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Chapter 3:
Veronica moved like she was in some kind of trance. She was only vaguely
aware of the click-clack of her heels across the dark hardwood flooring
in Sam's foyer as she took a few mincing steps towards him. Sam smiled; a
grin both mischievous and carnal at the same time as he reached out and
took her hand. Veronica glanced to her left and caught a glimpse of her
reflection in a full-length mirror hanging near Sam's door. She saw
herself in a light she hadn't seen before. Her slender fingers, long
nails painted a soft, feminine turquoise that matched her dress, were
interwoven between Sam's meaty, muscular and slightly hairy ones. The
contrast was undeniable. Her eyes floated slowly upwards as she drank in
her appearance in its entirety. She suddenly became aware of sensations
she had overlooked. She could feel the slight discomfort of the thong
riding between her perky cheeks. The back strap of the matching bra was
suddenly somewhat uncomfortable as she realized she was sweating
slightly. Her left shoulder strap of the dress had slipped and begun to
slide down her comparatively small bicep. But her face was what stunned
her the most. Subconsciously, she reached up with her free hand and
tucked a strand of the long brunette hair behind her ear, revealing the
slight twinkle of her hoop earrings. She had modeled in front of the
mirror before. Send selfies to men with whom she flirted with online. The
face reflected in Sam's mirror was something far different. Her eyes were
open wide, her nose an adorable little button, and her mouth was ever-so-
slightly open into a perfect "O" shape. She looked fresh-faced, inviting
and wholesome. The all-American girl-next-door.
Sam allowed her a few seconds to indulge in her reflection. He grinned as
Veronica tucked her hair behind her ear, realizing the kind of thoughts
that were racing through this young sissy's mind. He reached out and
touched her face with the back of his hand, breaking her from her short-
lived trance. "That's you, Veronica. A man who willingly and meticulously
put together a persona that is the picture of a domestic and submissive
goddess. And tonight is the first night of the rest of your life as this
person you see in front of you. I'm going to make sure of that."
The words left an unusual ring in Veronica's ears. She was simultaneously
aroused, terrified, excited and comforted all at the same time. Her body
was on autopilot and Sam led her up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Veronica looked to the left and again to the right and saw a series of
tripods. In addition to Sam's handheld device, he had set up a series of
stationaries to fully document every last detail of their encounter. Sam
turned towards her and leaned in. He reached up and tucked her hair
behind her right ear, leaving her with an odd sense of additional
exposure, as if the strands of hair in her face were still providing a
fa?ade of protection from what she was about to endure. Still, something
about that vulnerability made her twitch with excitement.
Sam leaned in as Veronica prepared herself for her first time kissing a
man. But Sam instead wrapped his arms around her neck as he nuzzled his
nose into her shoulder; the feel of his stubble against Veronica's
smooth, silky skin making her shiver slightly. He softly whispered to
her, "You won't be needing this anymore," as he confiscated the key to
her chastity device that was attached to the chain around her neck. Not
really knowing what else to say or do, she whispered, "Thank you, sir."
Sam pocketed the key and looked into Veronica's green eyes, leaving her
with the feeling he was peering directly into her soul. She took one last
breath as Sam began the process of undoing Matt and galvanizing Veronica.
He grabbed her by the back of the head and engaged her in her first kiss.
Veronica gasped slightly at the sensation of having a man's tongue in her
mouth for the first time. She involuntarily let out a feminine sigh as he
began to probe her mouth with his. She found herself wrestling with her
disgust while at the same time finding herself enjoying the feelings of
vulnerability and submissiveness. She tried to relax, knowing there was
no way out of it, and she wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, pulling him
closer. Sam moved his attention to her neck. Perfumed with lavender and
coconut, she even smelled feminine. She sighed slightly and bit her lower
lip as Sam nibbled on her shoulder. Sam pulled away momentarily and
peered into her now wide eyes; eyes far too feminine to belong to any
man. "I'm going to leave my first mark on my new territory." He
whispered, as he grabbed Veronica by the hips and buried his face in her
shoulder. He wrapped his lips around her shoulder again and bit and
suckled her, giving her the most erotic and slightly painful hickey she
had ever experienced.
