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Cassia IV By: Ryker As time went by, I'm not sure how long, but it was several more months, the changes to my body were slowing down. My breasts were a large D-cup or maybe a small DD, and my penis and testicles only shrunk a little more. It was still hard to accept it. Miss Cassia said her treatment was nearly complete, and I was nearing the final stages. Unfortunately, I was still settling into my new emotions, and it was still very hard to handle. I cried often, sometimes for no apparent reason, and couldn't help myself from begging Miss Cassia for her attention. Miss Cassia explained that the therapy was causing my body to rapidly produce excessive hormones to deal with the genetic changes. I craved sucking her cock, as well. I especially craved the privilege to cum, but even just having her touch me or fuck me was enough sometimes. Often, she happily obliged me and congratulated me for becoming the perfect little sissy lover she had always wanted. She frequently told me I was the best, most devoted lover she ever had. Of course, I had to reply that she was the best mistress I could ever have. Technically, I suppose it was true from a circumstantial point of view. And truthfully, I found I did genuinely come to care for her. I suppose that's impossible to avoid given my constant "devotion" to her, and she was kind to me most of the time. Did I even love her in some sick, twisted way? I sometimes wondered uncertainly. Did she love me in some twisted way? But, she was still a volatile, sociopathic bitch somewhere in her head, and sometimes my pleas were met with stern scolding and a harsh spanking or ass-raping for annoying her, or a few days in my gag. Yes, I still had to endure a violent ass-raping from time to time, sometimes for no fault of my own, at least none that I could fathom. A few times, she even apologized for hurting me afterwards. I also still had to wear my bondages devices, my collar, cuffs, chastity belt, and vibrator, and it became apparent that I was never going to get rid of them. Miss Cassia just loved seeing me in them too much. To be honest, I would have jerked off several times if I wasn't always locked in my chastity belt, but part of that was because of the vibrator constantly buzzing in my ass. Oh, I hated that fucking vibrator more than ever. I begged for it to be removed more than once, but I never escaped something worse each time. Miss Cassia happily remarked, "OK, but that means something else goes in," before shoving Mistress Donna's dildo into me or brutally raping my ass until I was begging for the vibrator. The most disturbing thing to me of all was that my body even accepted the touch of men that Miss Cassia brought home, or Dr. Morgan and Mistress Donna's slaves when they weren't too rough with me. I couldn't help myself from begging them to fuck me and fondle me and let me suck their cocks, but I always hated myself when it was over and I calmed down. I cried silently to myself trying to hide my shame from Miss Cassia, but I think she knew. I was sent to Mistress Donna's dungeon about once a month for a few hours to refresh my "submission skills." If I was good, Miss Cassia would remind the attendant to be gentle with me when dropping me off. Those session were almost bearable, and I wasn't harshly whipped unless I had trouble grasping the education I was given. Of course, if Mistress Donna was the instructor, she often contrived failures for me. One time she went too far, and I heard Miss Cassia arguing with her through a closed door. I couldn't help feel a bit of pride that my mistress stood up for me. However, if Miss Cassia was annoyed with me preceding my visit, I would be whipped with no protection from her. She would "apologize" when picking me up, saying things like, "Oh I'm sorry, sissy. I guess I forgot to remind them not to hurt you. I must have been distracted, thinking about when you were daydreaming while you were supposed to be rubbing my feet a few weeks ago." I wasn't allowed to mention it again without getting my ass reamed, literally. Dr. Morgan still came by occasionally to work with Miss Cassia. A few times he would have me suck his cock or fuck me while taking a break or waiting for Miss Cassia. When he found out about my increased sexual urges, he wasted no time humiliating me. He fondled my body until I was gasping and moaning for more. When he stopped, I couldn't help but to blurt out, "Please, don't stop." Then he slapped me hard on my ass, and warned me, "I didn't give you permission to speak, sissy bitch." He pushed me to my knees and pulled out his tremendous cock. I was so turned on that I was whimpering, holding back the urge to beg for him. Finally, he chuckled and said, "Tell me what you want, slut." "Oh please, sir, let me suck your magnificent cock! I need it. I need to taste you in my mouth. Please, sir!" I wasn't lying. I just couldn't help myself. He laughed at me and pulled me onto his cock. I hungrily sucked and massaged his cock until he started to cum inside me, but of course, I couldn't contain it all, and it dribbled onto my chin and breasts. "Thank you, sir, for letting me taste your delicious cum." He just laughed at me again, zipped up his pants, and started walking off. I resisted the urge to call after him to come back and keep feeling me up or letting me suck his cock some more. When I settled down and resumed my duties, I was deeply ashamed for my final thoughts as he walked away more than anything else. Miss Cassia took me back to the BDSM club a few more times, though the location was changed. She often