” that had been left throughout the day. I would then drop to my knees and then lick up my deposit and any others my questing tongue would come across.
Once my inner slut had been satisfied I would get the mop and bucket and clean out the rest of the stalls. Then usually around 6:30 I would change back into my “normal” clothes before the morning clerk would come in and relieve me.
Now we don’t “allow” sex in the back, but we don’t exactly discourage it either. I mean one of the booths had glory holes in both it’s walls. I had asked the owner about it when I first got hired. He had said that even if they don’t get used, the simple fact that they are there brings in more customers, on the off chance they might get to use it. He then went on to explain that while we don’t allow couples into the booths together, we do let customers use the glory holes as long as they don’t make too much noise. Wanna take a guess as to which booth I always took my “personal” break-in?
With all ten booths playing at once it is quite loud in back, which is probably why I hadn’t heard him enter that night. While I was wildly jerking off in fantasy fuck land, he must have entered the booth next to mine and heard me moaning. Just as I started to spray my load all over the floor I heard him start to clap. “That was amazingly sexy you slut. Watching you play with your sissy clitty got my cock nice and hard. Why don’t you get on your slut knees and help relieve the pressure YOU caused.” and with that, a 8 inch cock slid through the glory hole.
Part of me wanted to bolt out of the booth, but another part of me couldn’t help but stare at the wonderful piece of man meat. I had never seen another man’s dick in person, and I couldn’t help but salivate like one of Pavlov’s dogs while looking at it.
“What are you waiting for you cock tease? Don’t you want this nice hard cock in your sissy mouth? If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m just gonna kick in the door and rape your slutty ass, get those cocksucking lips on my cock NOW!” he yelled to be heard over the sound of hardcore tranny sex.
I couldn’t help it, the way he was talking to me fully awakened my inner slut. I sank to my knees in front of the glory hole and began to lick his cock like it was the best tasting ice cream cone I had ever had in my life. I ran my tongue all the way from his piss hole to the base of his shaft and back again. As I was swirling my tongue around his beautiful cock head I felt my clitty start to harden again. “Oh my god” I thought “Sucking this stranger’s cock has got my clitty hard enough to spurt again. What is wrong with me? Why does this feel so fucking good?”
While I was still licking the head of his cock I heard him say “Tony was right you are a grade-A slut. That’s right sissy the owner told me about you. Bet you didn’t know that he could tape into the security camera’s from at home. He has known about your little kinky “hobby” for the last couple of weeks. At first, he was pissed, so pissed in fact that he was gonna fire your fucking faggot ass, but then he got to thinking. He figured if he could turn you full on faggot, he might be able to draw in some more late-night customers by locking your ass in this booth and making you service the punters that pay for the booths next to you. That is where I come in. You see I specialize it turning little fags into full on sissy cum sluts. When I’m done with you, you will be the best fucking cock slut on the planet. Now stop teasing me with that velvety tongue and fucking start sucking whore!”
I couldn’t help myself, the more and more he talked the more turned on I got. I was so fucking hot that I didn’t even care anymore, I just had to get off again. I slowly took his head into my mouth. As I worked my way down his shaft and back up again I felt even more blood flow into my clitty. It was so hard now it almost hurt.
I kept working his cock over with my mouth, gradually picking up my pace. “Oh that’s it you fucking faggot. Yeah suck that fucking cock. You love sliding my man meat in between those slutty lips. I bet that you little sissy clitty is hard from servicing a real cock isn’t it slut? Yeah bitch, make me shoot my fucking cum down your throat. You know you want it, don’t you, you little cum dump?” The more he degraded me the faster I bobbed up and down and his dick. Soon I looked like a piston slamming up and down on his rod. “Oh god slut get ready. I’m gonna cum down your fucking throat. You had better swallow it all, HERE IT COMES YOU FAG!”
His cock twitched inside my mouth and hot man juice began to flood my mouth. Spurt after spurt flowed into my mouth and down my throat. With each shot of his cum, my own pleasure increased until I screamed out in orgasm, letting his dick slide out of my mouth and sending his last few spurts all over my face. I slid down the wall and just laid there in a pool of my own cum. That had been the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I hadn’t even touched myself.
