Miracle Sex Change Slut Part 8211 2
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This story is certainly a sissy fantasy scenario come true. I realize
that it's somewhat unrealistic, but a sissy can dream, can't she? My
personal dreams are bolstered by my new Jailbird chastity and the key
that I sent halfway across the country with the request that it not be
sent back to me for at least two months.
Anyway, I write this because I keep meeting men who claim to be Masters,
but who are so worried about offending me by going too far so they don't
push things hard enough. There's nothing more disconcerting than a timid
Master. Sometimes a sissy just needs to be treated like a slut. Not very
PC, I know, but it's true in my case nonetheless.
I write this story in dedication to my dream Master, who is out there
somewhere, still looking for a horny little sissy like me.
My Miracle Master
I came home from work, showered and put another Friday night ad on a
local dating website. T4M, Casual Encounters and a favorite picture of
my lipsticked mouth licking cum dribbling off of a cock from two years
ago.
"Submissive sissy wannabe looking for serious master who will make me
become the sissy slut of both of our fantasies," I wrote. "Claim me.
Collar me. Train me. Transform me. It's that simple. If you're a real
Master, I want to be your real sissy slut. Let me prove to you how real
I am."
I suppose that I could have written more about what I was really looking
for. I should have mentioned my love of being tied up for long periods
of time, or my newfound desire to experiment with hypno-training and
electrosex. And I neglected to mention that I'd just built a wooden box
with a hole in the end that would be perfect for a horny sissy looking
to be locked inside a glory hole for long hours at a time.
I didn't mention any of this because I'd lost faith in finding a man who
would actually make all of my dark desires come true. I live in a pretty
small town, so the odds of actually meeting a serious Master were slim
to none. There were plenty of Masters who were interested in my online
services, but they always seemed to live half way across the country.
I was hoping for somebody who lived within driving distance. After so
many nights of frustration, I was hoping for a miracle.
The gods smiled down on me and my miracle Master responded to my ad just
after I'd gone to bed for the evening. I happened to check my phone
around 2am and was immediately jolted wide-awake by what I read.
"Hello slut," the email read. "I've seen your various ads before, but
didn't have the time to 'train and transform' another sissy until now.
You are in luck as my previous sissy has just been boxed up and sold off
to a new Master in Paraguay and so I have the time and the ability to
turn you into the cock slut you want to be."
"This is no joke, and I'm not just some horny guy looking for a quick
blowjob while the wife's away. I demand a sissy who will serve at my
beck and call. I will turn you into a slut to craves cock and is willing
to do anything to please her Master and his friends. Even if that means
publically being humiliated in front of your friends, family and
coworkers. In fact, you can count on that happening as we move forward."
"You can expect body modification, everything from hormones to corset-
training to eventual surgical options. I will train you through daily
exercises and longer sessions on the weekends with a never-ending parade
of cum-filled cocks. I have some kinky methods that will make you into a
perfectly obedient little slut, at home or in public. Trust me, I know
how to break and then rebuild a sissy to my specifications."
"I demand obedience and once we begin, there will be no turning back. I
will cage your sissy clitty so that you're desperate to please me lest I
throw away the key and leave you trapped in life-long chastity. I will
also take lots of incriminating photos that will end up being sent to
your boss, friends and family if you don't do as you're told."
"So now we find out if you're serious or just a fake. If you truly want
to become a sissy slut, respond to this email with the only words 'Yes,
Sir' and your address. Then go unlock your front door and wait naked,
kneeling and blindfolded for your Master to arrive. If you have any way
of tying yourself up, do so and wait for me. One last instruction, write
the word 'sissy' on a piece of tape and put it on your doorknob so that
I know I'm at the right place. I will expect your immediate response. If
you're a fake, then tell me so and don't waste my time."
Wow. I wasn't sleepy any more, and while I wasn't sure if this was an
email from a real Master or just another guy looking for a bowjob, my
cock certainly believed that what he said was true. I was rock hard and
so horny that I immediately sent the reply message and practically ran
to unlock my front door.
