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Writer's note: This is my first story here. SO be gentle. I based this
somewhat on a story that I read a long time ago somewhere and really
loved but could never find it again. Of course I have put my own spin on
it and such, but if the author of the original story or anyone else who
knows it and recognizes some of the elements here can point it out for
me I would love to give credit for inspiration where credit is due?. And
I would also love to read that story again.
Don't read this if differing forms of sexuality offend you. Why are you
even on this site if that is the case.
Input is welcome, if response is positive maybe I will write more.
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Darkness.
It feels like I have been asleep for ages, I don't remember much from
last night but my hangover is something fierce. As I reach for the lamp
on my nightstand my hand whips around at nothing. Uggh? My head. What
was her name? Where am I? I think back trying to remember the blonde I
was talking to, big tits, little yellow dress. What was her name? Ahh?
"Janice?" I call out. There is no answer but, suddenly I am blinded with
light as the room is bathed in it. My eyes take a second to correct them
selves and I raise my hand to cover them. "Ow? that's a bit bright don't
you think?"
No answer.
"Janice?"
Still nothing.
My eyes settle into focus and I look around. I am in a small room there
is one door on the far wall but, no windows near the door there is a
coat rack and a toilet. There is a television on table and small chair
near me. I am sitting on a twin bed with sheets that match the walls..
"Hello?" I ask cautiously.
"What is going on here, Hello?" I call out again.
I get out of the bed and realize that I am nude. I look around but, my
clothes appear to be missing. Aside form the very feminine robe hanging
on the coat rack there are no clothes to be found. I wrap myself in the
blanket from the bed and head for the door.
Locked. Frustrated I bang on the door and yell for someone to get me out
of here. I bang for a long time before calming enough to notice a small
button next to the door frame on the wall. It is round and flush with
the wall painted in a similar color.
A doorbell? I press it.
A recorded voice streams into the room. "Good Morning, Jamie. I am sorry
but you cannot exit until you are ready to make your request."
"HUH!? What the fuck are you talking about!?" I begin to shout. I push
the button again and the recording repeats itself. After five more times
of hearing the recording my frustration begins to boil over. "Let me out
of here! WHO ARE YOU?"
In my anger I rush over and grab the small wooden chair and beat on the
door with it. "OPEN THIS DOOR!" The blanket has fallen off of me and I
stand naked beating on the door with the small wooden chair shouting at
the top of my lungs. I tire after a while and the hopelessness of my
situation begins to set in. I put the chair down and have a seat to
reflect.
How did this happen? I remember going to Barney's last night. I was
hitting on this chick named Janice. Nothing beats a hot chick buying you
drinks. She was all over me all night. Did she drug me? Or did something
happen to us both? Is she in another room here? I chuckle to myself for
a second as I realize how much like a bad movie plot this sounds.
My head whips around as there is a mechanical buzzing sound coming from
over by the television. Out from the wall a small panel opens and a tray
pops out. On it there is a glass of water and a plate of food.
Breakfast: a slice of toast, some scrambled eggs, and two links of
sausage. As hungry as looking at the plate is making me my frustration
at the situation sets in again and I pick up the plate throwing it at
the door. It smashes and its contents fall to the floor.
Nothing.
I sit back down on the chair with the glass of water. Eventually I
decide to turn on the television must be noon time though because all
that is on is soap operas. So I turn it off. Time moves slowly and
eventually I turn back on just for something to listen to.
After inspecting the toilet and finding nothing odd about it, except
that the back doesn't open. I use the bathroom, as I am on the toilet a
roll of toilet paper comes out from another panel in the wall. I jump
with fright from it after being alone for hours. Was it triggered by
sitting on toilet? Am I being watched right now?
I sit back down and finish. The toilet flushes on its' own. I notice
that aside from the toilet paper there is also a moist hand towel that
hanging from the same rod as the toilet paper. I use it to wash my hands
and replace it on the rod. The apparatus sinks back into the wall too
quickly for me to grab hold of it.
I go back to watching TV. Two or three more hours go by. I begin to tell
time passage by the number of shows that I see each one as an hour. I'm
not really paying too much attention to the plots, its' all just
standard soap opera gibberish but, the noise keeps me company. As one of
the shows ends the food panel comes back out of the wall with a plate of
dinner. A salad, some sort of meat and a couple rolls. It is accompanied
again by a glass of water.
