Her sissy, her object, her wife
I don’t know if it was part of her master plan, or whether it was simply a germ of an idea that, over time, has evolved into a lifestyle. It is certainly a lifestyle that has turned the traditional male/female roles upside down. She controls the money; I do the laundry; she makes all the decisions; I simply obey; she wears the pants; I wear the skirts (or whatever she tells me to wear). I clean the house while she watches television, or does whatever she wants. If she wants something, she calls on me to get it for her. In short, I am the traditional “woman” in our marriage, and I must wait on her hand and foot (literally).
Strong women to keep you in line near
One day, I guess she recognized how my role had evolved and decided to formally emasculate me by forcing me to wear “sissy” underwear. From that point on she started calling me her wife, or her “Little Sissy”. Sometimes, she looks at me disdainfully and says “I wear the pants in this house”. She then adds with a laugh “You wear the panties. Don’t forget it my Little Sissy” And that was only the beginning. But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here.
In the bedroom, she makes the rules. She always has at least one orgasm. On the other hand, I am only occasionally allowed to cum. And, on the rare occasion that I am allowed to cum, she ensures that I lick up every drop. She wants no icky mess in the bed or on the floor, or anywhere (except on me sometimes).
Actually, it was in the bedroom that she started us on the path that lead to me becoming her “wife”.
I will wear a chastity device to show my love to you
When we were first married, we made love in the traditional vanilla way. Generally, with me on top, we seemed to make love all the time. In fact, looking back I guess we both had an insatiable sexual appetite. Then one day, after about 10 years of marriage, we had a serious conversation, and Fiona said that she was frightened that I would lose interest in her. For whatever, reason she was worried that I would start looking for a lover. I assured her that I love her and I would never do anything like that. It was a couple of days later that she dropped the bombshell. Fiona told me that her best friend’s husband had run off with a younger woman and that she was devastated. She then told me that she wanted me to wear a chastity device whenever I leave the house. At first, I laughed because I thought she was joking. I could see that she was annoyed at my response, so I reassuringly said “Look! Fiona, if you can find such a device, I’ll wear it any time you want, because I love you Fiona and if it will ease your mind then that’s fine with me.” Although I truly meant what I said, I didn’t fully appreciate what I was committing to, nor what it would lead to.
Sure enough, a couple of days later while I was drying off after my shower, she walked into the bathroom with the device in her hand. At first I didn’t even know what it was she was holding in her hand. She looked up at me, and smiled and said: “ are you ready for the chastity device?”
I guess she took me aback, and it must have shown on my face, because she smiled and said “You did promise”
I said “Sure go ahead, put it on if it will ease your mind”.
I guess it helped that I was quite small after my shower because it only took her a couple of seconds to slip it on and lock it in place. She then pulled me close to her and we shared a long sensual sexy kiss. It was the type of kiss that really gets me going. It always gives me a hard erection, and of course nature was trying to take its course, but the device was doing its job. Fiona, then laughed and quickly left me there in the bathroom trying to understand what was happening to me. I was as horny as hell but I couldn’t get erect because of the device. It was truly frustrating. After a couple of minutes, I gained some measure of composure and was able to pull myself together enough to wander nonchalantly into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, Fiona was dressed in her sexiest lingerie. She walked up to me smiling and pulled me to her, and we kissed again. This time it lasted longer, and our hands started to wander all over each other. Again, I was dealing with total frustration, and this time Fiona seemed determined to press every button I had to get me aroused. I felt her hand cupping my testicles, and then she started feeling the device. She then suddenly took a step backwards and looked at me. She laughed and said “That’s great! The device is working”. “Tell me about it” I responded. She then said: “I have one more request, and then you can go off to work.”
Challanged into denial
I said “Sure what do you want?”
She replied “There is one little sexual fantasy that I’ve had that you can satisfy right here and now.”
Well, now she really had my interest. I guess she’s going to take the damn contraption off me and we’re going to make love. Thank God I thought.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and she said. “I want you to get down on your hands and knees, and beg to go down on me”
She added “If you beg properly and sincerely, I’ll take the device off you tonight, and we’ll make love”.
I immediately dropped to my knees and said “Please Fiona may I go down on you. I’m begging you, please.”
With that she said “ it’s not bad for a start. You may crawl to me and remove my panties with your mouth, but keep your hands behind your back. At no time are your hands to touch me. Do you understand? If a hand so much as touches me there will be no lovemaking tonight.”
