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Chapter one
I sat at my dressing table applying my makeup. I was wearing an ankle
length pink nightgown and my six inch pink bedroom slides. My freshly
shaved legs encased in sheer pink nylons attached to a pink garter
belt. A gaff holds my sex close to my body. My favorite blonde wig
adorned my head.
I have been a closet transvestite since I was fourteen. I dressed in my
mother's panties and spent hours alone prancing around the empty house
when my mother was out. The desire to masturbate fueled by some of my
dad's Playboy and Penthouse magazines that he kept in the top of their
closet.
Now I am twenty-four and employed as a computer programmer and for the
first time I am able to dress whenever I want, and I do every non-
working hour. Recently I have been reading stories online about female
domination and forced chastity and sexual relief denial. This has added
to my fantasy's about being controlled by a dominate woman. I have
dated several girls and women since I began to cross-dress but had
never found one that I could trust my secret with. Valerie, a college
girlfriend, was the closest I had ever come to coming out to. Since I
started college I had been wearing panties everyday under my male
attire. I changed to men's underwear only for dates and doctor visits
the disgusting feel of the cotton rough and course against my skin. The
second year in college Valeria and I had become am item we had good sex
and we enjoyed being together and went out several times a week. Val
was fun and I got to drain my balls often enough, but knew that sweet
sexy Val could never fulfill my desires to submit to a woman. The
evening we broke up I had undressed to reveal that I was wearing a blue
bikini panty under my jeans. Val pretended it didn't bother her, but it
did and that night ended our relationship whatever it had been.
Unlike most transvestites I am not a small man unless you count my
penis which is only five and a half inches hard. I stand five-ten in my
stockings; however I am thin and only weigh 145 pounds. I have never
attempted to pass as a woman because of my height. This has meant all
my pretty time has been alone moving about my apartment or now my home
in my girlie mode. I dream that some day I shall find the woman that
will take me and bend me to her superior will.
On weekends I get a bit more daring and wear unisex clothes while
outside the house and yard. I wear pantyhose usually dark brown, black
or navy under my jeans and I wear ladies flats and loafers very subtle
in male colors. Women have it so good they can appear in mends shirts
and jeans and no one takes notice. I normally shop in the mornings as I
want to have the afternoon to dress and play. One Sunday morning I had
gone to Home Depot to get some bedding plants to restore my flowerbeds
to lovely spring color. I was walking in the garden section and had
stopped to look at a small pool that could be installed in the backyard
to create a waterfall. I was leaning over checking the small pool pump
when I heard "Why, Mr. Johnson I like your pantyhose". I quickly stood
and turned around to see the woman who had called my name was. I could
feel the flush already rising in my cheeks as I looked into the blue
grey eyes of Mrs. Hatcher the owner and CEO of the software firm I work
for standing before with a stern look on her face. I couldn't help it
my eyes dropped for a moment to her breasts that were covered by a kaki
cotton shirt. What beautiful tits she has went running through my head.
I had only seen Mrs. Hatcher the day I had begin working at her company
as she gave the new employee welcome onboard speech to me and three
other new hires. Now I stood two feet from her petite frame with my
mind racing and my flush spreading. "Ladies penny loafers also" she
said, as I wanted to die. I had been read by my company CEO and I saw
my future going downhill to unemployed.
"Come with me, she ordered." turned and without a glance back headed to
the exit. Not knowing why I followed her order and started after her.
We reached her massive green SUV and she opened the rear door and
pointed to a large wire cage and said "get in". My mind was blank and I
will never understand why without a word of protest I crawled into the
cage. She grabbed my loafers from my stocking feet and without comment
locked the cage.
She then pulled a tarp which covered the cage with me inside, got into
the vehicle and still without a word drove off. Only then did I begin
to feel the beginnings of fear creep in. "Why had I gotten in her
cage?" "Where were we going?" "Why?"