I had a roll of pink duct tape that I like to use for my sissy self-
bondage sessions, so I used it to leave a "sissy slut inside" message on
the doorknob. Feeling inspired, I wrapped my cock and balls up in the
tape, knowing full well that ripping it off would mean ripping the hair
from my balls. It would hurt. I wanted it to hurt.
I was still horny so I strapped my knees and ankles together with the
tape. The roll was nearly spent, but I had just enough to fashion a
piece into a blindfold, use a bit more to seal my lips closed and
finished things off by taping my wrists together. This last bit was
messy, but I took solace in thinking that I'd soon have somebody who
would do this last piece of bondage for me and thus ensure that I
wouldn't be able to get free. I shuddered with anticipation thinking
about spending hours on end, trussed up tightly and waiting for Master
to come over and use me for his pleasure. That was the man I'd been
searching for all these years. I was desperate to find him. I'd given up
hope, but it was suddenly rekindled and I was determined to do whatever
it took to prove to this man that I was serious about becoming his
perfect sissy slut.
I rolled over toward the door to wait. There was a light wind that
night, and I practically jumped every time a tree branch brushed against
the side of my house. I heard Master arrive a hundred times that night,
but each time it was only in my head.
Sometime around 4am I drifted into sleep, still tightly wrapped up in my
tape bondage and desperately horny. I loved the sensation.
I woke with a sense of disappointment and a throbbing cock the next
morning. I was exhausted, but definitely still horny. My cock only went
down when I started removing the duct tape that covered my body. As I
had suspected (perhaps as I had even wanted) the tape left my balls
mostly hairless. I'd also lost a lot of my leg hair. As I made my way to
the shower, I decided to finish the job. I denuded my legs, chest and
balls. I even did my arms and armpits, thinking that I could wear long-
sleeve shirts now that summer was ending.
I ran my hands up and down my completely shaved body, checking for even
the slightest bit of stubble. I laughed when I found out that I'd
forgotten to shave my face.
By this time my cock had forgotten about the pain of being wrapped up in
duct tape and sprang back to life. I started stroking myself while
thinking about what might have happened if my miracle Master had shown
up.
"He was going to lock my cock up," I said to myself as I stroked. "He
was going to make me into the perfect sissy slut. Videotape me sucking
off one guy after another. Tie me up and force me to service hundreds of
men.
Hypnotize me. Give me huge breast implants, whore me out on the
streets."
I would have cum then and there if I hadn't been startled out of my
impending orgasm by a deep voice directly behind me.
"I'm still going to do all of that and more, slut."
I started to turn, but a strong hand took me by the hair and pushed me
to the shower. "Clean yourself up, slut, then crawl to meet me in the
living room. Don't keep me waiting." He reached past me and turned on
the shower. He didn't turn on the hot tap at all. "Don't change the
temperature," he said as I pushed me into the shower.
I took the fastest shower of my life. Needless to say, the cold water
shrunk my cock down to prepubescent level. I quickly toweled myself dry
then dropped to my knees and crawled to the living room. I didn't have a
blindfold, so I kept my eyes closed.
I heard a chuckle when I bumped into the coffee table. "Okay, lets see
what we have here." Master got off the couch and circled me, as if he
was evaluating livestock at the state fair. He ran his hands up and down
my body, only commenting when he found a spot that I'd missed when
shaving.
Punishment came immediately. There was a crack of his hand slapping into
my ass and I cried out in pain. "Sluts are to be completely shaved at
all times. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," I cried out.
"Good. Stand up and keep your eyes closed."
I did so; prodded on by the fact that Master was lifting me to my feet
by pulling on my balls. "Hands behind your head," he ordered and I did
so.
I felt a mask being fitted over my eyes.