As I laid there trying to recover from that mind bending orgasm, I saw him withdraw his cock from the hole. My mind was still floating in the post orgasm fog when about a minute later the door to my booth opened up and he stared down at me with a needle in his hand. Still panting I meekly tried to sit up and scurry away from him, but I my body was still bogged down in post orgasmic bliss, and I was too uncoordinated. He quickly stepped over me and stuck the needle into the meat of my arm. As he pressed the plunger down, he looked at me and smiled “When you wake up, you will be a completely different person, say goodbye to Rob the closet crossdresser, and say hello to Candy Cumdump.”
When I woke up I was in a large 4-post bed covered by luxurious pink satin sheets. My head was pounding so hard it felt like it had been through a rock tumbler. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted that decision as the bright sun pierced right through my skull and made the pounding much worse. I reflexively slammed my eyelids shut again and tried to curl up into the fetal position, which is when I made my next discovery.
I was tightly bound spread eagle to the posts of the bed with silk ropes! Furthermore the satin sheet appeared to be tucked so into the bed so tightly that I could barely wiggle around, let alone curl up into the tight ball like I had reflexively tried to do. I was bound within a satin prison! The more I tried to struggle against my bonds and the sheets the more the satin caressed my body, which in turn sent blood rushing to my clitty.
I was still struggling against my bonds, when all of a sudden I felt my growing hard-on press into the plastic walls of what I assumed could only be a cock-cage. This really sent me into a panic. However the more I freaked out and tried to escape the more turned on I got from the satin, which just added to my frustration and panic. What a vicious circle I was trapped in.
Eventually the frustration just outright replaced the panic. The combination of my satin prison and my inability to get hard was driving me insane. Soon I didn’t even care about escaping from the satin, I just needed to get off.
After what seemed like hours I finally heard something other than the sounds of my own struggling. I slowly opened my eyes expecting to see my captor looking at me, which was, and wasn’t the case. What I had apparently heard was the monitor directly above my head turning on. Since it was the only other stimulation I had been exposed to besides my satin pleasure prison I couldn’t help but stare at it, and on the screen was the man from the porn shop.
“I hope you have been enjoying my little sissy mind breaking prison. It’s time to step up to the next level of your training.”
I felt something begin to push it’s way into my ass. It kept firmly pressing against my sphincter until it began to slid in. My eyes bulged out as it finally pushed itself all the way into what until moments ago had been my virgin ass. Once it was fully seated inside me I felt it start to pump some sort of liquid into me.
With the liquid came a warm rush of chemicals that spread throughout my body, and suddenly all my physical sensations seemed to get amplified by a hundred. I couldn’t help but wiggle around even more as the feeling of the satin sliding across my body became truly unresistant torture.
“Ah it looks like that enema filled with Mdma is doing it’s job. You see slut I like my trainee’s completely mind broken before I even start their actual training. Between the frustration of not being able to get hard and the amplified body sensations from the Ecstasy it usually doesn’t take long, maybe a week at most before their minds shatter. A week is too long it seems for your former boss though, so I will be speeding up the process by adding in a constant stream of porn on the monitor here. Subliminals have been added to the sound from the porn to further speed up the mind breaking. You probably won’t make it more than 10 hours before your a drooling idiot just begging to be allowed to cum. Just to be on the safe side though I’m gonna leave you in there for the next two days. Have fun and say goodbye to the bright college kid you used to be.”
With that, his image was gone from the screen and in place was hot bitch in latex. She was wearing a black latex catsuit that looked like it had been painted on. Her make up was super trashy with lots of eyeshadow, and big red cocksucking lips. Her tits where so massive they looked like they might cause the catsuit to have a blowout. Completing the outfit was a pair of gorgeous six in fuck-me pumps. She began to dance and caress her body to the background techno beat.
After a few moments, the camera panned backward to reveal two men sitting on a leather couch watching the stunning bimbo rub herself all over. As they came on to the screen she strutted her way over to the couch and sank to her knees.
Using both hands she freed their cocks from their cotton prisons and began to jerk both of the men off. Once she had them nice and hard she began to give them alternating blow jobs. Their cocks were huge! The one on the right guy had to be a good 10 inches. The guy on the left was the smaller of the two at about 8 inches but he clearly had WAY more girth than the guy on the right.
