Larry first noticed the changes on a Friday night. That was when he
usually had sex with his glamorous, full-figured wife Tanya. She appeared
in a baby doll nightie he had never seen before. It was nearly
transparent and gave him plenty of glimpses of her generous bust and well-
upholstered hips, bottom and thighs. He followed her to the bedroom,
where she stretched out on her back and beckoned seductively to him. In a
smoky voice she said, "I'm going to need LOTS of attention tonight,
lover." He hurried to get out of his clothes and join her but, once he
was kneeling between her long, parted legs, desire failed him. Instead of
his usual proud, eight inch erection, he experience only a half stiffening
of his penis. At the same time, his need rose to twice its normal level.
He was desperate for sex but unable to perform. And then his wife
repeated that she required more effort that usual from him. Flustered and
ashamed, he tried to cover for himself by saying, "Um, you know how you've
been saying lately that you'd like me to... er... go down on you?"
"Yes, dearest. I would LOVE that. But you keep telling me you don't want
to. That it's not manly." He sighed and went on, "Well, tonight I want
to do it. For you."
"Are you sure?" He didn't want to use his mouth on her pussy at all but
his body still wasn't reacting that way it should, so he lied, "I really
do, honey. Honest."
"Well," she said in her most sensual tone, "if you insist, I certainly
won't say no."
Reluctantly, he got his face between her smooth thighs and began. It
certainly didn't appeal to him. He liked watching girls do this to each
other in the on-line porn he watched. But as he lapped and sucked he felt
less and less in control. His wife purred, "That's my good boy. You're
really doing a sweet job. I may have to turn you into my male lesbian."
She chucked throatily but his reaction was much less pleased. Tanya
wriggled her hips and told him to slow down. Then she wanted him to speed
up. He wasn't used to his wife giving instructions in bed. Finally she
had a loud, hip-bucking orgasm. He was eager to be done and go get a
shower. Instead, she put her hands on the back of his head and requested,
"Just keep licking slowly, lightly. Give me a minute before you start
working on my next climax." Upset, but feeling powerless because of his
sudden impotence, he did as he was told. After a second finish for her,
less vocal and animated than the first, she made him tongue her through a
long afterglow. Then she said, "Can I return the favor?" He desperately
wanted her to give him oral sex, something she hadn't done since back when
they were dating, but his member still refused to cooperate. He answered
in a whisper, "No, babe. I just wanted to make you happy. I'm going
to... get washed up."
"Okay. But I have to tell you that I could definitely get used to being
pampered that way."
He shuddered at the idea. Larry wanted to have HIS fun. If his wife got
off too, that was great, but for him sex was about what the man wanted.
He sighed as he adjusted the water in the shower. Then he stepped under
the refreshing spray and began to wash himself. To his horror he saw his
body hair accumulating over the drain cover. What was happening to him?
Afterwards, quite shaken, he checked to see if he needed a shave but there
was no stubble at all, not even a shadow. He examined his body and saw
that he still had his pubic bush, though it was smaller. And his armpit
hair had thinned out. He told himself it was just some kind of fluke that
would pass. Then he slipped into bed next to his very desirable wife.
She rolled over toward him, took his face between her hands, and gave him
a deep kiss. Again his need surged. His balls drew up tight. But his
penis repeated its halfway effort to get hard. Her fingers toyed with his
nipples, something she didn't usually do, and it sent wild currents of
stimulation through him. He was breathing hard as she rubbed her bust
against his chest and licked his ear. At last she stopped, leaving him
quivering, and said, "Awww. Still not in the mood? Well, don't worry. I
won't stop trying to help you. I'll do everything I can to turn you on,
Larry." She paused and then went on, "But for right now I have to get to
sleep. You really left me exhausted with your talented tongue. So if you
aren't up to the old in-and-out anytime, you can always do that." She
turned onto her other side and pushed her plump bottom back against his
crotch, even wriggling her hips in slow motion.
The next morning he was dismayed to find his underarms denuded of hair and
his pubes with even less than after his shower. And he still didn't need
a shave. As he dressed for work, selecting his favorite power tie to
boost his sense of authority, his wife got into one of her skirt and
jacket combinations that made her look officious without hiding her
curves. She delivered a passionate goodbye kiss before leaving for
Genetech, the small research company she had co-founded. Tanya had
personally made some sort of breakthrough recently and was close to
brokering a major contract with a huge company, which would make her
independently wealthy. Larry was excited. He intended to keep his job as
a mid-level executive, of course. It defined him and re-enforced his self
image. He took secret pleasure in ordering others around and keeping a
close watch on the secretarial department, in the business sense and
personally. At the office he noticed himself getting hungry early. Maybe
that was the problem with him, something about his diet. He didn't go to
his usual place to sit with the other guys and talk about work. Instead,
he went to a spot some of the secretaries favored. Most of the tables
were taken and he got stuck with one right in the middle, where everyone
could see him. Larry had to accept that because he knew that here he
could get, instead of those salads and light dishes his usual place
specialized in, a real meal. He ordered a burger and a large soda. The
waitress, wearing a cute retro 50s uniform to go along with the room's
theme, was a busty blond. Larry felt himself getting overstimulated like
he had the night before. As she turned away he called her back, not to
compliment her or read her name off her ID badge, but to add a milkshake
to his order. She smiled prettily and hurried off, wide bottom shown off
by the tight slacks she wore.
When his meal came he wolfed down half the sandwich and most of the fries,
taking long swallows from the soda. Unable to wait, he greedily sucked
the rich shake through its straw. Several women from his office noticed
his voracious behavior and made comments to each other. He made the rest
of the food vanish and then ordered a second shake, switching from vanilla
to strawberry. One secretary snickered and leaned to her friend to say,
"Mr. High and Mighty seems to have developed an eating disorder. Not a
good thing for a guy who struts around like he's somebody's gift to
women." Larry got back to the office late because he stopped to grab a
chocolate covered banana from a street vendor, ate it right there, and
then had another. He couldn't believe the appetite he had acquired. Back
at work he felt distracted. The women were buzzing about something but he
couldn't hear them. At last the day was over and he was able to buy
several candy bars from a store nearby. When he got home he didn't say
anything about his increased caloric intake to Tanya. She probably
wouldn't have been a good listener right then anyway, because she had news
to share. The deal had gone through and her company would be worth many
times what it had been. She owned over half the stock so that was another
boon for her. Though distracted by his own situation, Larry wanted to be
polite so he asked what exactly it was that she had developed. Tanya
said, "More of my genetics work. The breakthrough I made has all sorts of
possible applications." She looked right into his eyes and added, "Some
of them very interesting. And in need of testing." Then she refocused
and said, "Why don't I take you out for a celebration dinner?"
"Sure," he told her. "But I should be the one treating." She smiled and
said, "Not necessary, dear. I'm now worth, well, a lot." She was being
nice about it but he knew that his own earnings had just shrunk to
insignificance in comparison to hers. It stung his male ego but at least
he would be able to buy himself some man toys and get amazing tickets for
the next football season.
At dinner his runaway appetite asserted itself again. Tanya didn't
comment. She even suggested a particularly rich item for a second
dessert. He was happy to accept. At the same time he noticed that every
woman seemed to be twice as sexy as usual. It was as if someone had set
his libido on high and it was stuck there. Larry was hungry and horny,
like he had been fed an appetite-excitant. His wife said, "Maybe those
supplements I've been giving you have improved your appetite. Or perhaps
you're eating a little extra because the dose is too low. Don't worry,
I'll just double up on them." He opened his mouth to say something but
words eluded him. Instead he simply nodded his agreement. His wife ate
only half her slice of pie a la mode and gave him the rest, which he
gratefully consumed. She made sure he got all the food he could manage,
which was a lot. And most of it was fattening. By the end of one week he
had gained a few pounds and lost some muscle tone. His skin was a healthy
pink, however. All of that, along with his loss of body hair, which was
now complete, made him feel unmasculine. Combined with his inability to
perform in bed, it was taking its toll. Tanya wanted sex every night. He
dutifully gave her multiple orgasms with his overworked tongue. She
reciprocated by supplying as much teasing as he could stand and more. He
was in a constant state of frustration. So starved for release was he
that being her pussy server started to excite him, though he still didn't
want to do it. His hair took on a healthy sheen. At work he deferred to
the secretaries, feeling enthralled by them.
The middle of the second week arrived, with all his symptoms increasing,
and then something else happened, something that shocked him. He stood in
front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, naked, gaping at his
soft, smooth body but especially at his penis. Where it had been four
inches soft it was now three. And his testicles appeared to have shrunk
by the same proportion. He was paralyzed with concern when his wife
walked casually into the room. She raised her eyebrows and said,
"Something the matter, lovebug?" His hands flew to cover his embarrassing
loss of genital size. She chuckled and shook her head. "Go on," she told
him. "Move those hands aside. Do it." Not knowing why his willpower had
ebbed away, Larry raised his hands and held them slightly out from his
sides. His wife continued, "You've obviously been worrying about all of
the... changes... that you've been going through. Right? Well, they all
have to do with my new research and those pink capsules I've had you
swallowing. You're sort of an experiment for me, dear. I'm making
certain alterations in your body and the process is also affecting your
mind, making your personality more pliable. Husband dearest, I'm giving
you the shape and mindset of a big beautiful woman, a BBW, who is also
something of a sex addict. But don't worry. You won't be out seeking
partners because I'm going to make sure you get all the action you can
stand right here at home with me." She gave him an amused smile and
asked, "Any questions so far?"
"B... but I mean... Will we still be having sex?" She chortled. "That's
so like you, Larry, to put your needs first. You've always prided
yourself on being such a macho stud, or at seeing yourself as one. In
answer to your question, the sex you'll be having is what I've been
allowing you lately, the kind where I lay back and you eat my pussy. You
started out not liking that but I'm sure you've noticed that you're
beginning to crave it. That's how a lot of this is going to be for you,
hating it but needing it. Needing it so badly that you'll do who-knows-
what to get it."
"I... I'll stop taking those capsules."
"Nooooo," she said impishly, "I don't think you will. If you stop all at
once, your system can't adjust and all the effects will become permanent.
If you keep taking them, your body will continue to change but at least
there's a chance that I'll reverse everything later on. Maybe. If I feel
like it. Understood?" Without knowing he was doing it, Larry ran his
hands over his chest, feeling how soft he had gotten, how it was almost
like he was getting... But he didn't want to even consider that.
Understanding the hopelessness of his situation, he simply nodded and
said, "Yes, Tanya."
"That's what I want to hear. All the time. Now strip naked so I can
check your progress." He hesitated but then began unbuttoning his shirt.
Soon his entire body was revealed. His wife smirked and ran her
fingertips over his nipples. His spine stiffened and he gasped. She
wanted to know, "Sensitive?", although the answer was evident. Then his
wife took him by one pinky finger and led him along, docile and blank-
faced. Once they were in their bedroom she went to her dresser, opened
it, and removed a pink bag from that chain store that's in the better
malls, the one that mails all those lingerie catalogs. She reached into
the bag and brought out a pair of pink panties. He recoiled in slow
motion but made no move to leave. She told him, "I had to get you your
own. Mine would be too large in the seat. At least for now." She
grinned at him challengingly. Again he acquiesced. She handed him the
filmy garment and he picked up one foot, stepped into them, and got the
other foot started. As he worked them up his hairless legs she crossed
her arms under her big bust and watched with satisfaction. Larry stood
there in his first pair of panties, a faint blush on his beardless cheeks.
Tanya told him his body language would have to suit his new identity. She
required a hip-swinging walk and that he hold his hands out slightly from
his sides with his wrists limp. After coaching him in those practices she
decided he should also fuss with his hair and lick his lips. Then she
gave him a pair of pumps with two inch heels, 'starters' she called them,
and made him walk around until he got his balance. She complimented him
on how they shaped his legs and added to the sexiness of his gait. He
didn't want to be made over this way but the possible alternative of
having the physical changes become irreversible, horrified him. Like most
guys, he was sensitive about his penis size. The thought of having it
never regain its lost length was dreadful. At last his wife allowed him
to sit on the white chair at her vanity table and give his calves a rest
after the strain those heels had put on them.
As he sat there she opened her cell phone and hit a pre-set number. When
someone responded she said, "Hello, Darren. I wanted to thank you again
for brokering those deals with the companies we'll be partnering with."
She listened to something said by Darren, laughed prettily, and told him,
"Of course I've been thinking about your offer. And I'd LOVE to go out to
dinner with you. Now that my husband isn't quite himself, I'm going to
need a real man in my life. And I know you could fill that roll
perfectly. Plus, there's that other situation we discussed. I'm sure
you'd like to follow up on THAT." Larry was in shock. His wife was
accepting a date with someone she had met through her company, someone she
found attractive. But Larry couldn't summon the nerve to say anything,
not in his suddenly feminized state, not with the threat of being stuck
like this. She chatted a while longer, getting flirtatious, before
finally agreeing that Friday night would be perfect for their night out
and then ending the call.
Larry's wife snapped her fingers at him and gestured for him to stand.
She stepped directly in front of him and held him with her gaze. Tanya
wanted to know, "Do you have any questions?" He made a small throat
clearing sound and asked hesitantly, "Can you tell me... how far... the
changes you're making in me will go?" She smiled, pleased with his
submissive tone, and went back to the bag that had held his panties. This
time what she produced was a bra. Tanya held it up and Larry gasped when
he saw the size of the cups. She seemed to read his mind as she answered
the unasked question, telling him, "48 DDDD. You are going to be a
changed man, Larry dearest, though I'm not sure if the term 'man' will
apply much longer. This is going to be a fascinating experiment. Don't
you think so?" Afraid to say what he felt, he replied, "Yes, Tanya. I'm
sure it will be."
Larry was hand laundering his wife Tanya's panties. She required him to
put the crotch of each pair into his mouth and suck until most of her
dried fluids were removed. Then he had to place them into a dishpan of
warm water with gentle soap added. The second pair would go into his
mouth and stay there while he washed the first. She had been saving them
up so there were seven to be done. With his libido elevated by the
genetic formula she had been feeding him, handling his wife's lingerie and
tasting the flavor of her sex kept him wildly excited. Unfortunately for
him, he still couldn't achieve a full erection or gain any release.
Worse, his soft penis had lost another inch. He looked down from time to
time at the unimpressive two inches that remained, slender and no longer
surrounded by hair. And it was protruding through the front of a pair of
crotchless panties. Along with those, he wore a bright red elastic garter
on one thigh and his two inch heels. His wife enjoyed keeping him mostly
naked, not only because it made him so aware of the changes being wrought
to his physiology, but because he was awfully sensitive about being seen.
When he was finally done washing and hanging up the lingerie, and the tang
of her pussy was still strong in his mouth, he went to her to find out
what he was doing next. Tanya had turned over the housecleaning to him.
But now she said, "No more drudgery for you, sweetie. You're going to
help me get ready for my date with Darren." Larry went cold inside. Then
he gathered his wits and said, "Yes, darling. Of course." She smiled and
told him, "That's the attitude I want from you -- ALL the time." She
paused to make sure he wasn't going to foolishly try to change her
thinking. Then she went on, "Now let's head to the master bath and you
can wash my back in the shower." As she walked away he couldn't stop
staring at her broad rolling bottom. He ached, figuratively and
literally, to touch her the way he used to. Once they reached the
bathroom he had to assist her getting out of the snug pullover top and
tight slacks that were all she wore. He yearned just to be allowed to
touch her large breasts, to feel their warmth, maybe even to put his mouth
on those inviting nipples. But of course he couldn't do that unless
She instructed him to adjust the water temperature as she stood there with
one hand under the spray. Kneeling alongside the tub with her standing
over him, he eventually got it right. Still, he didn't rise until she
said to. Larry was learning quickly. She stepped into the tub and told
him to get out of his shoes and join her. "Take off the garter but leave
on those cute panties. I love the way they show off your incredible
shrinking penis. When I'm done with you, Larry, you're going to be a real
showpiece. But you know, it sounds silly to call you by your real name.
I mean, once your bust fills out you won't look like a Larry, will you?"
As he stepped into the tub he said, "No, Tanya. I won't." "So how
about... Laurel? Or Busty? Maybe something like Miss Lipps? Well, we'll
see. I'm sure Darren will have some clever suggestions. He's VERY
interested in you." With that she told him to reach around her and get
the soap and washcloth to do her back. Stretching to get them, he
couldn't help pressing himself against her back. His pulsing dick came
into contact with her wet backside and he moaned in frustration. Tanya
giggled at his plight. He soaped up the washcloth and began making small
circles over her shoulder blades. Larry bit his lower lip to keep from
whimpering with need. He washed down to her waist and she made him
continue, doing her jutting bottom and full thighs and firm calves. He
was left in a state of maddening frustration. His dwindling testicles
After he dried her off with a big fluffy towel she strolled away from him.
He hurried to drape the towel over the shower rod and follow her. In the
bedroom she sat and applied her make-up. She motioned him close and
playfully gave his face a few strokes of eyeliner and lipstick. When
Tanya pointed to the vanity mirror he saw himself and swallowed with
difficulty. His masculinity was more compromised than ever. He held his
hands up over the swelling that had started on both sides of his chest.
His gesture hid that first hint of breasts but also made him look like a
girl trying to cover her charms. His wife turned on her chair and tweaked
his nipples gently. That was when he really did whimper from unfulfilled
yearning. At the same time he was stimulated even more, until his eyelids
fluttered and his tongue swept side to side over his lower lip. Tanya
relented after a minute and resumed preparing. Soon her cosmetics and
hair were done. Then she picked out what to wear. First there was
lingerie, high-cut panties and a bra with cups that left the tops of her
breasts bare. Tanya said, "Why don't you pick out a nice dress for me?
Of course, if it doesn't turn on Darren, I'm going to have to punish you.
But if it DOES push his buttons, he'll try to get me into bed and I'll be
happy to go. So what's it going to be, cute stuff? Earn yourself a nasty
punishment or get turned into a cuckold?" She liked putting him into such
a dilemma. Whichever choice he made he would lose.
Larry went to the closet, opened its double doors, and stood there trying
to decide. Tanya admired the rear view and how nicely his rump was
rounding out. All those surplus calories he was still putting away were
doing their job. With an unsteady hand he at last selected a short red
dress that was certain to make an irresistible display of her contours.
She laughed at the worried look on his face and said, "Oh yeah, loverboy.
This one will for sure get us into bed together. I guess you WANT me to
have super sex with my new stud." She smiled as he said in a weak voice,
"Yes, Tanya. I do." "Hey, this is a lot different than the last time you
said 'I do'." With the dress on she was definitely headed for a close
encounter of the orgasmic kind. Larry could only stand there with his
altered form exposed, his reduced penis still hanging out of the
embarrassing panties, and let events proceed. His wife blew him a kiss
and selected her jewelry and shoes, the latter being a pair of red
beauties with block heels. She strutted around the room, rolling her
shoulders to make her boobs move and swinging her queen-sized ass. Her
husband watched longingly. That was when a knock sounded on their front
door, a loud rhythmic knock. "Well," Tanya said, "what are you waiting
for? Go and answer it." Larry blushed several shades of pink. "B...
but..." he managed to get out before surrendering. He even remembered to
maintain his girly walk. At the door he hesitated, gritting his teeth.
Then he took a deep breath as he opened the door. Facing him was a tall,
strikingly handsome man with a neatly trimmed goatee. He gave Larry a
long look. All the shamed husband wanted was to close the door and then
run and hide. Instead he had to endure being stared at until Darren gave
him a broad wink, brushed past, and greeted Tanya. She took both his
hands, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. He knew she wanted to be
kissed and didn't disappoint her. She responded and the contact went on
As they prepared to leave, Tanya said to Darren, "By the way, we need to
come up with something appropriate to call my husband. His male name
doesn't fit anymore." "So I see," he said, looking pointedly at Larry's
crotch. "You told me he's going to change even more and that his cock
will end up looking like a clitoris. So how about Cliterella?" She
grinned wickedly. "Clitty Cinderella. Cliterella. I like it." "But
right now," he said smoothly, "we have a reservation at a very fancy
restaurant." She gave him a hug and he let his hands slide down to give
her bottom cheeks a squeeze. To her husband she said, "Have a nice
evening, Cliterella. Give yourself a bubble bath. I put some new soap on
the edge of the tub. If you don't smell pretty when I get home, I'll amp
up your drugs and make your changes more extreme." "Yeah," said Darren,
"that would be fun. Wouldn't you like that, Cliterella?" All Larry could
do was to stand there trembling. They laughed at his distress. Tanya
told him to stay naked after his bubble bath. Then they swept out the
door, off to have a good time while he stayed home and worried about his
future. Afraid of earning his wife's ire, he went to the bathroom. The
container of bubble bath was in the shape of a fairy tale princess. When
he removed the top and sniffed, the scent was overly sweet and flowery.
He reluctantly started the water and got it hot. The recent memory of
being in the shower got him horny all over again as he stripped out of his
few bits of clothing. He started the water, got it hot, and added plenty
of soap. His wife wasn't there but her warning still echoed in his mind.
