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Foreword: Dear Readers, I wrote this story nearly 20 years ago. Now,
thanks to my new French friend Avaro Le Banni, who searched his archive
and forwarded a copy to me, I am pleased to post Bianca Paragon here.
Here's part two of four parts. - Best wishes, Toxis.
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BIANCA PARAGON
A Tale Of Love Perfected
by
TOXIS
Part Two
FROM MISS REGINA'S TRAINING NOTEBOOK
I. DAY ONE
I was retained to assist in the re-education of an involuntary she-male.
The conditions for her training were clear but unusual. I was to be
finished in 100 days or less. The subject, Bianca Paragon, was to meet my
client's stated list of "perfect" qualities. These requirements were
routine and easy.
I had never had a client that had as demanded an involuntary
submissiveness as the last feature. Bianca was to love, and do so
obsessively, Doctor Victor Crown, my client. She had to exist only for
him, think only of him, find meaning in life only through him.
As a subject, Bianca presented a challenge to the behavior modification
professional in effecting her transformation. She had been raised a man
and would have to be reoriented in her sexual/affectional preferences.
Bianca had been married in her prior life role. She would have to
emotionally abandon that commitment and, ideally, come to find a close
and sexual relationship with a woman disgusting. Her satisfaction must
come only from men.
The greatest challenge would be to channel all the interests and
intellect of Bianca's mind into her lover, to blunt every other outlet
and force her to constrict herself ever more severely to him.
But before there could be something new, the old had to be destroyed.
When I arrived, Bianca was waiting on the porch. The location was very
remote, deep in the California desert. I thought she had potential to be
extraordinary. She was short, maybe 5'6" and very slender. I estimated
her at a Size Six with a chance to diet down to a Size Two.
There was a developing bust line that was well supported by a stiffly
wired bra. I think it a very good idea to get she-males, especially the
forced ones, into bras as soon as they have the flesh to fill them.
Her eyes were downcast. Good, all good, and when our eyes first met I
could sense her fear as I inspected her. There was a softness of
character, a lack of confidence. Was it the death of her personality
beginning?
Tomorrow, I begin with extreme figure and foot training and sexual
reorientation. This will be the test of how psychically malleable Bianca
is.
II. DAY TEN
Bianca has been posed for over two hours now. This is longer than she has
ever lasted without fainting. Over the last ten days, I have laced her
down from a twenty-five inch waist to a mere nineteen inches. Her heel
height has climbed to a routine five inches and a training height of six.
I left her laced and heeled, standing on the ten inch pedestal, otherwise
naked, before the mirror. Bianca must keep her feet very still, the
pedestal is only ten inches across. A slip and she tumbles down four
feet. Her hair is done as is her face. She is heavily perfumed.
"Bianca, do you like this?"
I can feel her sigh as I massage her nipples from behind. I slowly caress
the soft skin of her bottom with a feather. As I draw away,
Bianca wants to follow but she doesn't dare. She could fall.
"Oh yes, Miss Regina. I love it."
"Would you like me to satisfy you, Bianca, give you the satisfaction you
need as a woman?" Bianca nodded dreamily. I started to stroke her
slightly engorged penis.
"I can't hear you, Girlie. Tell me what you want."
"Please, Miss Regina, don't torture me. Please let me cum, like a girl. I
promise," Bianca blushed prettily as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"I'll cum just like a girl if you let me".
I put the dildo gag in her mouth and attached the vibrator extension to
her penis. I like to keep her talking. I can reinforce the stereotypical
male notion of sissydom by embarrassing admissions. But this discipline
has other objectives.
Every time Bianca sucked on her gag, the sensation was transmitted,
somewhat, to her own member. She made no protest as I spread her
asscheeks and inserted a small dildo up her rectum. It too vibrated.
"I feel so good. I feel like a woman. Only a man can make a woman feel
this way. My Beloved makes me excited. I want to feel his hard cock with
my hands. And put his prick in my mouth, to drink every drop of his
sperm. Only a man can make a woman feel this way."
