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The final part of the story, the full scope of the landlord and pimp Mr Wilton becomes apparent and it is all too late for the pretty little sissy. Her life has been taken over and she has gone a long way passed the part of no return. THE LANDLORD PART 6 CHAPTER 1 Thailand had been great to start with; we spent two weeks visiting Pattaya, a couple of islands and Bangkok. In the sleazy sex-tourist resort of Pattaya I saw the lady-boy whores at work. At first I was worried that I had been bought here to work but my Master set my mind at ease. "There are so many young and pretty sissy-bois out here girl; the competition has bought their price right down." "I can earn more money back in England with your sexy little ass than here; relax bitch, we're just here for a vacation." He had lied, but not in the way I would have expected. It was more than just a vacation but it wouldn't involve me selling my ass; it was far worse. After our trip to the islands when we were passing through Bangkok he surprised me by taking me to a large hospital. "Don't worry princess, we are just going to let a doctor look at your titties to see how they're holding up." I didn't really think anything of it and I wasn't even surprised when the doctor told me to strip and lay on the bed. I was expecting him to examine my breasts and wondered why he needed to inject something into my arm? That was the last I remembered before I passed out. I entered a deep drug induced dream-like state. In my visions I saw myself as a woman, I was thinking of myself as a woman. There were naked men and erect cocks flashing into view which made me feel sexually aroused. My visions were just like the endless sissy-training videos I had watched so many times. I don't know if I was in this state for an hour or a month I lost all sense of reality and time. When I finally came to I was lay on my back with a kind of raised metal frame holding the sheet up like a tent over my lower abdomen. My body was completely numb; I couldn't feel anything from my chest down it was as if they didn't exist. The Doctor came to visit and looked under the sheet but didn't say anything to me. My eyes must have looked glazed and he probably figured I was still out of it. I was for the first couple of days but after that the drugs gradually wore off. That's when I became aware of the pain in my crotch and started to realise exactly what had happened, what he meant that night when he had said my little sissy-clitty was pointless. Surely he hasn't taken my transformation even further? But he had, my little sissy-clitty had gone along with my useless shrivelled up balls. My initial reaction of horror was tempered by the realisation that he was right. Now I had tits, hormones and had become completely dependant on him; what use was my sissy-clitty and sissy-pussylips? My Master had given me real ones, I was already a long way passed the point of no return. My only chance of a life and a future now would be as a woman! The convalescence was long and painful and I won't bore you with the details. Needless to say that after we eventually travelled home it was still many more months before everything had healed. In the meantime we had visited another cosmetic surgery where my nose was made smaller, my Adams apple reduced and my lips pumped up with a permanent type of collagen. I was useless for previous work as a whore and until my face had healed up I was useless for pleasing my Master. I spent the time shopping online for even more make-up, lingerie, etc. I was still made to watch the sissy-training movies although these were interspersed with movies of real women. But most of the time I just rested, my Master prepared the food for us and we dined together nearly every day. It took some getting used to, every time I looked between my legs I was still expecting to see my clitty, not this smooth mound in my panties. As it healed up I began to touch it and I felt a most exhilarating tingle as I did so. I got this sensation every time I touched my new vagina, especially when using the cool glass dilator I had been given on one of my check-up visits to a local clinic. It was like electricity running through my senses, more vivid and erotic than when my bum-hole had ever felt! My Master liked to examine his new 'toy', as he called it, on a daily basis although he restrained himself from ever touching it. "Plenty of time for that sweetheart," he would say as I displayed myself to him. "We can wait until it is fully healed before I take my pleasure with your new cunt darling." One day my Master walked into the room and caught me by surprise as I had surreptitiously slipped a hand into my knickers. I was sitting on a chair with my hand down the front of my skirt. "Well now young lady, you must be healing well," he laughed. "Starting to experiment are we?" "Here, watch this." He stood behind me and started with his hands rubbing my shoulders and neck. Then slipping down to massage my breasts through my flimsy top and bra. My breathing became faster and I was aware that I was becoming very aroused. He bent over as he stood behind my chair to reach my thighs, pulling my skirt up to display my stocking-tops and the now flat front of my sheer lace panties. "Open your legs sweetheart, this is gonna blow your little mind." As I opened my legs on command his fingers slid inside my panties and he touched my tight moist slit for the first time. "Oh my god" I moaned in instant ecstasy. It felt ten, twenty, god knows how many times more powerful to be touched there by a man than when I had tentatively touched there myself? It was so much more intense; I moaned and squirmed on the seat as he slowly, teasingly played with me. My mind was filled with images of sexy, hard male bodies, big, erect cocks. I imagined myself touching them, pleasing them, sucking them. The connection from having my new, real clitty played with and the images of sex with men became one; I could think of nothing else? "You like that don't you young lady," he said with satisfaction. "You are a real woman for me now Cindy." "You have been programmed and conditioned by two years of my therapy to become the perfect woman for me." "Whenever I put my hands in your knickers and touch your clitty your programmed mind will think only of sex." "The more I touch you the more desperate you will get for cock." "It is partly due to the sissy-training videos combined with the drugs I gave you. And partly due to the extra drugs you were given while you were unconscious in Thailand." I could barely hear his words as I was being driven mad with sexual desire. I wanted cock now, in my mouth, in my ass but most of all in my new vagina. If being touched by his fingers felt this good I couldn't imagine how good it would feel to be stretched by his big, eight inch cock. "Please Master, please," I sobbed. He only laughed. "Oh no, no yet my darling Cindy, I want to save your pussy for a special occasion." "You may suck my cock but you are not getting penetrated, even up your ass, until the Doctor has given you the all clear." I sucked greedily and gratefully on his cock and within minutes he had filled my mouth with his hot, thick wads of cum. He was good to his word too, he didn't even attempt to use me in any other way; he kissed me good-night and left. A week or so later we visited the Doctors, where after a thorough examination I was told by the Senior Consultant "Well young lady, you have healed up well. I think that you and your boyfriend will be able to enjoy regular male-female sex from now on." I was slightly apprehensive about how this would feel when it happened for real. I had to accept that I was female now in everyway; I had to make the best of my situation. I had no alternative, there was no going back; I needed my man more than ever. He was delighted with the news that I was now fully functional as a female and suggested that