He sat in the tub, aware that his bottom was larger and softer than it had
been. How far would Tanya allow these changes to progress? Why was
Darren so interested? Larry remained undressed after his bath, as Tanya
When Tanya returned from her date it was nearly midnight. She said, "I
had an incredible time, Cliterella. You should see his luxury apartment.
You should see his bed." She laughed and went on, "That's right. We had
glorious sex. He's quite well endowed, knows how to use what he's got,
and can go for a long time. But right now I want one more orgasm and
you're going to give it to me with your well-practiced mouth. Hope you
don't mind that I didn't wash down there." He mutely followed her to the
bedroom. He was halfway through undressing her when she commented, "You
smell like a bunch of flowers in a candy shop. From now on you will
always use that soap. And I'll pick some fragrant shampoo to go along
with it, something very fruity." She lightly pinched his nipples, making
him pant with need. "And don't worry about your job. I've explained to
your boss that you have always wanted to be a woman and are beginning the
process of making the change. He was very understanding and will do
whatever he can to help. I told him that there's a lot of stress involved
so he's letting you downgrade to secretarial work. I'm sure you'll get
along famously with the other girls." At that point Larry was on his
knees, carefully lowering her panties. She made him put them into his
mouth, crotch first, so he could get a preliminary taste of Darren's rich
spunk. He looked up at her with the filmy garment protruding from between
his lips. She sniggered and lay back on the bed. "Isn't that nice for
you? And you'll be getting a steady supply of panties will creamy
crotches, I'm certain."
Larry's wife spread her shapely legs and said, "You can set those aside
for now. It's time for you to thank me for taking such good care of you."
He got his face between her thighs and faced the mess he had to clean up.
Tanya said in a singsong voice, "Let's go, Cliterella. All that salty
cream isn't going to clean itself up." He closed his eyes and extended
his tongue to begin lapping. She sighed and said, "Darren is such a
dream. I'll be thinking of him the whole time you're doing that. And
I'll be thinking about how much sexier you're going to become as my
miracle drugs continue to do their work." The helpless husband had to
swallow every drop of cum he retrieved while his wife moaned with pleasure
and writhed her full hips. It took a long while but he eventually coaxed
a purring climax out of her. Then she rolled onto her side, texted Darren
about what had just happened, and went to sleep. Larry, still naked, lay
there trying to sort out his impossible situation. His hands went to his
chest where Tanya had squeezed his nipples. He couldn't mistake how much
his pectoral area had softened and swelled. The memory of that bra she
had shown him returned to haunt him. He pictured himself wearing it,
filling it, and shuddered. Then he remembered Darren's remark about his
penis being reduced to clitoris dimensions. It was a long time before he
was able to sleep.
I rent a basement apartment from a thirty-something couple with two kids. Usually by ten in the morning the whole family is gone.
If I'm horny and on a work-at-home day I'll be in the joint laundry room trying on (and sniffing and licking) the wife's (her
name is Jenni) worn lingerie.
One such morning I was dolled up like a little whore and had just been caught by Tom the husband. (For those who care, I was
wearing a black satin and lace teddy, matching garter belt, seemed black stockings, 4 1/2" black pumps, and shoulder-length
blonde wig.) I was on my knees, rubbing my cock trough the satin teddy while licking and sucking the sexy crotch of a pair of
Jenni's heavily soiled panties. I had no idea how long he'd been there but amidst my panty worship I heard a cough. Looking up
horrified, and at the same time incredibly aroused.
I have no idea what I said but he said something like "You little fucking sissy! Those are my wife's panties..."
He grabbed them from me. He was staring down at me and I could see the huge bulge in the front of his jeans, it was only four or five inches from my open mouth.
"Have you got a thing for my wife, or will any dirty panties do?"
"Any dirty panties..." I moaned.
"I can see how hard you are from smelling them." He looked down at the saliva-moistened panties. "You want to know something else
you little whore... these are the panties I fucked her in a couple nights ago, so not only are you smelling and tasting her
sexy cunt, you're tasting and licking up my dried sperm."
I closed my eyes and almost came in my satin teddy.
"That turns you on doesn't it? You're a dirty little slut, aren't
"Yessss" I whispered, eyes looking down at the floor.
"It's been a few years, but I know just what someone like you
I heard the zipper of his jeans and looked at his crotch longingly. At any moment I was expecting to wake in my bed,
panties and satin pajamas pumped full of a wet-dream's cum, but didn't. Instead Tom reached inside his jeans and pulled out a
tremendous prick. I watched, as freed from his jeans it grew and grew. Finally the tip of his shiny knob was brushing my lips. I
went to lick him and he pulled away. I looked at him begging with my eyes and mewing my need to suck his hard bone.
"Let me suck it pl-ple-pleaaaase"
"Oh no sissy, this isn't the way you're going to get it, I'm gonna give you a treat you'll love, but then I'm gonna think and
then think some more about how to really USE you, the way you need to be used..."
He was stroking his cock, sliding his fist up and down his veined shaft, squeezing his cock head every time his fingers grasped it.
His eyes were closed and I saw his face soften while his body stiffened. I've been on my knees in front of another man enough
times to know he was a moment from cumming. He opened his eyes halfway and I saw him looking at me, I was hoping he was seeing a
young willing woman on her knees, begging for a chance to suck or at least lick his hard bone, or maybe his hairy balls! Then I saw
his left hand cup the tip of his purple glans and he was grunting and bucking his hips into the air.
"Ohhh fucker yessss..." he groaned as the cum spurt from him, I could see his heavy balls contracting and twitching as every
spurt pumped out.
In a minute he was done. He took a half a step towards me and pulled his left hand away. My mouth was watering as I saw a thin
ribbon of cum drip from the tip of his cock. I watched it travel to the floor and sighed at the waste. He took another small step;
I looked up and without being asked or commanded opened my mouth.
His right hand went to the back of my neck, "Ohhhh...Yessss!" I
"I can't believe how hungry you are for my cock..."
"...I'm such a slut, I love sucking other men's cocks..." I
"I can fucking tell... but not today..." His right hand tightened
on my neck. "Stroke your little sissy thing while I give you your
I reached between my legs and cupped my balls and satin encased
cock, rubbing them slowly. His left hand flashed into view. He
was holding his wife's soiled panties.
"Not only are you going to lick clean my wife's three day-old
cum-stained panties, but I've given you a fresh stringy load of
my hot sperm to sweeten the taste."
He opened the panties and emptied the huge globs of fresh sperm
into my mouth. I sucked it down greedily. Having had almost no
time to get warmed up before cumming, his sperm was indeed
stringy, hot and thick as I swirled it around over my tongue. Too
soon my dirty feast was over.
"You loved every minute of that didn't you my little sweet
"Yess I did, I loved swallowing your thick cum, specially the
thought of your wife's cunt mixed in." I was trembling, a few
short strokes from cumming and finally pumping my lingerie full
of hot sperm.
He smiled and placing three fingers behind the now-sticky crotch
slid it between my lips. "Suck it like a cock while I tell you a
I sucked the cotton, extracting the pungent taste and smell. He
moved the panties in and out of my mouth like a cock. He bent
down and brought his mouth to my ear.
"When Jenni is really horny, and she knows a regular cunt-
thrashing fuck just wont do it..." He cupped my sensitive balls
and continued, "When she really needs it, she'll scream out for
me... do you have any idea what she begs for?" I shook my head
no. "My cute, little, petite wife screams for me to fuck her ass,
she screams for me to ride her tight ass like a street whore..."
Jenni had an incredible backside, curved, full and perfectly
shaped, the thought of Tom fucking her ass with his huge tool
made my head reel, and made me insanely jealous.
"Of course I do what she asks, I flip her onto her hands and
knees, pull her panties down an inch or two, spread her sexy
little white cheeks and bang her ass like a whore. She loves it."
He was squeezing my balls, and rubbing his finger between them,
almost as if he were stroking a woman's clit. "Then you know what
I do when I'm done, when I've pumped her tight dark butt-hole
full of my creamy sperm?"
"Hnmmm" was all I could say shaking my head no, while sucking her
"I pull up her panties nice and tight and then roll her over.
While she sucks my cock clean, all of my cum oozes out of her
well-fucked ass, soaking those panties wet with my cum and who
knows what else. She told me she loves waking up in those crispy,
cum-soaked panties, because she says it makes her feel right in
her place, perfectly like a woman." I was light-headed; a second
from ejaculating when he finally said what I knew was next. "Two
nights ago, I fucked her like that, so you're not just sucking
her pussy and my cum, you're sucking her ass and two loads of my
He squeezed my balls harshly and I slumped forward cumming, every
ounce of liquid in my body seemed on its way out my cock-hole as
I came and came and came. Shuddering with each spurt, my cock and
balls were soon swimming in sperm as I pumped my lingerie full.
Finally it soaked through the thin satin and began dripping onto
the floor below me.
Tom whispered one last thing before standing, "One day would you
like me to turn you over and ride your tight little butt-hole
until I fill it with a couple of hot steamy loads of my sperm?
Would you like that sissy?"
"Yess... yess... yess"
"Yes who?!" he said with authority while squeezing my super
"Yes... ma... ma... Master..."
He chuckled and stood up. "I'll let you know what comes
next...you have no idea how exciting this is..." he turned and
walked away tucking away his glorious cock and zipping his pants
I rolled onto my back and stroked my hard-again cock to another
The next night I came home to find a note slid under my door. The
hand-written letter said:
Slave, from this day forward you must NEVER ejaculate
except in my presence. You may masturbate, if you enjoy
being sexually frustrated, but never cum without me.
Three nights later I came home to find another note slid under my
door, it said simply:
Slave, Wear something sexy and meet me in the laundry room
at 5:30 tomorrow morning. You had better be on time.
I had almost ten hours to kill. My heart was pounding as I got
undressed. My little cock was standing straight up! I needed
release, but knew that I would never be able to lie to my new
I dug through my bottom drawer and found the tiny spandex panty
girdle a previous boyfriend had bought for me. It hadn't fit
then, and I'd put on a few pounds since, but I thought it would
do what I needed it to do. I shimmied into it and pulled it
tight. I love tight panties, and spandex usually only encourages
the hardening of my boy-clit, but luckily there comes a point
where the tightness stops me from functioning, the girdle was way
past that point. I pulled the satin robe around my shoulders and
proceeded to make a light dinner.
Though my clit was no longer hard, Tom kept creeping into my
mind, how would his cock feel inside me? How would he dominate
me? How far was he going to take the Master-slave relationship?
I'd never fallen into a dom-sub relationship so lightly; it was
scary but also so exciting.
I knew I wasn't going to sleep so I figured I would at least rest
my eyes, so around 10:00 I set my alarm, turned the light off and
rolled over, trying to sleep. Of course, with nothing but
darkness to keep me company my mind raced through every dark
secret fantasy I'd ever had. At some point I did finally fall
asleep because the alarm woke me up at 4:15.
I jumped out of bed and peeled the panty girdle off. Jumping into
the shower I trimmed where any other girl might trim, and shaved
my legs, before rinsing and stepping into the cool bathroom. One
of the things I had thought about while falling asleep had been
what to wear. I had decided though obviously not a virgin, that
the virginal look would be sexy. I pulled out the white satin
teddy, ironed the folds out of it and slipped it over my
shoulders. I reached between my legs and almost snapped the three
delicate fasteners before remembering another thought from the
I reached into my night table and pulled out the blue tube of
lubricant and the clear plastic plunger (once used by a
girlfriend for spermicidal jelly) I squeezed the tube until the
plunger was filled. Rolling onto my back I hoped I would get to
enjoy the feeling of my Master's thick dick up my ass, as I
slipped the plunger in. Filled with cool lubricant I proceeded to
snap my crotch. Next came the fancy lace garter belt and lace
topped stockings. I stepped into my 4-inch white pumps and looked
at myself in the mirror.
Even without my breastforms or wig I was stunning. My little
clitty was hard, but I hoped my Master would be turned on by my
arousal and not turned off by the tiny bulge. The satin teddy was
tight enough that I didn't need to glue my 38D tits on, and I
didn't know if my Master wanted them or not. I shook out my
shoulder length blonde wig and lightly ran a brush though the big
thick curls. I looked at the veil and the little lace skirt and
decided to go all the way, I clipped the veil into place and
applied a liberal dose of pink high-gloss lipstick on before
pulling the veil down over my face. I stepped into the lace skirt
and pulled it up until the hem fell right below my curved
backside. A quick check of the time and I stepped into the
My heels click-clacked on the floor on the way to the laundry
room. I opened the door noticing the new lockset. The laundry
room was somewhat cleaner than usual. I spun around once or twice
loving the swoosh of the skirt and veil. A moment later I heard
footsteps on the stairs and I thought quickly, on my knees or
standing? I fell to my knees, dropped my head and faced the door.
"Ohhh my Slave, my little pet... stand so I can see you." I heard
him lock the door as I stood. He walked around me, and I stared
at his bare feet and the hem of his bathrobe. "Not a virgin, but
a virgin to me yes?"
"Yes Master... do I please you?"
"Yes, yes you do, you please me so much already..." He was
standing behind me when he gently grasped my hips and pulled me
back to him. Immediately I felt his hot hardness slide between my
legs. "Can you feel how much you please me?"
"Yes Master I can, I can feel your need."
"You have no idea of my need Slave..." he released my hips and
walked in front of me. "Kneel and look up at your Master..."
Without a word I dropped to my knees and looked up at him through
the gauzy veil. His huge member was straining, sticking out
through the front of his robe. As I watched he peeled the robe
off and tossed it aside. His body was incredible, I knew he
worked out but had no idea of the results!
"Describe the center of your attention... tell me how much you
I licked my lips and began to speak. "Master, your steely cock is
all I need, the way it throbs with your heartbeat, the way the
purple head glistens with arousal, the veins and vessels, gorging
it with blood, making it harder and bigger with every passing
second. For the last four days I've thought of nothing else but
of satisfying you... I've imagined licking every inch or your
cock's straining length. I've thought of the way your sweaty
balls will taste and smell as I bathe them with my tongue. If you
so desire, I will suck them and lick them with my soft tongue.
I've imagined closing my lips around your shiny cock-head and
sucking you into my depths. I've imagined your strong hands on
the back of my head guiding me down as only a Master can, guiding
my lips down your shaft, choking me, not relenting until my nose
is buried in your curly hair, savoring the musky maleness that
only drives me wilder with desire. I've imagined you holding me
still as you fuck my face, using my mouth as just another wet
hole for your pleasure, I've dreamed about giving you every once
of control you desire, to make me do all the dirty things no one
would ever do..."
He moved closer, his cock was less than an inch away from me.
"Tell me slave, tell me about your little clit..."
"My tiny thing is nothing compared to your huge maleness. My
little clit gives me a fraction of the pleasure I will get from
sucking on your massive penis, satisfying you, bringing you to an
orgasm with my sissy mouth, savoring your thick bitter sperm as
you cum will shake me as no orgasm could, please stop and slide
it between my lips, let me show you how much I wish to please
you... I'm begging you Master, slide your manly thing between my
lips and let me show you my devotion..."
He reached down and pulled the veil up to my nose. He was now
unbelievably close to my open mouth.
"I love your lipstick slave, show me your pink sissy lips wrapped
around my penis..."
I lunged at him, closing my glossy lips around his pulsating
prick and sucking him down, groaning as every inch slid between
them, I pulled back, and moaned out, "it's sooo much bigger than
I imagined..." before throwing my face at his crotch, I gasped
and groaned, sucking air through my nose.
I could feel his gorged cock-head stretching my throat as I
swallowed him down. He dropped the veil back in place and wrapped
his fingers in my blonde curls.
"Ohhh my sissy slave, suck it, suck my penis, suck it harder and
He took over and I let him. I reached up to massage my Master's
heavy balls. I swallowed him deeper and deeper groaning as inch
after inch of his fuck-pole slid between my lips. It had only
been a few weeks since the last time I'd deep-throated someone of
comparable length and girth so in no time at all I had my nose
buried in his curly pubes. I gulped air through my nose and used
the vibrations of my groans to drive him wilder with each suck. I
stared up at him through the veil, willing him to take me, to
ravage his virgin bride. Finally he looked down and I smiled
around his hrobbing prong.
"You love this sissy, you love being on your knees servicing a
strong man like me with your soft prissy mouth, sucking another
man's hard penis, stroking and squeezing my hairy balls as you
massage every inch of with your expert mouth..."
I shook my head up and down and proceeded to pull back, then
threw forward my face three times in quick succession, each time
ending with my quivering lips wrapped around his thick base. I
slowly pushed back against his strength until his cock popped
from my mouth.
I nibbled on his purple glans as I cooed... "I love sucking cock,
but I love being made to suck cock even more, to feel someone in
complete control of every move I make, to feel a hard cock forced
down my throat as I gasp for air, swallowing it down over and
over again until my throat becomes sore from the abuse, the only
thing relieving the soreness a thick stringy load of sperm
sliding down, coating my throat..."
With one hand I was harshly stroking his cock, while with the
other I massaged his balls, squeezing them as I bit and lapped at
the side of his prick. He held my face steady as he slapped my
face with his saliva coated penis.
"I hope my slave likes a nice hot sperm facial too... because I
can't wait to leave strings of hot sperm all over your adoring
I closed my eyes and groaned at the thought of looking up at him
as he sprayed my face with his cum. I opened my mouth and stuck
my tongue out, lapping at the air, trying to suck him in.
"In a minute slave, right now I think you need to learn about
another area of your Master's body." He walked past me and hopped
onto the dryer, spreading his legs lewdly. "Show me what a dirty
little whore you are, I'm not going to touch you, I want you to
lick and suck my hairy balls, I want you to worship them with
your mouth. Then I want you to rim my musky backside with your
wanton tongue... come... here... right... now..."
He was going to be the type of Master I loved to serve! I
skittered over between his legs and began lapping at his balls,
sucking one then the other between my lips, licking the soft
hairy skin as I stroked his ever-hard penis. In minutes his heavy
balls were dripping with my saliva. I rubbed my nose between them
and under them, breathing in his scent. His maleness was
permeating my nose; all I could sense was his strength, his
desire. At one point despite his statement that he wouldn't touch
me, he tightly held my nose to his saliva soaked balls, as I
tried to lick them, bucking his hips against me.
"Breathe in my musk whore... smell a real man..." After a moment
he released me, I could make out his gasps of air as he tried to
regain control. "Ohhh my little sissy, I almost came in your
pretty blonde hair, but all I kept thinking was what a waste!"
"Yesss Master, what a waste, I want your sperm on my face, or in
He patted me on my veiled head, "Go down on me slave, go down on
your Master, run your hot wet tongue around my butt-hole, rim me
When I did date girls the one thing that I could do well was
worship their sexy rosebuds. They would sit on my face, my nose
buried in their dripping cunts, tongue stroking their tight
backside. I would give my Master my best. I reached between his
legs and pushed up his balls with one hand while holding his
muscular cheeks apart with the other. I lapped at him two or
three times and then ran my tongue around his tight hole.
Tightening the circle each time until the tip of my strong tongue
was centered on him, I would push, pull back and continue over
and over until my tongue was sinking into him, I wanted him to
love me, to cherish me, to need me, so I dug deeper and deeper,
using every ounce of experience to drive him wild. He was lazily
stroking his cock as I tongue fucked him. I could hear him
muttering and whispering to himself.
"If I may Master, speak louder, speak to your slave, your dirty
words of encouragement will only drive me deeper into your
"I can't believe what an amazing little cunt you are, sucking and
tongue fucking my asshole like a well seasoned whore! I can only
imagine what depths I can make you sink too, even now as you
worship my ass, I'm picturing the nasty things I'll make you do,
keep sucking my hole as I imagine you as mine forever."
'Forever' was all I'd ever wished to hear. I sighed contently and
continued licking and sucking his butt. Finally after what seemed
like hours he patted me on the head once again.
"It's getting late my little whore..." he reached down and pushed
the veil over my head. "Look at me as I ask you this question..."
I looked up at him, savoring the view from below. I was nestled
between his strong manly legs, his balls were an inch from my
flaring nostrils, his throbbing cock came next, then his sweat
glistened stomach. We locked eyes and I sank into the blue
"My little sissy whore, I believe I know the answer, and I'll be
the one deciding anyway, but I wonder at this point which will
bind you to me more successfully, you on your knees as I dump a
load of cum all over your adoring face, or you bent over, soft
curved backside parted by my pistoning cock as I deposit my hot
sperm deep inside your willing pussy-hole?"
I was trembling as I spoke, and looked down still embarrassed of
what I was about to say, "If I may Master..." He shook his head
yes. "...it would be my honor and deepest desire to satisfy you
in the most intimate way possible... the thought of you taking my
body that way, of possessing me in such a complete fashion fills
me with complete happiness..."
He chuckled and I hoped I hadn't gone too far, I knew that part
of controlling a slave was in maintaining an intense level of
desire and I had just confessed my up-most desire. He jumped from
the dryer, his cock bobbing an inch from my face.