The drive lasted for almost an hour. I knew this because I was wearing
my wrist watch. The car stopped and she got out and opened the rear
door of the SUV and pulled the tarp off my cage. I noticed she had a
par of handcuffs in her dainty hand. I also noticed we appeared to be
inside a large garage or building.
"You have always wanted a woman to dominate you." she said. "Well I am
that woman slave and you will call me Mistress now remove your male
clothing." I began to protest and she picked up plastic device with a
red handle and pressed it to my arm through the cage. I jerked with the
pain as horrific jolt of electricity slammed into me. I jerked away and
hit my head in the cage. I saw stars for a moment. "Strip slave now."
she said. I could hardly use my right arm, as I began to remove my
clothes. The task was made difficult because of the close confines of
the cage
When I was undressed to only my pantyhose and thong panties she pushed
the cuffs into the cage and ordered me to cuff my hands behind my back.
I was scared but noticed my penis straining to erect in my lingerie.
When I was cuffed she unlocked the cage and ordered me out. I had a
difficult time struggling to crawl and slide out because of my bound
hands.
I started to speak, "No talking slave." she said moving the shock pole
in my direction. I choked of my words. She placed a collar with
attached leash around my neck. I hadn't even seen her get it. She led
me toward a doorway. She opened the door and I was lead inside. What
greeted my eyes was a large dungeon room with devices throughout. Some
I recognized, but most I didn't.
In one corner stood a large throne like chair in front of the chair was
a wooden stock. I was led toward the stock and ordered to kneel. She
then opened the stock and pushed my still collared neck in place and
lowered the upper piece trapping my head. She the placed a rather large
red rubber ball gag in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. My
wrists were uncuffed and then reattached to individual cuffs on the
stock. Leaving me kneeling there she went into another room. I was left
alone with a million questions in my head and knees that were beginning
to hurt in spite of the pad I knelt upon.
When she returned the sight took my breath away. She was beautiful
beyond any woman I had ever seen the dominate woman of my dreams and
desires. She wore an all leather cat suit that covered her from her
neck down to the black knee high stiletto boots on her small feet. My
dick was as hard and swollen as the confines of the pantyhose would
permit. She carried a cloth in one hand which she unfolded and covered
my head. It was light weight and nylon but it blocked my view of her
completely.
She then said, "Mr. Johnson this will be the last time I will ever
address you by your male name. I will now answer some if not all of
your questions. I did not want you eyes watching me and distracting
your mind away from my words. Unknown to you until now I carefully
screen all my employees for potential submissive slave material. I have
known before you were hired by my company that you were a candidate for
slavehood to me. You have been carefully investigated. I have had
cameras installed in you home for months recording your attempts at
dressing, putting on makeup and draining your balls while dressed in
your frilliest nighties. I know of attempts at chastity and denial.
Your reading Fictionmania's stories even sometimes while at work. I
have had your car taken to your house; yes I have keys to everything.
If you accept your slavehood your things will be sold or given away as
I choose. I shall set that aside in a trust in your new name which I
will decide after asking you for your current choice of female name as
I assume you have one already. Your contract will be for four years
after which time if you wish you will be allowed to go into the world
on your own. I shall deposit money into your trust fund at your current
before taxes rate. What I demand and get will be your obedience. If you
choose not to accept you will be returned home to continue your less
than emotionally fulfilled mundane existence. To assure your silence
regarding myself and your visit here you will be allowed to continue
working at your current position and I will provide you with ten
thousand dollars in cash for today's visit. My insurance are all the
tapes and evidence of your dressing in women's clothing which I would
use to destroy you if you ever told anyone about me or what transpired
here today.