I thought to myself this is kind of strange, but who am I to question someone’s fantasy. I then started to crawl towards her. I could see that her panties were very wet from our kissing and petting. I tried to pull her panties down with my teeth, but of course it wasn’t possible to pull them off, and after a couple of minutes, and without thinking, I simply took both hands from behind my back and pulled them off, and Fiona also helped by wriggling out of them. She then pushed my head into her moist wet pussy, and I started to gently use my tongue on her. She was pulling my hair drawing me closer and she ordered me to probe with my tongue deep into her vagina. She then ordered me to suck on her clit. It wasn’t too long before she started to moan quietly. I realized that she was guiding and controlling my mouth and tongue by pulling my hair to guide my head and commanding me where, when, and how she wanted me to service her. Soon she came. It was unlike any orgasm she had enjoyed previously. I guess it was the first time she had been in total control.
After a couple of minutes, she looked at me and said “That was wonderful, Darling. Unfortunately, you disobeyed me. You touched me with your hands, so no sex tonight is your punishment. Now, you better give your face a bit of a wash and head off to work. We can talk tonight.”
Over the next couple of days, I realized that she was in fact taking over control of our sex life. I didn’t yet understand that it was more than our sex life that she was taking control of.
After the first two nights of chastity she told me that I had been a good boy and that I could cum. However, she said that I would have to allow her to tie me to the bed. Her rationale was that I could overpower her to get the key. By tying me to the bed she could go and get the key without fear of me following her. So I agreed to let her tie me up, and from that point on, bondage was a part of our lifestyle.
She had obviously planned this in advance because she produced some cuffs and chains, and before I knew it I was lying naked on my back with each arm attached to the top corners of the bed, and my feet tethered to the corners of the foot of the bed.
Some bondage will surely help me focus on her pleasure
After a couple of minutes she returned with the key, but instead of unlocking the device, she started teasing me. She started kissing me and running her hands all over me. She was driving me crazy. It was pure torture, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She then sat on my face and told me to kiss her pussy through her silk panties. Her panties were wet by now, and I felt her wetness on my chin as she sat on my face. After a couple of minutes, she removed her panties and then ordered me to use my tongue on her pussy. And just like the previous morning, she assumed total control of my tongue and mouth. I began to sense that she was using me like a sex toy. This time however, she stopped before she climaxed, and reached down and at last removed the chastity device. She then sat back on my face and began barking out orders on how I was to proceed servicing her. She began stroking my penis. I was almost instantly hard, and after the days of teasing and denial I was almost ready to ejaculate immediately. She then stopped touching me and told me to concentrate on her. She then got back to using my mouth and tongue on her pussy. I could hear from her moaning that she close to coming. But then she stopped, got off my face and moved over my still rock hard penis. She then gently lowered herself over my penis, drawing me deep into her vagina. I came within a whisker of ejaculating while she was sliding me into her very wet vagina. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Here’s the rules darling. I am going to come with you inside me. But, you are not allowed to cum while you are inside me. I want you to cum after I get off you. If you come while you are inside me you will be punished. Do you understand?” I mumbled “Yes Fiona”.
With that she started to move her hips on me, and she began bucking up and down, deliberately sliding up and down my shaft. I tried hard not to cum, but by the third stroke I shot my load. It was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. There was no doubt that days of denial made for a very intense orgasm. Meanwhile, she kept grinding and she came very soon after me.
After, a couple of minutes we both regained our composure. Foina laughed “One week of chastity is your punishment. Also, there’s one more thing that you will always do from now on”
She then got off me carefully and stood over my face and laughed “have some cream pie!”
With that she sat on my face and placed her pussy, dripping with my semen, over my mouth and said “Clean me! I don’t want one drop of that icky stuff left inside me when you’re finished. Do you understand?”
At that point, I didn’t know how I was going to last a whole week without sexual release. I certainly wasn’t going to risk making things worse. And for the first time in my life, I tasted what women around the World have been forced to taste since time immemorial, male ejaculate. In this case, it was my own. And at this stage I didn’t care, I had at last had an incredible sexual experience, and although I was now well and truly her sex slave, I was happy and content. I actually thanked her for the incredible experience, and I began licking her pussy clean, tasting the saltiness of my own ejaculate.