"Stand slave, stand here..." He pointed to the dryer. "Spread
your legs, and bend over..."
I did as commanded, standing in my heels; I was perfectly
positioned to bend over the dryer. The white metal was cool as I
held onto the control panel. He walked in front of me; two bungee
cords hung from his hands. He looped them around my wrists and
then around the heavy PVC pipe behind the dryer. I couldn't move,
and loved the feeling. I turned my head to see him standing
behind me, stroking his cock to an intense throbbing erection.
"Look away slave..."
I heard him step closer. He flipped the lace skirt over my hips,
reached between my legs and unsnaped my teddy. He tucked the flap
up under the skirt. I felt the red-hot tip of his erection
pressed to my tight hole.
"I am not a sadist, do you wish lubrication slave?"
I had never been asked before, but surprised, answered. "Master,
I had hoped and wished that you would desire to take me this way,
so I have prepared myself for you... do as you wish..."
"Ohh my little pet, the things we will do together..." his hands
rested on my hips, they tightened and he began moving his. "What
do you wish my slave?"
I took a deep breath and started gently rotating my hips. "I wish
to satisfy you, in the way most intimate way possible, all I
desire is to feel you fill me with your bubbling sperm."
My tight opening had been rubbed dry by my lingerie, but as his
bulbous head pressed into me the slippery lubrication began to do
"Talk to me my little whore... tell me how much you want this..."
"Ohhh you're so big and hard... so big and fucking hard... I
can't believe how good you feel spreading me, stretching me....
Stretching my pussy..."
"You don't have a pussy slave, what is my hard penis stretching?"
I groaned. "Your big, strong tool is stretching my tight
asshole... sliding deeper with each movement..."
"My 'tool' I'll ask you again, what is my hard penis stretching?"
knowing what he wanted I played the game and whispered my answer.
"Master, your rock hard penis is stretching my tight but willing
"I couldn't hear you slave..."
I loudly groaned my answer, "Master, your hard penis is
stretching my asshole..."
"Slave, why aren't I stretching your pussy?"
"Because I don't have a girl-pussy Master, all I have is a tiny
little prick and a tight boy-pussy..."
"Yes slave you do... you do have a tight boy-pussy, but let's get
into the habit of calling it what it is, all you have to offer me
is a tight ASSHOLE, so tight and wet, and slippery, so willing,
how many times have you been fucked up your ASS? How many times
have you let another man have you this way?"
"Hundreds of times... this is all I ever really want, all I ever
desire, to have a hard thick penis deep inside me, makes me
feel... makes me so... fe-female..."
"Well slave you have found the perfect Master... all I desire is
to fuck little sissies like you, to feel their tight asses open
up, to stretch as I slide my penis inside them, to shake and moan
like girls as I fuck them."
With that he heaved on top of me and forced the remaining inches
of his penis inside me. The air rushed out of me with a 'huhhh'
and I gasped at how full I felt. His hairy balls were pressed
against my smooth shaven ones. I could feel him throbbing deep
inside my stretched bowels as I tried to arch my back; I clamped
down on him, squeezing him rhythmically with my well-trained ass.
"Fuck me Master, fuck my upturned asshole... make me YOUR
sissy... I've never had a MAN like you, all the ones before you
have been boys playing at being men... make me your sissy... fuck
"Oh my sissy-boy, I'll not only make you MY sissy, I'll make you
my WOMAN, you've never been fucked like I'm about to fuck you...
you'll swear my prick is coming out your mouth... when I'm done
with you no one will be able to satisfy you like I can..." He
pulled back and harshly sawed back into me. He was holding my
hips painfully tight, "Work your asshole slave, squeeze your
Master's dick as he fucks your ass..."
I blissfully did as he commanded, pushing out as he pulled back
and squeezing down as he surged into me. In no time at all we
were grunting and rutting like dogs in heat. I wished I could
reach back and spread my cheeks letting him see what he was doing
to me and finally moaned out my desire.
"Master can you see my tight asshole wrapped around your hard
penis? I wish I could reach back and give you more of myself, and
show you where we're joined."
"Whore... if I want, I can see ..." He slid out with a wet slushy
sound and painfully pulled my cheeks apart, "Enjoy this sissy..."
He slammed into me with one long thrilling thrust, only to pull
back and repeat the procedure five or six times in quick
succession. No one had ever been able to fuck me as long and as
hard as he was. I was mewing like a cat. I couldn't believe the
sensations swirling around his pistoning cock. My little thing
was rock hard and pressed against the dryer where a large amount
of pre-cum was lubricating the area. My balls were constantly
bashed against the cool dryer as he fucked me.
"Master please, please, please, cum inside me, please make me
yours... I can't hold out much longer your fucking is going to
make me come... but I want you to come in me first... please?"
"Oh slave, we'll need to work on your stamina, but this morning
is probably not the time or the place...if you want my sperm, beg
for it, beg for my hot stinging cum..."
I stopped tightening and loosening my asshole and just clamped
down, breathing harshly from the exertion. "Fuck my asshole, fuck
it and cum in me ple... ee... se, shoot your hot sperm inside me,
pump me full, I need a big hot load... fuck me Master, fuck me
with your steely dick... fuck my soft wet ass... make it
He was grunting and I knew he was seconds away from ejaculating
"Make your sissy-boy cum, make me cum, fuck my asshole... ohhhh
fuck...ohh fuckers... fuckers... fuck me!"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING CUM SISSY!" He slammed into me and partially
drove his ball-sac inside and then ejaculated. "Oh my fucking
SSSISSY! TAKE MY LOAD OF SPERM!"
His whole body shook as his sperm spurted into me. It was so
forceful I could feel each individual stream as it surged into
me. I lost count after six as the spurts got closer and closer
together. It almost felt as if I'd gotten a hot slippery enema.
I'd never felt so full of sperm in my entire life. He was pressed
against me, panting as he regained his composure. He reached
"What control you have sissy, I was prepared to spank you for
cumming..." His cock was still incredibly hard as he held me
tightly. "Ohh sissy... you will be the one we make ours forever,
the two of us will make you everything we want..."
I was still panting and squirming, only wishing to finally come
so I missed the 'we' and 'us' comments. Finally he stood, with
his cock still firmly embedded deep between my cheeks. I knew
then my orgasms we're going to be far and few between.
I heard a key in the laundry room door and panicked.
"Your wife Master..."
"No kidding slave..."
She walked in, still in her robe.
"Look right here slave..." She pointed to what was now obviously
a video camera. "...and there... and there! What a fucking
show... To see you get it from three different angles... you are
a fucking natural. I'm so glad we found you..."
She rubbed my sweaty brow and traced her fingers around where her
husband and I were still joined. She pulled a pair of white
cotton panties from the pocket of her bathrobe.
"Here honey let me help you..." She knelt down and said, "Step in
dear..." She pulled the panties up my legs and said to her
husband, "Okay careful now Tom." She said to me, "Now tighten up
sissy... try to keep his big load inside you..." he pulled back
as she pulled the panties tight against my well fucked bottom.
She casually stuffed my still hard penis inside them and adjusted
the waist. In less than a minute I was shaking from trying to
keep from leaking and felt a few drops slipping out.
"You can relax now..."
I did and sloppy globs of Master's sperm immediately surged out
soaking the cotton panties. My Master stood back as his wife
Jenni dropped her robe. She leaned against Tom and spread her
legs obscenely. I looked at her lovely body, lingering on the
visibly soaked cotton panties she wore.
"I know how much you love soiled panties, I wore them all day
yesterday, last night and now have cum three times in them,
here's your treat for the day." she peeled them off and balled
them up with the glistening wet crotch pointing out. She held
them in front of my mouth. "Don't I taste soooo goood?" she
whispered stuffing the wet panties between my lips.
I savored the taste and smell of her cunt. She bent down and
gathered her robe and my Master did the same.
"We'll see you tonight slave... enjoy the day."
They turned the light off and I heard them lock the door. I stood
there, hands tied, bent over the dryer, dressed like a bride. My
tiny cock softened as my Master's sperm dripped down my legs. I
licked at, and tried to force Jenni's panties from my mouth. She
had stuffed them in with obvious glee; did I now have a Master
and a Mistress?
What had I gotten myself into?
The Goddess had been strict in Her instructions. Before entering Her presence, I was commanded to shave off all my facial hair and body hair, giving special attention between my thighs. I was also required to clip my fingernails and toenails. Because the night’s activities would require my total feminization, I was required to assemble a slutty Female disguise for myself. I was also required to obtain (at my own expense, of course) a hotel room for this coming Saturday night, in the sleaziest hotel in the red-light district. The Goddess stipulated that the room must face the street. She gave me a padlock and told me in advance how I would be required to use it. Of course, She kept the corresponding key. At my own expense, I purchased a steel footlocker of the necessary size and a length of steel chain. I was also instructed to bring along my wireless mini-phone, which attaches behind my ear and is small enough to be almost invisible.
I complied with all of Her instructions. As soon as I checked into the hotel room, I set off all the components of my Female disguise, including wig and make-up. I took all my cash out of my wallet and placed the cash on the table, then put my wallet (containing my I.D. and my credit cards) in the footlocker. i put my house keys and my car keys on the table too. Next, I took off all of my male clothes. When i had stripped entirely naked, i did what the Goddess had instructed me to do next. i put every piece of my male identity — my clothes, shoes, credit cards and my I.D. — into the footlocker. Then i closed the locker, winding the chain through its handles and through the pipes of the hotel room’s radiator. i clicked the padlock into place. Now my male identity — including my male clothes — was securely padlocked into the steel box, which was locked to the radiator. The Goddess had the only key. i had to trust that She would bring it tonight.
i followed the next instruction that the Goddess had given me: i took a shower with scented body oil, to remove my male odor and leave my skin soft, hairless and smelling as Girly as possible.
There was a knock at the door: a special familiar knock. Swiftly, i admitted the Goddess. She looked as cruelly beautiful as always, but She had intentionally changed Her make-up and hairstyle from Her usual look. If She were seen with me during my public feminization, no-one would recognize Her.
The Goddess went directly to the table, confiscating all my cash without counting it. She snatched my keys, and dropped them into Her purse. Then She greeted me with a hard slap to my face from Her leather-gloved hand. Knowing that, on this occasion, it would not be appropriate to kneel, i meekly stood naked in front of the Goddess — turning around and raising my arms as She commanded — while She satisfied Herself that i was indeed smooth, soft and hairless.
The Goddess had brought along an old-fashioned nurse’s cape, draped over Her arm. Perhaps She intended to slip into this cape if the evening became colder.
She had brought a slave harness and several dildos because She wanted me to experience a cock inside my sissy-cunt throughout this encounter. Now my eyes widened in horror as Her gloved hand reached into Her bag and extracted a huge latex cock, 12 inches long and 4 inches thick. Seeing the terrified look on my face, the Goddess laughed: “Maybe you will take this one some other time, Sissy. For tonight, I want you to be able to walk with a cock inside you. So perhaps little Pee-Wee here will suffice.” The Goddess reached into Her bag again, and took out a smaller dildo: a mere 8 inches long and 3 inches thick. For now, this dildo was merely placed on the bed … well within my sight, so that i would know what was waiting for me.
She put me into the slave harness … tucking my male baubles between my thighs, then yanking the leather crotch-strap backward between my legs and pulling it painfully tight until my crotch was now absolutely flat, with no vestige of male bulge. The leather crotch-strap was lined with waterproof latex and had a grommeted hole in case i needed to urinate … but, as the tiny padlocks clicked into place behind my back, imprisoning my tucked genitals, i knew that — until further notice — i would not be capable of using a urinal. (The Goddess might require me to BECOME a urinal, but i would not be USING one.)
The Goddess put me into my corset, lacing it painfully tight until i was wasp-waisted and i could only breathe in faint gasps. The lower half of the corset fit snugly over the upper half of the slave harness, preventing the harness’s removal. Next, the Goddess helped me to get dressed in the rest of my slut costume: black stockings, attached to the garters on the bottom of my corset. A black leather miniskirt, slit on both sides, with a belt cinched around my waist. Black knee-high boots. The Goddess had stipulated that these boots must-have stiletto heels at least 4 inches high, so that i would be able to walk in them but not able to run. If I encountered trouble tonight, i could not run away from it. The Goddess took from Her purse two slim anklet chains with tiny steel padlocks. She slipped a chain around the ankle of one of my booted feet, tightened the chain, then locked it , then did the same with the other chain and my other ankle … so that i would not be able to take off the high-heeled boots.
my slut costume included a black long-line bra with 46DD cups. “One of these days, I’m going to make you get breast implants, you filthy little slut,” vowed the Goddess as She tucked DD-sized latex falsies into my brassiere cups. A leather collar encircling my throat reminded me of my slave status. i had brought along a pair of black satin elbow-length gloves to assist in the feminization of my arms … yet, oddly, the Goddess seemed entirely unconcerned with my arms, as if this portion of my female disguise would not matter.
She commanded me to sit still — i was grateful that i was not yet wearing Her dildo up inside my sissy-cunt — while She applied the make-up and false eyelashes to me, transforming my face into a slutty parody of Female beauty. Then She picked up my wig, and She inspected the long flame-colored tresses approvingly: “I see that My little slut is going to be a redhead tonight. Very good.” i put on a wig sock over the small amount of short male hair on my scalp, then the Goddess fitted the wig to my head and adjusted it, using hairpins to attach the inner cap of the wig to my wig sock. She carefully clipped my wireless mini-phone to my right ear, then adjusted the long flowing red tresses of my wig to conceal this. i noticed the Goddess’s personal wireless phone on the table, alongside Her purse.
Last but not least: “Now take a deep breath and bend over, you little sissy,” the Goddess instructed while She lubed up her dildo. Ignoring my whimperings, the Goddess crammed Her huge cock into my sissy-cunt, then padlocked it into the anal grommet at the rear of the slave harness. That dildo was now firmly inside me and would remain so.
The Goddess had told me in advance what i was to expect: now that i was totally feminized, She would escort me downstairs to the street, then outside. She would follow from a safe distance while i was to walk around the block once, dressed as a cheap street-walker and tottering helplessly in high heels, in the red-light district on a dark Saturday night. If anyone approached me or threatened me — thinking i was alone on a dark street, with no witnesses — the Goddess would blow a whistle loudly. After one circuit of the block, the Goddess would let me back into the hotel, then escort me back upstairs to this room … where She would reward me for my obedience after my brief taste of public feminization as a street-walking slut.
The hotel had no elevator. i had difficulty walking down the stairs in four-inch stilettos, especially with my waist tightly corseted and a dildo crammed inside me. i had to walk sideways, my huge fake double-D breasts jiggling in my bra. The Goddess gently took my arm with one hand, Her nurse’s cape draped over Her other arm as She gently guided me down the stairs. Several real hookers — some of them with johns — passed on the stairs, and laughed at me. i tried to use my arms to keep my balance, but the Goddess ordered me to put both arms behind my back and keep them there. i knew better than to disobey.
At last, She brought me to the ground floor and the hotel’s entrance. i tried to take a deep breath despite the corset, knowing that in a moment i would be exhibiting myself in public completely sluttified. i was still holding both arms behind my back. Suddenly, i felt gloved Female hands seizing my wrists, and i heard a metallic “click-click”. The Goddess had handcuffed me!
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, you filthy little slut: I’ve made a slight change of plans,” purred the Goddess as She carefully draped Her waist-length cape over my shoulders, then fastened it around my throat. i caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby wall mirror: the cape was open at the front, exposing my huge breasts and corseted waist, but the cape concealed my handcuffed arms behind my back! i was now feminized, but the Goddess had confiscated my arms … and locked a dildo up my sissy-cunt!
Just when I thought that my humiliation could not get any worse, the Goddess took a small object from Her purse and clipped it to the top of my corset, directly underneath my huge breasts. As I tried to look down to see what it was, a long strand of flame-red hair from my wig fell in front of my eyelashed eyes. But I could still see the object that the Goddess had attached to me: beneath my huge breasts and above my corseted waist, i was now wearing a plastic sign with bright red glowing L.E.D. lights that formed the words FREE BLOWJOBS!
“Have a busy night, you filthy slut,” laughed the Goddess, shoving me out into the street and closing the door behind me. It didn’t lock, but without my arms I couldn’t open it anyway. Through the closed door, the Goddess hissed at me: “Walk over to that lamp-post, then wait for further instructions. Remember to wiggle your ass like a good little slut. Do as I say, or I walk out of here with your male clothes and keys.”
Teetering in stiletto heels, i inched my way across the pavement past a couple of hookers. As they stared at me, i noticed that one of these street whores was definitely a Shemale: maybe the other was, too.
As i approached the lamp-post with my best slutty walk, i heard the voice of the Goddess in the earpiece underneath my wig: “Very good, you filthy slut. I’m back upstairs now, in the bedroom with your clothes. Maybe I’ll let you escape back into them if you do as you’re told. Now listen carefully, slut.”
I stood under the lamp-post in the chilly night air, shivering in my skimpy slut costume and trembling in humiliation and terror at my helplessness. As I listened to the voice of the Goddess in my ear, I stared straight ahead at the view across the street from the lamp-post: a filthy dumpster in a dirty alley.
“Here are your orders, slut,” the Goddess commanded me. “you’re going to stroll back and forth on this block, wiggling your ass like a whore and always staying where I can see you from the window. If you leave My sight, I will walk out of this hotel room and take your clothes, your keys and your I.D. with Me.”
I must have whimpered because I heard the Goddess chuckling in my ear. “As you’ve probably noticed by now, slut, not all the whores working this particular street are genetic Females … so I really don’t care if you pass for Female or not, because the men who visit this neighborhood don’t care either. Now pay attention, whore: walk back and forth and wiggle your ass, and remember to stick out your tits. I hope that my big cock up your sissy-cunt feels real good. Do NOT let those big tits of yours cover your sign, advertising-free blowjobs. Each time a man approaches you, EVEN if he is a policeman, you will walk up to that man — trying to make yourself look and sound as slutty as possible — and you will offer him a free blowjob. I will hear your voice on this phone line, and I will expect you to speak in a Female voice or at least a decent attempt. When you offer to give a free blowjob to a total stranger, I will allow you to ask — in a Female voice — that he wears a condom, but any man who wants to fuck a dirty whore like you without a condom is entitled to do so. If any man asks why you want him to wear a condom while you suck him off, you are required to tell him — in a Female voice — that you are a dirty whore, and you have a disease. If the guy wants to fuck your pussy instead of getting a blowjob, tell him you’re having your period. If the guy wants anal, tell him you have a yeast infection in your ass but your mouth is open for business. If any man agrees to accept a blowjob from a dirty whore like you, then you will kneel down right there in the street where I can see you, and you will suck him off while I watch from upstairs with binoculars. I will expect you to be a good dirty whore, and bring the blowjob to completion. Too bad you won’t be able to use your hands. Naturally, I will expect you to swallow … and then you will thank your “john” afterward. Be grateful I don’t expect you to curtsey, especially with that huge cock up your sissy-cunt. I suppose that kneeling while you wear handcuffs and getting up again afterward, won’t be easy … but that’s your problem, not Mine. If anyone of your “johns” decides to take you somewhere else for his free blowjob, you will go with him and give him what he wants. Remember that you are the whore here, and you do as you’re told. I will keep this phone line open, so I’ll be able to hear the whole thing if some guy puts you in his car and drives you out to the highway underpass for his blowjob. Too bad I didn’t bring a webcam. After you’ve swallowed your john’s load, you will have five minutes — walking in high heels — to get back under the lamp-post where i can see you … or else I leave, and I take your male identity with Me. While you’re sucking cock, try not to smear your lipstick. Too bad you won’t be able to wipe your mouth, without any hands.”
The Goddess chuckled again while She continued whispering Her evil plans into my ear from a distance: “I think I’ll start you off tonight with giving free blowjobs to just FIVE total strangers, to remind you of what a dirty little slut you are. Maybe next week, I’ll bring you back here and make you suck off TEN guys. Wait a minute: black men have bigger cocks, don’t they? And I’m told that they taste funkier. If you suck off a black man, I’ll give you credit for sucking TWO cocks.”
By now the Goddess was laughing outright while She gave me my orders: “It will probably take you at least half an hour to give blowjobs to five total strangers, even on a busy Saturday night. If you need to pee, i will permit You to relieve yourself the same way that the “working girls” do it while they’re turning tricks. you will cross the street, go behind that dumpster, squat, spread your thighs to lift your skirt, and then you will pee girly-style. While you pee, I want to hear your voice on this phone line as you confess that you are squatting to pee because you don’t have a penis. Too bad you won’t be able to wipe yourself afterward. When you’re finished, return to this side of the street and get back to giving out free blowjobs. For your sake, I hope the other whores don’t find out you’re giving away for free what they’re trying to sell: they might get mad at you. Most of the whores in this neighborhood — including the Shemales — work for pimps. I wouldn’t want to be in your position when the local pimps find out there’s a free-lance whore giving blowjobs for free.”
i heard the laughter of the Goddess in my ear while my feminized body trembled and shuddered. This was NOT what i had consented to experience. This was supposed to be the quick, sudden thrill of one fevered walk along a public street in Female disguise: a swift brief taste of public feminization, then a speedy escape back into the safety of my familiar male identity. Not this!
