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Be Careful What You Wish For
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The room was small. Not tiny, just small. And dark. Very dark. There were no
windows to allow the mid day sun to splash the walls and floor with life. The
only illumination came from the loose door jam, the only room's only entrance. It
was warm, also. Very warm. Too warm. Stifling even. There was the smell of sex
and sweat. And most of all, the smell of fear. There was little noise. The sound
of duress, an occasional grunt of frustration. The sound of some one struggling
for comfort, which could not be found. It had been like this for some time. For a
long time now.
At some point in time, not that time had much meaning in this small room, the
door opened. And she walked in. All six plus feet in those incredible heels. His
eyes looked at the heels. They followed the luscious nylon encased legs up to
where they joined in her gorgeous sex. Hidden, as it was, behind a gleaming,
black leather body suit. It was cut very high on the thigh, showing off the top
of her sheer black tights. His eyes continued upwards past her narrow waist to
swell of her magnificent breasts. With every step they seemed poised to leap
towards freedom from their leather prison. They were massive white globes, with
huge areolas, peeking over the edge of her cleavage.
Her soft, silky white skin continued up her bare, smooth neck, interrupted only
by a wide, black, jeweled choker. The blood red ruby reflected the outside light
giving off a dull, eerie glow. Large, full lips, the color of the ruby, pouted
with a sarcastic grin at him. Big green eyes stared back at him in fiendish glee.
Large, golden hoop earrings dangled from her lobes. A row of diamond studs
continued up the each ear. At least five on each side. Her midnight black hair
was pulled back into a single strand, knotted with a white band, studded with a
single black onyx.
She stood staring at him, resting back on her left leg, while the right thrust
forward slightly bent at the knee. Her hands and arms were encased in black
spandex, shoulder length gloves. He right hand held a fine leather crop, which
she casually tapped in the palm of left. She was a sight to behold. Both
breathtaking and intimidating. Not one to be trifled with.
On the other hand, he was a sight to behold also. The eye is immediately drawn to
the bright blue latex of the mini-dress he wore. It hugged his curves, revealing
all his secrets. A corset could be imagined running from hips to breast. Pulled
excruciatingly tight, coaxing some feminine curves. Four garters could be plainly
seen, supporting the jet-black stockings which descended from the beneath the
dress, for a few inches before disappearing into thigh high leather boots,
perched upon five inch heels. He, too, wore black, spandex shoulder length
gloves. Yet one would only notice this from behind. As his wrists were bound
together with chrome plated manacles. No more than an inch of chain linked them.
Another pair with slightly longer chain linked his elbows.
His ankles, too, were encased in gleaming steel, and clipped to a chrome pipe
bolted firmly to the oak wood floor. The other end disappeared beneath the hem of
his dress. His head wore a voluminous wig of angel blonde hair. The slight curls
spilled down his back, and around his face. His face was heavily made up. Garish,
almost, with colors of blue and green around his eyes. Deep red covered his lips.
Earrings dangled from his slightly red lobes. No doubt, recently pierced. His
face still had a masculine edge. But also an aura of femininity. And the
unmistakable air of fear. Intense fear. His eyes wide, pleading. Begging. His
lips, with drips of drool, spilling from the corner, held an impossibly large,
bright pink ball. Straps crossed his cheeks, undoubtedly joining again at the
nape of his neck.
She stared for an eternity. Devouring his fear, feasting on his suffering.
Finally she spoke.
"Nice. Very nice."
Slowly, she circled her captive prey. Observing every detail of his imprisonment.
"Much better." She said with satisfaction. "You're coming along just fine."
She gently lifted his chin with the end of her riding crop, forcing him to look
her in the eye.
"No more 'Let me go you, you...' What was it you called me again?" she asked
rhetorically. She faked ignorance, and mockingly pretended to think. "What was it
you called me again?" Emphasizing each word with the tap of her crop on his chin.
"Oh yes, that's right. You called me a bitch. A bitch, A Bitch!" tapping harder
with each consecutive expletive.
"You thought you could come into my home. Get your jollies off. Use me for your
perverted little fantasies. Yet still retain total control. You thought you could
call me a bitch. Order me around like all the frightened little people who scurry
around your existence. But you can't. You can't control me. But I can control
you."