The tape was a random edit splice loop of 37 separate expressions of
sexual desire for sex with men, of admissions of pleasure felt and love
for Victor. Bianca was under the continuing influence of a mixed dosage
of Haldol and Methaqualone, coupled with a mild amphetamine. The result
was to blunt her feelings and cognitive process, but keep her able to
focus.
Bianca started to wriggle. I had noted that as orgasm approached she was
less able to stay still. Images of Victor were flashed at 1/40 per second
intervals. Too fast for conscious recognition, the subconscious was
capable of capturing and recalling the photograph shown. I steadied
Bianca as she orgasmed. Otherwise, she would have plunged off. She had
become quite light. I thought a Size Two dress quite likely now. Indeed,
I thought her development likely to make her too thin to be attractive.
Drugged, post-orgasmic, Bianca was in a stupor as she was lowered into
the isolation tank. In the last session, I moved to the new set of random
expressions.
"I am a girl. I have breasts and I want them to get bigger." I thought
the ultimate size was too top heavy but this she-male was not intended
for my resale. It's a constant problem with customized slaves. They can
get so individually sculpted, mentally as well as physically, that their
resale value is nil.
"I think about love all the time. Someday, I will be perfect."
"Girls dress for men."
"Sex with a girl is disgusting."
"Doctor Victor is the sexiest, most handsome man in the world".
In a test this morning, it took Bianca only seven minutes to orgasm
looking at a picture of her doctor. When the picture was put away, she
was unable to satisfy herself without fantasizing.
At this point, Bianca has begun to sacrifice her world view. She can
contemplate without emotional collapse being excited by the sight of an
erect penis and she is aroused herself at the thought of touching one.
Stage Two requires Bianca to abandon her view of herself and crystallize
a new self image as per the planned modifications. Estimates for
completion, starting tomorrow, suggest completion in 45 days.
III. DAY FIFTY-TWO
I carefully positioned Bianca's left arm on the black satin sheet. Every
fold was planned. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror above her.
I would leave her this way for the next six hours. Bianca was forbidden
to move, to flex so much as a muscle. She could breathe, blink, no more.
Coming to this point had been, for Bianca, a several hour process.
Clothing was selected, hair style and make-up decided. I had Bianca wind
her platinum blonde hair into oversized rollers, but only after she had
applied a triple coating of styling gel. The set would definitely hold.
She laced herself into the new corset. It took her down to 18 inches but
left her breasts hang free. I had to help the edges meet but Bianca,
breathless, was truly cut in half. The pink lace catsuit was
intentionally two sizes too small. The tight lace cut into her skin,
making her flesh appear to bulge out beyond the pink patterning.
Her now very big breasts were allowed to sag naturally. Size DD breasts
on a Size Two petite female frame should have some support.
Bianca could not keep her massive teats from spilling out of the flimsy
top.
Her make up was very pale with big dark eyes and frosted lips. I pointed
out flat spots as she teased her hair into an enormous bouffant. On her
feet were white satin ballet en point shoes, perfume, the chandelier
jewelry, and last, an oversized, padded shoulder, satin jacket - a
totally glamorous conceit.
Bianca lay back against the pillows. I arranged her coat, her hair,
perfectly. A study in lace and satin. A banner was draped across her
ample chest: GIFT WRAPPED FOR MY LOVER I made to leave the room. While
I was gone, a video camera behind the mirror would ensure Bianca's
immobility. Music, romantic and sexual affirmations would loop
unpredictably.
"I'll be lonely, Miss Regina". She had the beginnings of a tear in her
eye."
"You will be lonely, Bianca, lonely for your true love." I made an
infinitesimal adjustment to the banner. I wanted more of the fat cleavage
to show.
"You must be content to think about your Lover and hope that he comes to
look at you," I suggested. "You've spent so much time getting ready to be
looked at. It would be totally wasted if he doesn't come."
"Yes, Miss, but my Beloved didn't come the last time." True, Bianca had
not been scheduled for positive reinforcement of her new image prior to
Day Fifty.
"Then, you will have to try harder. You must want your sweetheart to come
and rescue you desperately. Or else, you will be alone, useless and
barren." I could barely hear her voice. Her lips barely moved but her
eyes were fixed on the mirror.
"Yes, Miss, I'll try very hard."