put me in situations where I had to pleasure other men with my mouth or ass, or I had to lick a woman's pussy. Usually, my body was stimulated until I would cum in front of a small audience, too. One time, Miss Cassia brought me to the dance floor and rubbed herself against me until I was begging her to let me cum. Instead, I was brought up on the stage along the wall and surrounded by several men. I was so turned on, I begged for them, too. I sucked and stroked their cocks while getting fucked from behind until they all stood around me and blew their loads all over me. ---- After that incident, I started getting a little reputation at the club, and we stopped going. Miss Cassia was concerned the attention could attract some unwanted interest and expose her. She seemed a bit disappointed about it until about a week later she announced that we were going to a party. Miss Cassia dressed in an extremely fancy sapphire evening gown. She was so gorgeous my draw dropped, and I told her, "Wow, you look gorgeous!" She smiled at me and closed my mouth and didn't even comment that I forgot to properly address her. I was dressed in a small, provocative red dress that still had a little measure of class. As we left, my arms were bound behind my back, and I began to get an idea what kind of party this might be. We rolled up to a large mansion along a secluded drive. Several cars were parked along the main drive near the front entrance. We didn't even need to knock; the front door swung open when we approached. A butler ushered us in, bowing to Miss Cassia and eyeing me over. He was dressed in a tuxedo, but with no shirt or jacket, his vest leaving his shoulders and arms exposed. He led us through a few hallways into a large room filled with party guests before bowing again and leaving. Many of the guests were dressed in semi-formal evening wear, but several were dressed like me or even in full leather. There were a few girls and a guy completely naked. Dr. Morgan was there with another sissy. She was a little bigger than me and dressed in a rigid red corset and leather straps and garters. Her hands were locked behind her back, and she had a ball gag in her mouth, but her cock was free. She made a less convincing woman than me, but her tits were bigger. In the center of the room I noticed a few bondage devices set up. A woman was currently locked into one that forced her to straddled in a kneeling position with her arms bent up high behind her back. She was surrounded by a small crowd groping her and teasing her, while the device fucked her. Another woman was bound and being whipped while a crowd cheered on. Scattered around the room, several guests lounged in chairs while slaves pleasured them in various ways. Along the back wall sat a large, heavy man dressed in extravagant attire being attended by three slave girls. Two beautiful women stood beside his chair in exquisite full length gowns. Miss Cassia began mingling with the other guests while I followed her around. Thankfully, I was largely ignored, except for a few guests who admired and groped me after greeting Miss Cassia. When Dr. Morgan approached us, I sighed under my breath. He greeted Miss Cassia with a kiss and mauled my breast for a moment. They talked for a few minutes before their discussion turned to their work, and Dr. Morgan lightly grabbed her arm to lead her away. When I started to follow, she told me, "Stay here, sweetheart, and wait for me. Stay on your knees with your head bowed. If another guest wants to use you, do whatever they ask. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" I was filled with dread, but after a short hesitation, answered, "Yes, Miss Cassia." When I went to my knees, I noticed Dr. Morgan's sissy already on hers with her head down. Several men and a few women came over to examine us while we knelt there. Two men ordered me to suck their cocks, and a woman had me lick her pussy while I waited for Miss Cassia to come back. When one of the men asked me my name, I didn't know how to answer. Miss Cassia would surely not want me to answer with my real name, and she never gave me another one. She always called me "sweetheart" or "sissy." When I saw him starting to get impatient, waiting for an answer, I simply said, "I am Miss Cassia's sissy, sir." Fortunately, Miss Cassia wasn't too long and came back to me. She helped me to my feet as she mingled some more. A little later, one of the men who's cock I sucked came over and started whispering to Miss Cassia. She seemed hesitant, but the man pressed on, and finally she nodded. He smiled at me before taking my arm and leading me away from my mistress. I looked back at her imploringly, but she simply smiled at me and blew me a kiss. The man led me to the center of the room and had me kneel down for everyone to see. He put a gag in my mouth, called a spider gag, that forced my mouth to stay open wide. He bent down, groping my breasts and torso until some other guests surrounded me. They started groping me as well, all over my body. Soon my dress was ripped off of me as I was heavily groped and prodded. Some of the guests were rough with me, and I was scared, which were the only things keeping me from begging to cum. Then a man pressed his cock up against my lips and entered my mouth. I did my best to suck him off with my tongue and throat, since my lips were spread wide, until he came, and he was quickly replaced by another. I must have sucked over half a dozen cocks this way and licked three or four pussies and asses while I knelt there, but it was hard to concentrate with all the guests manhandling me, and my jaw ached. By