After a few minutes of her sliding down one cock and then the other the man with the fat cock ordered the bitch to stand up and spread her legs. Once she had assumed the position he motioned the other man to go stand behind her. She leaned back into him as he began to maul her huge rack with his powerful hands, and her hands reached behind her back to continue to fondle his cock.
At this point, the other man reached for the crotch zipper in the catsuit and began to unzip it. Instead of revealing a sopping wet pussy, a small little cockette flopped out. It paled in comparison to the pieces of man meat on the guys, but was sexy in it’s own kinda way. He keeps undoing the zipper until it was completely unzipped and her cock and ass were totally exposed.
While the first man keeps manhandling her gorgeous tits, the other took her sweet little cockette into his mouth and began to suck her off. As he did this the satin sheet seemed to tighten down even harder against my body, and then it began to move from side to side on my body. It must have been attached to some sort of motor underneath the bed, because it was now liberally sliding back and forth about a foot and a half across my body all while keeping up what felt like a bone crushing amount of pressure. It was a much more intense sensation than my meek struggles had caused. Combined with the Ecstasy coursing through my system it would have made me cum on the spot, but that infernal cock-cage refused to let me even get hard.
Also when the sheet started to move I started to hear voices whispering in my ears. They kept whispering about wanting to be the “Gurl” in the movie. How nice it would be to have man catching tits like her’s. To have her soft full cocksucking lips, her padded bottom, her amazingly silky hair. It would be amazing to be a beautiful bimbo like her, not having to worry about anything other than attracting more cocks. That makeup is perfect for attracting cocks to suck on. To be free of inhibitions like her. To let men grope and fondle your body like her’s. It must feel amazing to be so obedient. To surrender all thoughts to the pleasure of your body. Letting go and becoming a creature of sexual pleasure.
Between the porn, the moving satin sheet, the drugs and every present voice I really was starting to lose my mind. I kept trying to form coherent thoughts, but every time the all out assualt on my sense knocked them loose. I was starting to experience sensory overload.
Suddenly the man on the screen stopped sucking her coquette and stood up. When he did that the sheet stopped moving. You would think that I would have been happy, but I was already so far gone that I started to cry in frustration.
I yelled out “Please god don’t stop! I need to cum! Just let me fucking cum and I will do whatever you want!” I was so caught up in my desperate need to cum that I didn’t notice what had been happening on the screen.
The man with the fat cock had stood up and grabbed what looked like a padded bar stool with cuffs attached to one set of its legs. He and the other man had bent the beautiful gurl over the stool and locked her hands into the cuffs. They then put a heavy rubber training collar around her neck that forced her to keep her head in such a position that her mouth was easily accessible. In fact, both of her holes were now easily accessible.
Once both men had resumed their respective positions the whispering voices drew my attention back to the screen. The man behind the gurl shoved all of his nice cock into her boipussy, and the man in front pushed his cock into her mouth. At the same time not only did the sheet start its assault but the plugin my ass that I had forgotten about started to pump in and out of my own boipussy.
“OH GOD! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I screamed out. Wave after wave of undeniable pleasure washed through me. My nerve endings were on fire. I felt my mind begin to crack into little pieces from the combined sensations of pleasure and the constant frustration of not being able to cum. So much cum had built up during the last 4 or 5 hours that it was just leaking out of my cock now. I was trapped in that satin prison with no escape, my boipussy was being rammed like there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow, all while being forced to watch this incredibly hot porno flick.
This is when the whispering voices pulled out all the stops. They stopped being generic statements and started to directly address me
“Candy likes to feel sexy. Candy wants to be the gurl on the screen. Candy loves to suck and fuck. Candy is an obedient sissy slut. Candy needs cum every day. Candy lives to please men. Pleasing men gives Candy pleasure. Candy loves making cocks hard. Candy needs cocks to be hard. Without hard cocks, Candy doesn’t get any cum. When Candy is an obedient slut she makes cocks hard. Cocks like a slut who follows commands. Candy wants to be the best slut ever.”