Veronica wrestled with the sensations. Her locked-away loins straining in
vain to be set free had the unusual consequence of shifting the feelings
of arousal more towards an area in her lower abdomen. She was also keenly
aware of the sensation of the push-up bra rubbing against her incredibly
sensitive nipples. The feelings all driving home the fact that she was in
a position that only a submissive and sultry woman would find herself.
She moaned and thrashed slightly as Matt shifted his attention back to
her face, his hands becoming more exploratory as he lifted the hem of her
dress and began to caress her exposed ass cheeks. Suddenly and with
little warning, he grabbed Veronica by the hips and lifted her. Caught up
in the moment, she wrapped her legs around his back, allowing herself to
be carried by the larger man and somewhat surprised at just how strong he
actually was. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and he lay on top of
her, pinning her down as he continued to kiss and caress every part of
her.
Veronica's head was swimming. Her male alter ego was wrestling for some
degree of control; for a return to dignity and to end this degrading and
humiliating exercise, but her feminine curiosity, driven partially by the
agonizing frustration of being locked away, made it impossible for her to
stop. She had to see this through to the end, and Sam was going to make
sure of it. She was keenly aware of the weight of her conqueror on top of
her. She couldn't have moved even if she had wanted to, but the
realization that she was pinned to the bed, Sam holding both of her hands
down while he kissed her passionately, was an additional nail in his
masculinities coffin. She was beginning to sweat now, her hair slightly
sticking to the back of her neck and the underside of her bra beginning
to feel damp as her own body heat mingled with Sam's. Suddenly, Sam
stopped.
"I think that's enough teasing," he said as he arose. He took a few steps
backwards and motioned for Veronica to get off of the bed and onto her
knees. "It's time," was all he said as Veronica instinctively complied.
She sunk to her knees and became oddly aware of the sensation of her
dress straps now digging more into her shoulders than before. "Pull it
out" Sam whispered as they both settled into position; he, towering and
masculine, while she settled into her place as the submissive and dutiful
girl.
Veronica had seen other men's penises before. She had watched porn from
all kinds of stripes and had played sports as a teenager. But nothing
prepared him for this moment. He slid down Sam's boxers and was shocked
as the man's massive member, already fully erect, slapped him in the
nose. Sam laughed at Veronica's reaction; a combination of a feminine,
"oh!" noise with her mouth subconsciously open in a look of exasperation
at Sam's clearly superior mast. He reached out and gently grasped it; his
small, delicate hands with the feminine turquoise polish creating a
strong contrast between him and the manly man that stood before him. He
curiously stroked the man's cock, keenly aware of all of the sensations
of having another man's organ in his hand for the first time. His daze
was interrupted by a bright flash. Sam had retrieved the handheld camera
and was again filming multiple angles of Veronica's ordeal. Veronica knew
the moment had come; the moment she would cross the threshold she could
never return from. She was about to become a cocksucker. She was about to
have a man's dick in her mouth. He looked down at her and spoke the words
that would haunt her. "Veronica, sweetie? Welcome to womanhood." With
that, Veronica closed her eyes, and leaned forward.
Chapter 4:
Something inside of her broke. The conflicting feelings of disgust and
excitement were still there, but any and all resolve were gone. She threw
herself into this feminine work as fully and completely as she could,
mimicking all of the feminine sounds and actions she could think of from
movies and videos she had seen of girls in her position. The first taste
was surprisingly pleasant. She had expected sweaty, musky or just plain
gross, but the sensation of having his dick in her mouth was actually
somewhat pleasant. She could taste just a slight hint of salty sweetness;
the realization that it was most likely his precum leaving her with a
slight gagging reflex, but one that quickly passed. The feeling of the
throbbing veins in his superior manhood on her tongue was an electric
feeling as she quickly found herself enjoying the realization that she
was the reason this man was so aroused. As Matthew, he had some
girlfriends, but it was rare that he could make them desire him in a way
that Veronica was arousing this man in front of her. He looked up at Sam,
who had his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open in a moment of
complete ecstasy. "Baby you are so fucking good at this. There is no way
you should have ever pretended to be a man."