For emphasis, she used the crop to force his chin up, his head back. Timing it so
his neck reached its limit on the last word. Then she removed her crop and began
circling him again.
The small room echoed with the sounds of her delicate high heels against the hard
wood floor.
"Forced feminization is what you wanted. You wanted to come here, and pretend
that I forced you to dress up. So you could feel the silky caress of nylon
panties, without the guilt. How do you like what you're feeling now? Are we
feeling guilty from our pleasure? You're feeling something alright, but I doubt
its guilt." she said with a laugh.
"I know what you want." she continued. "I know exactly what you want, what you
crave. Even if you don't. You think you want to dress like a woman. Feel like a
woman. Enjoy your guilty little fetish. Recall it as you wank your pathetic
little dick behind locked doors at home. I know this. I used to be a pathetic
little man just as you are. I made the same mistake as you. I answered an ad in a
sleazy news paper I was embarrassed to purchase from a sleazy little adult book
store."
"I, too, made an appointment to have my darkest fantasies come true. Far too
late, I learned my 'Mistress' was really a 'Master', who imprisoned me. Tortured
me. Bound me night and day. Used my ass and mouth for his disgusting seed.
Eventually, he had me surgically turned into a woman, so he could degrade me
further. But I'm a fast learner. Very fast. I learned to use his desires against
him. Before he even realized it, I was in control. And he was my slave. It was
such a joy to put that sadistic bastard in his place. I removed his penis, to
prevent him from ever spilling his disgusting seed in anyone again. But I left
him his balls, so he would continue to dream about it. Eventually I sold him off.
Keeping his home, his money, his other slaves."
"But I digress. Enough about me, I'm sure you're more interested in your fate.
You should be afraid. But you should also be happy. Remember, I know what you
truly want. And true to my word, I fully intend to keep my end of our bargain. To
give you exactly what you want. What you really want. Even if you don't know what
that is. What you crave. What your soul so desperately desires. What you want is
to loose your self. To give up the cruel world that doesn't understand you. To
leave it all behind. Find some one to take care of you. Understand you. You want
to be a slave. To be owned, possessed. To be a thing of desire. This is what you
want. This I will give you."
"I've already begun. To make you into the slave that you so desire, first I must
crush the creature you were. I must break your sprit, you psyche, your very
being. You're not in this position because you swore at me, offended me. Which
you did - and you will suffer for that transgression. Even if you were the most
polite fairy in the world, you'd still be here now. Because the first step is to
erase who you were. And I do so love this part. The fear in your eyes. The
suffering of your pain. The cries of your agony. God, I'm so hot just looking at
you."
She stood in front of him. Absent mindedly stroking her sex. Tension hung heavily
in the small room. She trembled a moment, perhaps reaching a climax. Or perhaps
dreaming of one she would soon have. She then began again.
"Once the person you were, no longer exists, then I will create the new you. A
slave, a woman, one worthy to receive all you desire."
With this news, he struggles increased, but for naught. The chains, the steel,
the gleaming chrome would not bed to his will. But he would bend to her will. She
smiled, breathing in the scent of his futile struggles.
She walked slowly towards the door, allowing a generous view of her posterior.
There she stopped, turned and stared him down again.
"Do you have any idea how long you've been stewing in here?"
He mumbled something through his gag.
"You've been here eighteen hours and approximately thirty six minutes. That's how
long. You need at least another twenty four to forty eight before we can move on
to the next step in your training. And as with any good roast, it should
occasionally be turned."
She covered the short distance to where he stood in exactly three steps. She bent
her knees to lower her. She reached for a knob on the pole that held his legs and
turned it three turns, clockwise.
As she did so, his eyes bulged and his struggles increased. He went up on his
tiptoes, approximately three inches. She rose, looked him in the eyes and laughed
again at his struggles.
"I'll be back to give you another turn or two in about twelve hours. Enjoy
yourself. Once you learn to relax your backside, you'll be able to enjoy the
feeling of fullness. Even crave it."
She turned again, walked to the door. She slowly closed it on him, again,
relishing his struggles. Once closed, he heard three large locks click shut,
securing him in the room.
Again, he was left to himself. And his suffering.
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