“Candy wants big fake tits. Big fake tits make cocks hard. Without hard cocks, Candy doesn’t get any cum. Candy needs cum every day. Candy loves to suck and fuck. Candy only cares about things that make cocks hard. Clothes, Make Up, and High Heels make cocks hard. Candy only cares about Clothes, Makeup, and High Heels. Clothes, Make Up, and High Heels make Candy feel sexy. Candy loves to feel sexy. Sexy sluts make cocks hard. Candy is a sexy slut. Sexy Sluts obey. Candy is a sexy slut”
On and on it went. Never stopping, just ramming these thoughts into my head. I couldn’t take it anymore. My mind shattered into a million little pieces and Rob disappeared forever. Desperate to fill the void my mind latched onto those voices. Slowly but surely they rebuilt my destroyed sense of self. The more and more they droned on the more and more I could visualize this sexy sissy. I could see her outline, her shape that classic hourglass figure. With each passing moment, she became clearer and clearer. Finally, as all three actors in the porno began to climax, the voices all simultaneously shouted out.
“YOU ARE CANDY CUMDUMP! YOU ARE THE BEST FUCKING SISSY SLUT ON THE PLANET!” and with that final statement echoing around in my skull as I passed out from sheer sensory overload, Candy Cumdump was born.
the message read. All of the confidence that Mark had regained after his relaxing shower quickly vanished due to a single text. How did she find out his private cell phone number? Who was this crazy woman?
3
I was flanked by three more women, equally as gorgeous as
my recent partner, and carried into a large bathroom
adjoining the bedroom. After being seated on a stool in the
bathtub, the women began to rub a lotion all over me. No
spot was left uncovered, all except my head, and a small
patch in the front above my groin. They worked it into a
lather, on my chest, arms, back, armpits, legs, and even in
the crack of my anus.
I was left in the shower alone, propped up against the wall
so as not to fall down, for what seemed like an hour. The
women returned and stood me up before turning the shower
head onto me, I felt the warm water run over my body, and
coupled with the hands wiping off my skin I became erect. I
heard murmured giggles coming from the girls. When finished
they each used a soft terrycloth towel to dry me, and two
of them followed that with a sweet smelling powder applied
with soft sponges. They led me back to the bed where one
girl managed to dress me. I was aroused the entire time,
and it was impossible to hide it.
The beautiful blonde vixen slid a pair of silk lace panties
over my erection. She then pulled out two pieces of peach
colored rubber, applied something to the edges, and pressed
them onto my hairless chest. I could feel the extra weight
of them instantly. She slid pink sheer panty hose up my
legs, followed by a garter belt, which she clasped to the
stockings. I felt something moving behind my back, she
pulled it out of the other side, or did she? Because it was
still there when she rolled me over with the help of
another girl.
I now felt the new mounds affixed to my chest pressing into
the bed, and the silky material of something covering my
stomach. The same silky material I felt on my back,
becoming tighter. I could feel a knee pressing into my back
as the new garment became tighter and tighter. I soon
struggled to breathe, and felt it necessary to take smaller
breaths. I felt her doing something near my shoulder
blades, and after being flipped over once again I realized
she was attaching straps when she clipped it to the front,
by my new tits. I could feel my erection being suppressed
by the tightness of the garter belt when I imagined what I
looked like. I heard one whisper to the other.
"I think she likes it!" I could barely make out.
Yes, I do, and if you would stop drugging me I could tell
you. I was arranged back on the bed in my sleeping position
with my hands were tied to the posts as well as my feet. I
felt the tightness of the constrictive clothing, taut yet
soft and supple against my smooth and hairless skin, and
slept.
4
I awoke to find the same girl who had made love to me
straddling me yet again, but this time she was running
something coarse across my face. I sat motionless as she
did, feeling stings every so often. She stopped, laid the
tool beside her, and began to rub a liquid all over my
face. I closed my eyes as she did, feeling her work my
eyelids as soon as I closed them. I then felt her pushing
at certain spots and then rubbing them down, followed by
another rub of liquid. She used her fingers to open my eye
and ran a cold liquid around the edge, and repeated it on
the other. I then felt her use a clamp on each lash,
followed by several minutes of brushing all over my lashes.