we go out to dine at an expensive new restaurant. I was so giddy and excited I couldn't wait to get home, shower and get dressed for my evening. As I finished my make-up and prepared to dress I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I saw my long wavy hair, my full D-cup breasts, my little nose and thick pouting red lips. I took in my full feminine hips, my smooth, silky skin and long legs. But most of all I gazed in amazement at the thing between my legs! A fully formed vagina with full, sensitive lips, a hyper-sensitive clitty that enlarged when it was touched by my man. Topped with a small triangle of pubic hair; the only hair on my body apart from my head! It felt so natural for it to be there, what else would a girl have between her legs? The time before when I was male was just a memory now. I couldn't imagine what it had been like before when I had a penis, my conditioning and training had taken over and I was happy to feel like a complete woman! I know that it felt a lot different when I pulled my panties on, I could remember them not always fitting my crotch so neatly. But once I pulled them on and admired the small mound of flesh sitting snugly in my tight, little, black, and lace panties. It felt so natural to have it there; the perfectly formed vulva bulging against the almost see-through material. The rest of my outfit was made up of a matching black bra, black six- strap suspender-belt, black heels and seamed stockings and a classy little black dress. I finished my look with some silver jewellery and a heavy spray of Chanel No5. I was being taken to a classy restaurant after all and I wanted to look good for my man. We arrived at the restaurant and were seated in a private booth near the back. As usual my man ordered for me, a little light salad followed by a salmon dish and I was even allowed a dessert for a change; he really was treating me like his little princess! At the end of the meal I was to find out why? "Cindy, I want to ask you something but first of all I want to explain why." I looked up at him respectfully, he was after all, the MAN and a Man is always to be respected and listened to. I don't know why I believed this to be true; it was just some sort of natural instinct and I couldn't' imagine it any other way. He continued, "I created you Cindy, I made you and moulded you into becoming my perfect woman." "And you should be grateful to me." "Oh I am Sir," I replied, I usually called him Andrew when we were in public and Sir or Master when we were in private and I displayed my naturally inferior position to him. But for some reason his tone suggested that a bit of respect would be in order. "Well Cindy, you were once sissy and a whore. I have saved you from that life and with my therapy, training and guidance you have become the perfect woman." "Too many women these days have too much independence and ambition. I am looking for a good old fashioned woman like they were in the 1950s, the good old days." "A woman that is intelligent enough to learn how to cook and clean, etc, and be able to keep a house going for her man. But not that intelligent that she has any thoughts or opinions of her own." "The perfect little Stepford Wife, completely dependant and devoted to her man. although you probably won't have heard of that have you Cindy." "No Sir" I concurred respectfully; I really couldn't remember if I had or hadn't? In fact it seemed to take all of my mental faculties and abilities to function in my dumb, bimbo feminine way. Chick-flicks, women's magazines and daytime television were all my intelligence could cope with! It must have been the all part of the regime of drugs I had taken for so long now? "Well Cindy, I decided to take someone, someone like you darling and turn them into my perfect little Stepford Wife. A cook in the kitchen, the perfect hostess in the lounge and a complete slut in the bedroom or anywhere else I want to take you?" "I will only have to touch your pretty little pussy and you know that you will instantly turn into a cock-crazy sex-machine?" He was right about that, on the few occasions he had done so I had almost exploded with pent-up sexual tension and desire. "I can save you from your life of prostitution and give you a new meaning to your worthless sissy-life?" "I am very grateful Sir." I was too; I believed him and felt only complete obedience and dependency to him. "I know you are Cindy and as I have created the perfect woman I want to ask you something." "I want you to become my wife Cindy, I want to marry you." "You will live to serve me in everyway, my perfect housewife, maid, cook and whore." "You will gratefully accept Cindy and become my wife for my exclusive use sexually; or you can return to your career as my whore?" "Your choice sweetheart?" How did he know? Of course he knew, I was thoroughly conditioned to accept his every word, his every suggestion, his every command. It had to be preferable to being used by over a dozen men a week every week? "Yes Sir, yes Andrew, please make me your wife Sir," I sobbed with pleasure. I felt so happy he was my saviour, my hero, I owed him everything, I thought of nothing else except how to please him. My giddy little bimbo, girly mind went delirious; I was gonna be a bride. "Good girl Cindy, we will be married next month." "I have been saving your pussy for a special occasion. On our wedding night I will pop your cherry and take your virginity." "Of course I will still want to fuck your precious little bottom from time to time and your mouth often." "But it will be something special to take your pussy for the first time as my bride." He leaned over and kissed me. "Come on, let's get home; all that talk of fucking your lovely ass has got me horny." For the first time he played with my new throbbing clitty as he fucked me anally from behind. My head nearly blew off my shoulders as I had the most intense orgasm in synch with his. I wanted him to take my pussy-cherry and take me to heaven but he held fast and promised me a wedding night to remember. CHAPTER 2 Most nights my Master would summon me upstairs for dinner followed by a long blow-job and usually full anal sex. He would touch my pussy to tease me into a state of wanton bliss only to continue to deny me the ultimate pleasure of penetration. The sexual tension was building up in both of us; I could tell he felt the same by the way his crotch bulged when he examined my new cunt. He was savouring his complete control and domination over me and was prepared to await the wedding night. A couple of weeks before the 'big day' he told me. "We are driving over to visit a very old, very good friend of mine tonight." "I want you to wear a bright pink satin blouse, a short black pencil skirt, black seamed stockings, bright pink very high heels, pink and black matching six-strap suspender-belt, a front fastening bra and tiny lace panties." "Oh and wear your panties over the top of your suspenders. I may want to fuck you in the car on the way home; it's out in the country and plenty of lay-bys on the way home," he laughed. I dressed exactly as he had told me and put on a short, black satin jacket for the journey. We drove for almost two hours, out of the city and along the country roads until we turned into a long gravel driveway. At the top of the drive stood a large detached Georgian style house that kinda looked familiar? It looked like it must have had a least a dozen bedrooms? We parked the car and rang the bell next to the large oak front door. It was answered by the most gorgeous looking woman; she looked about my age, her make-up was impeccable, as was her clothing. She wore a white sheer blouse and I could see her full white lacy bra underneath, a tight black skirt, stockings and very high black heels. "Hello Sir," she addressed my Master respectfully and to me she smiled and said, "Hello, you must be Cindy, my name is Abigail, Abby for short. Please come in." "Hello