Setting the rules
So our new life together began. She became ever more sexy, and ever more unattainable. She started wearing the sexiest lingerie she could find. She also started wearing leather pants, and leather skirts, and silk blouses. After 10 years of marriage she knew how to push my buttons. She did all sorts of things to get me aroused sexually. Then she would leave me high and dry. She would promise me that I could cum if I did the washing, and the vacuuming, and the laundry. Before I knew it, I was doing all of the housework.
For the next few months I found myself adjusting to our new lifestyle. I have always loved my wife dearly, but now I found that I was falling ever more deeply in love with her. It is not something that I could rationalize, or explain. I guess love is strange, or at least it can be.
One day, while Fiona and I were enjoying a morning cup of coffee together, I asked her if she could explain why it is that I actually enjoy being denied any say in our sex life. I told her that I didn’t understand how I could possibly enjoy being kept in chastity. She smiled and said “It’s because you are submissive. It’s just a part of your nature, and it’s a part of your nature that I love, because I am dominant in nature. After all, you must admit that when I do let you cum, you really enjoy it. Don’t you?”
I smiled and said “Yes, you’re right. You have taken me to new heights that I never thought were possible.”
I then added “You know Fiona, I find that by being denied the opportunity to climax, I spend a lot of my day thinking of you. I picture your beautiful round bottom, or those breasts that I love to suck, or your pussy that I love to use my tongue and mouth on. In fact you haunt my mind, and I become totally enchanted by the thought of you. That’s why I end up doing whatever you ask of me.”
Fiona laughed and we embraced and started kissing, and without giving it a second thought, I picked Fiona up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. I then gently placed her on the bed, and we carried on kissing.
She then pulled away and looked at me and said “You realize that you are my sex slave.”
I smiled and said “Well I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess you’re right.”
She then said, “if you are my slave then you better start taking orders.”
I was a bit surprised by that comment, and I said “I thought I was doing a pretty good job at following your orders. After all, I am so desperate to cum, you know I will do anything that you ask.”
She then laughed “Anything!?” and I realized that I had walked into a bit of a trap, so I said “Well, I guess so, within reason.” She then looked at me quite earnestly and said “What do you mean by ‘Within reason’?”
I said “well, I mean I am not going to break the law, or hurt anyone, or do anything that’s dangerous.”
She then looked at me with a feigned hurt expression on her face and said “I am upset that you would even think that I would ask you to do anything that would break the law, or hurt anyone. After all, I am a lawyer”
“I’m sorry Fiona,” I replied, “I guess I was wrong to qualify my comment like that.”
She smiled and then said “so that means you’ll do anything I ask, right?”
I looked into her beautiful green eyes, and said “Of course Fiona, I have total and absolute trust in you, and I will do anything that you ask.”
She smiled and whispered, “It sounds like you are agreeing to be my slave.”
I realized that this was not a decision to take lightly, but I found the thought of being her slave absolutely enchanting and exciting. I gave her a kiss and said, “If you want me as your slave Fiona, it would be an honour.”
She smiled, and again we kissed. This time it was a long sensuous kiss. Our tongues gently explored each other’s mouths while our hands explored and caressed every erogenous area of flesh that we could find. I was, once again, starting to feel the frustrating sensation that had by now become all too familiar.
I expected that Fiona would very soon be asking me to go down on her, or perform some other sexual function that would result in her having an intense orgasm. But, to my surprise she pulled away and said “Now slave. I want you to remove all of your clothes right now.”
So like an obedient slave, I started to remove my clothes, and I put them in a neat pile on the bed. I was then a bit surprised when she went to the drawer and pulled out the cuffs and chains, and this time cuffed my hands in behind my back, and then cuffed my ankles, so that I could only walk by taking very short shuffle steps. She then gathered my clothes together and walked out of the room with them. I was hoping that she would return with the key to unlock the chastity device, but unfortunately, she came back empty handed.
At this point I was standing beside the bed with my hands tightly secured behind my back, and my ankles chained together. The only other item I was wearing was, of course, the chastity device. She stood in the doorway and seemed to be inspecting me, I could see her mind working. She then approached me and reached out and held my plastic encased penis in her hand and said “Poor Uncle John.” She then added “I guess as long as your hands are tied up behind your back there is no need to keep Uncle John incarcerated. Is there?” “Not at all.” I replied quickly.