Master stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I was literally
shaking in anticipation. I cried out in fear when he finally reached out
to pinch my nipple. Another crack and he slapped my roughly across the
face with a curt "Shut up." He pulled and twisted my nipples, almost as
if it was a test to see if he could make me cry out again. "We're going
to pierce these," he commented as he roughly grabbed my jaw and the
stuck one, two, three and four fingers inside my mouth. "Suck," he
commanded.
I did so, bobbing my head up and down on his fingers. Master seemed
intent on shoving his whole fist down my throat, but my jaw wouldn't
open wide enough. After a while, he simply gave up with a dismissive
"We'll work on that."
I heard deep breathing, and honestly couldn't tell if it was coming from
Master or from me. My cock was rock hard once again and it started
twitching when Master grabbed it with painfully calloused hands. I
thought that he was going to jerk me off, but he pinched just behind me
head and bent my cock back toward my ass.
"Bend over," he said as his second hand found my ass. "This is nice and
tight," he noted as a finger snaked inside my hole. "Have you ever been
fucked before, slut." "Yes, sir," I admitted, but not for a while. He
chuckled. "That's gonna change."
There was the clinking of metal and a command of "Hands behind your
back." I was quickly handcuffed and pushed over the back of my couch.
"I'm going to fuck you now. Usually, I'd have you suck me first, but I'm
horny and that sissy pussy of yours is calling out my name." He spat
twice on my asshole and I felt his cock start to push into me.
"This might hurt, but not for me." He laughed. I would come to both love
and fear that laugh.
"While I fuck you, I'm going to ask you some questions. Your answers
will be only in the form of 'This sissy slut says yes, sir' or 'This
sissy slut says no, sir.' Is that understood?"
I started to say, "Yes," but caught myself in time to say, "This sissy
slut says yes, sir."
"Good," he said as he thrust his cock into me. I felt like I was being
split in two. I lost my balance and collapsed against the couch.
There was that chuckle again.
He slowly plunged into me, going in and out and he asked me the
questions that would seal my fate.
"Have you ever served a Master before?"
"This sissy says no, sir."
"Have you always wanted to be a sissy?"
"This sissy says yes, sir."
"All this tape on the floor, did you tie yourself up with it last
night?"
"This sissy says yes, sir."
"Did you sleep in the tape?"
"This sissy says yes, sir."
"Good slut. Do you own any other bondage gear?"
"This sissy says yes, sir."
"Explain."
It wasn't a yes or no answer. I guessed as to my response. "This sissy
says I have lots of rope, some leather straps and other toys in my
bedroom."
"How often do you tie yourself up?"
"This sissy says every weekend, sir."
The questioning went on for quite some time. Master asked me about how
many men had fucked me. He asked me about my cocksucking skills ("This
sissy says needs a lot of work, sir.") I answered all of his questions
while he slowly plowed me from behind.
My cock would have been hard, but Master kept wrenching it back so that
it was too painful to become fully erect. But I was too horny to be
denied.
I started to twitch. Master pinched down on my cockhead, but I was past
the point of no return. I came, squirting past Master's fingers and onto
the back of the couch.
"Lick it up," Master commanded and roughly shoved my face down into the
globules of cum. I tried to do so, but he was pounding into me so
ferociously by this time that I couldn't get my mouth into the right
position. I tasted blood and realized that Master had fucked me so hard
into the back of the couch that I had a bloody nose. Master didn't care,
and he didn't slow down. He pounded into me while I struggled to stay
upright.
I felt his body tense up and then something warm filled my hole. I knew
what it was. Master had just bred me. I know that I should have been
worried about safe sex and all that, but in my post-fucking haze, I just
didn't care about any of that. Master had bred me and I was his. It was
a wonderful feeling and I melted to his will.
He threw me to the ground and then bent over and pushed his cock into my
mouth. "Clean me," he ordered." I recoiled at the taste of my ass on his
cock, but Master didn't care. "Clean me," he reiterated and I pushed
past my repulsion and started licking up the mess. Master scooped my cum
off of the couch and fed it to me. I swallowed it down like a good slut.