the time it was done I was thoroughly drained, sore, and covered in cum. I received a resounding cheer from the crowd, and more than a few guests complimented me on my performance "for a novice." A man slapped me and asked me if I was grateful for being allowed to pleasure so many masters and mistresses after removing the dreadful gag. I responded, meekly, "Yes, sir, thank you everyone for letting me pleasure you." He slapped me again and said, "I don't think they heard you." I worked my jaw and repeated my reply so everyone in the room could hear. When Miss Cassia came to retrieve me, she was cheered as well. It took all my resistance not to leap into her arms, but I knew that would not be appropriate in this situation, especially in front of this kind of crowd. When she led me away to a corner of the room, I couldn't stop myself from moving close to her so I feel her near me. She grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "You did great, sweetheart. They loved you." I merely nodded, and wiped away some forming tears. I was now completely naked except for my bondage devices, having my dress ripped away from me. I felt deep shame for what I was forced to do in front of so many people, and now they would see me exposed for the rest of the night. As the night progressed, several slaves were brought out before the crowd to entertain them with displays of servitude and physical punishment. The crowd cheered and laughed for each one. Cassia watched with fascination and played with my body when slaves were bound lightly, humiliated, or made to fuck and suck the honored guests, but she grew disinterested and chatted with other guests when it turned to heavy bondage play and corporal punishment. I sent a silent prayer in my mind that she was not into that sort of stuff. Dr. Morgan brought his sissy slave out and suspended her from hooks in the ceiling while she was fucked and slapped by several guests. After a while a giant feast was served in an adjacent room. A full staff of the house slaves served the guests while the guest slaves, including me, were forced to kneel along the back wall. The heavy man I saw earlier sat at the head of the table, and I learned he was the owner of the mansion, Lord Yeliashkev. When most of the guests finished eating, some of the slaves were brought to the table to eat up the scraps or wallow in the leftover food. Fortunately, Miss Cassia fed me some of the food, but I was spared the humiliation acts. After the meal, we were ushered back into the main room for the close of the evening. Several of the slaves were selected by Lord Yeliashkev to kneel before him in his "throne." I was one of them with several natural women and one other pretty sissy. I was scared, but Miss Cassia encouraged me to go and act properly. Lord Yeliashkev selected one of the girls to go up to him, and he fondled her, probing and poking her all over her body and shoving his fingers up her pussy. She looked to be enjoying it, but he was starting to get rough. Then he pushed her to her knees, and she pulled out his cock. As she started to stroke and lick him, he selected another girl to come up. He groped her while the other girl sucked his cock. Then another girl was selected. Two of them were all over him showering him with kisses while the first continued to suck him off. He encouraged the two girls to make out as well. When he was tired of them he pushed them to the side and pointed at me and the other sissy. He told us in a thick accent, "Share my cock, sissies." We went to our knees and started sucking and licking his balls and cock while he groped us. The crowd started chanting, "Two sissies! Two sissies!" We sucked him for a while, and his hands got rough with us. Then he grabbed me and pulled me up onto his lab. He squeezed and groped my breasts roughly for a few minutes and then planted me on his cock. Like the rest of him, his cock was fat, but not nearly as big as Dr. Morgan. I managed to take him into me with a small grimace. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me up and down his shaft as the other sissy continued sucking his balls. I was so ashamed of being fucked so publicly in front of all these people, bouncing on this man's lap with my breasts flopping up and down for everyone to see. I was sure my face was bright red. Finally, he grew bored with us and shoved us aside, ordering a very pretty slave girl up from the line. I waited there with the discarded slaves until he went through the line. When the last girl was brought up, we were all ordered to surround him and tend to him at the same time, sharing his cock and kissing him all over. There must have been almost a dozen slaves pleasuring this one man. He was sweaty and gross, but I knew I had to take get in there. He grabbed my breast several times as I kissed and rubbed his sweaty, fleshy thigh. Finally, he orgasmed, and we were finished. Then the guests descended on us, roughly fondling us and fucking us and shoving their genitals in our faces. I don't know how many cocks I sucked or how many men and women fucked me while countless hands mauled me all over, over and over again. When it was done, I was left exhausted and lying in a puddle of sweat and jism on the floor. Most of the other slaves were in the same condition. I had no sense of time, but I must have been there a minute or two before Miss Cassia came to help me to my feet. I was so drained, she was having trouble with me until Dr. Morgan came over and easily plopped me onto my feet. I was delirious and mostly incoherent, but I distantly heard Miss Cassia complimenting me and guiding me from the room. I started to come back to myself as I was washed along with the other slaves by the house staff, and then given back to Miss Cassia. I still had no clothes. She ignored me for a bit, talking and laughing with some other guests, until we were approached by one of Lord Yeliashkev 's personal slaves. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her overly extravagant gown made Miss Cassia's almost look ordinary. It shimmered and was adorned with fine jewels and embroidery that accentuated her ample bosom. The skirt was slit all the way up her leg. Her beauty and elegance instantly intimidated me and most of the other guests, and she graciously smiled upon us as if looking down on us, but Miss Cassia seemed perfectly at ease and smiled back at her. That comforted me. She silently bade us to follow her and led us to Lord Yeliashkev, the crowd parting for her as she sensuously glided across the floor. Lord Yeliashkev laughed merrily when Miss Cassia nodded deeply to him and said, "It is an honor, Lord Yeliashkev. It has been a long time." It was the most respect I have ever seen Miss Cassia offer to anyone. The slave girl instructed me to kneel before the lord. Her voice was so regal and melodic that it mesmerized me. I found myself on the floor with my head bowed before even thinking about it. "Ahh, Mistress Cassia?" he asked. From the corner of my eye, I noticed the slave girl nod to him, and he continued, "You must tell me where you found this lovely sissy." "Well," Miss Cassia began, "I didn't really. I made her, but I cannot talk about that here. In private another time, please." "I see." He sounded disappointed. "Perhaps you would be willing to sell her? Galina here tells me I fund you a sizable grant." He was hard to understand in his thick accent, but I could swear he was trying to pressure Miss Cassia. I held my breath, hoping she wouldn't consent to his demand. Lord Yeliashkev's presence was formidable, and he seemed to hold a claim over Miss Cassia. "I'm afraid she is not finished, lord. Perhaps when her treatment is complete we can negotiate." Cassia's tone made it certain she was not in favor of such a deal. A tear rolled down my cheek. My mistress was strong and protected me. Then Galina ordered to me, "Rise. Keep your head bowed until you leave his presence." We were escorted from the room where Galina told Miss Cassia, "The lord will contact you shortly." She turned and left before waiting for a reply. Miss Cassia rushed us out the door, and it was clear she was not in a good mood. She drove furiously through the streets back home. Part of me was angry with her for letting so many people abuse me, and a bigger part of me was grateful to her for protecting me from Lord Yeliashkev, but most of all I was scared of what her sour mood might indicate for my future. I knew speaking to her in this mood could be dangerous, but I couldn't keep silent any longer. "Miss Cassia?" I asked, timidly. She seemed distracted, but after a few seconds, asked with a sigh, "What is it, sweetheart?" "Would you really sell me to Lord Yellowshk...?" I couldn't remember how to pronounce his name. "I don't want to, sweetheart, but as you heard, much of my research is only possible because of Yellowshit's generosity, the fat fuck!" she said, purposely butchering his name in the same fashion as me, and then some. "I might not have a choice." Tears instantly welled in my eyes at the thought. "Please, Miss Cassia, I don't want to leave you. I need to be your sissy," I begged her softly. "You protect me. I love you." She slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt. If she hadn't thought to fasten my seatbelt, I would have eaten the dash. I was still in shock when I felt her eyes on me, penetrating me. I was vaguely aware of her heavy breathing, but by the time I had the wits to turn to her, she was focusing hard on the road again. She took off, burning rubber on the street behind us. "None of that, now." She told me, curtly. "Shut up now, sissy." I continued to fret over the "fat fuck's" words, and Miss Cassia's uneasiness even more so, all the way home. When we got home, it was late, and Miss Cassia ordered me to get ready for bed, unlocking my handcuffs. After washing up and putting on my lingerie, I was on my way up the stairs when I heard the sound of the bags in her gym being beaten - hard and repeatedly. I thought to go in and see to her, but I was already ordered to get ready for bed, and I didn't want to end up taking the place of the bags. She came into the bedroom studying her tablet. When she settled onto the bed, I moved to her, preparing to pleasure her, but she stopped me. "Not tonight, sweetheart. Just go to sleep." She was still tense. I thought about offering to rub her shoulders, but she was clearly focused on her tablet, and I didn't want to push her mood too far. So I just settled into the bed beside her and brought my hands up to the bedpost to lock them in place. I couldn't sleep, but pretended to so she wouldn't be angry with me. I ran through the end of the night in my mind several times. I honestly didn't know if what I said to her in the car was true. I only knew I needed to say whatever I could to keep her holding on to me. Miss Cassia usually treated me kindly when I behaved well. And though her punishments were severe, she only punished me when I deserved it. The same certainly couldn't could be said for Mistress Donna or even Dr. Morgan. Likely not for Lord What's-his-name either, or anyone else in my life now for that matter. Sometime later, I could feel her eyes on me, watching me. I don't know how I knew, but