The Goddess had deceived me. Tonight, i would be experiencing the role that SHE had ordained for me: a street whore, totally helpless and without the use of my arms.
The dildo that was shoved up my sissy-cunt and locked into place was thick and hard: reminding me of what i could expect to be feeling shoved down my throat several times tonight.
There was a car parked two blocks away from me. In the darkness, i could see my feminized body reflected in the car’s windshield … thanks to the bright red lights of the FREE BLOWJOBS sign i was wearing, visible across that distance.
i was terrified. i desperately needed to pee: the tight corset i was wearing, and the huge dildo inside my rectum, were both constricting my bladder. If i could lessen that pressure, i would be in slightly less pain.
Tottering in high heels, i slut-walked across the street towards the dumpster. As i approached it, a whore suddenly stood up behind the dumpster, straightening her miniskirt. She saw me, and burst out laughing. Blushing in shame, i stepped behind the dumpster as she went back to work. i would have felt slightly less humiliated at this moment if at least i could have whipped out my watering-hose, to do my business in traditional male fashion. But i would be pissing girly-style now.
There was a puddle of piss and shit behind the dumpster, but not enough room for me to avoid it. Completely feminized, i proceeded to squat and spread my thighs so i could piss like a whore. I relaxed my bladder, and my piss — not a proud male gusher, but a thin girlish trickle — dripped out from between my thighs. Remembering the command of the Goddess, I spoke in a feminized voice while i made my feminized piss: “i am squatting to pee because i don’t have a penis.”
i finished at last and stood up. my miniskirt was askew, but my handcuffed arms could not adjust it. As i moved away from the dumpster, tottering in high heels, a very tall prostitute rushed past me and shoved me aside. “It’s my turn now, bitch,” she told me, while she stood behind the dumpster. “Get back to work, girl.” As she spoke, the hooker lifted her skirt, whipped out her enormous cock, and started to piss. She was a Shemale!
“You want some, bitch?” asked the Shemale, aiming her cock at me while she pissed in my direction. In my ear, i heard the whispered voice of the Goddess: “Stop staring at that lady’s cock and get back to work, before I decide to make you give HER a blowjob! No, wait a minute, slut: I have a better idea.”
Not daring to disobey, I stood trembling and feminized while the Goddess gave me my next command: “While that whore has her cock out, you will look her directly in the eyes and tell her that she has a penis but you don’t. you will maintain eye contact while she replies.”
Too terrified to disobey, I glanced at the Shemale whore’s immense cock … then I looked into her eyes, and I confessed: “You have a penis, but I don’t,” I said, blushing in shame.
“Well, then I guess that I’m a better man than you are,” said the Shemale, putting her cock back inside her skirt, and adjusting it.
“Very good, you dirty whore,” said the cruel voice of the Goddess in my ear. “Now, get back to the lamp-post and start turning tricks. Remember to wiggle your ass.”
Trembling in fear and shame, I obediently hurried away from the dumpster … my high heels clicking loudly as I slut-walked towards the lamp-post.
Several street whores were staring at me and laughing, and a couple of them were whispering to each other behind their hands. Suddenly, one of them looked up at something behind me: “Oh, snap! Look who’s coming!” she told the other prostitutes. “I know these bad-ass dudes … and I won’t take them! They like to damage the merchandise!”
Quickly, the prostitutes scattered. I turned to see who they were running away from. Strutting toward me were two huge muscular black men, dressed in gaudy clothes and long leather coats: the traditional uniform of pimps! They had already seen me … and I could not possibly run away, in the stiletto heels that were padlocked to my feet. A night breeze fluttered the cape I wore, briefly exposing my handcuffed wrists and revealing that I was totally helpless in my feminization.
One of the two black pimps — the one who was taller, brawnier and gaudier than the other one — beckoned to me with one hand, while his other hand fondled the bulging crotch of his jeans … and began to unzip it. “Yo, white bitch, come here,” he said, looking right at me. “I got somethin’ for you, bitch.” I heard him whisper to the other black man: “Go get my stretch limo. We’re takin’ this white bitch for a ride. Maybe we’ll test-drive her, then she can work for me.”
I whimpered, utterly helpless. In my ear, I could hear the laughter of the Goddess: “Looks like you’re going to be busy for a while, you sissy-slut. I wonder what your new pimp will say when he finds out you’re built to take only TWO cocks at a time — one at each end — not THREE. Maybe he won’t care that you don’t have a vagina, as long as your other holes work. Maybe he’ll have you modified, and by this time tomorrow, you’ll HAVE a vagina. Anyway, you go run along with your prom date and have fun.” The Goddess chuckled as She spoke: “I’m going home now, slut. you won’t be needing these male clothes anymore, or your keys and I.D., so I’ll just take them with me. Remember to swallow!”
When I entered Her residence, Mistress Teresa was busy at Her computer, viewing the Internet. I dutifully knelt on the floor behind Her, awaiting Her instructions. As I knelt, I glanced at the website on Her computer. It showed police photos of two angry-looking African-American men. There was also a full-length photo of one of the two men, showing him standing up wearing only a diaper. The webpage had been posted by a local crime-watch. Above the photos was a message: _”These two men are registered sex offenders, paroled into our community after unsuccessful attempted conspiracy to abduct under-age girls. These men are under court order to wear monitor bracelets and to remain home on Halloween. Notify your children not to trick-or-treat at the following address…” The message listed a house in a lower-class Black neighborhood, twenty miles from Mistress Teresa’s home.
Now She switched off Her computer and commanded me: “sissy-slave, I have decided that — for Halloween this year — you will dress up as Goldilocks.” Mistress Teresa handed me a list. “you will come here at noon on Halloween, bringing with you these items from your sissy wardrobe. you will make the usual preparations for sissification. On this list are items you will purchase for your preparation, including a reel of monofilament nylon thread. And take these also.”
Mistress Teresa gave me a handful of tiny flat button-like discs: gray metal on one side, dull red on the other side. “Here is your latest slave task,” She commanded me, as I accepted the tiny discs. “I do not want little Goldilocks to spill any nasty porridge on her pretty pinafore. you will purchase some pink cloth, pink ribbons, and pink frilly lace. you will then sew a frilly pink sissy-bib for you to wear as Goldilocks on Halloween. To remind you that you are Goldilocks, I want you to take those metal buttons and applique them to the front of the bib so that they spell out the name of who you are for Halloween. When everyone sees you in your little-girl outfit, I want them to know that you are Goldilocks. Now, before I dismiss you, lie down face-upwards: open your mouth, and prepare for bidet service.”
let the sissyfication begin
I made the necessary preparations. On the night before Halloween, I used depilatory cream to render my face and my entire body absolutely hairless … especially “down there” between my thighs. When I finished, my entire body was smooth and bare and baby-soft. Only a short male crewcut of hair and my thin blond eyebrows remained on my male scalp.
Normally, when I prepare for sissy-maid service under Mistress Teresa’s command, I must first take an enema to clean out my insides; next, I shower to wash off all traces of my male stench, then I must bathe in scented soap and body lotion so that I smell like a Woman. This time, Mistress Teresa had slightly varied the procedure: this time I was required to take an enema with peppermint-scented soap. I showered as usual, but this time I bathed in baby shampoo and children’s bubble bath. The result left my soft pink hairless body smelling like a little Girl rather than a Woman.
I dressed in clean male garments and went to Mistress Teresa’s house, where I stripped naked and offered myself for inspection. She nodded Her approval and ordered me to begin my sissification ritual.
I have purchased a very realistic strap-on Vagina, made of molded latex: it has no pubic hair, but it has realistic flesh tones and bright pink labia. Now i put this on, spraying a thin layer of surgical adhesive inside the Vagina, then carefully squeezing my tiny undersized male baubles into the retainer cup in the back of the Vagina, and aligning the tip of my pathetic little inchworm with the urethra in the molded Vagina, so that I would be able to pee (girly-style) while wearing my Vagina.
I tucked my crewcut hair into a tight beige nylon wig cap, then I put on my Goldilocks wig: a wig of long blonde ringlets and sausage curls. I used several clear bobby pins to fasten the wig to my wig cap, and i had already threaded a pink satin hair ribbon through the cloth underframe of the wig. Now i fastened the hair ribbon under my chin, with a big pink bow at the back. i shook my head several times: my long Goldilocks curls tossed and swayed, but the wig stayed firmly in place. A fringe of long blonde little-Girl bangs concealed my forehead.
Next, I put on a pair of white frilly ankle socks. I own several pairs of Women’s and Girls’ shoes in my size, appropriate for Feminization: for this occasion, Mistress Teresa had commanded me to bring my black patent-leather Mary Jane tap shoes, with metal taps. Putting these on, I also stepped into a pair of pink ruffled sissy-panties, intentionally several sizes too small: the sissy-panties fit snugly over my crotch, showing that the front panel of the panties, between my thighs, was absolutely flat … with just a slight “camel-toe” for the labia of my strap-on Vagina.
Now Mistress Teresa indicated that She would take over the rest of my transformation. She had commanded me to bring my Venus de Milo corset, with its arm-binder restraints. She laced me into this now, tightening the corset-stays unmercifully until I had an hourglass figure. Ordering me to cross my arms behind my back, Mistress Teresa now adjusted the arm restraints of the Venus de Milo corset, and these too She tightened unmercifully, confiscating my arms. I knew, from painful previous experience, that I could wear this corset for several hours without damaging the circulation in my arms. For now, I was effectively armless.
“I hope little Goldilocks doesn’t need to go wee-wee any time soon,” Mistress Teresa taunted me as She picked up another item from my sissy wardrobe: a frilly pink baby-doll nightie, tailored for my male body with an enlarged bodice but a too-short hem. Pulling the baby-doll nightie over the blonde Goldilocks curls on my head, Mistress Teresa tugged the nightie into place over my corseted body, fastening the pink ribbon sash at my waist. The nightie’s lining contained several layers of white ruffled taffeta petticoats, very frilly but also very short. The too-short nightie was barely long enough to conceal the Venus de Milo corset I was forced to wear. my arms, tightly constricted behind my back, were hidden inside the rear of the very wide and very full (but too-short) nightie.
The baby-doll gown’s shoulders contained two short capped princess-style sleeves: normally my own arms would have emerged through those sleeves. Now, Mistress Teresa picked up a pink plastic baby-Girl doll: about the size of a real baby, with jointed arms and legs. With a slight savage effort, Mistress Teresa pulled the baby doll’s arms out of their plastic sockets … and then She attached these baby-sized plastic arms to the shoulder restraints of my corset, adjusting the plastic doll-arms so that they emerged through the short puffed sleeves of my frilly pink nightie.
The list of items I had been commanded to bring with me included some cosmetics purchases. Now, Mistress Teresa glued a pair of false eyelashes to my eyelids, then She applied a brief layer of make-up to my face: rouging my cheeks, reddening my lips.
Next, Mistress Teresa picked up my penis-pacifier: an enormous pink plastic object shaped like a baby’s pacifier, except that the part to suck on is a pink latex inflatable dildo. “Open wide, like a good little Girl,” Mistress Teresa commanded me. She thrust my penis-pacifier into my mouth — dildo ends inward, of course — then She used the pacifier’s air-pump attachment to inflate the dildo … enlarging the latex cock until it filled my mouth and I could no longer spit it out. Mistress Teresa took the pink ribbons on the pacifier and tightened them securely behind my head, among my long blonde Goldilocks curls … forcing the penis-pacifier so tightly into my mouth that I had to deep-throat the latex cock.
I own several other forced-insertion toys that are similar to my penis-pacifier but designed to be used farther down: inside my sissy-hole. As the inflatable cock filled my throat, I wondered why Mistress Teresa had not commanded me to bring one of those other toys as well. As if reading my thoughts now, She coldly assured me: “your little hiney won’t be feeling neglected tonight.”
One more detail remained. Mistress Teresa ordered me to sit on a stool and extend my legs straight outwards, close together. Wielding a knife, Mistress Teresa now picked up the reel of transparent nylon monofilament: a clear, thin thread that’s almost completely invisible, yet possessing extreme tensile strength. Swiftly, Mistress Teresa wound several loops of this clear filament around my left ankle, just above the frilly hem of my ankle sock. She knotted the loops closely: tight enough so that my foot could not slip out of the loops, yet loose enough not to threaten the circulation in my foot. Next, Mistress Teresa repeated this procedure with my right ankle. The nearly-invisible cord was now securely knotted around both of my ankles, with about six inches of barely-visible nylon filament serving as a tether between my Mary Janes.
“Get up and go to the mirror,” Mistress Teresa commanded me. At once, my taffeta petticoats rustled as I stood up and tried to walk. But the almost-invisible tether between my ankles restrained me: I discovered that I could only toddle in tiny six-inch baby steps, like a very young child. I heard Mistress Teresa’s mocking laughter as I toddled over to the mirror.
I was so startled, I nearly choked on the penis in my mouth. In the mirror, I looked almost exactly like a little Girl! I’m a normal-sized adult man, 5’9” tall … but now, in the mirror, I saw myself: my rouged face framed in long blonde Goldilocks curls and pink hair ribbons. my torso was covered — just barely — in a frilly pink baby-doll nightie with ruffles and petticoats. The hem of the nightie was much too short: I could easily see the pink ruffles of my sissy-panties peeking out beneath the petticoats … and, instead of a male bulge between the thighs of the panties, there was only the slight camel-toe of a little Girl’s labia. Below this was my naked bare legs, and — much farther down — my feet were encased in frilly ankle socks and Mary Janes.
my long eyelashes fluttered as I blinked in humiliated astonishment at the most embarrassing details of this disguise: the huge pink plastic pacifier (with its concealed dildo) crammed into my lipsticked mouth, and fastened in place. And, protruding from the short puffy sleeves of my baby-doll nightie were two tiny little baby-sized arms … much too small for my adult-sized (but otherwise totally infantilized) body.
I looked like a baby Girl!
Even more humiliating: I looked like a thalidomide baby Girl!
Mistress Teresa laughed cruelly as She stepped behind me and She fastened one more item into place beneath my chin, above the yoke of my baby-doll nightie: the pink ruffled sissy-bib that I’d made, with the dull red discs sewn into place to spell out the name “GOLDILOCKS”.
“Now everyone will know who you are,” laughed Mistress Teresa, while I blushed in shame. Reaching under the too-short hem of my baby-doll nightie, She seized my frilly sissy-panties and tugged them down to my knees, exposing the fake Vagina between my thighs. “Now bend over, Goldilocks!” commanded Mistress Teresa. Meekly, I obeyed … expecting Mistress Teresa to reach for Her paddle and give me a spanking on my bare hiney. Instead, I saw Mistress Teresa pick up the pink rubber bulb of a douche syringe, bringing this towards my rear entrance.
I whimpered, biting down on the latex cock in my lipsticked mouth as Mistress Teresa jammed the syringe bulb into my hiney-hole … and I felt a warm tingling liquid flooding into my rectum. “It’s just a mild hypnotic drug with hallucinogenic effects,” said Mistress Teresa soothingly. “It won’t take effect for about an hour or so, but then it will work very suddenly. Now listen carefully…”
Pushing aside a few of my long blonde Goldilocks curls to expose my left ear, Mistress Teresa whispered seductively in a smooth hypnotic voice … Her words filling my brain while Her hypnotic drug filled my rectum: “slave, I am implanting a hypnotic command in your subconscious mind: you will obey it, but you will have no conscious memory of this command before tomorrow.” As Mistress Teresa spoke, I trembled in terror … knowing that I would have no choice but to obey the command:
_“When you hear the words ‘Alice in Wonderland’, you will lose all awareness of your male identity, and you will BECOME a little Girl, four years old. you will be deeply terrified, but too frightened to scream or to run away. your memory will be completely blank except that you retain the voice and speech patterns of a four-year-old girl … and you will remember that your name is Goldilocks. The false Vagina between your thighs will become your own real “little-Girly place”. you will lose all memory of your corseted arms; the baby-doll arms at your shoulders will become your real arms, even though you cannot control them. you will have no teeth: if something is put into your mouth, you cannot bite it or spit it out: you must suck and swallow. None of these transformations will occur UNTIL you hear the command: until then, you remain aware that you are an adult man dressed in a ridiculous baby-Girl costume. Now click your Mary Janes three times to show that you understand, and then you will forget this hypnotic command until tomorrow.”
Nodding meekly, with my sissy-panties pulled down to my knees, I clicked my Mary Janes together three times. As soon as I did this, I felt a weird sucking sensation inside my brain, as if something had vanished … while I continued sucking on the latex cock crammed into my mouth.
Mistress Teresa pulled my panties up over my Feminized crotch, and She adjusted the hem of my baby-doll dress. Her stiletto heels clicked sharply as She strode towards the door of Her residence, leading to the carport. “Come along, Goldilocks! Time for you to go trick-or-treating!”
Out to the night, all dolled up
I tried to follow Mistress Teresa, but I could only toddle in tiny baby steps. She waited patiently until i reached the door, then She seized my corseted waist and She hustled me outside to Her parked car. After locking the house door, Mistress Teresa unlocked the car doors and held the rear door open. “Lie down on the back seat with your eyes closed,” She commanded me.
my transformation into Goldilocks had taken several hours; by now it was early evening on Halloween, and the trick-or-treaters might be out. The thought of being seen in public dressed as a little Girl — even on Halloween — terrified me.
As best as I could manage without the use of my arms, I crawled into the rear seat of the car, and I lay face-downwards with my eyes closed. A breeze across my bare thighs and my panty-clad hiney warned me that my petticoats and baby-doll dress were askew.
I heard the car doors close and the engine start. I had no idea where Mistress Teresa was taking me. I lay there helplessly in my little-Girl disguise, forced to suck on the huge latex hard-on crammed into my lipsticked mouth.
After a while, the car stopped. Mistress Teresa got out, opened the rear door, and She helped me to get out and stand up. By now it was early Halloween night. Mistress Teresa had taken me to an empty lot in a crime-ridden neighborhood where only lower-class Blacks live.
“Now listen carefully,” said Mistress Teresa, in a persuasive tone that I dared not disobey. She gave me directions to an address a few blocks farther south: the address sounded familiar.
Mistress Teresa instructed me: “you will walk to that address, exactly as you are, dressed as a little girl. I will follow you slowly in my car. At no time are you to acknowledge my presence or call attention to me. you are perfectly free to call attention to yourself … although I suppose that a full-grown white man, dressed as a four-year-old little blonde sissy-Girl, sucking on a pacifier and wearing tap shoes, will have no difficulty attracting attention in this neighborhood.” Mistress Teresa laughed cruelly, then She gave me one more command:
“When you reach the address, you will not be able to ring the doorbell because I have confiscated your arms and you cannot speak, because of that big cock in your mouth, which I assure you is only temporary. you will go around to the window on the left side of the ground floor, and wait for Me there. Click your Mary Janes twice to show Me that you will obey.”
Trembling in terror, I clicked my Mary Janes together twice, then I started toddling towards the exit of the empty lot. Behind me, I heard Mistress Teresa starting Her car.
It was a cold October night, and I shivered in the thin fabric of the pink taffeta baby-doll dress. A sudden breeze sprang up, snatching the hem of the nightie and petticoats, and raising them over my waist … exposing every inch of the pink ruffles on my sissy-pantied crotch. The wind ruffled the long blonde Goldilocks curls framing my face, reminding me that i was supposed to be a little Girl … as if the pink penis-pacifier crammed into my mouth would make me forget this. Now a stirring in my bladder made me feel like a little Girl for another reason … I had to make a wee-wee.
As quickly as I could, I toddled towards the address that Mistress Teresa had stipulated. I was painfully aware of my predicament: I was a white man, with no arms, forced to toddle in tiny baby steps through a Black neighborhood while dressed as a little blonde sissy-Girl and sucking on a huge cock. If anyone challenged me, I would be totally helpless! As I toddled, the metal taps on my Mary Janes rang loudly on the pavement, making sure that I attracted attention.
A horn honked, and suddenly a gaudy convertible, with the top down, pulled up beside me. The car inched along the curb, keeping pace with me as I toddled desperately.
Pissing myself in public
“Yo, white bitch! Where you goin’?” laughed a taunting male voice. Glancing sideways through my long fluttering eyelashes and my long blonde sausage curls, I saw that the car was occupied by two Black men, aged about twenty, and two Black Women slightly younger. All four of them were laughing as they stared at me. One of the Women whipped out a camera, and She snapped my picture as I sucked on the cock in my mouth.
“Who you s’posed to be for Halloween, bitch? Shirley muhfuggin’ Temple?” the second man asked, leering at my little-Girl costume. All four of the Blacks laughed. Mistress Teresa had warned me not to call attention to Her, but now I desperately hoped that She might protect me. The blonde Goldilocks curls tossed against my blushing cheeks as I frantically looked for Her car behind me. Now I saw Mistress Teresa leaning out of Her car’s window, holding a cellphone. There was a cruel smile on Her lips as She aimed the phone towards my throat, then She pressed a button.