My forehead was pulled up above each eye and what felt like
a pencil was rubbed across each brow. The same feeling
could be felt around my lips. I felt her lift the brow
again and paint each lid with a cold creamy layer of
softness, followed by more brushing of my eyelashes. I then
felt a sting in my earlobe, and as soon as I felt my lips
being pressed on I opened my eyes to see a woman kneeling
by my other ear before feeling the same sting. She moved to
the other ear and wiped it with something cold while
playing with it as the blonde continued to rub my lips.
While the brunette fondled with my other ear the blonde
used a soft brush and ran it across my cheeks, forehead,
chin, and nose. They both rose.
"Close your eyes princess." I heard, and did.
I felt a fine mist coming from in front of me, covering my
face. I kept my eyes closed, and soon felt a brush
enveloping my face, with a sweet smelling powder. I felt
her knee come off the bed as she stood up from me.
"Now go to sleep princess. Today was a long day, but
tomorrow will be longer, you need your beauty sleep."
I felt a kiss on each cheek, the lights turned off, and the
door shut behind them. I wondered what in the hell they had
planned for me.
5
The sun creeping through the slit in the curtains brought
me out of my slumber. I raised my head as far as I could,
but could not go very far. I lay in the bed staring at the
ceiling, tasting the familiar taste of lipstick in my mouth
as if I had just kissed a woman, although I had worn it
once or twice. My lashes seemed thicker, fuller, and
longer. I felt the silkiness of the garments I wore, the
tautness of the girdle, or corset, whatever it was I wore.
I felt the new breasts poking me, heavy. I felt myself
growing in the confines of the panties and girdle; I needed
relief from the seemingly constant stiffness. I heard the
door open and saw the same beautiful blonde leaning over
me. Her hair was up in curlers. She must have sensed my
longing, for she slid herself beneath the sheets and on top
of me.
"You like them I see," she said, while running her pink
foam roller filled head across me.
"You too, will soon be able to wear them." She said. I
wanted her to fuck me again, but she held back my advances,
and rose from the bed.
"I will get the girls and we will get started, you seem
eager to."
She said as she walked off. Soon she was back with the
others, and I was placed in a wheelchair and wheeled from
the room. I was taken down a hallway to an elevator where
we rode up several floors, and down another hallway to an
unbelievable room, a full service salon.
I was moved to another chair as they pulled a cape around
me, a rolling salon chair that reclined. I learned this as
I was wheeled over and placed against a backwash, where a
girl gave me a quick shampoo. She then wrapped my hair in a
towel and wheeled me to a mirrored wall with a salon
station set into it. My hair was brushed out and then up
before a clear gel was rubbed along my hairline. Two girls
then went to work on my hair, covering it with a smelly
paste. It burned my scalp in places. One then placed a
clear cap over my head and they went into another small
room off from the main salon.
I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed for the first
time how gorgeous I was. My face was flawless, and I saw
that my hair was already lighter under the plastic cap. One
of the brunettes returned and wheeled me over to the sink
where she removed my cap and leaned me back but just left
me there a minute before rinsing my hair, shampooing it,
rinsing it again, and covering it for the ride back to the
station. But she wheeled me over to a booth set against a
wall where another one sat waiting. My feet were propped up
in the bench across from me in the booth. Another girl
stood behind me and began brushing my hair, as I sat
wondering what color it was, and the girl across from me
was joined by another and they both filed my toenails. I
felt my head and hair being tugged on at the nape, and I
thought nothing of it until I realized she had worked her
way up. I felt her pulling, and poking my head, sometimes
painfully, although not much more hurt. The girls across
from me placed something between my toes and began to very
delicately work on them while they leaned in closer. I then
felt the girl above me tugging on the hair on my side, I
tried to peer back and saw nothing, she worked on it and
went to the other side. The girls now worked on my hands. I
watched as they filed them, glued on false ones, and
painted them in a pink shade. They placed my hands in a
small box and air blew over them, and it was then I saw the
hair falling around me, and it was blonde.
I felt it all being pulled back and my head felt heavier.
She worked in the front and around the bangs, all the while
pulling it straight back. The other two coated my nails
again, fingers and toes, and the girl behind me stopped her
incessant tugging with one final one pulling upwards and
picking my scalp several times. I was placed back into the
chair where I was wheeled to the dryers.