The words stabbed somewhat at Veronica's failing maleness, but mostly,
she took pride in them. She continued for what felt like forever while
Sam muttered encouragement between his own masculine moans. Veronica
found herself occasionally uttering small, feminine squeaks and coos,
nothing even comparable to the masculine energy being exuded by her
conqueror. Suddenly, she felt Sam tense and he pushed her away; a single
stand of spit and precum connecting her bottom lip to the tip of Sam's
member. Sam instructed her to lay on the end of the bed, her head hanging
over the edge, an order to which Veronica complied.
Upside down, her head hanging over the edge of the bed, Veronica looked
up as Sam reinserted his member into her warm, waiting, womanly mouth.
While Sam had been somewhat gentle before, there was no consideration to
her comfort now. She gagged and kicked as Sam began to throat-fuck her.
Veronica, for the first time since her ordeal began, felt fear and
embarrassment creep in, as Sam continued forced his cock so far into her
mouth that she struggled to breathe. She became acutely aware of new
sensations; her mascara running down her cheeks as tears welled up in her
eyes, the fear of temporarily loosing oxygen as his cock pushed further
into her throat. But mostly, the humiliation and emasculation of having
Sam's balls pressing against her hose while he fully impaled her head was
what she was most aware of.
Sam, sensing her trepidation and discomfort, grunted to her, quoting her
own words from their earlier chat, "I want it in the most degrading and
humiliating way possible. That's what you said, right? Answer me, bitch,
isn't that what you said?" Veronica, his cock still in her mouth, mumbled
and shook her head yes. The sound emanating from her was neither feminine
nor masculine, it was merely a small noise acknowledging her defeat and
that it was her who wanted this in the first place. Her hair was not
plastered to the side of her face and she could feel the uncomfortable
sensation of several of Sam's pubic hairs in her mouth. Her dress strap
had slipped so far down her shoulder that part of the lace cups of her
bra was showing, and at some point, she had lost one of her heels.
Sam was getting quicker and quicker and Veronica could feel him getting
tense. She knew the script all too well because she was the one who wrote
it; the one who had begged Sam to give her the kind of emasculating
introduction into femininity she was enduring. So when Sam whispered to
her, "Get ready." She knew what was coming. With a feminine, "pop" noise,
Sam pulled out of Veronica's used mouth, and unleashed his monster load
all over her face and chest.
This, Veronica was unprepared for. There was so much, she had never seen
that kind of seed come from one person, even in the "big shooter" videos
she had watched online. The first strand landed on her chest, stretching
from the exposed cup of her bra all the way to her neck. The next laced
her face from her chin all the way over her left eye, sticking into the
fibers of her wig. Sam continued for what seemed like minutes; grunting,
groaning and uttering indecipherable gibberish as he continued to mark
his territory. Eventually, he leaned over and instructed Veronica, "Clean
it up." Dutifully, she licked and slurped at Sam's member, cleaning it of
all of the remnants of the encounter. She was broken, used, ashamed and,
worst of all, incredibly horny.
After a few minutes, Sam allowed her to get up as he went to the bathroom
to relieve himself. Veronica looked across the room at the full-length
mirror and could barely recognize what she saw. Three hours earlier, she
had been a handsome young man in his mid-twenties. An hour ago she was an
innocent-looking, fresh-faced young lady; classy and just a bit sensual.