A sudden red flash startled me, beneath the huge cock in my lipsticked mouth. I looked down at the pink frilly-sissy bib I was wearing. The tiny red discs sewn into the bib were L.E.D.s — diodes — and now they suddenly lit up to flash the word GOLDILOCKS in bright red letters, flashing on and off!
All four Blacks laughed even louder, while the one with the camera took my picture again. “This little white bitch thinks she’s Goldilocks!” said the Black man in the driver’s seat.
“she ain’t a bitch! she’s a faggot!” said one of the Black Women.
As I frantically toddled to escape, the other Black Woman pointed beneath the hem of my too-short baby-doll nightie, Her long fingernails grazed the pink ruffles between my thighs, directly over the slight camel-toe in the flat crotch of my sissy-panties. “Yo, look! Little sissy-bitch got a pussy between her legs!”
“Yo, Goldilocks! What you suckin’ on?” the driver taunted me, clutching the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand fondled the crotch of his tight-fitting jeans. Unlike the front of my frilly panties, there was a huge male bulge between his thighs. “you want to suck on THIS, Goldilocks?”
I whimpered in terror, trying to toddle faster as I sucked on the cock in my lipsticked mouth. The four Blacks kept pace alongside me, but now they started loudly debating if they should make “Goldilocks” come for a ride with them.
Now I suddenly lost control of my bladder! I felt a hot stream of piss squirting through the Vagina between my pantied thighs as I started to pee myself! I blushed bright crimson as I felt a warm stain spreading through my ruffled sissy-panties.
“Ewww! DAMN! Goldilocks is pissing herself!” The Black Woman with the camera took one more photo of me — a full-length portrait revealing my entire little-Girl costume, including my urine-soaked pissy sissy-panties — as the Black man in the driver’s seat laughed, and then the car sped away. The glue holding my false eyelashes in place was starting to get gummy: now I realized that I was crying in humiliation.
I managed to toddle the rest of the way to the house. Mistress Teresa had already parked, and She was waiting near an open window on the house’s ground floor. I was surprised that a window would be open in this high-crime neighborhood.
“I see that you’ve wet your panties, you disgusting little Girl,” said Mistress Teresa, wrinkling Her face in disgust as She pulled a pair of latex gloves onto Her trim hands. “you’d better take those nasty wet panties off.” As I saw what Mistress Teresa intended to do, I shook my head in dismay and I tried to toddle backward… but Mistress Teresa suddenly reached one gloved hand beneath the hem of my baby-doll dress and She seized the waistband of my urine-soaked panties. There was a brief struggle, a tearing sound … and suddenly a cold October breeze was blowing across my naked buttocks and my Feminized crotch … totally bare except for the thin latex Vagina between my thighs.
Mistress Teresa flung aside the sodden panties disdainfully while Her other hand seized my corseted waist and She drew me closer. “Now listen carefully,” said Mistress Teresa as She unfastened the dildo-pacifier from my mouth, withdrew it, then She wiped my drool-stained lips on my pink frilly sissy-bib. “you’re Goldilocks, and this is the Three Bears’ house. In the story, Goldilocks went into the house without being invited. So that’s what you’re going to do.”
Mistress Teresa seized me by my bare thighs: almost the only parts of my body that She could grip firmly without tearing my flimsy Goldilocks costume. I struggled and whimpered, desperately pleading with Mistress Teresa that I had experienced enough humiliation for one night, and I wanted to go home. She ignored my pleadings as She pushed me through the open window. “Be glad at least you’re Goldilocks,” said Mistress Teresa’s mocking voice as I teetered on the window sill. “At least you’re not Alice in Wonderland.”
Something clicked inside my brain. I lost my balance and I fell backward, in a flurry of blonde curls and petticoats. Like Alice plunging down the rabbit hole, I fell.
As I fell, I seemed to feel as if my body was shrinking. Just like Alice in Wonderland, I was getting smaller…
I landed on my head, but the slight padding of my wig cap and wig protected me only slightly — Wig? It’s not a wig! It’s my hair! — as I hit something hard, head-first, and I lay there stunned. The world was spinning. I could hear a key opening a door, then Mistress Teresa’s voice telling someone: “…the little sissy-faggot I promised to bring you.” i could feel my body shrinking as She spoke.
I saw a dark male hand holding several Halloween masks: animal masks. I saw two cruel male faces standing over me: the two Black men I’d seen on the webpage, who were convicted sex-offenders … aroused by little girls.
I managed to stand up, stunned and very confused as if the insides of my brain were being shuffled. Why was I suddenly only three feet tall? I was about the same size as a four-year-old child.
Three people towered over me, larger and powerful while I was weak and small. The proud Female in the middle was Mistress Teresa. She was flanked by two large brawny males with dark skin: two Black men. One man wore gang colors; the other male was naked, except for a large diaper held in place with an oversized safety pin. I noticed an enormous bulge in the crotch of his diaper, like a spear pointing towards my thighs … and now I noticed a similar bulge in the jeans of the other Black man … also pointing towards my thighs. The two Black men stepped away from Mistress Teresa, and I saw She was wearing an enormous strap-on dildo.
All three people were putting on masks: Halloween masks with bear-like faces.
I suddenly realized that I had no idea who I was! I shook my head to clear it, and long blonde sausage curls slapped my face. Now I saw something frilly and pink in a mirror, and I knew it was my reflection. I looked in the mirror to see who I am.
I’m a four-year-old Girl! I’m dressed in a frilly pink baby-doll nightie. Beneath its too-short hem and my piss-stained taffeta petticoats, I see my tiny bare hairless Vagina. I squirm nervously in my Mary Janes, as my arms dangle helplessly from the short puffed sleeves of my nightie. Why can’t i move my arms? my mouth is suddenly dry. I run my tongue across my toothless gums, feeling a faint taste of lipstick. If I’m a four-year-old Girl, why don’t I have teeth? Why do I feel a sudden powerful urge to SUCK on something?
Towering over me are three huge furry bears: one in male clothes, one in Female clothes, one in a diaper. i know who they are: Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear.
Now I know who I am: my mouth opens, and I introduce myself in a high-pitched lisping little-Girl voice:
”my name ith…” i stop, trying to force my little-Girl mouth — as toothless as a baby’s — to form the adult syllables of the name “Goldilocks”, but I can only lisp and babble in a high-pitched baby-Girl voice:
”H-h-h-hewwo. m-my name ith Goldiwockth,” i say, curtseying nervously as a breeze ruffles my petticoats and exposes the girly-place between my thighs.
A minute ago, i couldn’t remember who i am, or where i am, or how i got here. But now i remember: this is the house where the Three Bears live. Naughty little Goldilocks came in without permission: she ate the porridge and broke the furniture.
And I’m Goldilocks.
my petticoats rustle as I tremble in fear. I’ve been a naughty little Girl, and now I’m going to be punished.
I whimper in terror, as I see that all three of the Three Bears have big huge nasty long thick things pointing at me from between their hind legs. Even Mama Bear.
Now Mama Bear points underneath my petticoats at my little girly-place between my trembling naked thighs. “We don’t want to make little Goldilocks pop her cherry,” says Mama Bear. “But one of you can rape Goldilocks in her little hiney, while the other one gives Goldilocks something to suck on. And I don’t mean porridge.” Mama Bear fondles Her strap-on. “When you’re done with Goldilocks, I’ll take over.”
Papa Bear and Baby Bear move towards me, stroking their huge nasty hard things. “Come here, Goldilocks!”
my toothless mouth has gone dry, but I have a feeling my mouth will be full of something wet soon. Not porridge.
Right now would be a really good time for the Huntsman to rescue me. No, wait, that’s Little Red Riding Hood. I’m in the wrong fairy tale.
I click my Mary Janes together, wishing I can go home to Kansas. No, that’s Dorothy.
I glance at my little-Girl-self in the mirror, thinking this would be a really good time for me to escape through the Looking-Glass. No, that’s Alice.
i start crying … like a little Girl.
One of the Bears turns the lights out. In the dark, something pushes aside the long blonde curls framing my face, and thrusts itself between the pink toothless gums of my lipsticked mouth. Against my will, i start to suck on this erect invader. Hairy paws push roughly past my petticoats … lifting them aside, then gripping my little-Girl buttocks and spreading them apart as something long and stiff invades my hiney.
I squeal in terror, whimpering and kicking my Mary Janes. I hear Mama Bear laughing. “Save some for Me!” She tells Papa Bear and Baby Bear.
In the darkness, my mouth and my hiney are being filled with huge hairy dirty penises, while — beneath my long blonde curls — my memory is wiped completely empty and clean, except for one thought that I remember with absolute certainty:
I am Goldilocks. I’m a naughty little Girl. This is all my fault. Now I’m getting raped by the Three Bears … and I deserve it!
What do you like most about sex with a sissy? Please give details.
I love how most (not all) tend to love sucking dick and most actually know how to do it well if not great lol … I’ve known a few gg’s who bragged about their oral skills then I’m left thinking who the f’ told you you could suck dick because that sucked … in a bad way lol. The bigger thing I like about ts and sissy types is of course willingness to get fucked in the ass … I have an ass and anal fetish (kind of how I got into ts, tv, and etc in the first place lol) so being able to go there and not have to hear (usually) about ouch that hurts, it’s too big, and other stuff you get from a lot of gg and have someone who loves it is such a mind fuck … not to mention feels damn good lol.
What there not to like? A true sissy is a much more fem than most gg girls, she actually LOVEs pleasing her man and making him happy! And knows how to take a compliment and appreciates her man for being himself. I always feel much more comfortable around a sissygirl, hard to explain, but there is a very special connection between a Daddy and his sissy! And those of us who to experience it know what I am talking about!
And how can I forget about being able to cum inside as much as I want!!!!!
A sissy understands a man’s needs like NO other. Physically she knows her Daddy’s body. Where and how he wants to be kissed, sucked and kissed. She doesn’t have to be asked; she KNOWS and gives her Daddy what he wants. Visually she takes the time to dress for her lover understanding what turns him on and what he wants to see. This definitely forms foreplay that I personally feel is erotic. The process of making herself beautiful for him is deeply appreciated by most guys and reaps blissful rewards later.
I want to be sucked and she does it expertly taking her time. There is NO complaining or impatience. If you’ve ever been awakened from your sleep with your dick in her siphoning mouth, trust me, you’ll want it again and again. The fact that she WANTS to suck my cock is a blessing I cherish. Also, the offering of her ass is what made me want to be with a sissy in the first place. Her ass is a thing of beauty. I want her hole and she knows I want it, so she gives it. Even after I cum deep inside her she gives it again and I love it. The level of intimacy felt when I’m deep inside of her is a feeling of deep satisfaction. If I’m sounding passionate it’s because I am. I embrace her for what she is and does for me and that touches me in a place where no one else can. Quite simply, yes, it’s a matter of preference. But ohhh, it is SO much more.
We gurls are sooo happy you guys appreciate us and I for one agree with what all of you have said. I love to please, NEED that cock and cum and love NSA, no drama sex. Anon playtime is sooo hot and I love that you guys keep coming back for MORE. Love it when you guys come back for more again and again. 🙂
I like being able to push my partner into feminizing and living the life of a full-time female and submissive partner for my dom desires. And I like to begin the relationship with a significant transfer of power, which enables me to force you to obey me. This usually takes the form of agreeing to wear a chastity device permanently. That’s reinforced by wearing femme clothing and living as a woman, taking hormones, growing breasts, and re-shaping your body into a very female form. As you take these steps, you will become more & more feminine, and it will become progressively harder to resist.
Yes, there are significant obstacles. Who will pay for hair removal? This is usually a major step, and it can be the most expensive part of your transition. But it’s also a huge commitment, and leave you looking & feeling very womanly.
The question is for men who like having sex with sissies. What do they like? I am sure it is not the same for every man. One might like a chick with a dick and want to play with it while he fucks. One might like the idea of making them more fem with each fucking… one likes the eagerness, one likes the understanding a sissie might have of the male anatomy… It’s not a question for sissies. It’s a question for the men who like to have sex with sissies. I repeat. not a question for sissies. Well, unless you are a sissie who likes to have sex with sissies.
First and foremost it is the way they desire to give pleasure to their Daddy. The way they know what works and what doesn’t, everything from making sure he is taken care of when he gets home from work to what he needs when he wakes up in the morning. There is just something they know instinctually and don’t have to stress around it.
We can all list the sexual abilities and the way a sissy feels to her daddy but others have covered a lot of that already.
It’s not a question for sissies. It’s a question for the men who like to have sex with sissies. I repeat. not a question for sissies. Well, unless you are a sissie who likes to have sex with sissies.
I hope you weren’t talking to me… Don’t let my cute exterior fool you.
I’m working on cultivating a stable of cute little gurls that would make most of the Daddies in this thread weep for joy. And not to throw shade at the guys, but I’ve probably fucked more sissy tramps in the past month than most of them. My latest project is recruiting and cultivating new “talent” to amuse mine. During that little quest, I have been approached by four other Daddies asking me if I could help them nurture their talent. I’ve paid my dues and spent enough time on the bottom. I’m pretty certain I know a thing or two about what pleases Daddy.
For what it’s worth, everything @TopUGood said was right on the money.
Do you want to know what I like most about fucking sissies?
I just like showing them that a cute gurl with a big, hard clit can make them whimper as much as any Alpha Top Daddy can! Trust me, the humiliation of being impaled by Daddy’s best gurl while being reminded of just how low and worthless a cock slut a sissy is can really do wonders.
I was in total denial the first time I discovered Karen was cheating on me. I refused to believe it, ‘how could my beautiful wife of eight years, the love of my life, the one woman whom I’ve chosen to build a life with, throw everything away?’ I was simply in denial.
Karen came from acentric beauty. She towered over me at 6ft, with long brown hair, high cheekbones, red luscious lips, and an amazing toned physique; she turned heads anywhere she went. She got attention anywhere she went. I certainly was lucky to have her and I must admit, I felt like a king the first time we slept together.
Alas, things have dwindled in recent years. My work keeps me very busy, I work in finance and my job can get rather stressful. With all my work stress and my want to secure a financial future for us, I suppose I neglected her a tad. Karen was flesh and blood woman and I guess I was never there for her…. That combined with the fact that when I overthink; I go flaccid. Erectile dysfunction is no laughing matter and given my hectic schedule, my stress, and my other transgressions, when it finally came to time to step up to the plate, my little fella just wasn’t up for it. I guess you could say she was frustrated…. I had no idea it would lead to my becoming a pathetic cuckold.
The first time she cheated on me, I simply refused to believe it. I just pretended that everything was just as it always was….. I guess it made things worse. I was forced to confront the situation one afternoon when I walked in on them in the act.
I couldn’t believe what I saw as I opened the door to our bedroom. There was my wife, on all fours being pounded from behind by some able-bodied macho man. I had never taken my wife this way, even when I was able to get it up, I always stuck to plain old missionary and we rarely broke a sweat…. Now here I was watching two bodies glistening in sweat with my wife screaming ‘fuck me stud! Fuck me with that big fat cock’. I stood there watching for a while until they finished.
I’m ashamed to admit; I broke down and cried before them.
Hours later I sat in the kitchen as Karen explained to me that she still loved me and that her relationship with ‘Andre’ was merely physical.
I was a wimp, I was weak… I always have been. I didn’t want to lose her and I certainly didn’t want to be alone.
“I’m so sorry honey. But, we don’t make love anymore. I understand that you can’t function as a man anymore, but I have needs” She did make a valid point.
“What should we do now? Therapy?” I asked
“No, no therapy. We don’t need it. Everything is perfect. I love you and you love me. I look after you and our home and you are an excellent provider. But, I will continue to see Andre on the side in order to satisfy my physical needs. It’s just sex”
So, from then on I was a cuckold. An impotent cuckold.
For a while, everything seemed normal. Until Andre had to relocate for work.
This led to her going out with some of her friends from work until the late hours of the night and sometimes coming home with strangers. Over time she refused to even share a bed with me and suggested I move into the guest bedroom; which ultimately became my room.
Over a period of eight months, I counted 12 different lovers.
Of course she still loved me and in no way was she ever cruel or mean to me…. But this soon changed when I lost my job and she became the sole income earner in the household.
Lounging around the house all day eventually took its toll and I could tell she was getting fed up with me. So I suggested we go away somewhere, just the two of us. I was going to plan on rekindling our relationship and hopefully try to make love to my wife again and reclaim my lost manhood. I had purchased some Viagra through a mutual friend and was desperate to show her that I can be all that she needs.
Unfortunately, she had other ideas.
When I suggested we go away, she was overjoyed but insisted she choose the destination. It was then that she pulled out a pamphlet to show me titled ‘The Cuck and Bull Resort’. My stomach turned and I was overcome with a real sense of loss…. Will I ever get to fuck my beautiful wife again?
“Oh stop pouting! It’ll be fun. Fun for both of us. I’ll spend all day with the bulls and you’ll get to service all the spent and satisfied women after they’ve been fucked” There were no formal staff at the resort and I was later to learn that all the husbands or ‘cuckboys’ as we were referred to, would do all the chores; change the sheets, prepare the meals and of course provide services to the wives as well as the bulls.
“I don’t know about this Karen.” I pouted.
“You want me to be happy don’t you?” she teased
“Yes dear” I said hanging my head in shame
“Great! I’ll make the reservations”
The Cuck and Bull Resort was located on a secluded island way out in the Dominican Republic. In order to get there, we had to take two planes and yacht and finally, a ferry.
This place was simply paradise; with tropical wildlife, palm trees, and a lavish five-star resort complete with eight Olympic sized swimming pools, a large hall, a ballroom as well as other familiar amenities.
As soon as we arrived, we were ushered into a large hall where other couples awaited further instructions; we stood before a sign that read ‘Cuck Orientation’. In total, I counted another eight couples. That’s eight drop-dead gorgeous women, dominant wives. Some were as young as 25 and others were as old as 60 but all were stunners. The men on the other hand, much like myself looked defeated, weak and submissive. I could tell most of them didn’t want to be there and they certainly weren’t trying to make eye contact with anyone. So, just like them I hung my head in shame and looked at my feet as my wife broke out and went to mingle with the other hotwives.
Moments later, the curator arrived, taking her place on the stage. Introducing herself as Beth, she had founded the Cuck and Bull Resort to quench her own sexual desires. This woman, although mature was honest to god knockout. With short blonde hair and a muscular physique, she carried herself with confidence and demanded respect.
“Ladies and Cucks, welcome to the Cuck and Bull Resort. I am Beth, your curator. Before we take care of housekeeping, I’ll give you ladies a chance to say goodbye to your husbands, you won’t see them for two weeks. Here at the Cuck and Bull Resort, we typically keep spouses apart. Cucks! You will be attending to the wives here at the resort, but not your own.”
Karen came to me and kissed me on the cheek, “Be good cuckboy and make sure you do as you’re told. I spent a lot of money on this and I don’t want you to ruin my fun. Promise me you’ll be good!”
“I promise,” I said, too ashamed to look at her.
Before too long the husbands were ushered to the other side of the hall.
“And now Ladies, I’d like to introduce you to the Bulls. Choose carefully, they’ll be your lover for the next two weeks” Beth announced.
As one more humiliation, the defeated husbands were forced to watch as their wives chose another man to be their companion for the next fortnight. They came out all at once and I must admit, I was instantly intimidated. They all sported similar builds, almost reminiscent of bodybuilders. Three of the eight men were black, two were Latino and the remaining three were white. They beamed masculinity and smelt of testosterone… I could literally feel my penis retract further inside me.
To my shock, almost all of the women flocked to the black men first. My wife was lucky enough to choose the object of her desire without any problems. She chose ‘Terrance’ a six foot, black body builder; with broad shoulders, a barrel chest and an obvious bulge in his pants, in other words, big black and hung… the opposite of me. Terrance, much like the other bulls, was dressed only in briefs.
I watched in agony and jealousy as my wife ran her fingers across his manly chest, looking up at him with lust in her eyes… I remember when she used to look at me that way. All hope was lost.
Soon enough, the cucks were eventually led into a smaller darker hall with grey walls. This room was damp and cold. We all stood there in silence, eight grown men too ashamed to make eye contact with each other.
After what seemed like an eternity, the moderators entered. There were three of them in total and they all appeared to be under the age of 25…. All were bombshells. They all wore the same uniform, a skin-tight white jumpsuit. First, there was Rita, a no nonsense busty blonde, then there was Michelle a fit and toned brunette and lastly there was Helen a slim blonde.
Rita walked up onto the stage as the others stood towards the back of the room.
“You have no rights here. You will always do as you are told! By us, by the wives and even by the Bulls! No questions asked! If a Bull wants to butt-fuck you, you say yes sir and bend over! Do I make myself clear!?!?”
Then and there, I made the mistake of making direct eye contact with her….”You!” she called out to me.
“Get up here on the stage beside me” she demanded.
Hesitantly, with a knot in my stomach I made my way up onto the stage and stood next to the busty goddess. “Why are you here?” she asked me.