Abby," I replied, obviously I was expected! Abigail had a strange manner about her, there was a look in her eye of complete humility and submission. It was something I immediately identified with, she looked like she felt the same way as me somehow? I realised why when she showed us into a wood-panelled drawing-room; for some reason it looked familiar but at first I couldn't for the life of me recall why? It was like a feeling of deja-vu, a strange eerie sensation. Then it hit me, it was the very same room where I had been filmed in my little maids dress being abused by two men by Angelo and his camera-crew. I hadn't recognised the house or the journey until now because it was night time last time I came here and I may have been under the influence of drugs? Sat in the big leather chair was a big-build middle aged man, muscular looking, not fat; when he stood I saw that he was quite tall. He had a dominating, commanding manner about him and Abby was very respectful towards him. She curtsied to him as she entered the room and called him Sir. "The guests have arrived Sir," she purred sexily to her man. He jumped up with a smile on his face as he and my Master embraced warmly he said, "Andy my old mate, good to see you." "And good too see you Roger my old friend," my man replied. "This is the girl I've been telling you about Cindy and this Cindy is Mr Rodger Williams. You may call him Mr Williams" He introduced us with a laugh. "Well, well Andy she certainly is very pretty; it looks like she has been a very successful experiment." I wasn't sure what he meant by that, I was certainly a 'project' but an experiment? It was obvious from the way they discussed my role so frankly that Mr Williams was fully aware of just how I had come to look like this. I also suspected that Abigail was also involved somehow. It was obvious that they really were very old, very good friends and they seemed to have a lot to talk about which didn't involve us girlies. I was instructed to go and help Abby in the kitchen with the evening meal. I was grateful for this as I wanted to try and talk to her but once in the kitchen she proved quite difficult to communicate with! It wasn't that she didn't speak because she did and quite a lot too but all she talked about was domestic and girly stuff. She was a complete dumb, bimbo airhead; her only interests seemed to be fashion, soaps on the television, cooking, cleaning and her absolute devotion to her husband. I knew there must be more to her story but whenever I questioned her on what she had done before she had met Mr Williams her eyes seemed to glaze over and she just looked blank. I could see that she was straining her little brain to remember something but it was beyond her. What was also familiar to me was the way that she referred to her husband; she called him Rodger when talking to me but had called him Sir when we had arrived. It was very much the same way that I referred to my Man, Andrew in a bar or restaurant, Sir or Master at home, depending on the situation. There were unwritten rules regarding my conduct that I had absorbed over the last two years! We all sat around a large table for our evening meal, the men talked continuously and Abby and myself replied politely when spoken to. As my Master had told me on the journey. "Good girls only speak when they are spoken to, keep your replies short and always be respectful and demur.." As it turned out I was to learn far more by just sitting there eating my salad and salmon dish and listening than I a thousand questions could have answered! I listened to the two men talking about us girls in a stunned silence. Stunned by what I was hearing but even more shocked by Abigail's attitude to what was being said. She only paused from her food to smile at her husband, dutifully and politely respond to him by answering his comments with a lightweight girly giggly answer. I could tell from her conditioned responses that she hung on his every word, she had no thoughts or opinions of her own and she was completely happy and grateful for that fact! The men were openly discussing us as if it was the most natural thing in the world; as if we only existed as their personal property. I remembered how humiliating it had felt when my Master had first pimped me out and discussed my 'attributes' with the customers. But now it felt normal to be treated in such a way, girls like myself and Abby were just second class citizens to men like these! I heard them say, "You took her to the clinics for her operations that I recommended?" "Of course I did Rodger, I saw the job they did on your pretty wife Abigail." "I told you Andy, the only way to get a perfect woman and wife these days is to create her yourself; just like I did with my pretty little Abigail here." Andrew responded by saying, "Absolutely Rodger and the best way to do that is start with a blank canvas" both men laughed out loud at their 'in' joke. "You just have to find somebody weak and vulnerable enough to lure into your trap. Vulnerable to your initial blackmail and control and too mentally weak to resist the inevitable conclusion." "Yes," added Mr Williams "A weak, limp-wrested little sissy-boy; one that was born to serve and please REAL MEN; even if they didn't know it themselves at first?" "Especially if they don't know it themselves," Master exploded with laughter. "A guy that knows he's gay or already willingly dresses and acts like a cock-sucking sissy will have too much of a mind of their own and will try to remain in some sort of control." "The shock and disorientation a reluctant sissy feels when she is first trapped keeps her mentally off balance during the transformation." I gathered from his comments that Mr Williams had 'obtained' Abby, although he didn't go into the details and he let slip how she too had once been male, not a REAL MAN but a male nether the less. He had used the same methods of control that my Master had used, to turn Abby from male to sissy and then to full woman. So this was it then? I had been a two year project; I had fallen into his web and the whole thing had been a contrived scheme for him to create the perfect wife. My mind tried to cast back to the beginning but with the drugs I had taken over the period it was getting harder to recall. At what stage had it come to this, what else could I have done? Maybe they were correct, maybe I was too weak to be a REAL MAN, maybe a really had been a sissy all along? I could have refused his initial approach, told him to stick his rent and move out but I had thought that I could handle the situation. How wrong I was, at what point had I passed the point of no return? It was passed now, that was for sure! I held my thoughts and continued to listen, my full humiliation was being added to "And you got her to fund her entire transition herself by selling her ass? You clever bastard Andy." My ears pricked up and I heard my former landlord explain how he had become my pimp then hired me out for porn-movies. How from selling my own ass I had paid for the entire transformation, the clothes, the surgery, everything. On that chilling realisation I think my mind finally snapped. There was nothing left in me, my spirit was broken and I began to feel what Abby must feel. That it was completely hopeless to contemplate anything in the world or her passed life. That all there was for us was the future and that we belonged to our husbands and we must devote ourselves fully to this duty. I looked across the table at Abby and saw her looking all blank and doe- eyed at her husband and I learned from her expression my biggest lesson yet. Ignorance really was bliss; she showed no flicker of recognition when her husband told Andrew her story. She didn't even seem to acknowledge that he was talking about her. It was apparent that she too had been subjected to an even longer a regime of mind-control drugs, surgery, subliminal fem-training movies, techniques and probably discipline and punishment than even I had been? She just smiled and giggled like a cute little doll, a real Stepford Wife for her man; with not a care in the world only love, respect, fear and gratitude to her man. After we had eaten and Abby and myself had tidied the table and washed the dishes we joined the men in a large sitting-room. We were sitting on two facing sofas, my Master and myself on one and Mr Williams and Abby on the facing one. "Well then Andy, I think now would be a good time to show off your new filly," said Mr Williams. "Abigail, stand up woman and you too young lady." He gestured towards me. I looked at my Master for his approval before standing up next to him. Abby was stood in the corresponding position opposite me. "Abigail, be a good girl, undo your blouse and show our guests your lovely juicy melons." Mr Williams said calmly. Abby instantly responded with the same resigned look of submission on her face that she had worn all evening. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to show her tits off to her husbands guests? "Here Andy have a little play with the sluts nipples, they're so tender and responsive." He gestured to my man. Andy stood up and walked over to Abby taking a nipple between his finger and thumb. She let out an involuntary moan and I could see that she was instantly aroused by the touch in exactly the same way that I had become when he toyed with mine. "Mmmm, very good Abby," said my Master and gave the other nipple a firm squeeze. "I have had the same done to my slut, haven't I Cindy?" Both men laughed at this; I just whispered respectfully. "Yes Sir." "Well then don't be shy young lady, show Mr Williams your fine pair of titties." I responded in the same unthinking, programmed way that Abby had done. It was as natural for me to display my body to others as it was for her or for any obedient slut. I quickly unfastened my pale pink, satin blouse and deftly unclipped the front-opening bra to allow my heavy breasts to swing loose. Mr Williams clapped his hands in delight. "Bravo Andy my old friend; what a fine pair of tits and is she as sensitive and responsive as Abby?" Andy was quick to prove to his friend that my nipples really were as sensitive as a fuck-dolls should be; sending little shivers of sexually electric tingles through my body. "And now for the grand finale," said my man. "Take off your skirt Cindy and show Mr Williams what your Master bought you in Thailand." I reached around and unfastened my zipper at the back of my skirt, teased it over my full hips and allowed it to fall onto the floor. He clicked his fingers, pointing at it around my ankles. I knew instinctively what he required me to do; I stood out of my skirt, picked it up and placed it on the sofa. Mr Williams got up for a closer look, he inclined his head downwards to peer at the flat, smooth front of my lacy panties. "Looks good from here mate," he laughed. I continued to gaze submissively at the floor awaiting my next instruction. "Panties off Cindy," said my Master, "show Mr Williams your new cunt." I slipped the panties slowly down my thighs to my knees. "Open your legs darling." "Isn't it a peach Rodger?" I could feel their eyes appraising my naked vagina, my Master was obviously so proud of me that it made me feel happy even though it should have been humiliating? "May I?" enquired our host reaching down to my thighs. "Of course my friend," was his jocular reply. Mr Williams licked his finger and gently passed it over the entrance to my slot. I took a deep breath as the erotic tingle spread from my pussy through my body. As he inserted his finger and rubbed against my already enlarging clitty my head exploded in a flash of colours and ecstasy. So much so that I felt myself go weak at the knees and nearly stumble. "Oh, she's fantastic, look at her quiver to the touch; you lucky bastard Andy," gushed Mr Williams as he steadied me by my elbow. "She certainly is buddy and I'm saving that cute little pussy for my wedding night, aren't I princess?" I could only nod my head and mumble, "Yes Sir," as our hosts fingers were still manipulating my clitoris. "Abigail, skirt off and panties down, show Cindy the nice cunt that your Master bought for you." She instantly obeyed, the expression barely altering on her face, she must be used to this kind of treatment. We were just living sex-dolls for them, our only role was to obey, to keep their house, cook and clean and give our bodies to them at any time they demanded! Both men now took it turns to examine our naked vaginas. They touched them and teased them laughing as we both dissolved into a delirious giddy state. We both stood as still as we could both mirroring each other across the narrow space between us. Our blouses and bras open, our large surgically enhanced breasts swaying. Wearing stockings, suspenders and heels with our panties round our ankles, hands behind our back, head bowed in natural submission to our Superiors! They did restrain themselves from anything more sexual though; this wasn't a swingers party, this was how alpha-males displayed their property to each other. Also for them to display their dominance over their chattels. I was told to get dressed but Mr Rodgers snapped at Abby as she bent to pick up her skirt. "Not you bitch, I thought the soup you served tonight was a little luke- warm. Shall we show our guests what happens when you make a mistake young lady." Without hesitation in almost a dream-like state she prostrated herself over her husbands lap with her bare bottom raised in submission. I would have felt for her as I was all too familiar with this position but she didn't seem to be upset or surprised at all. She must have been spanked like this so many times before that she didn't show any shame or humiliation in submitting to him for punishment in front of us. She accepted her twelve strokes from his big hands without comment or tears, in silence except at the end to say. "Thank you for teaching me and showing me your love Master." As he pushed her off his lap and told her to dress and go and fetch the brandy my Master was watching me for my reaction to this exhibition. I looked at him all girly and doe-eyed and nodded. It was a lesson on how life as the wife of one of these men would be; I must keep focused on pleasing my Master at all times! We didn't stay for much longer as it was getting late and Andrew couldn't drink much if he wanted to drive home. So we said our good-byes and left, even after her public spanking Abigail's demeanour had not changed. she didn't appear to harbour any resentment, she was still giddily devoted to her husband and Master, grateful that he owned her. On the drive home we pulled over into a lay-by, it was well past midnight and the quiet country road was deserted. The lay-by was dimly lit by the light of the moon and as soon as he had turned off the ignition his hand went straight up my skirt. The pressure of his finger pushing against my lacy panties rubbed them against my slot and sent me immediately into a swoon. My programmed sexual responses kicked in and I lay back in the car seat moaning and squirming. "Good girl, suck my cock," was all he needed to say. After unfastening my seat-belt I leaned over and released his already erect member and took it deep into my mouth. I wanted to please my Master so much when he touched me like that! I could think of nothing else once my clit had been activated except making my Master cum. His hand held the back of my head and forced me to take deeper and deeper until I choked and gagged on him. My desperate attempt to please him only drove him further into a lust filled desire to quickly empty his balls. "Not so fast slut," he snapped. He pulled my head off his cock, opened his door and came round to my side and opened the passenger door. "Out bitch, I wanna fuck your ass now," he growled as he pulled me from the car by my arm. I was marched around the open door and pushed