This time I am famished and I eat the meal as I watch another show.
Shortly, after dinner I need to take a piss. I stand by the toilet and
empty my bladder into the bowl. It does not however, flush. I look
around there wall but there is no button or anything to tell the toilet
to flush. As I try and think of what I did this morning I sit on the
toilet. As I sit down the rod with the paper and the towel come out of
the wall again. But the toilet does not flush. So it was automatic
before. What did I not do this time. I take some toilet paper from off
the roll and put it in the toilet between my legs. The toilet flushes.
Pleased with myself for figuring out the system, I wash with the towel
and as I replace it the rod slides back into the wall.
After another couple hours pass a recording pops on once again "Jamie,
it is time for bed." I shout out to the air once again for freedom with
no response. A few moments later the lights go out, the television goes
off, and I am again lost in black. I feel my way to the bed and lay down
to sleep.
The soap operas must affect me because I have odd dreams that night. I
dream about romance novel like settings of a dashing man saving his
heroine and of a beautiful kiss to cap it off. And of course the sex
that follows. What is weird is that I seem to be focusing on the man
more than the girl. I notice the beads of sweat running down his firm
chest. He is so warm to the touch as I run my hands over his moist
flesh. He grabs me close and I feel the hot pressure of his hard cock
thru his tight jeans. As he kisses me he loosens my bra and I melt
against him. My bra falls off of me as I lower myself to my knees,
eyelevel with his manhood.
The moisture and the tightness of his jeans make the button hard to
undue. It opens and I see the flesh underneath, he is not wearing
underwear. Slowly I pull down the zipper. I reach in and pull?
I wake up. Rubbing my eyes I wonder where that came from. I have never
had any queer dreams before. Damn soap operas are fucking with my head.
Then I notice an odd feeling. Kinda cold and sticky, I came in my sleep.
I came while dreaming about kissing some guy and pulling out his? I
shudder at the thought.
Getting up to use the toilet, I decide that to make this whole flushing
thing easier I should just sit down, that way the paper comes out and
the toilet flushes when I am done. As I finish Breakfast again comes out
from the wall I eat it and then I ring the bell.
"Good Morning Jamie, When you are ready to go simply ask and the door
will open"
"Can I go, please?" I say, trying politeness.
"I am sorry Jamie, you are not ready to go yet" the voice says.
I look down at my nude body. I have never been all that athletic and my
penis is rather average, my mind flashes back to the man in my dream. I
shake the image off and think. I look at the robe on the coat rack next
to me. It is a frilly yellow robe, kind of transparent, and short. What
the hell, I figure. I put on the robe. The fabric actually feels very
nice against my skin. I find myself running my hands over myself and
there is a quiver in my loins. What the hell is wrong with me?
I step in front of the door and again ask for permission to go. The door
opens and a great feeling of success comes over me.
As I exit the room the door shuts behind me and locks. I am in yet
another room, very similar to the first. On the wall where food had come
before there is now a small water spout. There is also a cup. Everything
else is the same. I go over to the water fountain, place the cup
underneath and push the button. There is an odd taste to the water, but
I drink it down. I go over to the new door and push the button beside
it.
"I'm sorry Jamie, it is not time for you to go yet. Sit and watch some
TV, get some rest." The voice says. I sit in the new chair and turn on
the television. Aside from the soap operas I now have a channel of porn.
I leave it on that channel. And watch as this woman is blowing this guy
with a big dick. Similar to my fantasy last night his cock in encased in
jeans and as she frees it the cock stands tall before her. She begins to
suck it and I find my self growing hard. I run my hands over the fabric
of the robe and then slide an hand underneath beginning to stroke my
average cock while looking a the monster before me. The girl comes up
off his dick and stands. I try to focus on her tits and lips but I find
myself looking at one last glimpse on the screen as his cock leaves
view. She has him sit on the bed and lowers her panties to reveal
herself as a she-male. I should be repulsed but I keep stroking myself
faster and harder. I explode as the man wraps his lips around her
luscious piece of meat.