I did. I didn't dare open my eyes to be sure, though. I was still awake when she turned off the light and pushed up against me. I think we were both awake long into the night. ---- Two days later when we were sitting at the table eating dinner - some time ago Miss cassia requested that I eat with her and share her company after serving the meals - I worked up the nerve to ask her a question. "Miss Cassia?" I asked. Though Miss Cassia didn't require it when I was being treated as her lover and not her maid, it was always wise to ask for her attention before making a request. I only had to prostrate myself on the floor as Mistress Donna taught me while acting as her maid. "Yes, sweetheart?" she asked calmly. "Do I have a name , Miss Cassia?" "What do you mean?" The question obviously surprised her. "The other night at that party, one of the guests asked me my name. I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't tell him my name was Ryan, but you never gave me any other name." She thought about it for a moment. "I guess you never really needed one, and no, you should never tell anyone what your name was before. Don't use it ever again. To be honest, for the first eight weeks you were 'M4R6- 7IS44-A' to me." "I don't understand, Miss Cassia," I said. "It's the name of the formula for your treatment, sweetheart. I suppose it's close enough to Mellissa," she said. "Would you like it if I called you Mellissa?" "I suppose, Miss Cassia. I would like to have a name, and I know I can't use R... my real name anymore." "Your old name. It's not your real name anymore," she told me firmly. "Marisa. Your name will be Marisa. I like that, and it suits you." "Yes, Miss Cassia. I like that name, too." It actually sounded a bit too girly to me, but I honestly had to ask myself, was there really anything masculine left to me? Certainly not the shriveled thing between my legs. It was almost half the size it used to be, and it was always locked away from me, anyway. It belonged to my Miss Cassia now. She took away all that I was before and gave me all that I had become. I was a feminine sissy lover to my mistress. The realization hit me like truck. Given a name that defined me, even if it really wasn't who I thought I wanted to be, felt so good. It was like I finally knew who I was, who Miss Cassia wanted me to be; not just what she wanted me to be. By the time my mind came back to reality, tears were streaming down my face, and Miss Cassia was looking at me confused, and maybe a little concerned. I got the feeling she had said something to me and obviously didn't receive a response. I got up from my chair and knelt at her feet and wrapped my arms around her in a great hug. "Thank you," I sobbed to her. Like the last time I surprised her with my vulnerable affection, it took her a few seconds to respond and return my hug, but it felt so comforting when she did. This time it was me who broke the embrace as a sudden, chilling thought came to me. "Miss Cassia? What about that lord's demand? Is he going to take me away from you?" I asked. I looked up at her with obvious fear in my eyes. Her expression changed from awkwardness to irritation in an instant. "Don't worry about that." She told me grimly. "I have an idea that should deter his interest in you. I don't want to hear any more about that, understand?" "Yes, Miss Cassia. Thank you... Thank you." I replied honestly. "Let's finish our meal, si...Marisa. I want to hit the gym before retiring tonight." ---- The next time Dr. Morgan visited Miss Cassia, I was spared his attention since she took him right into her study. I was cleaning a nearby room when I heard soft, muffled voices. At first it surprised me, but I soon realized they were coming from a vent in the wall. "...alright, John, but no scarring, physically or mentally." It sounded like Miss Cassia's voice. I faintly heard a man's chuckle. Dr. Morgan. I strained to hear better. He said something back, but I didn't make it out. "Thank you. It will be a big favor to me, but please behave yourself with her," Miss Cassia said. They were talking about me! This time, Dr. Morgan's laugh was loud and clear. "Alright, alright. This one means somethin' to you, doesn't she?" he asked her. "Of course!" she responded. "I've worked on this formula for years! Not to mention all the years before that helped me formulate the process." "Aww, no, girl. It's more than that this time. You really like this sissy," he said more than asked. No response from Miss Cassia. "Ahh." Dr. Morgan said. What happened? I wondered. "Do you love her?" he continued. I strained to hear the answer, a lump forming in my throat. "Don't be ridiculous!" she blurted out. My heart sank. Did I really care that much? Of course not! I told myself. "Cassia, this is me. I know you better than that," Dr. Morgan chided her. She said something I couldn't hear. Apparently, neither did Dr. Morgan. "Hmm?" he asked. "I said I don't know, John. I don't think so," Miss Cassia said loudly. She continued more softly but loud enough to hear, "I like her, alright. She excites me. She treats me well. She tries hard, and she really seems to care for me, not just pretending. None of them have done that before. No one has." She was rambling and stopped herself. "I do," he replied. Oh, who cares about you!? "That's different. You're a friend," she told him. "Your only friend. And don't even say that demented bitch's name to me!" Who? I wondered and had a feeling I knew. I heard Miss Cassia laugh a little at his heated remark. "You don't want anyone to take her away from you," Dr. Morgan mused. "What? Why?" She seemed confused, and