down unceremoniously over the front of the car. I could feel the heat from the engine through the metal of the hood on my stomach as he yanked off my skirt and panties and tapped my ankles with his foot. "Spread em bitch I'm gonna do you right here and now up your ass; you sexy little slut." He spat on my spread wide anus and plunged his cock inside it making me gasp in pain and shock. I could feel his hands squeezing my hips, his finger-tips leaving marks in my milky white skin as he ploughed me roughly from behind. I moaned, groaned, writhed and pleaded with him to cum as the sensation from my new clitty drove me mad with desire and wantonness. His hand was massaging my throbbing vulva as his cock emptied its load of thick, rich alpha-male seed deep inside my belly. "Ohhhh my God, Master, I am yours Master," I screamed as I climaxed simultaneously with him. He pumped me until his cock began to lose its erection and I felt him slither out of me leaving a trail of his copious seed behind. "Your knickers are over there." He pointed to them next to my skirt on the gravel of the lay-by. "Get dressed, let's get home." He slapped my bare bottom as I bent down for my panties. As the car bounced along the road on the journey home I could feel his semen leaking from my ass and into the crotch of my panties. Somehow the feeling of his warm sticky seed inside my body and the wetness of my panties made me feel warm, wanted, and contented. I decided that I wanted to be like Abby and devote myself to making my man happy. CHAPTER 3 Our wedding was a reasonably quiet affair, we were married by a registrar in a small function room at the local county-club. There weren't many guests, Mr Williams and Abby were there, she was my maid of honour. Angelo and the people from the studio including Mandy who kindly agreed to do my nails and make-up for me. I didn't know the other dozen or so guests at first. They all were business acquaintances of my husband-to-be. It transpired from snippets of their conversations that Andrew Wilton had investments in several businesses including an Estate Agency where he was Senior Partner. I wore a full bridal-gown for my big day, all white satin and lace flowing to the floor. White five-inch heels, white seamed fully fashioned stockings, white sheer mesh bra and six-strap suspender-belt and pure white sheer, see-through panties won over my suspenders; I was hoping that they wouldn't be on all night! I wore white in spite of the fact that I wasn't morally a virgin and had experienced a considerable amount of male cock, I had never been penetrated before in a way in which my husband would do tonight! It was going to be special and I wanted to look like the blushing, giddy, virgin bride that technically I was? The ceremony was brief but I did notice a lot of emphasis on the words, respect, honour and obey. My Master had scripted it in a way that told everyone present, including me that this wasn't a union of equals. I promised my unending devotion to him, that I would always strive to be the perfect wife for him. And in return he promised to provide for me and protect me. As our guest drifted off after a brief reception in the bar my husband took my by the arm and whispered. "We have a room for the evening upstairs, there's a bottle of champagne on ice waiting." "And I have waited too long for this moment, all my long term planning and work has come to fruition and tonight I'm gonna pick a nice ripe cherry." "Are you ready honey?" "Yes Sir, I am ready," I said with genuine love and respect for my superior. "Get your sexy, pretty little ass upstairs Mrs Cindy Wilton, I am gonna fuck you like you've never imagined a fucking can be girl." I went upstairs willingly and gladly, there was some apprehension, how would it feel? Would it hurt? Well yes it probably would hurt at first the same way as it had hurt when he first used my sissy-pussy. But I would endure and get used to it and I knew that it would bring me intense pleasure too. The room was large with a huge four-poster bed in the centre and a bathroom leading off form the side. "I bought some clothes for you to travel home in tomorrow Cindy; they're in the wardrobe. But first I want to explain how your life is gonna be from now on." I sat on the bed and listened patiently as he poured two glasses of champagne. "You are my wife now and will behave accordingly. I have bought us a nice, four bed roomed cottage out of town thirty miles from where we live now." "I will be working a few days a week at my Estate Agency in the city. You will keep house for me, clean, wash, cook, iron my clothes and generally make sure that my house is perfect for me." "You will devote all your thoughts to pleasing me, you will be happy and gushing when I compliment you and you will be put over my lap and spanked if you displease me." "You accept that this is the only life for you now don't you Cindy." "Yes Sir, I accept my role as your woman Sir, I will be obedient and loving, respectful and caring. My whole life will be devoted to you Master." I meant it as well! "You will carry on taking the medication that I give you and pretty soon you will forget everything from your passed life, how you got here, how you changed, everything!" "Your mind will only focus on me. You will be grateful for the treatment as you will function better when your past memories of you horrible life before are completely erased, won't you darling?" He was right as usual, what need did I have to remember what had happened, it wouldn't change anything. Better to be fully focused on making the best of my future; to become his perfect wife. He took me by my hands and pulled me up from the bed. He held me in his arms and kissed me deeply, I felt like a virgin, touched for the very first time. "Lift up your dress princess. Let your husband see his new bride." I lifted my dress up rolling the flowing satin material up in my hands to display my pantie clad vulva to my husband. He cupped it in his hands and told me to look at him then continued. "This is mine now, your cunt belongs to me, repeat girl." "My cunt belongs to you Sir," I breathlessly panted. "You belong to me, your heart, your body, your soul belong to me, you are my wife, my chattel my property and you will think only of serving and pleasing me, repeat, my pretty wife. I repeated it back to him as I gazed into his eyes, I could think of no other life better than submitting to and pleasing my husband. I felt so safe, warm and secure in his arms; only he could provide for me and protect me from the big bad world. The intense pleasure radiating from my groin made my knees buckle and I started to swoon into his arms dropping the hem of my dress. The mental programming and conditioning took over my mind and I could only think of my husbands cock bulging in his trousers. I just heard him murmur, "good girl," as I slipped to my knees and released his erect penis. I gazed at it lovingly and wantonly, kissing and licking its length from his balls to his tip. My only conscious thoughts were focused on its huge length, I felt, inferior, submissive, feminine and grateful to my husband. His hands rested on the back of my head, pulling my face further onto him, taking his length in my mouth and almost choking for my troubles. But he was impatient now to get at the thing that had been denied to him since its creation, he wanted my vagina, my pussy, my cunt. I was helped up by my elbows and his hands quickly slipped around my back. I could feel him tugging the zip down at the back of my dress and it fell loose from my shoulders exposing my bra. He gripped the satin material of my now half-mast gown and yanked it down over my rounded hips, letting it fall to the floor. "Here princess" he held out his arm to assist me in stepping out of the now discarded dress, I was wearing heels and didn't want to catch the gorgeous fabric as it lay at my feet. "You look absolutely beautiful my darling