I sit there in my own cum and wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I
am not gay. I look down at my hands and notice that my cum covered nails
are a bit longer than normal. I also realize that my short hair is now
rubbing against my shoulders. How long have I been here? I only remember
a couple days. I got up did a bunch of nothing and went to sleep. Sleep.
How long was I out? What did they do to me in my sleep?
This should have me flailing mad at the door again but I find myself
accepting and calm about it. I stare at the water and think about its
odd taste? Drugged?
I find myself watching the television again and though I tell myself not
o watch the porn I am compelled eventually to switch the channel back to
the porn channel and end up masturbating once again.
I have another couple glasses of water throughout the day. I at first
tell myself I shouldn't drink it but, thirst and possibly some sort of
addiction to the waters extra contents have taken over and I simply must
drink it. Dinner comes through and I eat it up.
I masturbate again a little later and end up going to bed. Over the next
couple days I got into the habit of sitting on the toilet after
masturbating to get the towel to clean up with. I wonder how I do get
clean each night because I don't have a shower.
Wake up eat and drink the drugged food, masturbate to she-male porn, and
sleep dreaming about men. This ends up being my pattern for what I would
guess is a couple weeks but, since I know I am losing time, it very well
could be months. They are turning me gay.
One morning I wake up from a night of hot dreams with a hard on. Well
what passes for a hard on these days, my dick doesn't seem to get as
straight and hard anymore. Has it gotten smaller? As usual I go to the
door with my robe and push the button.
"Jamie, you will be going today so make sure you are ready" The voice
said.
I was simply filled with delight. I went over and put on my robe and
poured a glass of water. My nails are nice and long now as is my hair.
Almost as if I willed it so my breakfast comes out of the panel in the
wall with something new. A hair brush! I grab it and brush my long
blonde hair out. Once I have eaten and brushed my hair I take my hair
brush and go to the door.
The door opens as I push the button and I walk through to another room.
I quickly look around and inspect things as the door closes behind me.
Beside the bed is a pair of yellow high heels. On the wall there is a
water spout only its different, it doesn't curl down to pour and where
is the cup? I clutch my hair brush as I rush over to the new spout, I
find myself pouting out my lip and stomping over to the wall. This water
spout has become very important to me.
It is plastic and a similar beige to the wall. About 7" straight out
from the wall straight at the end there is a small hole. I push the
button next to it and a small stream of water shoots out. I put my mouth
in front of it and push the button again. Why only the short bursts? I
push the button repeatedly and get a few bursts in my mouth. Then
continue to look around the room. Then I see it! New clothes on the coat
rack!
I rush over to them and pull the hangers from the rack. The first hanger
has a black shirt. Maybe a blouse it is cut with a low cut V neck and no
sleeves. There is a yellow skirt on the next hanger. And then, on the
final hanger, I find yellow panties and a bra. I have seen enough
outfits on TV to know this bra is going to show through the black shirt.
As I slide on the panties I find another problem I am hard and though I
have a pretty small little dickie it is creating a bulge. I decide to go
to the television and see if I still have porn. I find that all I have
now are channels of porn and most of them only contain man on man, there
is still on channel of she-male porn though. I settle in to that channel
and begin to stroke myself but having seen all of the videos being show
before I flip the channel. There a big black dick is being rammed up the
ass of this little white guy. But instead of being repulsed I find
myself getting excited. I climax and a little bit of fluid comes out. I
clean up and put on my panties you can't even tell I have a dick now.
For some reason I find this satisfying. I put on the bra. I guess I had
not noticed until now but my chest does seem to have swollen up. I am
growing breasts. I quickly put on the top and the skirt. I turn off the
TV so I can see my reflection in it. My god I am a woman now. The
reflection is distorted but I definitely look feminine. I walk over and
push the door button.
"Jamie you cannot leave without walking out properly."
Why do they have to be cryptic, I look over at the high heels. Yeah like
that was hard to figure out. I put them on and stumble a bit but I make
it to the door. After I push the button again the recording comes on.
"Practice makes perfect, Jamie"
I roll my eyes and stumble over to the water spout. I place my lips on
it so as not to get any water on my outfit. I then press the button a
few times and get some water. After a meal and a couple more times
masturbating I go to bed.