I returned as scheduled. Bianca's eyes were wet. A rose, sharp with
thorns, rested between her breasts, rivulets of blood trickled where
thorns pierced fat flesh. The long stem had been first threaded between
her teats and then, under the lace 1ycra, down past her waist. And
pressed into the soft skin. More blood.
Standing, Bianca went to one of the many mirrors in her room. Her small
hands came first to her breasts; then, one dropped. I watched her give
herself pleasure as she had been taught.
"He came, Miss Regina. He visited me and he gave me this rose". Her make
up, especially all the cheap mascara, was beginning to run ridiculously
as Bianca cried, happy. "He wants me to be his mistress. Please, Miss,
can I?"
She was pathetically eager but that had been the whole point of training
to date. I have trained a man to dress as a woman in a manner that would
repulse a normal female, to become so passive that she cannot move
without permission and to yearn for sex with one man.
But I have not taught Bianca to love her suitor, not obsessively, not
past all reason.
Stage Two has been accomplished beyond expectations prior to schedule. In
Stage Three, the training protocol requires Bianca to become Doctor
Victor's ever ready Mistress and to lose her virginity to sex with men.
As a starting point in Bianca's "domestication", I've enclosed a passage
from Bianca's first love letter to Doctor Victor - as his Mistress.
"When you walk through the door, I'll be on my knees waiting for you. My
fingers will softly touch you, feel your hardness, arouse you. "My lips
will ..... "
In closing, Doctor Victor did have one interesting idea. As Bianca
becomes an increasingly more demure she-male, why not make her
compulsively look at every man's penis, wonder about its size, want to
reach out and touch it. Compulsive. Anxious. Sitting next to a man, her
eyes would be constantly straying to his crotch. It would be a struggle
to keep her hands to herself. All in a vain search for the perfect penis.
I like it. It lets me set Bianca up for her final reward. Doctor Victor.
IV. DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT
I have made these notes from observing the video tape. Bianca's new room
was designed so that no corner is not subject to movement activated video
cameras. Coverage is 24 hours a day.
Bianca's room is done in cheap Fifties bordello. There is little to read.
Lots of glossy magazines showing women sucking enormous cocks. Her
shelves are well stocked with videos, all dealing with fellatio.
The following is a typical hour spent by Bianca in her room. Bianca
changed from the bra set to a white satin corset. It gives her breasts
far more support although they are exposed. She likes the comfort and
doesn't notice her nudity any more. When she pulled on the matching thong
panties, her hand strayed over her limp penis for several minutes. She
wanted an orgasm but couldn't achieve one. The necessary stimulus was
missing.
Aimlessly, she saunters about her room. Bianca rolls her hips with a
wide, exaggerated sway. Her stilt heels and corset dictate that but she
consciously helps the effect. That's the way a mistress walks. She starts
the Cum Shots tape again. It's a favorite. She stands in front of the big
screen. Her hand is back down her panties and, with the other, she holds
a 14 inch black dildo. Bianca follows the action by indulging herself.
She wants to cum terribly. The veins in her neck are prominent.
Desperate, she picks up the phone. Her dildo, wet and glistening, has
fallen to the floor.
"Is he there?"
She's still playing with herself, trying to keep her arousal alive.
Bianca is dancing back and forth, one foot to the other.
"He has to take the call. Tell him, please, tell him... it's Bianca."
Her voice was becoming more anxious, panicky. "I'm sorry he's in a
meeting but I really have to talk with him. It's personal."
A hesitation, a pause as the humiliation takes hold.
"No, I'm not his wife. I'm..his, uh..his mistress. You always ask me
this. Why are you so mean? Can't I talk with him!"
Bianca's wavy blonde hair bounces as she nods. Yes, maybe, it's so
unclear. What's happening? Is she ever going to speak with HIM? She'll do
whatever the person on the phone wants. Nothing matters but speaking with
HIM.
"Yes, I'm playing with myself. I'm playing with my clit and my nipples. I
need to have him talk to me. I can't cum unless he talks to me. Please,
can't you interrupt or something."
Bianca's face is beet red. She calls her hormone castrated penis a clit
now. She plays with it all the time. And it's the first thing I punish.