wife Cindy," he beamed as I stood before him in my white stockings and lingerie. As he led me to the bed he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it onto a chair in the corner, "On the bed Mrs Wilton, your husband is going to take what is his and de- flower you." He kicked off his shoes and released his trousers removing them carefully over his erect cock protruding from his unfastened zipper. The boxer- shorts quickly followed and my husband, my Master, my owner stood before me his penis proudly throbbing, awaiting his prize. I was kissed and lay back as his fingers started their teasing waltz towards my virgin pussy, my whole body trembling with nervous anticipation and sexual arousal. He kissed my neck, my face, my shoulders and knelt beside me looming over my sacrificial body. With one hand on my head he guided my mouth towards his cock and the other hand slipped inside my panties. I was sent into an instant sexual frenzy, taking him into my mouth and feeling his finger penetrate my moist slit. "You want it don't you princess?" he groaned, forcing himself further down my throat. He took my lack of reply as an affirmative and rocked his hips against my face, squashing my new little nose against his mat of pubic hair. "Your turn baby." I felt his cock withdraw and he twisted around to kneel between my parted knees. His hands ran up and down my stocking clad legs, up over the creamy, white smooth flesh between the stocking-tops and my panties, gently brushing my pussy through my panties as his hands passed over. I pulled up my knees and opened my legs to display to my Master his property. The first time that he pulled my panties to one side and flicked his tongue along my quivering pussy-lips I thought I was going to scream and cum with pleasure right there and then. I had never felt an experience as physically, sexually and mentally intense in all my life. It far surpassed any of my experience in my past life as a male; it even surpassed the pleasure I had learned from being taken up the bum by my Master. I bucked and writhed but he held me firmly in his big rough hands, I was powerless to resist the sexual pleasure I was getting from his tongue on my exposed clitoris and he knew it! He licked and teased, sucked it and gently bit it until a experienced my first full powerful female orgasm. It was a hundred times better than when he had used his fingers. But even that was nothing compared to the assault on my senses that was about to follow. My panties were slowly and sexily slipped over my thighs and down my legs. He lifted my feet by my ankles to untangle the flimsy knickers from my heels before hurling them over the room. "No need for these anymore tonight honey." I lay on my back, knees bent, legs open, all giddy and girly, blushing like a pretty virgin princess fully exposing and offering myself to my Knight In Shinning Armour. He had had me like this many times before when he had used my sissy-pussy for his pleasure but now I had two holes to offer him. I knew that there would still be times we he would choose to fuck me up the ass but for tonight he was only interested in one thing! He gave my pussy one long last loving lick and then positioned himself between my open knees with his cock rubbing against my clit. This sent me wild with desire I could feel my moist pussy tingling with excitement, trembling with a need for his seed. "Tell me you want me, tell me you want me to take your virginity darling." He had taken everything else from me, my freedom, my identity, my dignity, everything! It was only natural that he should now take from me the only thing that I still possessed the only thing he was yet to own. "Please, Sir, please Master, please Andrew please I am ready, please make me your woman and your wife." His body lowered on mine and faces touched, he kissed me passionately and entered me smoothly for the first time, my legs wrapping around his back to allow him to penetrate me fully. If being caressed by his tongue down there was a hundred times better than being teased by his finger-tips then what I now experienced was a thousand times more intense. I could feel every inch of his long penis as it invaded my virgin pussy for the first time. The sensation created by the stretching and gentle friction drove me mad with lust and desire. It felt like my body was being pumped through with electricity, my muscles in my thighs and tummy were beginning to twitch and spasm wildly. It hurt a little when his cock fully impaled me and I let out a bit of a squeal. "Hush, hush little princess," he hummed. "Daddy will try not to hurt you too much the first time but you must endure it to show that you love me." "Yes Daddy," I purred as the pain was replaced by yet more pleasure. "I love you Daddy," and at that moment I truly did more than I had ever felt possible. He pumped me faster and faster his mouth pressing against mine, his tongue deep in my mouth, mimicking the penetration between my legs, my two pleasure giving holes invaded by his probing tongue and cock. As one hand stroked my face another toyed with my exposed nipples and the combined ecstasy of nipple, vagina and clitty stimulation triggered another intense orgasm. I was completely engulfed by the experience, loving every minute of it, rocking on the bed as he pounded into me. "I am going to seed your pussy Mrs Wilton, fill your womb with my semen." "Oh my god Master," I shrieked as I felt him explode inside me. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life; far more powerful than when he had filled my bum with his man-juice. I could feel all my internal muscles clenching and quivering, tightening around his throbbing shaft, milking him. I lay there sobbing in spent, wanton passion, completely physically and emotionally drained from the event, "Thank you Daddy, thank you my husband," I blubbered between breathless sobs. He kissed me and replied, "Good girl, you're addicted to Daddy's cock now princess and your whole life will be dedicated to feeding your addiction." "You will spend your days making yourself pretty for me and thinking about how you are going to serve my cock when I get home." "Oh I will Daddy, I will, I promise you Daddy, Master, my husband and owner, I belong to you, my life is dedicated to you Andrew." I meant it too, I meant every word as if my life depended on it; my only hope for any kind of security, for a future lay in my being the perfect little housewife for my man. I felt not only respect for the superior man but also genuine love! CHAPTER 4, THE EPILOGUE TWELVE MONTHS LATER I arrived home mid afternoon and parked my little hatchback on the driveway, my husband Andrew was still at work and not expected to return until 7pm. We had lived in our new house in the countryside for quite some time now although I couldn't really remember how long! I had some vague memories of living in at my husbands former apartment in the city but to be honest I couldn't actually recall much about my life before we moved out here. It seemed to take all my concentration to focus on my tasks at hand and I never felt the need to think about the past. It took me almost half an hour to carry in all the groceries and put them all in their proper place in the kitchen. There was enough time to peel and cut some vegetables for the casserole that I was preparing for our evening meal. Andrew expected his meal to be ready and the house to be spic and span when he returned from work. And as a dutiful little wife I always obliged. My day had been full, getting up at around 8am and preparing my husbands breakfast then ironing his shirt for the day to go with the suit that I had carefully brushed while he ate his breakfast. When he was dressed and ready to leave he took me by the waist and pulled me towards him. "Give me a kiss darling," he said, squeezing my bum through the flimsy negligee and gown I was wearing. I lovingly submitted my lips to my man and