When I wake up in the morning there is a new channel on the TV it seems
to just be women walking in heels. Just various clips from movies cut
together on a loop. I take the cue and begin to watch them and practice.
After a couple days I notice I am not getting hard anymore not even when
I cum. I just rub myself for a while and it happens. I have also gotten
to love playing with my tits and ass when I masturbate. Part of me is
still repulsed but I can't help myself. I think about getting a big dick
up there like on the TV and it is oh so good.
The horrible thing is that the water fountain has stopped working. I
work doubly hard for the rest of the day walking in my heels.
I am getting great with the heels now and the way my hips have grown I
sway just like those women. I am sure to please the voice soon. At some
point the voice became more masculine and I have begun to fantasize
about what he is like. I push the button and my nipples get hard just
waiting for the door to open. It does and I gladly move on to the next
room.
There is a table with make-up and a mirror but I swing right past that
and head for the fountain. I put my lips around it but I can't seem to
find the button. This fountain is different too. The spicket is softer
kind of flexible. I squeeze it at the base and a little liquid comes
out. It tastes different, a little salty but it hits the spot. I need
it. I try to squeeze more out. Nothing. But when I suck on it I get
some. After some tinkering I figure out that if I pump the shaft with my
hand and suck on the tip I get the fluid out. I spit some into my hand.
It is kind of creamy and white. I lick it back of my hand and go back to
work. Eventually stuff stops coming out and I turn on the TV. There is
straight porn now. Lots of hot guys fucking these little chicks. Man
don't I wish I was one of them. Having those big strong arms wrapped
around me. Lowering myself on his thick hot shaft. I am beginning to
stroke my nipples and rub myself when I notice just how big my tits have
gotten I am at least a C cup now. My little clittie is just an inch or
so long and my balls seem to have retreated into my body.
After masturbating. I notice that there is a bigger bra for me on the
coat rack and I put it on. I begin to inspect the make-up table and I
see myself in a real mirror for the first time in I don't know how long.
I am beautiful. Long flowing blonde hair large cocksucker lips and a
figure to die for. I turn on the television again and sure enough there
is a channel of women putting on make-up. I watch it while I eat dinner.
When I get thirsty I get up and go to the fountain. It takes a lot more
work to get the drink this time. I have to pump and suck for 5 minutes
of so but finally I am rewarded. A few drops at first but after more
work a big rush of liquid flows into my mouth. It tastes wonderful and I
lick up the remainder off the sides of the shaft.
Eventually I settle into bed. Sleep is filled with dreams of giving head
with bright red lipstick on. I dream about running my tongue around the
ring of lipstick left on the shaft and then going back in to take its'
entire length down my throat.
I wake up in a panic as I realize the water spout is gone. I rush to the
wall. "No!" I scream tears running down my cheeks. But, then a panel
opens up and the spout comes back out. Only now it is much lower. I try
to reach it bending over but, the best way ends up being on my knees. I
sigh in relief as I stand on my knees and suck the shaft for my reward.
As the days pass and I practice my make-up I have also gotten better at
getting the reward from the shaft. I have figured out that if I pump
with my mouth at the same time as my hand then the fluid comes faster.
I have no idea how much time has passed when I get up this morning. I
push the button and the voice comes on.
"Make sure to clean up real well Jamie, and look your best, you are
moving on today."
I filled with delight and ran to the make-up table. On it was a strange
box. "Enema Kit" it read. I opened it up and read the instructions.
Stripping down I went by the toilet and inserted the small tube into my
ass. I let out a little moan as the warm liquid filled me inside. After
holding it in for a while, I couldn't tell time so I just held it in for
a long time, I sat on the toiled and purged it out of my system. I then
went about finishing my make-up and getting dressed.
Once everything was ready I worked one last drink out of the shaft and
noticed the ring that my lipstick left on it. I had not made what should
have been the obvious connection until now. "It's a dick" I find my self
saying out loud. I quickly cover my mouth and giggle. I said dick.