“Why am I here?”
She slapped me hard across the face; it almost sent me over on my ass. I could hear the other men wincing. I could hear the other women snickering. I clutched my burning face and looked at her innocently.
“Never answer me with a question cuckboy!…. Now, why are you here!?” she asked again.
“I’m here because I can’t satisfy my wife”
The three bombshells erupted in laughter.
“Who else can’t satisfy their wives? Let’s see a show of hands!”
One by one, each of the men raised their hands.
Rita smirked, “You are here because you’ve either got a limp cock or a small willy! Either way, you can’t pleasure your wives. But don’t worry, they’ll be screaming in ecstasy for the next two weeks non-stop!”
Rita looked directly at me, “Strip cuckboy!” She turned to the others, “All of you strip… and put your clothes in a pile beside you, you’ll get them back in two weeks.”
Hesitantly, I slowly began the arduous task of removing my clothes. Buying time, I began with my socks, then my belt…. By the time I reached my shirt, I noticed everyone else had already disrobed.
“Hurry up cuckboy!!” she screamed at me, “I can tell you are going to be a problem!”
Being up there on the stage, with all eyes on me, I felt so utterly exposed and vulnerable. I removed my shirt, “Nice tits!” Helen yelled out. I removed my trousers and then…. It was the moment of truth. I never thought I had a small penis, but in my current flaccid state, I must have looked so ridiculous.
All three girls erupted in laughter, “Oh, that explains allot!” Rita announced, “Did you know Bulls have a 9inch minimum requirement?… I guarantee you, your wife will never look at you the same again!” more fits of laughter followed.
“It looks like a little button! No wonder you can’t satisfy your wife! What do you have to say for yourself cuckboy?”
“My wife never complained about my size, I just can’t get it up anymore” I protested in my haste
More laughter followed, this time from some of the other cucks.
“Oh really? So you’re a shrimp dicked impotent cuck? That’s precious!” Rita laughed, “A flaccid little noodle! Awww, how cute!!” Helen chimed in.
“Bend down and touch your toes cuckboy!” Rita demanded.
I desperately wanted this to end, so I figured ‘just comply with their orders and they’ll leave you alone’. I bent over and touched my toes, my ass up in the air. “You are going to be my example!” As if she were teaching a class, she announced, “If anyone misbehaves, pretends to be a man or disobeys an order you’ll end up just like…. What’s your name cuckboy?” she asked me.
“N..N.. Nick, my name is Nick miss.”
“Well, from now on, your name is Nancy!” she announced.
I looked down at my peers, feeling every little bit humiliated, ‘at least my wife isn’t here to see this’ I thought to myself. Some of the other cucks were actually enjoying my torment, others were horrified…. But most were enjoying the show. Before I could comprehend my thoughts, I felt something hard, wet and slimy being penetrated up into my anus. I squirmed and flinched.
“I’ve just inserted a pickle into your sissyhole! Nancy, I want you to do three laps around this hall with the pickle lodged up your ass. If the pickle falls out, we shall replace it with something bigger and you’ll have to start over! Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes miss” Slowly, I rose and made my way down the steps where I proceeded to do three laps around the hall, all the while Rita spoke, “If you think this is humiliating, imagine doing it in front of your wives and all the Bulls and the staff! Faster Nancy! Pick up the pace!!!”
As I started the third lap, Helen and Michelle gave me a series of hard wacks to the behind. I yelped as my ass felt like it was on fire… Thankfully, the pickle didn’t fall out of my ass. Rita came down off the stage and ordered me to bend over once more and touch my toes.
I felt her fish around inside my anus and pull out the slimy pickle. With that she handed it to me and ordered, “eat it!” Hesitantly, I took the pickle and slowly chewed on it.
“The next few days we’ll teach you all to be proper, pricy little sissies. We’ll teach you how to dress, how to present yourselves, how to prepare a bed, how to prepare meals and most importantly, how to clean a spent cock”
I hesitantly swallowed, almost passing out from disgust, shame and humiliation.
What came next was a series of daunting and embarrassing rituals that will forever be tattooed into my memory.
Firstly, we were ordered to line up side by side as Michelle wondered up and down eyeing each and every one of us up and down. With that, we were arranged in order from most feminine to least feminine. I was somewhere in the middle for that. I knew I wasn’t in the best shape of my life, but my man boobs and slight gut, I think, put me over that scale.
Next was the penis size test. Michelle once again paced up and down holding a tape measure… With that she proceeded to measure each and every one of us, starting at the end of the line, with the most feminine male.
Dale was pale and thin and, could very well pass for a woman if he wore a dress… unfortunately; he was moved to the front of the line when his member engorged to its very impressive size of seven and a half inches. He was named then and there, the ‘headcuck’ and if there were no women or Bulls around, we’d take orders from him, since he was the closest thing to a man amongst us fellow cucks.
Michelle made her way down the line, proceeding to measure all of us. Most men sprouted modest boners as soon as she approached… but me, I was just so bloody nervous. I hung there, pathetically in my flaccid state. “Short, pink and thin! I bet your wife loves the feel of that hey?” Almost everyone in the room erupted in laughter at my expense.
I just wish I was an able bodied alpha male, with a huge hard fat cock. But that wasn’t the case, if it was, I surely wouldn’t be in this predicament.
At 2.5 inches and with the only cuck unable to attain an erection, I was ultimately named the ‘bottom cuckboy’ which pretty much meant I was everyone’s bitch and had to do the most demeaning jobs on the resort. I was constantly the butt of jokes and it was permitted by the moderators for me to be made fun of by the other cuckboys.
From there, we were forced into skimpy maid’s uniforms, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. These uniforms were very short and very tight, bright pink, complete with tassels and bows. Furthermore, we were all forced to wear 9 inch stiletto heels. For the rest of the afternoon, we all practiced walking in our uncomfortable heels, it was just torture.
At the end of the day we were shown how to apply make-up: bright pink lipstick, blush, heavy eye make-up and lastly, to complete the look, a blonde wig….. By the end of the day, Rita, Helen and Michelle had created the perfect group of sissies.
Hours later, all of us sissies were paraded throughout the hall before our astounded wives and cocky bulls. Needless to say, I simply couldn’t make eye contact with any of the women at that point. I merely kept my head down as we were exhibited before everyone. “Ladies and Bulls, I present to you, the Cucks!” as Beth made that announcement, the hall erupted in applause and laughter. This seemed like an eternity and I only hoped that my own wife couldn’t recognise me. I knew that I’d loose all credibility as a man if she recognised me and saw how utterly weak and helpless I was. After all, what ‘man’ would let a woman do this to him?…. After several minutes of applause, all of us cucks were ushered back into obscurity where our induction continued.
As the week progressed we were assigned different tasks and assignments. Mine was to make assigned beds at the beginning of the day and then again before nightfall. Being the bottomcuck, I rarely saw any of the wives or the bulls. I constantly wondered what my own wife, Karen, was up to. I burned with pain deep in my heart and longed for the days that I was able to take her the way a husband should.
Eight days into my stay at the prestigious ‘Cuck and Bull Resort’, I was approached by the ‘headcuck’ Dale, to take over some of his chores. Being the headcuck, Dale was fortunate enough to actually interact with some of the wives on a social level. A rumour was floating around that Dale had even been used as a ‘fucktoy’ at a nightly orgy a week earlier. Everyone of the other cuckboys was terribly envious of him, including myself.
“I want you to clean up in room 315, they’ve been going at it all night and I’m just exhausted. Can you handle it?” He asked me.
I simply didn’t know what to expect. What could ‘clean up’ mean? Dusting? New Sheets? I prepared myself with extra make up and made my way over to room 315.
“Room Service!” I knocked on the door. “Come in cucky” I heard through the other side. I slowly opened the door and entered.
The first thing that hit me was the stench, the stench of post coital activity. The whole room smelt like sweat and sex. It was damp, it was humid and it was stinking hot.
Laying on the bed was a spent black bull. He was soaked in sweat, pussy juices and his own seamen. He smirked at me as I made eye contact. I couldn’t believe the size of his flaccid penis, it lay across his stomach and had to have been at least 9 inches. It was as thick as a coke can and covered in purple veins. My instant reaction was to look down at my puny little member, poking out through the bottom of my very short skirt; pink and thin as Michelle had so eloquently put it.
“Cuckboy!” the hotwife called me.
I was entranced by her beauty. She had to have been at least 25, with rock hard abs, bronzed skin and a fit upper body. She lay on bed beside her lover, exhausted. Her upper torso was covered in seamen.
“Yes, ma’am” I asked.
“Clean the Bull!” she demanded.
Reaching for my cloth, I knelt down between the bulls legs and proceeded to wipe him down. I must admit, I was terrified at that point. Here I was, washing this muscular young man. His monster cock twitched as I held it in my hands and gently wiped it down with my damp cloth.
After what seemed like twenty minutes of wiping down the stud, the hotwife called out to me, “Are you just going to clean him faggot? I’m dirty too!”
“Oh yes, of course, sorry Miss” I said as the bull chuckled at my expense.
I turned my focus to the hotwife, getting ready to wipe all of the semen off of her. “No, don’t use that dirty cloth”
“Miss?” I asked
“Use your tongue” she demanded.
The thought of licking another man’s cum made me sick to my stomach, but the idea of being this close to such a goddess made me feel like dancing. I discarded the cloth and dove for her pussy, licking up the excess semen from her spent lover. It tasted salty, but almost like playdoh…. Not quite as disgusting as I had imagined.
I licked up and down, around her vulva for what seemed like ages. I looked up at her: she was in her own little world, her eyes closed, enjoying being worshiped. Her black lover appeared to be sleeping…. So, I just focused on the task at hand, it had been just a long time since I had eaten pussy, I had to savour it.
Then, something magical happened. I felt an odd sensation between my legs, a sensation I hadn’t felt in quite some time. I had sprouted a boner.
Not wanting it to go to waste, I reached down and gently started to fondle myself as I continued to eat the sluts pink, salty pussy. She moaned as she grabbed a hold of my head, forcing me further into her clitoris.
I began to beat my meat, my first erection in months. This is it! This was the moment I’d been waiting for! I furiously pounded my meat, getting closer and closer to the edge. I wish my wife could see me now…
“What the fuck!!!?” the stud called out.
This was enough to snap the hotwife out of the moment. She looked down with me with disgust, “Ugh! What the fuck are you doing? You nasty little pervert!”
“I… I… I’m sorry” was all I could say.
Before I could comprehend my thoughts, the bull had reached across and grabbed a fistful of my manhood, “You dare get hard in front of a woman! You need to learn your place sissy!” With that, he squeezed until I saw stars. Needless to say, my erection subsided in an instant.
Like a rag doll I crumpled into a ball and whimpered, “Don’t think I won’t tell Miss Beth about this!” she added.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I know, I’m seated in an office before five angry women, including the curator and founder of the Cuck and Bull Resort, known as Beth.
“What shall we do with you Nancy?” she turned to Rita, “I want him strung up and put on display, this type of behaviour shall not be tolerated!” She looked directly at me, “I only hope your wife can forgive you!”
From there, I was dragged into a small dark room where I was forced down on my hands and knees. My skirt was removed exposing my buttocks and genitals…. “Keep your eyes forward unless you want your punishment to be worse!” one of the ladies said to me.
Suddenly, I felt an odd cold sensation on my penis followed by a loud ‘click’. I later learned that I had been placed in chastity and the key had been given to my wife. From there I was strung up into what appeared to be a glass chamber, or glass booth… Obviously I was going to be put on display. I soon put two and two together and began to plead, “Please! Please no! I can’t let my wife see me like this! Please! God no!”
My mouth was eventually stuffed with a pacifier to shut me up.
From there, I was strung up and ‘decorated’. The women wasted no time in making me look as prissy and pathetic as possible. Along with my chastity tube, two bells dangled from my testicles and a pink ribbon tied them all together. My attire was more feminine with more bows and tassels, a shorter skirt showing off my crotch, heavier make up and a blonde permed wig.
I was strapped upwards, made to stand… I couldn’t move. Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I soon felt something penetrate my anus. I squirmed and grimaced, what could it be?
I was soon to discover that I had been hooked up to what could only be described as a ‘fucking machine’. It would penetrate me for hours as I squirmed and moaned in utter discomfort.
After a few hours, the unveiling commenced.
I was encased in a glass booth which was concealed by red and gold drapes. “Unleash the bottomcuck!” Beth announced. Suddenly, I was facing all of the wives, all of the bulls and all of the cucks.
There I was, dressed like a pathetic sissy, in chastity, being fucked up the arse by a machine.
I looked down at the women pleadingly, but of course… they all erupted into laughter. The humiliation was just too much for me, I closed my eyes and turned my head away.
“As you can see, the bottomcuck here, is being punished. He had the audacity to have an unauthorised erection and the nerve to touch himself before a hotwife and her bull! This type of behavior will not be tolerated!!” Beth announced.
Pretty soon, I felt intensity like no other from behind. She must’ve turned up the speed or something, “eyes open slut!” she called out to me, “look at your audience!”
My eyes opened as I looked around in desperation, then… it happened. I made eye contact with her, with Karen. Oh god no! My wife had seen me like this! She had recognized me. Instead of laughing, she looked disgusted and almost ashamed.
“Now, if you want to claim this cuckboy as your husband, come forth now and his torment will end. In turn, you will both be asked to leave the island. But, if you wish to keep enjoying your bull, don’t claim him and his torment will continue for another 24 hours”
Oh god no! Not 24 hours of this. I looked at Karen with pleading eyes, alas it was clear she was enjoying herself far too much.
To my horror and to my shock, she was the first to leave the room with her bull. One by one all of the wives and bulls left the room.
I hung my head in shame, “You see, you’re nothing. No one wants you. You’re not a man, never were and never will be” Beth said.
With that, the moderators, along with the cucks left the hall, leaving me there alone to be fucked by the machine all night long.
The following morning, I was eventually released from the clutches of the fucking machine. I was treated to a bath and then a heavy meal. Unfortunately, the steel tube which encased my penis remained.
“You may take the day off to spend as you like, you’ve suffered enough. As you can see, we’ve taken extra precautions to ensure your disgusting little worm does not get hard again in the presence of the wives here at the resort” Rita announced.
“When can I take this thing off?” I asked.
“That’s up to your spouse. She’ll receive the key at the end of your stay” Michelle added.
For the rest of the week, I kept a pretty low profile and always avoided eye contact with the wives as well as the moderators.
Sometimes, I’d get snickered at and I’d hear people whispering as I walked on by. They knew they all knew that I was the bottomcuck.
Finally, our time at the Cuck and Bull Resort had come to an end. On the final day, the cucks were ushered into that same grey hall and we were given back our male clothes. I couldn’t have changed back into my old slacks and shirt fast enough. However, we weren’t allowed to remove our makeup or wigs yet…. And in my case, I still wore the uncomfortable steel tube on my penis. Even if I tried, an erection would not be possible.
The cucks waited patiently in a small room as, one by one, the wives arrived and claimed their husbands. I watched and waited for my own wife, Karen to come and claim me. I watched in agony as every single last cuck left before me.
Before too long, Karen entered the room…. with her Bull. “This is Terrance, can you believe he lives in our city? Can you imagine all the fun the three of us will get up to?”
I was still too ashamed to make eye contact with her, “What took you so long?”
“Oh relax, stop pouting! I was just fucking my Bull” She replied.
“Can I please take this make up off before we leave?” I pleaded.
“No, I want you to always wear make-up from now on. And that chastity device isn’t coming off any time soon either!” she added.
“But why?” I almost cried at that point.
“You are my sissy cuck, Nancy” she laughed, “And you always will be from now on, now get my bags. Terrance and I plan on having a quickie before we catch our ferry off the island”
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).
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.”
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.
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.
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.
I feel like I know you from all your e-mails, the pictures you sent me, and the conversations we’ve been having. It seems like I know almost everything about you.
But most importantly, I know how much you like to dress up as a girl. And today, your dream is finally going to come true.
Are you excited, nervous, a little scared?
Yes? Yes what, excited, nervous or scared?
All of them? Oh come on now, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just you and me today and we’re going to have a ball together!
Sit down on the couch with me and relax for a little while. Would you like something to drink?
Water? Sure, I think I have some water around here somewhere.
I have all the things you ordered from Secrets In lace inside. You know, at first, I thought it was silly that you wanted to have them shipped here, but now I think it’s going to be a wonderful surprise for you.
Their lingerie is just gorgeous; I know you’re going to love it. And I have a pair of very, very, sexy black, Sasha pumps with cute little ankle straps in just your size. You should be able to walk in 4-inch heels by now right?
And if that isn’t enough, I have a beautiful Rene of Paris wig in Vanilla lush, it’s a very light blond that will look great on you.
I also have some pretty clip-on earrings, an adorable set of pearls, and all-new makeup and nail polish, and…
Are you OK, you look a bit faint? Deep breaths sweetheart, take a few deep breaths.
If you’ve changed your mind and want to forget about this it’s fine, really. You can take your things with you and I won’t be mad or anything, it’s totally up to you.
Maybe you’re not ready, is that it? I understand. I’ll go get your stuff.
Did you say something? You want to do this after all? Well alright, but you have to promise to be a good girl and do everything I say. Is that understood?
Now the first thing we have to do is change your name, just for today. I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think the name Candy is perfect for you. Do you like that Candy?
I thought you would. Now come with me. Wait, let me rephrase that, follow me downstairs.
You know Candy, later on you can practice walking up and down these stairs in your heels, won’t that be fun? I have so many important things to teach you about being a girl.
I see you’re all shaved like a good little girl, so now its time to take off those silly male clothes and put on your panties. You can change in the bathroom over there and I’ll get your lingerie. Just put your jeans and stuff in the shopping bag on the counter.
OK Candy, here are your gorgeous, Secrets in Lace, full satin briefs and a matching Cabaret Plunge Bra.
Candy? Hey-open the door.
A little more….. More….. Come on, you know you can’t wait to try these things on.
Here you go. Nice huh? They really make some beautiful lingerie don’t they? I’ll have to get some of these for myself. You’re not the only one that likes pretty panties you know.
We also have a matching garter belt to go with that, but I think we’ll do your makeup first. Now come on, get your pretty little butt out here.
Here she comes… Oh my, don’t you look pretty! Come on, don’t be shy, we have all kinds of fun in store for you this afternoon.
You love this don’t you Candy? You just love the feeling of the soft, silky, lacy fabric on your smooth body.
It’s perfectly alright sweetheart. All girls love pretty lingerie and you want to be a girl right? This is only the beginning for you Candy, only the beginning…
Why don’t you have a seat right here in this chair and I’ll make you beautiful, just like the Secrets in Lace girls that you love so much. Come on, that’s a good girl. Now just relax and enjoy this.
I want you to pay close attention to the way I do your makeup so it will be easier for you when you’re home.
Now, let’s pluck a few stray hairs in your eyebrow area, nothing drastic, we just want to neaten you up a bit. It’s very important to have groomed eyebrows you know, they frame your face which will be my canvas. I am an artist, and there’s nothing I love more than showing people how to properly apply makeup.
First, we’ll start with a liquid primer. This will give you that nice feminine, flawless skin you’ve always wanted. Be patient sweetheart, makeup is an art and it shouldn’t be rushed. Besides, I’ll bet this is your first time having professional help.
Did you used to try to put on makeup yourself? Its not as easy as it looks is it? Don’t you worry Candy; you are going to look amazing. And you can always call me when you’re dressing up at home if you have trouble.
Next, we’re going to apply skin matching foundation. I’ll smooth it over in a downward motion with a makeup sponge.
Are you paying attention Candy? I realize how excited you are but I want you to watch me. I’m going to give you everything we use today so you’ll have your own makeup kit.
Now I’m going to dab on some creamy concealer around your eyes and smooth it out. No more dark puffy circles for my girl.
This is fun isn’t it? You don’t have to worry about anyone coming over unexpectedly, or putting someone else’s things back. I know you’ve told me how stressed out you used to get about that.
I understand, I really do. So few women understand this you know? But I do Candy. I know how much you love to wear pretty things, and act like a girl, and even pretend you are one if only for a little while.
That’s why today is going to be so special. Not only will you be wearing some of the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, but we also have a fabulous silk blouse and pencil skirt, full fashion French heel stockings, 4 inch black pumps, breast forms… Oh did I mention your breast forms?
You are going to be stacked young lady! Just like the models you adore so much.
Aw, you’re blushing, that’s so cute. But that’s not all Candy. Once I finish your makeup I have some jewelry for you, I’ll do your nails, comb out your wig, a splash of perfume, and then…..well, I have all kinds of things I want to teach you about being a girl.
OK, now I’m going to take this big brush and apply some translucent loose powder to set everything for now. Its amazing what you can do with makeup isn’t it? And we really have only just begun!
I love how you shared some of your fantasies with me, especially the one about your attractive neighbor.
I’m going to start on your eyes now; get ready to see some makeup magic.
You’re loving this aren’t you sweetheart? I’m glad. I love makeup as much as you do I’ll bet; you just watch what I’m doing and enjoy every second of it.