She then marched out of the room and came back shortly afterward with the key in her hand. She then removed the device and started stroking my penis. To the surprise of neither of us, my penis responded to her gentle touch immediately. She started flicking my penis with her finger and she said “You know. Now that you are my slave, this penis belongs to me.” “It may be attached to your body, but otherwise it is really no different to any other sex toy that I have.” She then leaned forward and gave it a lick. She then drew it into her mouth and started sucking it. Inside a minute I was very high, and true to form, she stopped and walked away. I was totally frustrated, but at least this time I was able to enjoy having an erection, which is a sensation that was denied me while I was forced to wear the chastity device.
She came back a minute later and started to remove her clothes. She did it slowly and sensually, and from time to time she would interrupt the process to rub herself against my naked body, and stroke my penis. Finally, she removed her bra, and laughingly she hung it on my erect penis. She then went over to the chest of drawers, opened her lingerie drawer and took out a 3 feet long red cord. She walked toward me with a menacing smile on her face. She then smiled and said softly “It’s time for Uncle John to experience the joy of bondage.”
She removed the bra that she had left hanging on my erect penis and started stroking my shaft until I was close to cuming. It didn’t take long at all because I was very high before she even touched my penis. She then took the cord and started to tightly tie up my penis and scrotum. It wasn’t painful, but it was a bit uncomfortable. She had tied the cord tightly around the base of my penis, and then looped it around each testicle to separate them, finally winding it around the shaft and tying it securely just underneath the head of my penis.
Goddess is her name
She then pushed me back onto the bed and I lay there feeling completely helpless. I was lying on my back with my hands tied behind my back, my ankles were also bound, and now my penis was fully erect and very tightly bound. Never before had I felt so totally powerless. Fiona then got up on the bed and stood over me. She was naked except for her black panties which I could see were wet at the crotch. She looked down at me and said “Now slave, tell me exactly how you are feeling right at this moment.”
I felt that she probably already new the answer to the question but I replied anyway “I’m feeling extremely helpless Fiona. In fact, I have never felt so vulnerable in my life.”
She then said “Well slave, I have never before felt so powerful. I have complete and total power over you. You are my property. You are to serve me and make me happy. As my slave, you no longer have the right to call me Fiona. From now on you must call me Goddess, because from this point on I am your Goddess. Do you understand slave?” “Yes Goddess.”
I replied. She then continued “Now slave I am going to ‘Queen’ you. Do you know what that means, slave?”
“No Goddess. I have no idea” I replied. She smiled and said “I am going to sit on your face and use you to achieve sexual gratification. You are to use your mouth and tongue as I command. Do you understand slave?” Again I replied, “Yes Goddess.”
Now it was very strange because although I was feeling very vulnerable, I was also feeling highly aroused sexually. It is a response and sensation that I simply couldn’t make sense of, but happily, I didn’t dwell on it. I decided to just go with the flow and enjoy the experience of being a slave to this woman who had, through her intelligence and force of character, turned me into her slave and herself into my Goddess. As I was thinking these thoughts she lowered her wet panty-clad pussy onto my mouth. This time, however, she grabbed my head and pulled my head firmly into her bottom so that my nose was pushed into her anus, and my mouth was covered by her pussy. I was intoxicated by the sensation. The feel and the scent of her womanhood had me highly aroused and then I suddenly realized that I couldn’t breathe. A few seconds later I started moving my head in an attempt to get some air, but she held me firmly and I couldn’t move or do anything about it. I decided to relax and rely on her to not let me suffocate. After all, I had agreed to trust her. She then moved forward and allowed me to breathe through my nose. She then said “Remember slave, although I hold the power of life and death over you, you must always trust me to look after you.” She then removed her panties and she commanded me to suck her clit. By now I was an expert at sucking her clit. It had reached the point where I knew by every little movement of her hips exactly what was expected of me. Faster or slower, gentler or harder, I could suck her exactly as she wanted. In hindsight, it was the first thing that she had trained me to do. It didn’t take long before she came. It is probably because she was very high before she mounted my face, but she had a very intense orgasm. I felt my face being held in a vice-like grip between her thighs as she came. And she came in an explosion of feminine nectar that I found absolutely intoxicating and highly sensual. I continued to lick up her juices, and to my surprise, her hips started moving again as she had a second, very intense orgasm.
After a few minutes, she got off me and lay on her back on the bed, and just relaxed. It was about 10 minutes later that she finally spoke. She said “Well slave you did well, and you should be rewarded. However, it will have to wait until tonight because I have to shower and go to work for a couple of hours, even though it is Saturday.” With that she got up and walked toward the bedroom door. Before she could leave the room I spoke up. “Excuse me Goddess, but shouldn’t you untie me?”