Now, she was a wreck. Her mascara had run down her cheeks, a dead
giveaway that tears had been streaming down her face. Her lipstick had
smeared and smudged and she could see that her dress actually now had a
slight tear in one of the cups over her small boobs. Worst of all were
the ropes of cum running from her belly button all the way to the crown
of her wig. She was absolutely covered in Sam's seed. The only solace she
could take was in the belief that it was all over. Sam had to be spent
after all of this. She tried to think back to what the next thing she had
asked for in their conversation was, but she couldn't. Either way she
couldn't believe Sam had the wherewithal to do anything more anyway. When
he had relieved himself as Matthew, he would be done for at least a day
or so; feeling ashamed of what he had done. But with Sam, he didn't know
what to think. When Sam returned from the bathroom, he was expecting him
to bring a towel or a wash cloth to wipe himself clean, but Sam had other
ideas.
"Damn girl, you are so fucking talented. I can't believe you ever
actually considered yourself a guy. That was easily the best blow I've
ever had." The words stabbed a bit at Veronica. Not knowing what else to
say, she tilted her head slightly to the left and whispered, her voice
now a raspy and feminine drawl from the beating her throat had taken,
"Thank you, sir." Sam laughed and slightly shook his head. "Look at you.
Coved in cum and thanking me for the privilege. And there you sit, with
your legs crossed and your hands in your lap, just like an obedient
little school girl."
He was right. Veronica didn't even realize just how effeminate and
pathetic she was presenting as. The jizz on her face did little to help.
She watched with a sense of relief and hope as Sam switched the cameras
off. Maybe her ordeal had come to an end? Her relief was quickly replaced
with a renewed sense of dread, as Sam retrieved his phone. He had little
expression on his face as he walked past Veronica, still sitting on the
edge of the bed waiting obediently for her next instruction. Sam looked
at his phone, scrolling through an unseen screen for several seconds
until he stopped and chuckled. "Man I am going to love this next part."
Veronica shuttered as she realized that they weren't yet done. She tried
to recall the details of their conversation and with her own phone in her
purse downstairs, but her mind was foggy and her memory now seared with
the thought of being used as a sissy plaything for the past hour or more.
She had no real idea of time other than that the sun had now set and it
was dark outside. Suddenly she snapped back to attention as Sam tossed
his phone to her, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous grin.
Veronica shook as she picked up Sam's phone, the screen locked in place
with the text bubbles from their earlier conversation. There, in the
yellow bubble marked "Vera," was her request in her own words. "MMMM
after you come on my face, you should make me walk around outside with
all of that jizz on me. Really drive home the fact that I am your whore
and your slut." She looked up at Sam, the realization that a small tear
was forming in the corner of her eye. "Do I really have to do this?" She
whimpered, her voice now trembling and sounding more feminine than ever.
Sam scoffed and shook his head in disappointment. "This was all your
idea, remember?" It wasn't a question so much as an order. She knew this
was going to happen, she just couldn't fathom the details. She managed to
utter, "But..how? And...where?"
Sam chuckled. "That's my good girl. Just give in to the idea that this
will happen. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to walk back to
your place. I want you to take selfies of yourself every 100 or so feet.
I want you to sit on any benches you find, stop at crosswalks, maybe even
find a stranger to talk to, but I want pictures showing me you haven't
cleaned yourself off until you get home. When you get to your house,
you're allowed to clean up.
Veronica sighed a bit of a sigh of relief. So this was it. At least it
was all over after that. The thought of walking home, risking someone
recognizing her, all with a cum-stained and ripped dress with running
makeup and a sweat and sex-soaked wig were all bad enough, but at least
it would be over. Sam, seeming to sense the thoughts running through her
head, laughed again and then continued. "After you get home, you better
find your nicest clubbing outfit. I want high heels, something skimpy and
sexy. Fix your makeup and make it sultry. And then be back here no later
than 11:00 PM." Veronica looked up at him, her doe eyes seeming to plead
at the realization that it wasn't over. Sam laughed and pointed back to
his phone. "Scroll down to the next section, Veronica. We aren't even
close to being finished."
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