A shock! A long wail. She's shuddering, violently. Babbling, she sounds
insane. She's cumming, her jeweled fingers pump away. A pathetic trickle
of sperm dribbles form the still flaccid penis. It stains her panties.
Later, Bianca will be proud of that stain, at how passionate she
is.
"Yes, Ma'm. I did. My panties are totally soaked ... Yes, Ma'm. I promise
not to .... And Ma'm, can I call back today?"
I began Bianca's career as a mistress by having her select dildos, all
kinds, and colors. Each had a name. And a special use.
In her letters to her Lover, she had to refer to each by name. In her
diary, she had to describe her growing ability to excite herself using
each one. Slowly, she was allowed favorites. And favorite ways to use
them on herself.
I had Bianca pose for photos, fondling her dildos. Wish you were here.
She was a mistress whose Lover never came.
I gave her nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to say, or want
or feel, except sex. Sex with men. Compulsive sex. So urgent that it
didn't matter how degraded Bianca felt in obtaining her orgasm.
At first, Bianca's male orientation made open fondling of her dildos
awkward. In the isolation tank, I made her believe that she-males love to
suck on thick, rigid pricks and beg to just to touch them. Pleasure when
she did, electroshock when she balked.
Once Bianca would hold a dildo, I made her carry one at all times, her
other hand in her panties constantly stroking her always limp penis. I
introduced her to lollipops shaped like erect penises and when she wrote
her daily diary entry, she would lick the candy erection.
Over a period of fifteen days, penises, erect and jutting, became the
only constant fact of Bianca's life. At night, an alarm might go off
suddenly. Spotlights would glare in her eyes. Frantically, Bianca would
search for a dildo, any dildo, and plunge it into her mouth, pistoning
for all she was worth. She masturbated too. If she was too slow, she was
shocked.
Only her lover could set her free. One day, he would come and take her
away. He would satisfy her completely. Make her a complete woman, use her
as she was meant to be used, utterly and until she was spent.
As Bianca became more bored, as sex without the stimulus of her Lover
became impossible, I noted that Bianca turned more hysterical in her
desires. She called the "office" constantly. She confessed to her
unbridled desires over the phone, she humiliated herself in countless
ways to earn a moment with HIM and when she was spent, filled with self
loathing and lust, she started the cycle again.
I think Bianca is ready for the first experiment and her next phase.
V. DAY EIGHTY FIVE
Bianca is in the hotel room. I had her transported in a closed van,
blindfolded. She is near collapse, waiting for her first trick. If he
likes her, she will live with him. He will dress her and use her, display
her to his friends, make her suck him in public if that amuses him.
He called her on the phone, no warning. She was near orgasm from the
first word. He wanted to meet her.
Someplace discrete, someplace that catered to consenting adults. Bianca
knew just the place. I had fed her the information before hand. He
accepted and she hadn't been able to keep her hand out of her panties
from then on.
I dropped her off at the corner with instructions. The bustle of the
intersection, after her enforced stillness, was a visceral shock to
Bianca. Short black leather skirt, a red tube top, seamed stockings,
patent heels, a little red beret, the classic streetwalker look. Bianca
seemed not to mind the stares she drew or the car that stopped to solicit
her. She hurried to the motel and rented the room.
Inside, she would strip to her black satin panties, lock the studded dog
collar around her neck and wait. Aside from a stimulant, she would be
anxious beyond control, I had Bianca drug free, part of the test.
Victor ignored her, setting up his video camera first. Bianca kept
reaching out for him, trying to touch his penis. Her eyes were riveted to
the front of his pants.
Victor snapped his fingers and Bianca came to him like a dog, on her
hands and knees. Kneeling before her master, Bianca touched his penis
through the fabric of his pants like something would explode. Rubbing him
erect, she pulled the rising member free and hurriedly fed it into her
mouth.
One hand fondled her Lover's scrotum, her thickly painted lips suctioned
at his rock hard cock and her other hand pumped away at her own penis.
From one orgasm to the next, Bianca never lost her attention on the
penis. Her pleasure came as a consequence of satisfying Victor, not as an
important part of the act.
