Training Nikkis Master Part 3
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Tales From The Painted Lady: Nikki's Awakening - By Beryl33
Hello, everyone! This is Nikki again, chambermaid at The Painted Lady.
I've had some requests for the beginning of my story, the tale of how I
became Mistress Anne's devoted - and transformed! - "lesbian" slavegirl
and slutty she-male maid. Here's how it all began:
I woke slowly, or half-woke, still drifting in the dream - a bizaare
but very erotic dream in which I tried on various pieces of lingerie at
the orders of a mysterious dark-haired woman. I was warm, comfortable,
and very aroused. Sliding my hands drowsily across my stomach, I
realized that I seemed to be wearing snug lace panties of some kind.
"I'm still dreaming," I thought lazily, and began to touch myself,
rubbing my already stiffening cock through the lacy material The waves
of sensation took my breath away! The pleasure seemed to spread through
my body, and pool again at my crotch: Dimly I heard a long, breathy
moan - was that my voice? Something seemed to be wrong - the bed seemed
very large, and the sheets very smooth and stimulating in unexpected
places, but I ignored the unease, concentrating on my increasing
excitement instead.
"Having a good time?" The cool amused voice broke the spell, and woke
me entirely: I sat bolt upright in bed as memory crashed over me: last
night I had returned to rob The Painted Lady, a rural bed and
breakfast, for the third time. Twice before I had burgled the poorly-
secured inn, taking thousands of dollars worth of computer equipment.
But last night had been different. The owner had been waiting - not
with the police, but alone, a tall, striking dark-haired woman, quite
confident despite her slender form.
Light flooded the darkened study as I prepared to climb out through an
Unlocked window. A simple gesture froze me in place, unable to move or
speak, as she approached. She smiled at me: "Couldn't resist coming
back for thirds, hmm? Well, you've cost me a great deal of money and
trouble, between the cost of those computers, and the lost data -
business records, you know."
I tried to shout, to twitch, anything, but was held immobile by some
Unseen force. She came still closer and stroked my cheek kindly. "I
think it's only Fair that I give you a chance to repay what you took
from me - with interest, of course. I'll even give you a job. Of
course, I only employ girls here at The Painted Lady, so we'll have to
make some changes!
It makes me laugh, looking back: How horrified, how shocked I was, to
Sit up and find two perfect, pert C-cup breasts bouncing on my chest!
Nor was that all-coppery-red hair curled about my face, the hands and
arms I held up before my unbelieving eyes were light-boned and slender,
and my legs outlined under the sheet, long and trim.
"Oh, lovely!" my captor laughed "You turned out perfectly, but I don't
think your old name fits you any more - let's call you... Nikki!" And
that is how it began - the first shock of many on the path to my
present... position?
Mistress Anne, as I soon found out she called herself, wasted no time
In acquainting me with her plans. "Get out of bed, girl, there's a lot
of work to do, the morning's a-wasting," she said brightly.
"H-How? Why?" I stammered stupidly.
"How? Well, magic - and before you say there's no such thing as magic,
touch those pretty tits I gave you for evidence! Why? Because I hate
waste - you were wasting yourself. You'll be much happier here in the
long run, doing useful work for me, which brings us to the What. You're
going to be the new chambermaid here at the inn. You'll do general
cleaning, help guests with their bags and generally wait on them - we
provide a very wide range of services to the women who visit us. Now,
come over here, and let's have a good look at you!"
What do you say to a speech like that? Still only half believing my own
senses, I stumbled to my feet. My tormentress swung open a closet door,
so that I looked straight into the full length mirror on its back.
Well, if you could see me now, you'd know pretty much what I saw. No
uniform, of course, but the same red hair, green eyes, perfect breasts,
flat stomach, flaring hips, slender thighs and calves (quite a hottie,
if I do say so myself!) only one thing was out of place: My groin was
covered by what looked like some kind of lacy G-string, a small patch
of white material behind which I felt a familiar tension.