She looked around and said, “Oh yes I almost forgot to tell you, a slave is not allowed to speak unless he is asked a question.” With that she grabbed her soiled panties, wiped them against her pussy and shoved them into my mouth. She then left the room and had her shower. I lay there for another half hour to contemplate all that had happened.
Starting the sissyfication
She came back and started dressing for work. I still lay on the bed trussed up where she had left me. She started talking, and with her panties still stuffed into my mouth I could not join the conversation. She said “I am going to have some simple rules that you will have to follow. To start with, you will only wear clothing that I allow you to wear. I have locked away all of your clothes except for those that are needed when we have to appear vanilla. And even those are under lock and key. The only clothing that you free to wear whatever you want are woman’s clothes. Starting right now you are only allowed to wear feminine lingerie. Your male underwear has been thrown out in the trash. You will wear panties, stockings and garter belt under your work clothes. You will also shave your legs regularly. I will be inspecting for you. So you’ve been warned. Do you understand?” She then reached over and removed her panties from my mouth.
I replied, “Yes Goddess.”
She then went over to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of pink silk panties and walked towards me. I immediately had a sense of horror. She’s not going to make me wear those is she? I thought. Sure enough, she removed the cuffs from my ankles and started drawing the panties up over my legs. She had me stand up, and she continued to draw them up over my penis, that was still firmly tied up. She then started to untie my penis and, remarkably, it became instantly erect again. She then laughed “Well what do you know? I married a sissy boy.”
I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed, and I turned red in the face. She laughed again “Oh sissy boy is embarrassed!”
At this point I didn’t know what to do, and this was exactly the response that Fiona was hoping for. “Who would have thought that my macho husband, who was too masculine to even be seen in a pink sweater would be turned on by dressing as a sissy girl.” she laughed.
She then looked at my penis and said “Well, sissy boy we really have to do something about that erection if I am to get you back into the chastity device, and I am definitely not going to let you cum all over those pretty panties.”
She then told me to bend over the end of the bed. she then removed the belt from the leather pants that she was wearing and started whipping me with the belt. It stung quite a bit, and sure enough after about 3 or 4 strikes I was completely flaccid. I guess she was watching because before I knew it she had put the detested chastity device back on.
Finally, she removed the cuffs from my wrists and headed towards the front door as I stood there dumbfounded at all that had just transpired, wearing nothing but a pretty pair of silk panties, and still frustrated but aroused, and unable to do anything about it.
And, as she walked out of the door she said “Be sure to shave those legs before I come back.”
Find a mistress in
And that was the start of it all. From that point on, it became more than just a sex game. I also found that Fiona, would find new ways to control me. She would find new ways to ensure that I could not back out of this arrangement, although so far, I have never had the desire to back out. If anything it has been the opposite. The deeper she has drawn me in, the more I have enjoyed it.
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."
"Priss!" I heard someone say. I was afraid to open my eyes, even being
half asleep.
"Yes?"
"Catherine is waking."
"Good."
"Shall I administer another shot?"
"Yes, and Susie? Get ready to administer the other," the wicked blonde
seemed to command to the other, darker haired women in the room. I still
kept my eyes shut, while feeling my hands and feet bound to what felt
like a board, with me standing against it.
"Open those pretty little blue eyes for me Cathy. Yes they are no longer
brown, as your hair is now ten times as long and blonde, you have the
most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, your body turned out to be just
what the doctor ordered, pun intended."
I opened my eyes to see the blonde sitting at a desk in front of me,
there was a brunette seated directly in front of me in a chair, two
brunettes stood beside me, and I had been right, I was strapped to an
upright board of some kind.
"Yes, there are those pretty blue eyes of yours," she said, as I wondered
why I did not notice them this morning in the mirror, "And your skin
looks so gorgeous with that tan." I peered down and saw my bare chest
tanned like I had gone topless at the beach for a week, as were my legs,
arms, and shoulders.
"Your name is now Catherine, and we are here to walk you through your
transformation, as well as facilitate any needs that arise," she said, as
the others giggled, I knew why upon feeling my panties being pulled down,
and I sprang from the confinement of the silk and watched as the heavenly
brunette wrapped her beautiful lips around me. I breathed heavily as she
took me, and could not contain myself once the two brunettes at my side
began suckling my nipples. I never realized they were that sensitive,
until now.