All three brushed my hair for ten minutes or more, and
after the most erotic sensation I had ever felt I was
placed under a dryer and it was turned on full blast. I sat
there seeing the pink stocking clad legs poking from the
pink vinyl cape, the long pink nails on my fingertips, and
I could barely see the blonde hair draping over me. One of
the girls came over and switched the dryer, and I soon felt
the cool air rushing over me. After several minutes of this
I was wheeled back to the sink, and my cape was pulled up,
my garter was removed and my panties were pulled down.
I watched as they daubed the hair color around my hardness,
covering my pubic hairs in the liquid. I was wheeled over
to the room they had in been earlier. A bar was in a
corner, a huge window opened onto the Cliffside that had a
small waterfall cascading down the face, a hot tub sat in
one corner and it sat inside and outside. The blonde woman
came in and pressed several buttons on the wall, a window
opened to reveal the outer portion of the hot tub, and the
growing dusk outdoors.
I was led up into the water with my hard on bulging, they
slid me in as not to get my corset wet and rubbed the
liquid off of my pubic area. I was relieved when they
pulled me out of the water and toweled me off. I noticed
the blonde shade of my hair now when they wheeled me back
and out of the salon. I was brought back to the pink room I
had slept in, and an IV was attached to my arm.
All four of them sat behind and beside me and twisted my
hair up into many braids. I could feel the braids bounce
off of me as they moved me around. I was laid back, and the
blonde kissed me intensely.
"Soon my princess, soon." She whispered into my ear.
After she rose she turned several knobs on the machine, and
walked away. Before the lights went out I noticed one of
the bags was labeled 'hormones'.
6
It felt as if I was awake, but I was not sure, I could be
dreaming, I thought. I felt a massaging on my chest, and my
rear was being massaged as well. I finally saw light
piercing my tired eyes. I saw the blonde sitting atop me,
rubbing my chest, while two others rubbed the hands across
my bottom. I felt my penis throbbing in the panties, and
they were summarily pulled down and the angelic blonde once
again slid onto me. I felt her suckle my breasts, and it
felt incredible, so real. I came as I felt the two
brunettes massage the inside of my anus, and passed out
from the sensory overload.
When I awoke I was in the elevator once again, and after
getting out on the same floor I was once again led into the
salon. I was back in the salon chair and having my hair
shampooed, but it now felt very heavy when it was wetted.
Two girls massaged my hair and rinsed it out before
wrapping a towel around it turban style. I was wheeled to
the mirror, and I became hard the instant my hair fell over
me. It was longer than two feet and the most beautiful
golden blonde. I watched as the blonde blew it dry, all the
while brushing it out. It felt so soft and light, and so
sexy.
"Oh princess, all of this stimulus and no relief! Now that
your hair is done lets get you dressed so we can play
again!" She said while wheeling me out of the salon and
into another room, which looked like a dressing room.
I was placed on a velvet couch, and all of my clothing was
removed. A girl came in with an armload of clothes and they
proceeded to dress me all in pink. Fishnet stockings, g
string, a garter to hide my excitement, a tight fitting
sheer baby doll with marabou trimming that hugged my figure
and breasts, and satin gloves all in a soft pink. I was put
back in the wheelchair and led to the elevator where this
time we went up instead of down. I was taken to another
room, this one huge and containing a bed that looked like
five put together, except it had a huge canopy draped in
white lace.
I was laid on the bed with my head barely on the edge. I
felt my hair being pulled straight atop my scalp, and then
it being twisted tightly. I was then raised and moved to
the pillowed portion, feeling the hair above me pointing
straight up. I was laid on the bed by the four women, and
the three brunettes left. The blonde climbed atop me,
pulling the large comforter over us. She removed my garter
and rubbed the tip of my penis with the wetness of herself.
I arched my back under the extreme pleasure, and she slid
herself down onto me, she felt like silk sliding me in and
out. I felt her rip the garment from my torso, and run her
tongue across my nipples. It felt so real, and when I
realized it was I came into her. She continued to ride me
while I contemplated my new breasts until her own orgasm
came. She purred while squeezing me inside of her, and
whispered:
"Tomorrow I will perm you my princess."