And then the assault was over. Master went to the bathroom to clean up
while I writhed, still-handcuffed and trying to catch my breath down on
the ground. I felt a warm washcloth on my face as Master cleaned the
blood off my face. He was almost loving as he lifted me off the ground
and removed the blindfold.
Almost loving, except that he dragged me up by my balls.
I blinked in the light, my eyes struggling to focus on Master. He was a
bit older, but in great shape. He had dark, coarse hair and a close-
cropped mustache. Most importantly, he had dark eyes that pierced into
my soul. I couldn't hold his gaze and dropped my eyes.
Once again, he chuckled. "So that's just a preview," he said. "Things
will get much more intense in the future. I'm going to lock this
chastity on you, and once a week, I will remove it so you can clean and
shave. If you've been a good gurl, I might let you cum. I might not,
depending on how I'm feeling that week."
"You'll have certain goals each week," he continued. I think we'll start
with sucking ten cocks, 15 minutes a day practicing cocksucking on the
webcam and losing five pounds--we've got to get you down to sissy weight.
Just know that it will be eleven cocks, twenty minutes practice and
another five pounds next week, plus whatever else I might add. If you
don't meet your sissy goals, I'll lock you back up in your chastity for
another week. Pretty soon it will be almost impossible to meet your
sissy goals. Then you'll come to me one day and beg to have me chop off
your balls, just to end your frustration."
He chuckled darkly. "And I will. I have six pairs of sissy balls already
on my shelf. I plan to have yours by Christmas."
There was a long patch of silence, then another laugh, and a reminder to
"Breathe, sissy."
Master dug around in his backpack and pulled out a plastic ring and a
penis-shaped cage. He threw them over to me. "This is a CB chastity.
It's just temporary until I can get you pierced and fitted for something
more permanent. Either way, you will be in chastity from this day
forward, and the only time you'll be allowed to cum is when you've been
a good gurl and even then you'll have a cock lodged down your throat or
up your sissy ass."
"I know that this sounds like a lot, so I'm giving you this opportunity
to back out. Remember, you said that this is what you wanted. If you
lock this chastity on, I will know that you're serious and there will be
no turning back. You will be pantied and body-shaved from this day
forward.
You will go to work wearing a butt plug, and I will text you and demand
proof that you're doing what you're told."
He got up a went into my computer room, telling me to follow with the
command of "Come." I crawled after him and tried not to freak out as I
watched him dig around in my computer address book and make notes on a
pad of paper he took from my printer.
He never missed a beat. "You'll need to keep your job, cause all your
sissy clothes and hormones are expensive. And we'll be starting you on
hormones by the end of this week. I think Premarine, Spiro and Andro for
starters, but I'll set you up with a doctor's appointment. He's a friend
of mine. Your insurance will probably cover it, but you'll be sucking
his cock as a way to thank him for turning you into a woman."
"He's not the only one. I have friends all over this town. Steve loves
piercing and tattooing up all my little sissies-in-training. Jamison is
a plastic surgeon. He'll be doing your tits. Donna works as an
electrolysist; she's actually one of my former sissies. She'll make sure
that your sissy-smooth from now on."
"And then there's Sergei and Tyrone. They're friends of mine who just
love breaking in a new slut. You'll like them. Their cocks are huge and
they're always horny. They will probably want to fuck you at least once
every day for the first week or so. You will treat them as if they were
me. If you ask them nicely, they might just take you on a road trip or
two to play with their friends."
Another laugh, and this one sent shudders down my spine.
"So if you lock this chastity on, it marks the start of your new life as
a sissy slut. No turning back. You will spend your days as a sissy. You
will practice until you become the perfect sissy slut. I will make sure
that you get lots of practice. A sissy shouldn't go a single day without
sucking or being fucked by a man. My sissies might not go an hour
without getting down on hur knees."
I heard the ping of my webcam being turned on. Master pointed the camera
in my direction and started typing into my Yahoo IM account. I heard the
sound of new contacts joining the conversation as he continued.