"Oh what it is like to be a woman, hey?" One of my tongue happy friends
winked to me.
"You walked down the wrong road, and now you must pay for it. We have
waited for this moment for the two years we have owned this place. Sure,
unattractive guys have done the same as you, but none have been like you.
So... demure, and lady-like. You are the perfect one," she told me. "Now
you will be our toy. Our living, breathing toy, or girlfriend with a,
shall we say, strap-on?" she said as the others snickered.
I stood against the board, and the blonde tossed her finger in the air,
and in a few seconds I was laying on my back parallel to the ground and
being wheeled out of the room. I could hear all of their heels clanking
on the floor once we entered the lift, and several hands began loosening
the tight braid in my hair. This went on until we entered another room,
and I knew it was the familiar salon when the bed I lay in was flipped
backwards and my head was tipped under the running water. It became
incredibly heavy as she wet it and lathered it, but felt lighter as she
rinsed it.
"The excess binding rinsed right out Prissy."
"Yes, the new batch is incredible," I heard the blonde's familiar voice
utter. "That's right princess, your hair is now like this until it is
cut. And now, we will do it up right."
9
No matter how hard I tried to speak, nothing came out, and I wished I
could tell them of my desire to do this, even if not this far. But, my
remaining manhood did all of the talking for me, as it was in a show of
force as I was tilted away from the wash basin. I felt my hair being
wrapped in a towel, and as my head was lifted I saw a brunette lift her
naked leg and body over me. As my head was laid back down I felt her hand
grasp me and guide me into her, and she proceeded to slide her silkiness
all around me. I gave it my all not to think about her body, and soon was
thinking of my own, which was a mistake, for I felt her hands around my
ass, and the weight of my own new chest, and expired.
"Let's get her to the station," I heard as the brunette dismounted, and I
was wheeled over to the other side of the room, "and pull her further
back so we can work."
I was pulled towards the end of the table. I felt the towel fall from my
head, and a huge weight felt like it was attached. My hair was brushed,
and brushed, sprayed with water, and then pulled tightly in many
different spots. I was not sure what they were doing, until I remembered
her words from the previous nights foray, and my suspicions were realized
when I felt myself tipped forwards to the standing position and watched
as the front section of hair was undone.
Two brunettes worked me over diligently; one brushed and the other,
rolled, tiny, rollers, with papers. I was being given a perm.
"Susie, take over the brushing while I touch up her nails," one said. I
saw the first roller being held several inches from my head against the
tress of hair, and she then wrapped it around the small roller until
another few inches were showing, she then wrapped what looked like a
zigzag around the wet hair ends, and rolled it to my scalp very tightly
before hooking the band over the roller and clasping it into place. I saw
the first roller and rose again, they were through several sections of
hair until one noticed and called another over to calm me.
I was in ecstasy while most of my locks were being twirled around the
small yellow rods. I was rotated forward on the board while the back of
my head was worked on, and they made the nape really tight. I felt the
confining board I was attached to flip back once again, and this time the
needle poked me inside my thigh, but had the same effect. I was ushered
over to the sink once again, and my head full of heavy rods was leaned
back into the sink again.
"Get the extra strong, her hair is so long, it will need it," one said. I
could smell it before it even touched the hair, the acrid ammonia smell,
but I only became harder than I had been yet, for I had always longed for
this. I felt the liquid just being poured over my head, and finally one
of them daubed my forehead to blot up the excess. She then rubbed a cold
cream around my hairline and began to wrap cotton over it where it stuck
and created a barrier.
My limp body was then lifted off of the board and into an awaiting chair,
and I was wheeled over to a dryer that I had heard humming for a while. A
plastic cape was wrapped around my head that seemed to be now double its
original size, and the dome of the dryer was lowered over me. As soon as
I felt the hot air hit, I could smell the perm solution activating. I had
longed for the smell about me since I had first inhaled it as a teenager
in the mall walking by salons, it smelled like nothing other. I sat there
watching the other's roll each other up, erect, wishing one would help
me, or that I could help myself.
10
I felt withered from the heat once I was removed from the dryer. I was
brought to the sink once again where my head was rinsed for what seemed
like an eternity, before a cold liquid was poured over my head. I felt
goose bumps cover my body, my head was then rinsed once again, and I was
whisked back to the dryer, where all of the women sat next to me under
their own hood. I felt as if I were in a salon, and was just one of the
girls, until I closed my eyes for several minutes and felt the hand of
the woman next to me stroking my bulge through the silky panties.