then caught on. "What are you talking about?" she asked suspiciously, but it sounded like she already knew the answer. "I know about Lord Opulent's... request," he said with a concerned tone. "Oh, don't worry about him." She tried to sound unconcerned, maybe trying a little too hard. "This venture should sort that out, too." Her tone became excited as she went on to detail some new innovation for her research, and they started discussing medical things way over my head. I knew I dallied in this room too long and hurried away. Cassia had ways to watch me in the house, and I definitely did not want to be caught eavesdropping. I fretted over what I heard through the vent for the rest of the day. I fretted even more about coming clean with Miss Cassia about listening in. She would punish me, not only for spying, but because of what I heard. But if she found out about it on her own, I would be thrashed severely and likely earn a painful visit back to Mistress Donna. Would she find out? I didn't think so, but did I want to take that chance? She could tell I was distracted that night when I was trying to please her, and I almost earned a severe reprimand for my poor attention, but I managed to pull myself together and focus my loving attention on her. I still slept fitfully that night. We were sitting down for lunch the next day when she decided she had enough of my apprehension. "You have something on your mind, s... Marisa. I'm still getting used to that," she said with a brief smile. I looked up at her, but couldn't hold her gaze and dropped my eyes. "Yes," I said softly. "Well, what is it?" she said with a touch of annoyance, but I also noticed some concern there. I started to tell her, but then decided to get up and kneel at her chair first. I still couldn't look at her. "I have a confession to make, Miss Cassia." She just waited for me to continue. "The other day when Dr. Morgan came by, I was in the library cleaning, and I heard you talking through the vent. I'm sorry, Miss Cassia. I didn't mean to. Not at first, but..." "What did you hear, sissy?" she interrupted. "I heard you thank Dr. Morgan for a favor," I began. "Then I heard you tell him what I meant to you." I started to cry and babble, "I know I didn't have any right to hear that, Miss Cassia, and I should be punished. I know I should have left, but I nee... I mean, I wanted to hear so badly, I listened when I shouldn't have. I was weak." She reached down and lifted my chin until I was looking at her. She didn't seem very upset, and that eased me. She wiped my tears and said, "I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. Since you came forward and told me. But you are right. You will need to be punished for spying on me." I nodded, "Yes, Miss Cassia." "We'll deal with that later. It's not important now," she said and dropped my chin. My gaze fell again, and she seemed to be done, but I blurted, "It's true, you know. I do really care about you; not just pretending." She didn't say anything for a long time, and I didn't dare move. Finally, she said, "You used another word in the car last week." I nodded. "Look at me, Marisa," she said, pointedly using the name she had given me. When I looked up, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were focused on me hard, penetrating me. She was evaluating me the same way she had done so many times when examining the progress of my treatment. "Did you really mean it?" she asked evenly. I knew I couldn't lie to her when she did this. I tried once before, and she saw right through me. I was beaten so hard I ached for over a week. "Yes," I replied. Her eyes grew hard, and she knew there was more to it. I continued, "I was scared, and I wasn't thinking. I meant it at the time, but... I don't know if it's really true. Maybe. It's all so confusing." She still needed more. "Go on," she urged. "You are usually very caring with me and treat me good, and I really love pleasing you. Most of the time, I want to be with you. But..." I really didn't want to tell her what I was thinking then, but she would know if I didn't. "But... You scare me, Miss Cassia. Sometimes I'm afraid of you... that you will hurt me, and sometimes you put me in dangerous situations." I was sobbing by then and couldn't go on. I saw her focus fade and her face became strained. Her voice was such a mix of emotion I couldn't tell what she was thinking. "Listen to me, Marisa. I would never put you in a dangerous situation. I am always in control. Yeliashkev's advance was surprising, but I'm handling it. And you know I only discipline you when you deserve it; that I would never cause you any real harm, right?" I nodded. I didn't know what else to do or say. Suddenly, Miss Cassia's resolve broke, and she abruptly left me there. I didn't see her the rest of the day. She left the house and didn't come back until I was asleep. ---- The next day, Miss Cassia told me, wearily, "We've had far too much drama in this house lately. I'm taking you out. Some place fun." She dressed in a bright floral sundress, and had me dress in a sexy blue top and miniskirt, but it was much less provocative than any other outfit she ever had me wear. My high heels were replace by much shorter ones with maybe a two inch heel. Then she removed my collar and the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. "These will not be appropriate where we are going," she told me, "but remember, I will not put you in danger, and I am always in control." Her tone made it clear she was warning me as much as reassuring me. Then she removed my vibrator. "Thank you, Miss Cassia," I couldn't help telling her