I’m going to use 3 colors of eye shadow all in the same hue. Trust me I know what I’m doing. I’m using a really nice MAC eye shadow brush. Its top quality and we won’t have to worry about any shedding hairs coming from it. Believe me, the last thing you want is shedding hairs!
Oh lighten up Candy; I’m just trying to have fun. I realize that as exciting as this is for you you’re still a little nervous, and I want you to be comfortable and relaxed.
Now about that neighbor of yours, I’ll bet you had a huge crush on her, didn’t you?
I knew it. Isn’t it interesting how we substitute one feeling for another? Here you were admiring her huge breasts and long, pretty legs, and instead of fantasizing about having sex with her you fantasized about being her!
And then, your mind created a way that you could be just like her. She would catch you dressing up in her clothes, and then turn you into a girl as punishment. Isn’t that what you told me?
Oh don’t be embarrassed, that’s probably one of the most popular forced feminization fantasies of all time.
Hold still now Candy, I’m just going to blend the eye shadow a bit and then we’ll move onto your eyeliner.
There, we’re cookin now pretty girl!
Next I apply black liquid eyeliner on the top, and a little on the outer edges for that sexy Cleopatra look. It’s really not that hard to do one you get some practice, you’ll see.
Have you ever used one of these? A lot of women don’t bother with an eyelash curler, but I think the results are well worth it. Stay still now this won’t hurt a bit.
You are going to be the talk of the town Candy.
Oh, you mean you’re not going out on the town once we get you all prettied up? Well alright, we’ll take some pictures so you can remember how amazing you can look with a little professional help.
Now its time for your mascara, have you used mascara before Candy? This is CoverGirl Lash Blast Fusion Mascara. It’s really very good and a great deal at about ten bucks a pop. Now watch…
I wiggle the wand left to right at the base of your lashes. Then, I pull the wand up and through your lashes, wiggling it a bit as I go. The wiggling part is the key because it separates them. After that, I’ll put the mascara wand on top of your lashes at the base, and pull it through to remove any clumps.
It’s easy when you know-how isn’t it? I’m going to do 2 coats and then we’ll move onto your blush.
So back to your neighbor. If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine, but it really fascinates me how creative some fetishes are. Especially forced feminization.
You’ve told me that in your fantasy, she would come home and find you in her panties, modeling in front of the mirror, right? Then, instead of screaming and freaking out, she calmly teases you, and threatens to tell everyone you know. I love that part!
You apologize and beg for mercy, but she has you by the balls and you know it right? So what’s a panty stealing boy to do except let her feminize you and take you to a beauty salon!
Oh my God that is so cool!
I can only imagine the look on the women’s faces when you walk in with your neighbor wearing a pretty dress and heels!
Easy now girlfriend, we don’t want you messing up those pretty panties, yet.
OK, back to work. I get so caught up in the details you know?
I’m going to take another very soft brush and apply a little blush on the apples of your cheeks. This is where a lot of girls overdo it. You want it to look as natural as possible; the idea is to highlight your cheek, that’s all.
You know Candy; you’re really looking fantastic so far don’t you think? And we haven’t even got to your lip liner, lipstick, or lip gloss!
Let’s take a short break, I want to ask you another question about your caught in panties fantasy.
What do you think the most exciting part of the whole thing is for you? Is it being caught?
Or maybe being blackmailed and having no choice at all but to submit to a beautiful woman? I can understand how that would be a turn-on.
Or is it the embarrassment and humiliation of being in the hands of complete strangers who are in total control of you. Having to do everything and anything they ask of you, and being teased to the point of tears?
Yes, which is it then?
All of that? That’s really very, very creative don’t you think?
Well I think so.
Alright Candy girl, lets get back to you.
Now I know how much you love lipstick. In your fantasy, when the girls at the salon finally apply your bright red lipstick, you just want to explode don’t you? You do, I know you do!
Don’t be embarrassed Candy girl, lipstick is a very powerful thing. Did you know that women have been wearing lipstick for thousands of years? And lipstick has always been associated with femininity. At one time women who didn’t wear lipstick were suspected of being mentally ill or even of being a lesbian!
All girls love to wear lipstick honey, and you’re no different. It’s OK, really.
Now I’ll use a dark red lipliner pencil to outline your lips, tracing them slightly outside the natural line to enhance the fullness. Just relax.
I’ll bet you don’t even have a lipliner pencil at home, am I right? These are the things that you have to learn if you want to be a pretty girl.
There, now for your lipstick. This is Estee Lauder all day lipstick in blushing rose. Pretty isn’t it?
I’m using a brush for better control, but you can apply it any way you want.
Almost done, be patient. A little more….
Now blot your lips on this tissue like a good girl.
There, doesn’t that feel nice? And it looks great too. But were not finished yet, you need a little bit of lip gloss. This is Maybelline Shine Sensational Lip Gloss, and it comes in a little tube. You can put it on with a brush or your fingertips. It will add luster and sparkle to your already perfect red lips.
Go ahead sweetheart; put some on with your finger. Its cherry kiss, how cool is that!
Very, very good. You really make a very attractive girl you know that? And we have so much more for you today.
Let’s see how that wig looks on you alright? Are you ready for this? I’ll go get it, meanwhile you just look at your pretty face and tell yourself what a beautiful girl you’re becoming.
He we go, I really love this style. It’s a wedge cut with a tapered neck line and feathered edges. You’re going to look fantastic in this wig believe me!
Now just sit still while I comb it out a bit. It doesn’t need much but you want to do this before you put it on. Alright, now lets see how it looks on you.
Do you think that blonds have more fun Candy? We’ll see wont we?
Almost finished, I’m going to spray on some Giovanni L.A. Hold Hair Spray. This is something you’ll want to keep in your purse at all times.
Now, take a very good look at the new Candy. You look fantastic don’t you think? Those long eyelashes, eye shadow, blush, and that gorgeous red lipstick-Wow!
Go ahead, run your fingers through your pretty blond hair and lick your lips for me. Feel it Candy girl, I want you to feel like the beautiful girl you have become.
I’ll be right back…
Time to get dressed pretty girl!
Come over here and stand in front of the mirror. Come on. Now what do you see?
You see a very, very pretty girl with perfect makeup, beautiful blond hair, wearing a fabulous bra and panties. Now what’s wrong with this picture?
No stockings? Yes, but you also need a garter belt, breast forms, a blouse, a skirt, high heels, jewelry, a touch of perfume, and a manicure!
I know you don’t want to stop now right?
Of course not. But being a girl is more than just the clothes you wear, much more.
I want you to be a girl in your mind as well. I want you to feel like a girl, from the top of your pretty hair to the tips of your French heel stockings. It’s all about your attitude.
Your attitude will reflect everything you do, from putting on your stockings to the way you walk.
Now before you put on your garter belt, I want you to think about yourself in a special way.
You are graceful, you are poised, you are confident, and most important you are very, very feminine.
Now here is your Secrets in Lace, Intrigue Garter Belt in ivory to match your panties and bra. Go ahead, take it.
It’s awesome isn’t it! Wearing a garter belt will help you feel like the feminine little girl you know you are. Feel how smooth and silky it is, do you like it?
Oh, I see you do! OK pretty girl, let’s see if you know how to wear it.
Now normally you’d put this on under your panties. Do you know why?
Correct, so when you use the little girl’s room you won’t have to get completely undressed. But in this case you can wear it right over them. Go ahead and slip it on. Remember, graceful and feminine.
Take your time. Everything you do should be relaxed and effortless. You’re in no hurry at all. In fact, getting dressed is a special pleasure. I want you to enjoy every second of it.
Go ahead Candy; show me how a girl puts on her garter belt.
Excellent, now pull it all the way up and enjoy the feeling of all that silk and lace. Very, very good!
Here are your stockings, sit down on the bed and put them on as delicately as you can.
These are Banbury French Heel stockings; they will look so great with your skirt and heels. They are top of the line seamed stockings young lady; nothing is too good for my little girl.
See how they have that pretty pink band on them? Isn’t that just gorgeous!
Now I want to see if you’ve been paying attention to me. Put your stockings on one at a time, and connect them to the garter belt straps. Go ahead; I’m right here if you need help.
What’s the matter sweetheart, are you feeling a little overwhelmed? It’s perfectly alright, really. I know that this is what you love and I’m here for you.
Aww, you’re not going to cry are you? Come on now honey, there’s nothing wrong with dressing up, OK?
Sometimes the things that you dream about for so long seem like they’re never going to happen, right? And when they do it can be very emotional. Now give me a smile and just be happy.
Good, the last thing we want is to have to do your makeup all over again.
Now start again. Stretch your legs out a little.
Take one stocking at a time, roll them up, and then ease your foot into it. Gently but firmly, pull it higher and higher up your leg, smoothing out the fabric as you go. Take your time. Keep going until it’s all the way up.
Good, now put on the other one. You’re really very good at this you know. Pretty soon this will be second nature to you and you won’t even have to think about it.
Now stand up and attach the straps. Yes, there are six of them. Take your time. Do one at a time, then adjust the length like you would a bra strap.
I’m really very impressed Candy girl; you did that like a pro. OK, now put your leg up on this chair and re-adjust them. Now the other leg. You want to be comfortable as well as sexy!
Are you comfortable sweetheart?
You are sooo cute! It’s OK to be a little shy, really it is.
You’re doing great Candy, and I want you to know that I’m enjoying this as much as you are. I feel like a teacher, and when my student is learning and doing well then I feel very, very good. If you’re happy than I’m happy.
Are you happy little girl? Yes? I thought so. But wait, there’s more!
Are you ready to move on to the next step or do you need a break?
OK, we’ll move on.
What is the next step, why heels of course! But not just any heels, not for you Candy girl. You will be wearing these fabulous black Calvin Klein, Sasha Pumps with a 4 inch heel.
You must be dying to try these on by now, with your silky stockings over those smooth legs of yours, and that beautiful garter belt. Well Candy my dear, let’s go for it.
Now remember what I said about your attitude. You are graceful, poised, confident and feminine.
Strut on over here and I’ll put them on for you. I’ll be your Prince charming and you’ll be Cinderella.
Come on; now give me one of those pretty feet. These are nice aren’t they? Just relax your foot and I’ll slip them right on.
See, a perfect fit! Now put that foot down and give me the other. Once I get this one on I’ll let you buckle them, its part of the fun of wearing such sexy shoes.
You did tell me you’ve walked in heels before right? I hope you weren’t telling me a little pink lie because I don’t want you to get hurt.
Go ahead little girl and laugh, but professional models fall all the time on the runway.
Alright then Miss High Heels, I’ll give you a test. I want you to gracefully walk across the room, make a turn and walk back. I’m going to walk right next to you until I think you’ve got it.
I have a couple of tips for you. First, stand up straight and tuck in your tummy. Your hips will sway naturally so just let it happen, relax.
Now go ahead-slowly.
Well, well, well, so you can walk in heels? Another step in the right direction for you.
Now that I see you can walk without having an accident, I’d like you to do it for me again. Remember everything that we’ve talked about, and show me how a pretty girl struts around the room, just knowing that you look like a million bucks. Go ahead, and finish your walk in front of the full length mirror.
That was beautiful sweetheart, really beautiful. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’ve been a girl all of your life. Really.
Now look into the mirror and say to yourself; “I’m a beautiful girl. I’m graceful, poised, confident and feminine.”
Well I’m convinced! But we aren’t finished yet. There are a couple of little things missing. Well, they’re not really little things. Do you have any guesses?
Correct-Breast forms! Just wait until we put these babies in your bra, this will make a huge difference in the way your blouse fits and looks on you.
These are 40 Double-D Perfect Fit Silicone Breast Forms from the Cross-dressing Superstore. See how real they look? They even have cute little nipples!
They are going to fit perfectly in your Cabaret Plunge Bra. That’s a push up bra that already has some light padding, and we’ll adjust the straps to make it fit properly. Now just stand there and let me help you.
Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have 40 Double-D breasts?
Oh you have huh, I should have figured that. These are expensive but I think you’re worth it don’t you? Almost finished….there.
Well look at the rack on you Candy girl! You are HOT!
Alrighty then, let me get your blouse and skirt; they will be the icing on the cake!
Are you ready for this? Here we have one of the cutest tops I’ve ever seen. It’s an ivory, Katharina Chiffon Blouse. It’s sheer enough to show just a hint of your beautiful lacy bra too.
And to go with it we have an absolutely adorable, black Erica Pencil Skirt. Candy girl, you are going to look good enough to eat!
I’m going to take a break and make some coffee, so we can sit upstairs and relax later. I’ll leave you to finish getting dressed and be back in a few minutes.
I’m back gorgeous! Oh, I see you’re sitting down; it’s not so easy to walk in 4 inch heels is it? That’s OK Candy girl, it’s not that easy for me either.
I have some very pretty quick dry nail polish, would you like me to paint your nails? I promise to help you remove it before you leave.
Yes? Good girl.
OK, now check this out. Here we have In a New York minute quick dry polish in a color called Downtown. It dries in just 60 seconds. You might want to get some of this for yourself, it’s really inexpensive and they make about 30 different colors.
Come sit over here and I’ll get another chair.
Well, your nails are in very good condition Candy. This will also make a difference in the way you feel. Maybe one day we can go to the local nail salon for a real manicure and a pedicure too. Would you like that?
I figured you would.
Just sit still and we’ll be finished in a couple of minutes. Then, all that’s left is jewelry, a bit of perfume, and you’re all done for today.
I have some earrings I think you’ll like, plus a set of pearls just like the Secrets in Lace girls wear with this outfit.
There, see how easy it was to do your nails? Now let them dry a tiny bit more while I find those earrings.
Here you are, these are silver hoop earrings that I bought a while back. I think they’ll really go well with your whole classy, retro look. Let me put them on for you.
I just push your hair back a bit, clip them on, and that’s it. Let me do the other one.
Very nice Candy girl. It’s these little details that really make a girl beautiful.
We’re almost completely finished my love. Let’s walk over to the mirror again so I can put on your pearls. Its fun to see yourself looking this pretty isn’t it?
Do you like the earrings? You can keep them if you want; a girl needs to have jewelry and this can be the start of your collection.
Oh you don’t have to thank me sweetheart, it’s my pleasure.
These pearls are only going to be a loaner. I’ve had them for a long time and they’re very valuable, but I don’t mind sharing them with one of my girlfriends.
Now these are medium size pearls, but you can get them in several different sizes and necklace lengths. Let me just clip them on….there you go!
Gorgeous, really you are simply gorgeous!
All you need now is a few drops of perfume on your wrists, and a little on your cleavage.
Be right back
I have something very special for my special girl. This is Clive Christian and it’s insanely expensive. I bought it for my girlfriend from Neiman Marcus and it was like $800 a bottle!
Here, put a bit on your wrists and rub them together. Nice isn’t it?
Now turn around and let me dab a tiny bit on your chest.
Mmmmm, I just LOVE that fragrance. Face the mirror again sweetheart and take a good, long look at the beautiful girl you’ve become.
You know that perfume really reminds me of my girlfriend. And you kinda remind me of her too in that pretty blouse with those perfect breasts and long pretty legs. Mmmmm…..you are soooo sexy.
Do you know what I like to do when she gets home? I walk up behind her and begin kissing her neck, while my warm breath gives her goosebumps. Little soft kisses like this….
Then I rub her shoulders a little like this, do you like that Candy?
Then, if she responds, I move my hands over her chest, cupping her firm breasts and gently squeezing them like this…..
Then I whisper into her ear;
I want you baby girl.
I want your body.
I want your soul.
I want every little part of you.
I want your breasts.
I want your pussy. I want to give you a nice long tongue bath.
I want your legs wrapped around me.
I want to feel you warm tongue in my mouth.
I love you baby, you’re my girl….
Then I slowly move my hands down her body and into her panties. I touch her as gently as I can at first, and feel her getting wet, as she moans for more pleasure from my hands.
OH-OH, I’m so sorry Candy-I didn’t realize. You came in your panties didn’t you?
Well you know what? I think you just had your first orgasm as a girl and that’s awesome! Did it feel fantastic? I’ll bet it did.
Let me get you some clean panties and we can go have that coffee now.
My name is Sam and at the time when this story begins I was your average
IT consultant working for a boring company in London. I was 31 with a
decent body thanks to some lucky strands of DNA, a decent living
standard, a beautiful wife two years younger than me and a passion for
crossdressing. I am not sure of where I got this hobby of mine from, but
it’s always been a part of me, and since I moved to the big city I could
indulge a bit more.
I met my wife four years ago at a fetish club. I was in drag, not
looking half bad if I can say this of myself, and she was dancing with
some of her friends. She made the first move, offering me a drink at the
bar, and then we started chatting about how we knew our friends in the
club and so on. It turns out that we were both bicurious and that her
friends were lesbian while my friends, every once in a while, would
start a party that ends in some mild group sex. That night we both left
the club early and we went straight to my flat where we had some of the
best sex I can remember.
During the first two years we spent together, our relationship became
increasingly stronger. At the beginning, we invited each other to some
kinky nights for some “playing around”. Then, as things progressed, we
became more “conservative” and decided to only have sex between us. We
were becoming jealous of each other and we both loved this strong new
tie between us. We’d still go out to fetish clubs, we’d whip some
bottoms and sometimes get involved in some kissing and pegging but
that’s as far as we decided to go. It might seem like we were getting
more boring, but we actually loved how we understood that we were doing
this for each other.
We got married because we wanted a cool party. We had two parties, one
suit-and-tie classic reception, and a spicier party the night after. We
had the time of our life, a fantastic honeymoon in Iceland, where we
made our private Jacuzzi go from hot to steamy, and our life went on
happily for two more years. I kept crossdressing now and then. My wife,
Jane, encouraged me because she found it arousing. A couple of times I
got dressed to go to a party but I couldn’t make it past our front door
because she jumped on me and fucked me right on the doormat. Life,
indeed, was good.
One day I received an email from my boss saying that I had to attend
some developers seminar in Berlin. Some big company was introducing new
tech and I had to go and have a look. All expenses would be paid and I
could have a couple of days to enjoy the city after the event. When I
got home I asked my wife if she wanted to come along but she reminded me
of the store opening she was working on for her job, so she couldn’t
have gone with me. That was quite sad because I was used to sharing
almost everything with her, and a mini holiday without Jane would just work.
A few days before the event I had a notification on my private email
about a fetish ball in Berlin. It would be on the work event night,
but it would only start at 10PM, a good five hours after the seminar. I
could have the time to get changed and actually do something fun while
there. The ticket was a very expensive 200 Euros, but the description of
the night seemed to be worth every cent. I talked about it with Jane and
she helped me pack one of my hottest outfits that, of course, I had to
model for her. She picked a hot corset mini dress that ended in a very
short ruffle skirt. I would wear it on top of my suspender stockings and
some 6 inches high heel boots. A black wavy wig and some accessories
would complete the outfit. I looked hot, she agreed, and then we had
some more wonderful sex.
I left for Berlin on a Thursday afternoon. After a short flight, I had
just time to go to the hotel, have a couple of drinks at the bar and
then head straight to bed. The seminar started at 9AM on Friday. It
was quite interesting and I had a lot of notes that I would have to
write down properly later on. As soon as I got out of the building where
the event was held I went back to my hotel, got changed into my “evening
outfit”, spent some time doing my makeup properly and then I ordered a
taxi to go to the ball. I was feeling tired so I decided to have a
couple of drinks from the minibar before venturing out of my room.
The cab driver didn’t even blink when he saw me dressed up. I look
pretty good in drag, but there is no mistaking me for a genetic girl,
particularly while wearing some sexy PVC high heels. In a broken English
he said something about seeing a lot of different people in Berlin, and
that he likes it that way because he felt that the city was alive and
bursting with life. He actually complimented on my confidence and wished
me a good night of fun when he parked in front of the venue.
At the door, a young and attractive girl exchanged my e-ticket for an old-style “admit one” paper ticket, gave me a good look from head to toe and
said something half in German half in English that I didn’t completely
understand. She ended the sentence with a question and I could recognize
three words: “… man, woman, trans?” Was she asking if I was one or the
other? That seemed odd. Anyway, I went for what I thought described me
better that night and said “transvestite”. She picked a purple key from
a jar of purple keys and gave it to me along with the ticket, then she
waved and I walked into the main room.
The ball had been organized in an old theatre, something I was used to
in London, but the setup reminded me of a rave party. The old structure
of the balconies, the red velvet drapes, and the bas-reliefs on the
walls acted as a base for lasers, smoke machines and giant LED displays.
It felt like diving in some retro-futuristic movie with a touch of
cyberpunk. The effect was intentionally decadent and the many people
already on the dance floor were dressed not too differently from the way
I was dressed. Considering that I can’t speak German, not standing out
too much was good for me. I went to the dance floor and started dancing
After one hour of continuous dancing I felt dehydrated and I needed to
give my feet a break, so I headed for one of the bars. I sat on one of
the stools and ordered a Vodka and Red Bull. The vodka keeps you going
and the Red Bull keeps you up. Good combination for parties. The guy at
the bar served me the drink with plenty of ice and then noticed the key
that I got with the ticket and that I was wearing as a necklace to avoid
losing it. He pointed at it, said something else in German, and then
poured a drop from another bottle into my drink. I was about to protest
but as soon as the liquid touched the content of my glass something
weird happened and my whole drink started sparkling like a jar of purple
fireflies. I thought that it was very cool so I thanked him, paid, and
turned around to look at the other people dancing.