Victor threw her a filthy rag of a dress. Bianca quickly put it on, too
small by sizes and smelling of the sewer. He clipped a leash to her
collar and, camera in one hand, Bianca in the other, led her out.
Victor reported to me that Bianca smiled the whole way home, her hand in
her panties stroking her penis constantly.
The process is nearly complete. Bianca associates all pleasure with her
body. She does not think. She reacts and then only to Victor. She wants
him compulsively. By Day One Hundred, she must love him like a lost soul.
VI. DAY NINETY NINE
The process is completed. I believe that Bianca collapsed and coalesced
two days ago. Since then, she has operated in a what can best be
described as a closed end loop of puppy love.
Bianca was set free on a golf course. She was dressed in a tight, white
hobble skirted dress and very high, spiked heels. The ground was muddy
and her heels were sure to sink. Ahead of her, maybe fifty yards down a
fairway, was Victor, in a cart, slowly driving away. Reflexively, Bianca
began to follow. It was more than awkward; she kept sinking into the
ground and her skirt made walking tedious. I had placed a small needle
lined pad against her penis. She would have to torture herself to reach
her goal.
"Victor, Darling. It's meeehhh! It's Bee-AHHNKKA!!"
Plaintively, she called out, again and again, for her Victor to stop, to
let her catch up. After a mile or so, I could see a faint blood stain
through the thin white cotton where her penis must be.
"VICTOR. VICTOR, PLEASE STOP! I ...It's BEE-AHHNKKA!!"
One fairway was wrapped around a small, figure-eight-shaped lake. At the
narrows, a small landscaper's bridge connected this fairway with the
next. Bianca realized that if she could navigate the bridge, she would be
ahead of, catch, be with her Beloved.
Bianca tentatively put a foot on the wooden span. It was narrow, a foot
wide if that and steeply arched. She stepped out, away from the land,
inching up to the high point. One foot was on the downstroke. Bianca was
going to make it! She was looking at Victor approach. Despite the pain it
caused, she touched her needle stabbed penis as if to excite herself.
I triggered the remote control while she was distracted and vulnerable.
We had put the bridge there. It was the first of several traps. The left
support separated, letting the wooden planking slant downwards. A slide
to the pond.
Bianca never had a chance. One minute, she was about to finally join her
romantic ideal. The next, she was falling, arms flailing, screaming, into
a muddy pond. At one point, Bianca was entirely underwater. When she
surfaced, she was covered in brown mud and slimy green algae. Her hair
hung lankly, dripping across her face. Her wet dress was no longer
gleaming white. It was mud grimed and ludicrous.
Victor drove by, seemingly oblivious, unaware of Bianca's disaster.
Bianca called out, tried to make Victor look at her. She climbed up the
bank and staggered out onto the wide, green fairway.
"VICTOR! VICTOR, COME BACK!!"
She stood silent a moment and then began to cry. Slowly, she sank to her
knees. The needle pad must have made this particularly painful. Her penis
would require immediate medical attention.
She was mumbling. I couldn't get it at first on the parabolic mike but,
boosting the gain, I could make it out.
"I love you, Victor. I always loved you. Please love me too. I love you.
Love me, please ... "
Until she was taken away, she babbled on her love, like a chant, or maybe
a prayer. Bianca was broken. Her male personality had ceased to have a
determining role in-her behavior and the obsessive, compulsive Bianca was
now a real person.
VII. PROGNOSIS
Bianca's back now and in bliss. She had lunch with Victor, dressed in a
blue satin dress that pulled across the bust line and hips. Victor gave
her an oversized imitation diamond ring. It's bigger than a ping pong
ball. Absurd.
But Bianca is going to marry her true love and she cannot, on the
surface, think of anything else. I think this needs caution. Bianca is a
she-male and a forced one at that. I've warned Victor that the past
relationship between Bianca, her past relationship with Joan the wife, is
unresolved. Bianca may have abandoned any hope of being male again and
may be fixated on Victor but, at some interior level, she is still
conflicted as to Joan.
I've made several suggestions, and based on Victor's decision, we can
move forward. But ignored, Bianca will rebel and her she-male
submissiveness will erode. I've turned a normal male into a quivering,
romantic she-male. Victor must turn her into a wife.
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