when it was finally out. She said nothing, but smiled at me. Miss Cassia drove us to a very posh, exclusive spa in the city where she was obviously known by the owner. They kissed on the cheek, and Miss Cassia introduced me by my new name, Marisa, before the staff took us through a few hallways to a private room in the back for the "special treatment." We were pampered with massages, oils, and some hot stones placed on our bodies. I was in heaven. After so many days working in Miss Cassia's house, being able to relax with such luxurious treatment took me a world away from my labors and troubles. "Now isn't this wonderful, Marisa? Normally I'd have to stay at home for treatment like this," Miss Cassia joked, playfully. Even being the butt of her joke, I felt so good that I cracked a small smile at her. We spent hours there. I was sure I didn't want to know how much Miss Cassia paid for that kind of treatment. When we left, I felt relaxed all over. I thanked Miss Cassia, giving her a giant hug before getting in her car, "Oh, thank you so much. I really needed that, Miss Cassia." "Shh, Marisa," she told me. "It's just Cassia today." We drove further into the city, and it was already getting toward late afternoon, and we were both hungry. Miss Cassia stopped at a very expensive looking French restaurant, giving her keys to the valet. She ordered for both of us, in French, including wine and dessert. It was certainly the finest meal I ever had. I genuinely enjoyed Miss Cassia's company, too. It just felt more relaxed than when we were at the dining table at home, and she was a beautiful, intelligent woman. She was really, really hard not to like when she wasn't going all psycho on me. When we got back in the car, I dared to ask, "Where are we going now, M... Cassia?" hoping the answer wouldn't be "home." She playfully looked at me and gave my hand a squeeze, "We are going to make ourselves pretty for tonight." She brought us to a beauty salon, again top of the line, where some stylists gave us makeovers including hair, makeup, and nails. Miss Cassia did all the talking for both of us, since I was clearly lost. The stylist seemed surprised by my permanent makeup, but she touched up some of the lines. I felt a little uneasy having my nails done, but I got over it quickly. To be honest, I stopped thinking of myself as a man a long time ago. It was just too upsetting to keep going on like that given what I was forced to become. Looking in the mirror and seeing a fairly pretty, painted face with smooth, feminine skin, long beautiful hair (I always had nice hair), and large breasts everyday didn?t help either. I really didn?t think of myself as a girl, but I certainly was more feminine than masculine. I decided that having my hair and nails and face done helped me be ?Marisa? ? whatever that really meant ? and felt a lot more comfortable after that. It was getting late when we got out of the salon, and Miss Cassia planted a big kiss on me, saying, ?You look great, sweetheart! I should have had this done a while ago.? She smiled widely at me as she took my hand and pulled me to the car. She drove downtown and parked the car near one of the hottest clubs around, The Fox. As always there was a line around the corner to get in. When I was a man, I could never get into this place. Miss Cassia just walked right up passed the line to the bouncer. I looked kind of pretty and hot in my outfit with my cleavage showing, and Miss Cassia was gorgeous, but I still wondered if it would be so easy. The bouncer looked at her and then me and seemed doubtful, but Miss Cassia moved up to him and whispered something in his ear. He turned to the side and said something I couldn?t hear into his com system. A few seconds later, he waved us passed. Cassia slipped a few bills to him as we were let in. Inside, was a short entryway that led to a lounge area and a dance floor. To our right was a long bar with a smaller area beyond that also included a smaller bar. I guessed that was the VIP area. Miss Cassia led us to the lounge area and ordered us a couple of drinks. When the buzz started to hit me, she dragged me onto the dance floor. I was always a decent dancer, but it was different trying to dance like a girl and not look like a stripper. Some of my steps were a little awkward, and Miss Cassia laughed pleasantly to me as she whirled around easily. Was there anything this woman couldn?t do well? Once I got over my apprehension and let the buzz from the drink take me, I felt much more comfortable up there. After a few songs Miss Cassia led us back to the lounge area, and we sat for a bit. She asked me, ?Have you ever had a stranger buy you a drink?? I shook my head, no. ?It?s a thrill the first few times. We?ll go sit by the bar. If a man gets you a drink, talk to him.? I didn?t know how to react to that. I wasn?t comfortable with the thought of talking to a guy as a girl. I knew what they wanted and was afraid he might be too aggressive. ?What should I tell him?? I asked. ?Oh, just make something up! Have fun with it.? Then she whispered in my ear playfully, ?That?s why we?re here,? smiling widely, and she patted me on the ass. Of course, it wasn?t long before two guys came up to us and started talking with us. They ordered drinks for all of us, and we grabbed a booth nearby. Cassia chatted easily with one of them while the other was asking me all kinds of questions about myself. I tried to think of answers that sounded good. As the evening went on, and the drinks kept coming, it became easier. As expected the guys got more forward with us, wrapping their arms around us and stroking