"What-" I stammered. "What's that?"
She interrupted, peeking impishly around the mirror. "That's your
little sissy clitty, of course, all wrapped up to keep you out of
trouble." Her face grew more serious. "Let me explain: the guests, and
the staff here, are all women - but good help is hard to find, so I
decided to make some - and you seemed to fit the bill. I could have
made you a complete female, but I decided this way is better. As my
little she-male slave, you'll be that much more biddable- and let's
face it: being a total woman is a reward. You should be happy to be
this close."
Well, I know what she meant now, but I didn't get it then. I swayed in
place, gazing in horrified fascination into the mirror, and torn
between the urge to crumple up and cry, and the desire to somehow wipe
the smug smile from this woman's face.
She continued, ignoring my horror. "And that little lacy bit is just
The thing to keep you in line." She waved a hand, and there was a
stirring, and a slow sort of pulsing from the material imprisoning my
cock and balls. I gasped, and nearly fell to my knees as the feeling
grew more intense. Without thought, my hands rose to cup and stroke
my new breasts.
"Excellent! Such a slut already! Your clitty-sheath can give pleasure,
or prevent it," another hand wave, and the sensations vanished as
thought they had never been. My probing hand gave me only a mild
feeling of pressure, nothing more, "or do the opposite-"
"No, please!" I nearly shouted. How it was happening I didn't know, but
the degree of pleasure made me desperately eager not to feel its
opposite.
"Hmmm... maybe I should give you just a short dose - to make you
understand the stakes...," she mused.
"Please don't," I whispered "I believe you!"
"Please, what?" she snapped.
I hung my head (hair hiding the strange, delicately rounded features in
the mirror), "Please, Mistress..."
"Oh, very good, Nikki! very good, indeed - my name is Mistress Anne -
and you belong to me, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Anne," I mumbled. Bide your time, I told myself- there
has to be a way out- How wrong I was!
Part Two: The Training of Nikki
My training started immediately. "Training" It's such a sexy word,
don't you think? I do now - it makes me hot just saying it - mmm...
training, but it didn't then, needless to say. Mistress Anne clapped
her hands: "All right, let's get started. We open again in three
weeks, so you have a lot of ground to cover, my dear. You're going to
learn to walk and talk and act just like the sexy girl I've made you.
This will be your room, and in the closet you'll find your uniforms.
But first - pretty new underwear for my pretty new girl."
Turning to the small dresser, she pulled armfulls of lingerie out of
The drawers, and dropped them on the bed. "Time for a little fashion
show, Nikki." As I gazed at the rainbow of colors and fabrics, I felt
the chastity sheath stir again, slower this time, but sending
undeniable waves of pleasure out from my imprisoned manhood. And it
continued to stimulate me as I tried on the unfamiliar items - what
Else could I do but obey, at least for the moment? This woman had
already demonstrated her power over me - If she could make me look like
this, what else could she do?
Bras, panties, stockings, camisoles, teddies, bustiers and more, in all
colors and fabrics - I donned them all, one after another, accompanied
by a stream of instruction and commentary:
"Make sure you get the stockings straight, my girls must look neat -
Clip the bra in front, then turn it, that's it - Turn around, Mmm, your
ass looks delicious in those panties - I like the red silk on you,
Nikki - Oh, you look like a blushing bride in that white teddy -
Doesn't the lace feel nice?"
And I was blushing, deeply humiliated to be changed and forced to
Display myself in this way. But the damned lacy shield between my legs
was still pulsing gently, keeping me undeniably- and uncomfortably! -
aroused. "Turn around, Nikki, and take a good long look in the mirror,"
Mistress Anne said finally. When I did I saw a beautiful girl, red hair
loose about her slender shoulders, wearing a sheer green lace-trimmed
bra and panties, with matching garter belt and stockings.
The ensemble did nothing to conceal her charms. Her erect nipples were
Visible through the bra, the garter belt framed the delicate panties,
over the edge of which peeped a few curling coppery hairs, and the
stockings showed off her long, toned legs to advantage. She was
stunning, her lips parted in a very sexy and vulnerable expression
of fright.