replied, "Good bye, hope you have a good day darling," in a simpering voice. I had spent the rest of the morning pottering around the house making sure everything was clean and tidy, hanging up the towels in the bathroom, making the bed, shaking out the cushions on the chairs in the living room, etc. There was always something to do, I wanted the house to look spotless for my man; it was the least I could do after he does so much for me! Next I took a shower and decided to go to the gym on the way to the supermarket. It was just as important to keep myself in good shape for my man as it was to keep his house in good order. When a girl is fortunate to be selected by a man to be his wife then she should devote herself fully to serving him. I liked to visit the gym several times a week, sometimes on my own and sometimes with my best friend Abby Williams who was married to one of Andrews friends. It was always fun meeting up with her and after our work-out we would go for lunch together, go shopping in the local mall or go and get our nails done or our hair. Apart from Andrew she was the only other person that I spent any time with and talked to, she was a real friend. Abby was so interesting to be with so smart and clever; she knew all the plots from the Soaps, knew all the celebrity gossip and had lots of useful tips on how to be a good wife. We would spend hours babbling away to each other talking about all sorts of girly things. Like me, Abby never talked about her past, her history or childhood, we only ever talked about the present and the future. It was strange but once or twice when I had asked her about where she had been, what she had done before she met Roger she would just smile at me with a vacant look in her eye and ask me. "What did you do Cindy before you met Andrew?" And we would both collapse in a fit of giggles when my eyes went as vacant as hers and I tried to remember myself. It was as if we were both trying to think but our dumb, bimbo, girly brains just couldn't process the answer. So we would return to talking about something easier for us to comprehend, fashion, home ware, household products, our next vacations and what we were cooking for our husbands that evening. I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall it was almost 5pm, Andrew would be home in two hours, the casserole was in the oven and I had time to shower and dress for his arrival. As it had been a warm summer day I had only been wearing a very short, tight white skirt, crop-top, four inch strappy sandals and a plain white bra and G-string. My husband had made it quite clear that I was never to wear jeans, trousers or shorts as he considered these items to be unfeminine. As he had often told me. "Only Men wear the trousers honey, a true woman only ever wears a skirt or dress." I was even supposed to wear stockings and suspenders or hold-ups, never tights/pantyhose as my husband had declared them to be un-sexy. Only if it was a warm summers day or we were on vacation like when we went to Rome for the weekend; would I be permitted to forgo the nylons and go bare-legged. But for my husbands arrival home from work and for the rest of the evening I instinctively knew that I must look the part and wear stockings for him. It was my duty, my honour and my pleasure to dress as sexy as I could for my man. He had been out all day providing for me, it was only right that I should look pleasing to his eye when he returns. He liked me to wear pretty dresses or blouses and pencil-skirts around the house when he was home. His favourite look was the 1950s style of dress, pleated skirts, petticoat, real nylon stockings and 50s style lingerie underneath. "1950s knickers for my 1950s wife," he had told me. "The golden era when MEN were MEN and women were ladies; when they knew their place and how to be a proper wife." I didn't really know what he had meant by that, I was a normal wife wasn't I? didn't all wives act like me and fully devote themselves to their husbands? The only other wife I knew to talk to was Abby and I knew that she thought like me. Surely this was the natural and usual way of the world; MAN is the Master and his woman is his property. After showering I selected something I knew would please my man, a pink with white polka-dot knee-length cotton dress and a white ruffled petticoat. With white and pink panties, bra, full suspender-belt fully fashioned tan nylons and pink heels; finished off with a spray of Chanel No5 and a set of pearls. My husbands pretty little 1950s Stepford Wife! Looking down at my naked body it felt so natural, my large, firm breasts were almost perfect, the nipples were always pert. My hips, thighs and legs were smooth and shapely. And my cute little vagina was tight with a fleshy pink labia, the small amount of pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a tiny triangle. I had always been a girl for all my life although I couldn't remember my puberty or childhood. I just assumed that I had been a normal little girl and blossomed into a woman as nature intended. I had asked my husband once when for some reason I was curious as to just how I had come to be here but his answer only frightened and confused me. He told me that I had been a drug-addict when I was in my early twenties and that I had lost touch with all my family and friends because of this. And because of my drug problem I had been a prostitute when he had 'rescued' me. He added that because of the amount of drugs I had used my memory wasn't to be relied on and that was why I had little or no recollection of my previous existence. I did sometimes get flash-backs from the deep, dark recess of my brain, I would half remember an apartment that I had worked from and the men that would visit me to use me. I could remember the flash of cameras and the beam from the spot-lights when I had been filmed having sex with many men. But all this really wouldn't focus and to be honest I was happy to forget. My husband had saved me from all that I was truly grateful to him, I loved him and worshipped him as my man. I wanted to repay him every minute of every day by being the perfect old fashioned, good little wife. I owed him everything, he provided for me, kept me clothed and fed, looked after me, He even did all the serious thinking for me so my mind was completely uncluttered and I could devote all my thoughts to him. And I reasoned that because he had saved me this made him the natural superior in our relationship, I was after all nothing with out him. I craved his affection and would beam with happiness if he complimented me on my dress, on my cooking or the tidiness of his house. Of course if for some reason he wasn't happy about something, if I had got anything wrong in anyway, spoke out of turn, forget to do something, etc; then I would be punished as is befitting a good old fashioned wife. I would be quickly pulled over my husbands knee where my skirt or dress would be hitched up, panties roughly pulled down and my bare bottom soundly spanked, These spankings didn't really hurt me too much as I became used to them although I could see the outline of his hand for the rest of the day. It was more the humiliation and my own disappointed at my failure to please him that made me try my best to be the wife a REAL MAN deserves. I got dressed and set the table for the evening meal, it was 6.30pm and he would be here in thirty minutes; he was never late! I put some music on in the background and poured myself a glass of wine. When I heard his car approaching I jumped up, went to the door and straightened my dress. I wanted to look perfect for him when he came through the door. "Hello Darling," I cooed. "Hello princess" he replied. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him as he pulled me towards him by my waist. It was the way I always greeted my husband when he came home after work, the way a good wife should greet her hard-working provider and protector. I fetched him a drink, removed his tie, loosened his collar and helped him off with his shoes. I fussed about him tottering around on my heels being all a loving women should be. I didn't bother him with my silly girly chat when he first got home, I knew better than that, there would be time for that later. When a man first gets home he just wants to relax, his woman should be seen but not heard, obedient and attentive, anticipating his needs. I had learned at the cost of more than one good spanking the error of my ways by blabbering on to him about my day as soon as he had come in the door. While he had his first drink of the evening I went to attend to the casserole now almost ready in the oven. On returning to the main room he patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come on darling, sit down and tell Daddy what you did today then." He always did his best to appear interested as blathered away like a brainless bimbo although I'm guessing that's a trick that all men learn? I would tell him about my days out with Abby, my new clothes I had bought, my trip to the supermarket. I would ask him permission if I needed to buy something the following day; he was the man, he controlled everything. All the time I was talking he was just nodding and smiling with his hands working their way further and further up my thigh and under my dress. It was his right as my husband, my Master and my owner to touch his woman, his property at any time. There were times after a rough day at work when he would just come straight in, click his fingers and demand a blow-job. He told me that a good work-out down my throat was the perfect way to unwind after being stuck in traffic for an hour, etc. Sometimes when he was feeling horny he would bend me over the table in the entrance hall and fuck me there and then. But most evenings he was prepared to wait, relax and have a meal before he wanted his sexual pleasure. He was however, unable to resist sticking his hand up my dress or squeezing my tits as I served him his meal. He casually slapped my bum although I didn't really feel it through the rustling petticoat and dress. And told me to. "Sit down darling and let's try your new delicious recipe." I felt so proud and happy as he showered me with compliments on my cooking and my attention to my womanly duties. I looked on at my man as he ate and all I could feel was love, respect and a little fear for him. I couldn't imagine my life being any other way, had it ever been any other way? We finished eating and I cleared the table placing the used plates, knives and forks, etc with the rest of the utensils in the dishwasher. I heard Andrew call me. "Leave the dishes darling come and join me in the living room; there's a good girl." We watched television for a couple of hours after our meal, or should I say he watched the television, he had put the News on and to be honest I didn't really understand a lot of it. The outside world was of no concern of mine; I knew that as long as I obeyed my husband and did as I was told then everything would be alright! I sat beside him on the sofa with my head on his shoulder staring obliviously at the screen daydreaming about girly things. He sat there quietly watching with his hand on my leg occasionally straying as far up as my stocking-tops. I was his to touch whenever and however he wanted and I happily submitted to his whims. I only moved to refresh his glass from time to time and to attend to any other items he needed. "I think it is time for bed Cindy; your Master is feeling horny." "I've seen my good little wife, now I want my good little whore." "Go and put on your tiny black baby-doll nighty, black lace-top hold-ups and black six-inch heels. No panties princess, I want to see that tight moist pussy exposed and on offer to me." I smiled at him and as I headed to the door and said, "I will be ten minutes darling, I will be your whore in the bedroom" and blew him a sexy kiss. He was fully within his rights as Master of the house to expect his wife to comply and I fully understood and respected that. I was the wife that never said no, never had a period, never had a headache; I was always available for his superior cock. And how I loved it; my knees went weak whenever I thought about my husbands big, proud erect penis and I knew that my life was complete whenever he allowed me to serve it. It was inscribed in my mind, my heart and my sole that I was to endeavour at all times to be the woman he wanted to possess. I was his cook in his kitchen, his cleaner around his house, his hostess in the living-room, his attentive escort in public and his whore in his bedroom. "I shall be there in ten minutes sweet cheeks." He smiled, he knew I loved his attentions. Ten minutes later I was stood by our large bed in my hold-ups and heels with my short nighty barely reaching my pussy. He entered the room and removed his dressing-gown, his naked cock upright and ready for action. "I am your whore Master," I whispered respectfully, my heart beating with excitement. He simultaneously kissed me and cupped my vulva in his big rough hand. "You are my whore princess, you will belong to me forever won't you?" "Yes Master," was all I could say, his cock was my addiction and I needed my fix. It was all I thought about when he wasn't here and when I was this close to it I lost myself completely. As he kissed me his other hand slipped around my waist then down to my naked ass, then with both hands he teased me. One finger sliding inside my moist vagina whilst another one penetrated my anus. All my holes were available to my husband; wasn't that the natural order of things, didn't every wife offer her mouth, her pussy and her ass to her man? "Good girl, on the bed on all fours." He clicked his fingers and pointed. I quickly complied and knelt on the bed with my arms supporting me, I arched my back and lifted my head and ass up like I had been taught. It was the position of female sexual readiness and submission, where my husband could use my mouth, my pussy or my bum as he chose. Whichever way he penetrated me felt like heaven, whether it was my mouth and I could taste his manly organ, in my pussy where I would receive the most intense pleasures or my anus where it still hurt me a little even after all this time. I was his cock addicted slut, he only had to tweak my nipple to turn me into his fuck-doll. He went straight for my pussy with his fingers, his tongue and then mercifully with his cock as by then my senses were overloaded with pent up sexual tension. "Oh yes Daddy, yes Sir, yes darling," I screamed as he rammed me hard from behind. It all became a blur of ecstasy and I lost my mind and went into auto- pilot, I became his sex-object and bucked and rode his cock. I chocked on it as he switched to my mouth, desperate to please him I took it as deep as I could. He fucked my face with his hands holding my head steady then returned to my pussy and fucking me again. I had lost all control of my body and I felt my muscles tremble and spasm as my first orgasm hit me. It felt so wonderful, so natural so fantastic to be mounted by my darling husband. He gently stretched my anus with his finger and I could feel the wall of muscle between my ass-hole and my vagina being squeezed and massaged by his cock on one side and his finger on the other. I moaned and called out his name, my head spinning my breathing heavy, my tits swinging beneath me when he removed his finger from my bottom and replaced it with his cock. I clenched the bed-cover and yelped, the pain quickly turned to yet more pleasure. He alternated between my two fuck-holes with his penis, several strokes in my cunt then several more in my ass until I lost all reason. I was sobbing with pleasure and happiness, happy that my man loved me enough to want to put his cock inside my every hole. That he could use every part of my body freely to achieve his pleasure, my mouth, my, ass, my cunt, my