our arms. The drunker I got, the less I minded. When the guy giving Miss Cassia attention, asked her to dance, she pulled me along, so we all went. By now I was too loose to worry about how I looked on the floor, and my guy held me tight as we moved, anyway. He kissed me a few times on the lips, and despite myself, I was starting to get aroused and blushed. He obviously took that to mean I liked him, and he smiled all the more at me. Miss Cassia noticed, too. Fortunately, my chastity belt kept my erection in check, so it didn?t betray me. After dancing awhile, Miss Cassia got us into a VIP room where we had some champagne, and the guys really got aggressive. They kissed us and petted us and said sweet things that embarrassed me further. Of course, my blushing was mistaken for being smitten with him. I drank more, and he aroused me more, caressing my body. So my resistance was eventually broken. I started kissing him back and found myself being more open with him. It unnerved me a little, but the sensations felt good. I was afraid things would go too far, and he would find my surprise, but finally, Miss Cassia announced that we had to be going. I blew an inward sigh of relief, but at the same time, I was so turned on that I really wanted to stay and be touched some more. Miss Cassia gave them a fake number, and the guys gave us passionate kisses goodbye. Jumping back into her car, Miss Cassia teased me about falling for a man and making out with him. ?You really liked that guy, huh? You were all over him!? I blushed, too embarrassed to say anything. But I was still really turned on, so I decided to be bold and put my hand on her leg. She smiled, and when she didn?t remove it, I started caressing her thigh. We had a fairly long drive from downtown, so I took my time with it, moving up her leg to her groin. I rubbed her bulge through her panties, and her breathing increased. Then I freed her cock and started stroking it. She reached over and pulled my head down into her lap, encouraging me to take her into my mouth. I sucked her head while stroking her shaft with my hand and soon had her cumming and moaning loudly. ?That was really good, sweetheart. We almost crashed,? she teased. ?Thank you.? I smiled at her. ?You?re welcome, Cassia,? I said, remembering to keep it informal. I was still really turned on and fought the urge to touch myself, or her, until we got home. As soon as we were in the door I was on her, pushing up against her and kissing her madly. I knew this type of advance was not permitted normally, but I didn?t want the mood of the day to end, and I was really craving her right now. For once, I was going to be the aggressive one, and I didn?t think about consequences. She was obviously surprised and let me kiss and touch her for a little while, running my hands up her dress, and exploring her mouth with my tongue. Then she decided she had enough. She twisted me off balance and pressed me backward, maintaining the kiss. My arms were bent in awkward positions, robbing them of strength, and forced behind my back. She pressed me hard up against the wall pinning my hands behind me with my wrists in her grip. Her other hand started stripping me of my clothes and playing with my body. Then she squeezed my balls, uncomfortably, but not too painfully, and asked, ?Would you like to cum tonight, sweetheart?? ?Oh yes, please? Cassia.? Her aggression caused me doubt, and I wasn?t sure if I should stick with casual responses, but she wasn?t upset with me when I jumped her, so I stayed in the current mood. When she smiled back at me I breathed, partially in relief, but more in pleasure as she started stroking my balls. She backed away from me and almost dragged me up the stairs by my hand. We hit the bed hard kissing and caressing each other passionately. Miss Cassia had ways of easily controlling me and soon had me under her, pinning my arms down. She smiled down at me with open hunger. ?First you have to prove yourself and make me cum.? She lowered her body to mine placing her breast near my waiting mouth. I sucked and teased her nipples until she was moaning in pleasure. Then she moved up, straddling my face, riding me and telling me to lick her balls and ass. I was pinned beneath her, sucking and licking for all was worth. Abruptly, she got off me and slid down to press her hard erection against my anus. She pushed into me, groaning in pleasure, and slowly fucked me while fiddling with my chastity belt. To my immense relief, it came off, and my erection was allowed to grow. She stroked me while fucking me and playing with my body, running her hands up my torso and fondling my breasts. I reached up and started massaging her breasts as well. It wasn?t long before we were both moaning in ecstasy. She came a little before me, but she kept humping me as she jerked my cock, and I came all over myself. She collapsed on top of me, and we lay there for a while breathing heavily and holding each other. Then she propped herself up and started kissing me. Between kisses, I expressed my gratitude to her, ?Thank you so much for taking me out today, M? Cassia. It was one of the best days of my life. Honest.? ?I know, sweetheart. I could tell you loved it, especially those men,? she teased. ?Maybe next time I?ll let you pick one out to take home with us.? She laughed at my discomfort. ?I had a wonderful time, too,? she continued, changing gears. ?I promise we?ll do it again sometime, but tomorrow you go back to your duties and being my sissy, understand?? ?Yes.? She started kissing me again until we grew tired and held each other and fell asleep. ---- To be continued?