As soon as my feet were ready to walk again I decided to take a tour of
the place. The old theatre was divided in three separate ballrooms with
three different kinds of house music. I danced a bit in each and then
continued my walk. At the end of one corridor, in a corner decorated
like a circus, about ten people were waiting in line and cheering for
something. I went to have a look and saw a big digital wheel of fortune,
and a guy dressed in a red tuxedo and red top hat that was operating it.
A girl with an impressive pair of boobs, way bigger than her dress could
contain, walked past me with her boyfriend. Both of them were fondling
her massive breasts as if it was the first time they’d seen them.
“You, back there, it’s your turn,” said the red man pointing at me and
speaking a decent English.
“Me? No, look, I am not here for gambling and I can’t waste too much
money,” I said. I was happy to be a spectator since I had no idea of how
the game worked.
“Don’t worry, I see from here that you already have what it takes to
play. That’s your token!” he said while his stare moved from my eyes to
my chest, where the key was hanging.
The key, previously a piece of transparent purple plastic, was now
glowing of the same glow as the drink I had before. Well, I thought,
it’s probably a bonus game or something, maybe I’ll win a drink. So I
passed some of the people in the crowd while they were clapping with
anticipation and I walked to the red guy, in front of the wheel that was
now in standby mode with random light turning in circles like an old
“I see you have a purple key! Those are my favourites! All you have to
do is stand in front of the Randomiser, put the key in the keyhole in
the middle and turn it.” said the red guy.
“What’s the prize?” I asked, since I hadn’t seen anyone playing before.
“The prize may be something that you like, something that you want or
something you didn’t even think about. Anyway, you’re guaranteed to have
fun with whatever you win!” was his answer.
Thinking that I was about to win some sort of goody bag, full of sex
toys considering where I was, I just went for it and inserted the key.
Before I could turn it, the wheel came to life. It was like a very vivd
round LCD screen, about two meters wide, divided into 9 portions with a
question mark each. Three of the portions were blue, three red and three
were purple. I gave a last look at the red guy before turning my key, he
nodded and I turned the plastic piece into the keyhole. A giant watch
hand began to rotate through the options at great speed at first, and
then it started to slow down. Behind my back I could hear the other
people cheering and chanting as if I was in a sport competition. The
pointy arrow eventually landed on a red slice. All other slices became
red with a nice animation while my portion of screen changed into the
drawing of a shapely girl’s bottom seen from the side.
“We have another lucky winner here tonight!” said the red guy in a
microphone. “But everyone is a winner with the Randomiser!”
After he said those words, something weird happened. All red pixels on
the screen seemed to turn into fairy dust and engulfed me in a small
whirlwind of sparkles. I could almost see them soaking into my skin and
I almost freaked out. Luckily this only lasted for a few seconds so I
didn’t get too scared. Everyone around me was smiling and clapping while
the red man was already calling someone else forward.
“What happened?” I asked. “What did I win?”
“You’ve seen the screen! You won one of the best prizes a purple key can
get! Keep enjoying the night and don’t worry!” With that he dismissed me
and welcomed someone else in front of the wheel. I walked back to the
main dance floor and waited for a couple of minutes next to a pillar to
try and make sense of what happened. Or what didn’t happen. After a
while I just decided to dance some more and forget about it.
The music at this ball was seriously good. The DJs were a great choice
and the house music was some of the best I had heard in a long while.
The environment was getting quite hot, and not just by the temperature.
Some girls were walking around topless and some couples were making out
heavily on the sofas around the dance floor. I had the feeling that
people were losing their inhibitions as many more were dancing “with me”
occasionally, and a lot were slapping my ass. I found it weird, but a
bit of spanking was something I always enjoyed and it was making me
horny. I kept dancing and just let go of all my worries.
For more than one hour I moved to the beat and then, again, my 6 inches
heels started hurting a bit and I went to sit down on a sofa in a
corner. A waitress asked me if wanted to order a drink and I asked for
another Vodka and Red Bull. I have to say that the sofa was very
comfortable and very well padded. It was covered in leather and a bit
cold so I tried to pull my dress down a bit to cover my back, but it
seemed that the fabric just wasn’t enough. The waitress arrived with my
drink, I paid and started sipping it. I must say that without the
sparkly stuff inside, the drinks seemed less, how can I put it, less
interesting. Anyway, I sat there for a few minutes until a man in his
forties with a middle-eastern complexion and a great body pointed at the
empty space next to me as to ask if he could sit there on the sofa. He
was shirtless, only wearing a weird pair of wide leg trousers and black
boots, freshly shaved and he had a well toned body. I replied that he
could use the sofa and he sat next to me.
“My name is Kasim!” he said. “Who do I have the pleasure to share this
sofa with?” he spoke to me in English from the very first word. I
assumed that he was a foreigner too.
“I’m Samantha!” I replied using my en-femme name.
“Good to meet you Samantha. You look awesome tonight!”
“Thank you, you look great too! Do you usually come to these balls in
Berlin?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, this is my second one in Berlin. Actually, the
second time ever in a fetish club! I recently started a new job that, I
found, fits very well in this environment!”
“Interesting!” I said, and I meant it. I wonder what kind of job would
take you to fetish clubs. I definitely would want a job like that. “What
do you do, if I can ask?”
“Sure! You surely have seen the Randomiser, actually I can tell that you
have played one round…” he started.
“How do you know I played? I didn’t even get my prize!” I interrupted.
“I can tell that you played because you still have some sparkles on you,
and I can also tell that you played because I’ve been looking at the way
your prize looks on you for the last hour, if I can say it,” he went on.
“The Randomiser picks one random attribute and enhances the body or mind
of the recipient according to the pick. In your case, you clearly won a
new bottom. I built that machine, so I have a pretty good eye on its
As soon as he said that I stood and touched my ass. He was right. That’s
why I couldn’t cover it with my dress, my cheeks were now super perky
and high, twice as big as they used to be and perfectly round. I had
buttocks that many girls would envy and the bottom part of it stuck out
of my mini dress. That would also explain why so many people were
spanking me. An half naked ass with a red thong through it must have
been quite a sight and definitely looked like an invitation. I sat down
again, almost feeling naked, and again feeling the cold leather of the
sofa under my exposed bottom.
“You didn’t realise, did you?” Kasim asked. “I told the girl at the door
to inform every one about the Randomiser, she should have told you when
she gave you the key!”
“She said something,” I said. “But it was in German and I don’t really
speak the language. She asked me something about men, women and trans,
and I said trans because I am in drag.”
“That explains it!” he replied. “Red keys are for women, they enhance
female characteristics. Blue are for men. Purple are for trans people
and can pick on either side or one of the special prizes!”
“I guess that the special prizes were the purple portions of the wheel.
But what do they contain? And, by the way, how is all of this possible?”
Kasim pulled a small vial out of a pocket and poured a drop of the
liquid into my drink. It was the same sparkly stuff I previously drank
at the bar.
“In your world you would call this a catalyst. The sparkles you see are
actually micro creatures that can perform the changes in your body. They
stay in your system for about 24 hours until they are activated by a
machine, like the Randomiser, that sends them the instructions. A key
like this,” he handed me a new key, “carries your DNA to the machine,
that does all the magic,” he explained.
“So, what I drank are actually nanites that will receive instructions
from a magnetic field generated by the Randomised.” I tried to look
smart. Kasim’s face went from surprised to annoyed, then he smiled.
“You humans are funny sometimes. You used to call the sparkles with many
names like Will of the Gods, Magic Dust etcetera… Now Nanites. Well,
they are none of those. They just are the fruit of a kind of science
that this world can’t yet comprehend.”
“What do you mean with You humans? Where are you from? And what kind of
tech is this? I work in IT and I can…” I started but he stopped my
flow of questions.
“I have to go now, but I’ll be around. Enjoy your drink and have another
go at the Randomiser. Not many people get the luxury of two rounds in
one night!” And he left.
I stayed on the sofa for another few minutes trying to compute what
Kasim just told me. Had I just met an alien, a god or something similar?
No, it couldn’t be. I am the rational type and, even if I was sitting on
a brand new state-of-the art ass, I couldn’t believe his last words. I
slowly sipped my drink while looking around trying to identify other
signs of changes in the people around me. The girl I saw before fondling
her breasts as if they were new was probably doing it because they were
new indeed. No, again, this made little sense to me. I had one way to
find out more about this. I had my second key so I could have a better
look at the machine. I stood and left the main dance room, on my way to
While I walked through the corridors I felt more people spanking my bum.
Now that I knew that my cheeks were out there I felt a bit more exposed
but, damn, those spanks were sending sexual shivers up my spine. Each
slap was pure pleasure for me and in a certain way I wanted that to
happen more and more. All of a sudden I started thinking about what will
happen when I’d go back to London. How would I explain my “improvement”
to my wife? How would I explain it to everyone at work? Would I be able
to find any clothes that could hide my new shape? A new slap on my left
cheek brought me back to the moment I was living, and shortly after I
arrived at the Randomiser where a new group of 15 or 20 people were
waiting, clapping and cheering. A cloud of blue sparkles engulfed a guy
in front of the wheel. He turned around and kissed what must have been
his boyfriend. While they walked past me I could see that the bulge in
the pants of the one playing the Randomiser couldn’t be natural.
The red man saw me through the group of people and called me forward.
“You, back there, good to see you again! Come forward! How did you get
hold of another key?”
“Err… a friend gifted me hers!”
“You must have very good friends! Come on, let’s play again the
I stepped in front of the wheel, that was blinking of all different
colours in its stand-by mode. I asked myself if I really wanted to go
through with this. What if I was changed in a way I couldn’t possibly
hide? My hands were faster than my mind though, I inserted the key and
The display showed again a group of nine slices divided in three
colours. A spinning arrow moved around highlighting them one by one in
rapid succession and then slowed down. This time the wheel’s hand
stopped on a purple sector. The question mark icon flipped and in its
place a weird drawing appeared. It looked like a mouth, no, it was
definitely a mouth with red lips, but inside there was a double fold of
flesh. The image wasn’t completely clear and it disappeared when the
whole machien turned purple and glitter of the same colour surrounded me
and soaked into my skin.
“Congratulations to our new winner… again!” the red man proclaimed in
“What is that? What did that icon mean?” I asked.
“To be honest, I have no idea!” he said. “But you’ll soon find out and I
am sure you’ll enjoy it!” With these words he dismissed me and I walked
past the cheering crowd.
With every step I took I was trying to identify any change in my body
but I couldn’t feel any. There was a mouth in that picture so I walked
to the toilets to see in the mirror if my face had been changed. The
idea terrified me. But no, the mirror showed me my familiar Samantha’s
face. Nothing new. I used a stall to check the rest of my body but,
again, no sign of any change. At that point I calmed down a bit. I
thought that this whole Randomiser thing was probably a hoax and that
the swelling in my ass was probably due to some chemicals they put in
the drinks. It was all a clever special effect that would probably wear
off. I went back to a different dance room and spent some time bouncing
to the rhythm.
The music was loud and my body was following every beat. I was enjoying
myself, finally relaxed and excited at the same time by a part of my
body that was giving me pleasure but that I know wouldn’t create any
problem because it was just temporary. Occasionally someone would walk
behind me and slap my ass making me jump and shiver for excitement. I
could feel the fabric of my dress caressing the top of my cheeks and the
thong rubbing between them. It was pure bliss. I closed my eyes and kept
When I reopened my eyes Kasim was standing in front of me, slowly but
elegantly moving from one foot to the other as if he wanted to dance
with me but without invading my space. He was holding a bottle of beer
and a glass that looked a lot like one of my Vodka and Red bull. He
handed me the latter while we were still dancing. Since I don’t like to
spill my drinks I took a sip and then I walked in the direction of one
of the booths that surrounded the rooms. It was quite dark in there, and
I could see that something hot was going on in the one next to ours. I
had no problem chatting with Kasim even if I thought that all he told me
were lies. But he was also the only person I spoke with and he had never
been unkind to me. We sat down and cheered with our drinks before
“That’s a double, I hope you like it!” he started.
“It’s stronger than the one I am used to but yes, I really like it. And
it’s 3 AM so a bit more fuel won’t hurt me.” I smiled and sipped.
“So, you played the Randomiser again!” he stated.
“Yes, but I think I uncovered your game. It’s all a special effect,
right? And it’s not meant to work twice in a night,” I said, trying to
look clever again.
“And how did you come to that conclusion?” he asked. While he said those
words he casually reached inside his pants and lowered the hem as if he
wanted to uncover his cock. Regardless, I kept explaining.
“Well, the second time nothing happened. This undefined drawing with a
fffhhh mfffff hsssssss…” All of a sudden I couldn’t speak. It’s not
like I was suffocating or anything but my throat wasn’t making any
sound. I admit that I was looking down between his legs when this
happened but out of shock I immediately raised my eyes to look at his
face, that was displaying a large smile. In just a few seconds my throat
cleared and I swallowed the massive amount of saliva that accumulated in
my mouth. I had no idea of what just happened but I was thirsty so I
drank some of my drink and resumed my explanation.
“Sorry, my throat is playing tricks on me!” I noticed his hand going
down to his belt again, and my eyes followed it while I spoke. “As I was
saying, the ffffffmmmm… hhhh…..” And again I couldn’t speak. This
time my eyes kept looking at his member, a solid 10 inch uncut cock,
while I was still trying to make some sort of human sound. I was
salivating but I couldn’t swallow and while this should have scared me,
I ended up looking more and more at his dick as if I needed it. I was
almost hypnotised by it.
Now, as I said I was bicurious and I had seen, touched and even sucked
cocks before. But I was never drawn to them as I was at that very
Kasim put two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up so that my
eyes were looking at his face. He pulled up his pants at the same time.
In a few seconds, I could breathe again, and again I swallowed a massive
quantity of saliva before reaching for my drink.
“What you called an undefined drawing, ” he started, “was what I called
a Mouth Vagina. And you are now the proud owner of one of those. It’s a
special gift of the Randomiser, and my way to prove to you that there is
more to that machine than just special effects. From this day on,
whenever you see a cock, be it real, in the picture or a convincing replica,
your throat will transform into a vagina. Your teeth will retract into
your gums and your salivation will, in fact, be replaced by a lubricant.
Your tongue will stay where it is because it can give and receive a lot
of pleasure. The dangling thing at the back of your throat will turn
into a sensitive clitoris. You will be able to swallow any cock that
makes it through your lips and, actually, you’ll want to do so because
your new vagina will be so close to your brain that the hormonal rush
will overcome most of the other senses. Your throat will then remain a
vagina until you stop seeing a cock for at least ten seconds, or for ten
seconds after the cock has left your mouth. Your mouth is now the
perfect blowjob machine.”
I couldn’t believe what he just said. Was this real? Did he actually
mutate me into a blowjob machine? Right at that moment my throat felt
fine, I could feel my cold drink going down towards my stomach as usual.
I struggled to believe his words. Maybe I was just chocking on my drink
when he said that.
“Look,” I said, “you seem like a decent guy but you really say a lot of
nonsense!” As I continued he pulled out his cock again. “If I were in
you I’d come up wihhhhhh… mffff…..” Again I couldn’t speak. My mouth
was salivating like crazy while my eyes were glued to his erect member.
I felt like a sense of hunger, or thirst… emptiness. I wasn’t too sure
how to finish my sentence at that point but I felt that the first and
foremost important thing to do was to push his cock down my throat.
Without asking for permission I bent on him and I took his cock in my
mouth. My lips surrounded it while my saliva, my juices, were making it
wet. I pushed myself down on it and I felt my throath opening wide
without any gag reflex, I felt his cock hitting my new clitoris, I felt
good. Very very good. I went down all the way, taking all his 10 inches
until my lower lip touched his balls. It felt fantastic and I started to
bounce my head up and down. I had never felt anything like that. And I
can tell that he loved it too because in what seemed to be hours, but
was probably less than a few minutes, he came right into my throat, all
the way down to my stomach. At the same time I felt a wave of pleasure
emanating from my chest as if I was cumming too. It was the best orgasm
of my life.
I pulled my head up and looked at his face. His body was now covered in
a layer of sweat and he was smiling at me with a knowing face. My throat
quickly turned back to its original function and I swallowed the rest of
my juices along with what was left of his sperm in my mouth. I drank
some more from my glass to clean my mouth.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“And yet, you just gave me the best blowjob of my life. And trust me, so
far it has been a long one,” he replied.
“But, how am I going to explain this? How am I going to live with a
vagina in my throat?” I asked, genuinely scared.
“How many times a day do you see cocks around you? If I were in you I’d
be more worried about my ass right now! That thing really turns heads!
Talking about your ass, as you may have noticed every feeling from it is
enhanced. Are you not curious to give it a proper go?”
My mind drifted to my wife. To the silent agreement we had of not having
sex with other people. Yet, my mind started making excuses about me
being away from home, about her knowing what sort of ball I was going to
etc… But I decided to resist and I started declining his offer tilting
my head. And that’s when he took out his dick again.
“I don’t like to force people,” he said. “But I see that it won’t take
much to convince you. After all, you really want my cock right now!”
He was right. The sight of his cock made me horny and hot as hell.
“Let’s go to your place, I like my privacy!” he said.
We went out of the theatre after collecting my coat from the cloakroom.
Kasim kept his phone out all the time, occasionally showing me a picture
of his member. It was like torture. My mouth kept producing juices and
more juices and during the rare cases when he waited for more than 10
seconds before showing me again the picture I was swallowing gallons of
pussy juices. My own pussy juices. We got into a taxi that quickly
reached our hotel. Kasim paid for the ride and we took the lift for the
floor where my room was. I was about to fall on my knees in the
elevator; he had his cock out and I was feeling a massive void in my
throat, like a thirst during a desert draught. When we walked into my
room I slammed the door, dropped on my knees and deep throated his cock
in one single move. I started bobbing up and down to get all possible
pleasure for a moment I had been craving for the last half an hour.
Before I could come and before he could fill my throat with his cum he
lifted my up and said that he loved what I was doing, but that wasn’t
the reason why we were there. He told me to kneel on the bed, facing the
other way. He slid my thong away and placed his cock, still wet from my
mouth juice, at the entrance of my ass. I felt a gentle push, then he
pushed harder. His dick entered my asshole as a hot knife goes through
butter. The feeling I was receiving was nothing short of amazing. This
new ass of mine was incredibly sensitive and could do any sort of trick
to his cock. I discovered muscles I didn’t know I had and I used them to
give and receive pleasure. Even when his cock was mostly out, his hands
on my cheeks were giving me pleasure. I was in ecstasy. I was loving it.
He fucked me for at least ten more minutes before he grunted and shot a
massive load into my ass. I could feel every drop of it with my enhanced
senses, and I loved the feeling. He grunted until he emptied his balls
“Don’t turn around!” he commanded. “Thank you for sharing with me your
prizes. I have to go now. But I am sure our paths will cross again!”.
I was still enjoying the feeling of my ass being open and his juices
swirling in it when I heard a “puff”. I turned around and Kasim wasn’t
in the room anymore. The door chain still locked from the inside.
Too tired and too satisfied to care, I collapsed in bed and fell into a
The next day, Saturday, I woke up at 1 PM. My phone ran out of battery
and the alarm didn’t go off. Still, I had nothing to do that day so I
connected my phone to the charger and then I took it very easy. Almost
in auto-pilot, I took off my make up, still trying to put together the
pieces of the night before in my memory. I stepped into the shower and
turned on the hot water. When the stream touched my ass I had a
wonderful rush of pleasure, that reminded me of the piece of magic art
that was now hanging on top of my legs. I stayed in the shower for a
good 20 minutes, simply looking up and enjoying the feeling I was
getting from my body. I stroke my cock and, thinking of the events of
the night before, I shot a massive load.
Once out of the shower I quickly dried myself and stepped in front of
the mirror to admire my new bottom. It was perky but not too wide. It
looked more like the shape of implants than a butt lift. My hips were
the same size but my back had a definite shelf shape to it. I have no
idea how to hide this shape, but I really loved it. I turned
around just to check myself in the full-length mirror, and when I looked
at my cock my throat went numb. I knew this feeling all too well but I
didn’t expect this to happen with the sight of my own dick. I
immediately turned my head away and made a mental note to avoid looking
down for more than a few seconds.
At that very moment, my phone rang. It was Jane.
“Hey Sam, are you ok? I tried to call you for the whole morning!” she
“I’m fine Jane. I’m actually in great shape,” I replied, laughing within
myself for the pun I just made.
“That’s good. I was worried you’d gone too wild last night! How was the
developers conference? And how was the ball?”
“Let’s say,” I smiled, “that at the ball there were some interesting