"I think we'll mount an eleven inch dildo on that wall and another over
there. Your job will be to doll up every day after work, turn on your
webcam and start sucking on that cock while riding the other one. Back
and forth while strangers watch you on camera. It takes practice to
become a good sissy. Like I said, you'll get plenty of practice.
Eventually, I'll have you tied down tight with two fucking machines
plowing you from both ends. You'll learn to take it all in, and love
every moment."
There was a pause, followed by a cry of triumphant discovery. "Ha. You
work for David Pruitt. He's a friend of mine. Real kinky bastard. He
always wanted to have me train a sissy slut to be his secretary. Maybe
you won't have to quit your job after all."
Another laugh. Another shudder.
"Like I said," Mater continued, "lock that chastity in place and your
life changes today. You will spend your days on your knees, swallowing
gallons of cum. I will make you into the best cocksucker in the city and
then send you out on tour. We will record everything and make you your
own sissy slut website. We'll use the money from the website to pay for
your breast implants and other toys."
"You're a bit older, so I don't know if I'll ever be able to sell you,
but eventually I will give you to another Master. Maybe Pruitt. I only
keep a sissy for a year until she's fully trained, then I start looking
for the next one. I bet Pruitt would buy you from me."
I heard Master punch a number into his phone. After a pause, "Hey,
David. Give me a call. I think I have a sissy that you can help me
train.
This one will make your dreams come true."
I gasped in disbelief. "Oh, did you think I was joking," Master laughed
as he hung up. He came over and unlocked the handcuffs. He helped me to
my knees.
"So there it is," he said. "I don't fuck around. You want to be a sissy
slut? You've got it with me. I will make all of your dreams come true.
And some of your nightmares. Put that chastity on and we start today.
The whole deal. Body modification, non-stop sissy training. Lots of
frustration, I think you'll love it. I know that I will."
"So what will it be, little sissy? Do you have the balls to do this? If
you do, I will cut them off soon enough. Lock yourself up and we'll
start your training today."
I took a deep breath. Did I have the guts to do this? I've met a few men
who liked to play at being a master, but this was obviously very real.
Maybe it was too real. My life as I knew it would be over, but the life
I'd always wanted would just be starting. Could I do it? I took another
deep breath. I closed my eyes and summoned up some strength. "Excuse me,
Sir," I say with a voice that's cracking with nervousness. I got up and
went to the kitchen. Taking some ice cubes from the freezer, I started
running them up and down my cock, trying to get it to shrink down. It
takes a while, but I eventually shrivel down to a more appropriate sissy
size. Master doesn't say anything.
I push my balls through the plastic ring. I can tell it's a size too big
and I tell Master, "Please may I have a smaller size. I think I could
slip out of this one." He nods in approval.
The cage comes next. My cock is swelling back up, making it difficult to
get the cage lined up with the pins. I forced it and my sissy clitty is
quickly trapped. Perhaps it will be locked away forever. I actually hope
so. I think to myself that I might be begging to be castrated by
Thanksgiving.
Master stands and comes over to me. He is holding a padlock. He smiles
and hands it to me. The CLICK sound is deafening as I lock myself up and
give myself over to Master.
"Good gurl," he says and unzips his fly. His cock is rock hard and
shoved down my throat in seconds. I am gagging, but doing my best to be
the perfect sissy slut. I relax and start bobbing up and down on
Master's cock. It's a miracle, but after all these years, my sissy dream
has come true.
Somewhere off in the distance, I hear Master's phone ring. "David," he
answers, never stopping to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. "It's
your lucky day. I just caged a new sissy, and it turns out she already
works for you. Works in your marketing department. Might be time to
transfer hur ass. You may get your own sissy slut secretary after all."
Master laughs. I shudder, but never stop sucking. It's not long before
warm cum is coursing down my throat, and I start wondering what Mr.
Pruitt's cock will taste like. I know deep down that I will probably
find out Monday at work.
Maybe, I hope, even sooner.
Geraldine
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