I go to the door and push the button. It opens to a brand new room with
a much bigger bed and big soft comforters. There is a dresser full of
clothes. There is a sink and a shower. Wait, where is the dick spout!? I
rush to the wall. There is no spout. I find a button on the wall and
push it, behind the wall I hear a small bell, a moment later a panel
opens up and a real dick and balls come through it. I look at it for a
moment and then making the obvious connection I lower myself to my knees
in front of it.
The cock in front of me lies limp but it is still long and thick. The
man it is attached to says nothing and waits patiently behind the wall.
Slowly I grab a hold of the base and lift the shaft up, his mushroom
head swells a little and I lick my lips. I reach out with my tongue and
touch the soft fleshy tip of his cock and a drop of pre-cum meets me.
God it tastes sooooo good, what did they do to me? I want his cum so bad
and I swallow his dick down my throat. It grows harder and longer. As
long as the dicks I saw on TV I cannot stop myself I lick and slurp at
his balls and then something amazing happen. He moans. The first live
voice I have heard in forever, his moan is so sexy I keep going just to
hear more of it. I lick I suck slobber all over the huge member as it
slides down my throat. He begins to moan more and buck against the wall.
Moments later I get my reward as hot cum shoots into my mouth and down
my throat. I am so thrilled that I cum in my panties.
After cleaning myself up and sitting down I find that the soap operas
have returned to my television selection and I have channels of straight
porn and gay porn alike. My breakfast comes complete with a glass of
water and I eat and watch the television.
After a couple hours I start to want to suck the cock again. I go to the
wall and push the button and nothing happens. I wait and nothing. I
begin to cry and sit down on my bed. I don't understand. I need the cum.
I need it. It's like an urge down in my gut my stomach starts to ache.
I pour myself another glass of water using my sink and go back to the
TV. I masturbate and it alleviates me some, but I have pushed the button
about a 1000 times now and nothing is happening. I am very sad that
night as I go to bed.
I am awoken in the morning by the sound of a bell behind the wall. I
jump up to se a panel open and the dick from yesterday come out. I run
to it and begin sucking like a mad woman. I kneel in front of the cock
in my sexy little nightie I found in the dresser and a pair of panties.
Soon I am rewarded with a hot load of sticky cum which I swallow.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," I say to the wall.
"Master" He says to me. The voice from the recordings!
"Thank you, Master" I say back. The dick withdrawals and the panel
closes.
I have breakfast, and then get a shower. I strip down and enter the
shower. The water feels so wonderful dancing over my D cup breasts and
running down my body. I am in the middle of rubbing myself in the shower
when I hear the bell behind the wall. I look over to the far wall and
the panel opens revealing Master's beautiful member to me.
Dripping wet I run from the shower to take it into my mouth. I
masturbate while I suck on him, cumming nearly at the same time as
receiving my reward.
"Thank You, Master" I say. The panel closes and I return to my shower.
A pattern develops over time I wait for the bell and come to it in order
to receive my reward. This goes on for many days. I clean my self with
the enema kit everyday and Master has said that if I am extra special
someday he may even fuck me. Master eventually renames me to Sissy
Jamie.
This morning as I wake up I notice that the door to my room is open. I
walk through it and there stands a man and a woman are speaking.
"I know you will enjoy our product, the operation will take some time
healing but she can still service you orally during that time." The
woman says.
The woman is familiar. I can't remember. Then I hear the man speak.
"I understand, and I am sure I will enjoy here, worth every penny. I
will schedule the procedure in about a month, after I have broken her
in." He says to her, but I don't really listen to the words.
"MASTER!" I scream, I run to him and hug him deeply.
"Down" He says sternly.
I get to my knees at his feet.
He continues to talk to her while I wait patiently at his side. "The
commands work great." He says.
"Of course they do. This is not our first time." The woman says back.
"Thanks, Janice. I will be in touch." He says to her.
"Let's go, Sissy Jamie" He says to me. I rise to my feet in my see thru
nightie and panties and follow my master out the door and see the sun.
We are somewhere in the desert and a building in the middle of nowhere.
The label on the metal door as it closes behind us simply reads
"Service".
As I climb into master's car he sits in the driver's seat. He pulls
something out of his pocket. Keys? No, a bell.
He rings it and I go to work.
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