I was about to orgasm when my airflow stopped in the hood. I saw the dome
rise from me as I was lifted from the chair and brought into the changing
room where they laid me on the couch. I felt the rods poking into my
head, and they were tighter now that they were dry, but at least my head
was lighter.
I felt all of my garments being removed until I laid there completely
naked. One girl soon had a pair of tight lace panties wrapped around me,
another fitted a matching lace bra snuggly across my chest, a third slid
a pair of sheer hose over my smooth legs and after attaching a garter
around my waist she clipped the straps to the hose.
The blonde then appeared from a closet and slid a pair of high heels onto
my feet and I felt her wrap the straps around my ankles several times
before tying them tightly. A pair of silky gloves were slid up to my
elbows while another shot was jabbed into my hip this time. I felt
whatever drug it was take immediate effect, and I soon felt my eyes close
involuntarily and my entire body slacken.
"Put her in the chair girls and we will begin her makeup," I heard the
familiar voice of Priscilla, and I was seated into the chair and without
seeing a thing I knew I was brought back to the elevator and down several
stories and into an odorless room, it had an almost sanitary smell. I was
lifted from the chair and laid onto a soft table and my roller filled
head on a pillow. I felt hands moving across my face, and one leg of my
hose was pulled down over my foot. I felt the same sting sensation from
my face on my toes and legs. How long ago was that? I thought.
The feeling continued up my leg coupled with a hard rubbing where it had
once stung. When they reached my inner thigh I felt the other hose coming
off, followed by the garter and panties. I wanted squirm when I felt the
stinging all around my pubis. They worked over it all and after several
minutes and a thorough rubbing, they flipped me and did my rear and the
back of my legs, slid one hose back up, and moved up my back and to the
nape of my neck.
The stinging around my anus hurt like hell, and I was glad I could not
feel everything. I was then flipped once again and the front of my left
leg was done, and after the toes, the hose was slid back up along with
the panties and garters. The shots in both of my lips got my mind going,
and those were followed by shots to my forehead. I soon felt a buzzing
near my eyes, and felt something jabbing into my eyelids. I could not
move a muscle, nor say anything, and felt at ease since I felt almost
nothing. Mind altered, I knew. And felt another shot.
11
"Oh! Fill in her eyelids with that dark pink shadow," I heard, and felt
it being applied. "Oh she looks gorgeous in it. Do her lips in the pink
lipstick that matches it. Oh yes it looks perfect. Now coat those
permanent lashes one more time before she wakes."
I felt my eyes being pulled and turned, and then brushes moving all over
my face.
"I think we should finish her hair now, I can't wait to see how it turned
out."
I peeked through an eye lid to see myself facing a mirror, and felt the
hands begin to move over my head. The rollers had been in so long I
thought they may belong there.
"Oh my goodness, look at that curl! It is gorgeous! I want mine like
this!"
I felt roller after roller being pulled from my head and finally felt
them hit my back and shoulders over the chair, I knew I had to see it so
I opened my eyes.
"Our baby is awake finally girls," Priscilla said. "Do you like your new
makeup?"
I could not answer, but just looked at her, and I think she knew I did.
"Oh sweetie, you look so gorgeous! And soon you will be ready."
I had to admit, I did look gorgeous, and I wanted to fuck myself if I
could. My lips were very full and thick, and oh so pink. My eyelashes
were also thick, and long, and I loved feeling them flutter when I
blinked my eyes. Underneath my thin and dark brows the skin was colored a
deep pink, and I had dark lines painted around my lashes. They were thin
by my nose, and thick and dark as they curved towards my ears. My skin
was so smooth and colorful, and then the blonde ringlet fell across my
nose. I could feel its curves across my forehead, lips, and chin. And it
actually fell into the cleavage of my breasts, sticking to the lace of my
pink bra.
I sat enraptured as each and every rod was removed, the spiral pulled out
from my head, and summarily dropped onto me. I felt I would burst in my
panties, and knew it would not happen when a smiling brunette began to
slip my hardness from the imprisoning panties. I watched my hair that had
to be four feet long being unwrapped and dropped over me, while I felt
the warm and soft lips envelop me.
I soon burst from the excitement and slumped my head from exhaustion.
Dreams, dreams I thought as I began to drift off to sleep, satisfied. It
had to be a dream, or I could be dead. For this is what my heaven would
be like, I thought.