Then a shadow appeared over her shoulder, dark hair framing a lean,
Strong confident face, a smile on the wine-red lips. "Look at her,
Nikki. Isn't she beautiful? Wouldn't you love to kiss those big
breasts, feel those full lips on your hard cock, see her spread her
long legs for you, and hear her moan as you fuck her? But you know
what? It'll never happen - 'cause you don't have a cock anymore, you
have a little chastised sissy clit."
In the mirror, the brunette ran her hands up the trembling redhead's
thighs, whispering hotly in her ear. "And it'll stay that way forever -
you'll never put it in anybody ever again. But you'll stay excited, oh
yes, Nikki. You'll be kept near the edge till you beg, till you'll do
anything for even a chance to cum - and you'll learn to like it and
be grateful for whatever attention you get..." The brunette now cupped
the redhead's breasts possessively - I could feel Mistress Anne's
breasts pressing against my back.
I moaned at her caresses, and felt my head start to tip back... "No!" I
shouted, trying to whirl and push her away, trying to deny the pleasure
she was making me feel. But she caught my wrists easily, twisting
painfully, forcing my new and fragile form to its knees. She looked
down at me almost kindly: "You know what happens now, Nikki."
"N-No, please Mistress, please!"
"Such a sweet, sexy voice," Mistress mused "keep begging, and maybe
I'll find another punishment for you."
"Yes, Mistress, please," I babbled, shocked at my own daring and at the
ease with which she had overpowered me, "Please punish me, some- some
other way."
"Punish who? How and Why?" She asked sternly, but with the hint of a
smile playing about her lips.
"Punish N-Nikki," I sobbed "Punish Nikki, she's been bad, please,
Mistress, maybe you could spank her, spank me?"
"Maybe...," and now she was chuckling openly, "Maybe if she asks very
nicely."
"Oh, yes Mistress, kind Mistress, please spank me, give me a good
spanking, I'll be good, I promise!"
A few moments later, the scene in the mirror had changed: The redhead -
me- my new self, Nikki, knelt on the floor, head down, hands bound
behind her with one stocking, gagged with another and a pair of
panties, offering her rounded ass to the brunette- Mistress Anne's - my
owner's, paddle. The blows were hard and punishing, making me jerk and
sob into the makeshift gag, but I was grateful for the humiliating
beating, grateful to be spared worse. When it was over and I crouched
sobbing, I became aware that the chastity was pulsing more strongly
than ever, and the warmth of my spanked bottom seemed to spread
throughout my body.
"How's your clitty, sissy Nikki?" Mistress asked knowingly. "All hot
and bothered? All excited? Would Nikki like me to touch her clitty?"
Humiliated, punished, aroused, I wiggled my upturned ass for my
Mistress (for the first of many times since!) and moaned, "Oh, yes
Mistress, please touch me - touch your Nikki's clitty!"
One cool finger, reaching between my legs, stroked the length of my
restrained sex. Just once, it passed, almost enough to push me over the
brink, and then withdrew. "Up you get, Nikki - there's plenty to do,
and you can't laze the day away in your bedroom!"
With these words, and that first spanking, Mistress Anne plunged me
into a new world, a world of silk and lace and satin, of hard work and
stern discipline, of bound and dominated beauty. Trembling with
frustrated desire, I stumbled up, stood while she untied my bonds,
and took the uniform she handed me. It was black and tight, low in
front and high below - the very one I'm wearing now.
In the coming weeks I would be made to learn to serve Mistress Anne's
guests, to walk and talk (and dress and undress!) properly, to curtsey
and clean - nearly the whole time aroused, yearning for release, so
that my very service became exciting. But it was that first awakening
that set me firmly on the path to submission.
Coming Soon: Nikki's First Time
(In which I continue my training, and become Mistress' lesbian love
toy)
Mila
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