"We are at my country estate, my ranch if you will, which consists of
some six thousand acres. I have a complete staff including resident
physician, housekeeper, gardener, cook, chauffer and several maids. The
staff is all transsexuals. They like you were formerly male and I have
helped them realize their full potential as beautiful females. I have
enormous wealth which allows me to indulge my dominate desires. In
addition to the staff I employee two males trained to provide sexual
services as required. I am prepared to assist you to become a beautiful
vibrant and productive female. I will mold your mind and body to
worship your Mistress. My methods are severe. My punishments are harsh
and my demands are dramatic. You will know both pain and pleasure
beyond what you have thought possible. Your dream submission fantasy
will be made real for you. You must remember however that my desires
are uppermost.
"I will now read your slave contract. Listen carefully to my words.
This is the document you will sign should you desire to begin your
journey to womanhood."
She began to read:
I Robert Johnson, hereinafter referred to as simply slave, being of
sound mind and under no duress inter into this binding contract with
Mistress A, hereinafter referred to as Mistress.
This contract is for sexual slavery and submission. I consent and
request that Mistress use me and my body for her sexual and sadistic
pleasures as Mistress desires. I understand that my body will be
feminized and modified as necessary to provide me with the outward
appearance of a genetic female. I request these modifications and
understand that I will never be a male again. I understand these
modifications will involve surgery, hormones, injections, diet,
exercise, and pain as Mistress dictates. I further stipulate that that
I understand that this contract includes my total and complete
castration and reconstruction of female genitalia. I agree to
application of appliances, insertions, marks, piercings, devices, and
techniques as Mistress requires. I request and agree to the removal of
all body hair except on my head through electrolysis and laser
treatments at Mistress's direction.
This contract is binding on the slave for a period of four years from
today. I understand that should the slave be found unworthy or
disobedient by Mistress that Mistress may terminate the contract at
anytime with payment to the slave of the then current trust fund
balance. Should Mistress terminate this contract the slave agrees to
accept whatever stage of body modification has occurred without further
legal recourse.
The slave fully understands that all freedoms are to be suspended for
the duration of this contract. The only restriction on what Mistress
may do with slave is Mistress agrees not to kill or cause the death of
slave. Salve freely accepts any dangers from and surgeries Mistress
requires.
Video recorded, witnessed, and signed this date.
Date
Signature
Thumb Print
Mistress then removed the cloth from my head and I was able to see
again she had been joined by a very pretty maid who I knew had once
been a man. My gag was removed by the maid and I was offered a drink of
water from a straw. My mouth tasted of rubber. It was then that I
realized how badly I needed to pee. She must be able to read minds as
the maid then knelt down pulled my pantyhose and panties down far
enough to expose my cock and balls and placed a little Johnny portable
urinal over my semi-erect member. I had never peed with an audience I
couldn't let go. The Mistress in an act of kindness placed the cloth
over my head. In moments my flow started and filled the urinal held by
the maid.
The cloth was removed and Mistress said, "Slave you now have permission
to speak." The maid had just returned from the bathroom I surmised.
Mistress said, "If you join me your signal to request to speak will be
blinking your eyes twice, holding up two fingers, two grunts, any
signal as a set of two. You will not always be allowed to speak just
because you request to do so."
I found my voice, "Mistress so much has happened I am sad, happy,
tired, humiliated, excited, fearful, scared and somewhat honored. Is
this real can you in would you really do all that? She smiled a
delightful smile and said, "Yes slave if you accept my terms, but
remember it will be a journey of both pain and delight" My mind was a
blur I had wanted this for so long, but was now faced with it in the
flesh. I wondered if I was man enough to submit to this woman. "Slave I
shall give you ten minutes alone to read the contract then you must
decide to stay or go." With that she placed a small table under my face
with the contract on it. With the Mistress and the maid left me alone.
Could I do it? Did I really want to make such a commitment? I
remembered and old line about contribution verses commitment. It went
"A chicken makes a contribution to your breakfast the pig makes a
commitment." It was with that thought that I made up my mind to commit
myself and submit to my Mistress. Mistress and the maid returned and
the maid held a video camera.
I blinked twice. Mistress responded, "Speak slave."
To be continued
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