I wait with Maria for well over an hour making small talk with her and finding I actually do like her even with what she has done to me. I see though that Maria is fidgeting more as each minute drags on, I’m guessing she was expecting either Sandra or Mike to have returned by now.
“This is taking longer than usual between them, you wait here I’m going to try and see what is happening”
I sat behind my desk in the security office, watching the monitors. Nightshift was always my favorite shift. The seventeen story building that my company provided security for was prettymuch empty by five o clock in the afternoon. By the time I came to work-- geared up in my uniform shirt, tin badge, and utility belt-- the place was a ghost town. Front doors were locked, and aside from a cleaning crew that came by as seven pm every night I had the building mostly to myself.
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE MIKE! I am your mistress, I owe you nothing and this is how you respect your mistress after I allowed you the treat of being the first to take Jonina and her virginal anal cherry, this how you thank me. WELL FUCK YOU!”
I see Sandra spin around and start walking out.
“Hey where are you off to, I haven’t finished yet, I said I want to own Jonina”
OOC: Way back in Nov 2012 I started a story, 11 months ago I last issued a chapter! Where does time go? So its probably time I updated Jonina’s story and offer my humble apologises for a long absence in progressing this story and anybody that was following it. I can’t believe it’s been eleven months since my last chapter hit the presses and over eighteen months since I started this tale! So here goes with the continuation of John to Jonina story part 24, I am already drafting up to part 28, so hopefully not so long to wait for the next instalments.
The driving instructor dropped me off at the main gate of the holiday centre. He commented that I should get as much practice in as I could if I had access to a car and someone who could sit with me. I told him that I didn't think that that would be a problem.
I walked back to the chalet to meet Star.
I found her packing all of our things into bags and cases.
"You can start taking these to your car, we'll have to make more than one trip, but we'll come back in one of Daddy's cars. They have more room."
The problem with girls, thought Luke, is that they just won’t co-operate and let you do what you want to do to them. At least, that was his experience with Vicky, and he imagined that it was the same with other girls. Girls should let their boyfriends do whatever they wanted with them was his philosophy. He and Vicky had been ‘an item’, as he put it, for almost seven years, and not once had she allowed him to kiss her properly. Sure, she would let him kiss her on the lips, but tongues? No way!
"It'll be strange to be living back at home again after all of this time living in a chalet."
"It'll be strange living in a house this size, my home is not much bigger than a chalet."
We were talking as Star showed me the way to her rooms in the east wing. Apparently the west wing was purely guest rooms, the main house was where her parents lived and the east wing was where she and her brothers were housed when they were staying..
"Your father said to move our things into your rooms, how many rooms?"
Mr. Johnson's big fat cock wasn't more than an inch away from my face as I stared up at him from down on my knees. His wife was nearby, camera in hand, there to document my night of feminization and submission, and add to it of course. All I can smell is the manly odor irradiating from his eight inch dick as it hangs in my face, ready to be serviced by a young sissy girl. I almost felt unconscious as I knelt in front of the muscular man, feeling so small and weak in comparison. My clit twitched in its chastity cage as his cock slowly began to slip between my painted lips.
Part four is the trial and sentencing of Colonel Saguro for his war crimes. He is found guilty and sentenced to "Death of Personality" but instead pleas to "Voluntary" conversion which lets her retain her mental skills as well as memory of who she was and who she will be.
This is a short chapter that details the fate of Camp Debauch and the new life ahead for Kendi Saguro. All future parts cover his trial and the conversion process from War Criminal to eventual Heroine of the Empire.
As mentioned in Part 1, Colonel Kendi Saguro, is now assigned to be the commandant of a terminal labor camp. He is currently en route with his charges and dreams of the profit he will make. However he is skillfully manipulated by his advisory Lady Cassandra Volkberg to make it into a light labor and pleasure camp where the prisoners although sex-slaves will not be killed or abused.
This is the first of several parts of the forced transformation of a brilliant but ruthless commander who enjoys abusing women, both ciswomen and transwomen.
Part one is designed to establish what real jerk Kendi Saguro is. Part 2 and 3 also will occur before his capture and just punishment. The backstory to the events is a decades long war between the hyper chauvinistic and ruthless Mathematica Conglomerate of Incorporated Systems against the near single gender matriarchal society of the Glorious Empire of Amazonia,
I count them as I enter the room. Fourteen? So many? Are all enrollment classes so large? Adorable but awkward in their baby doll dresses and makeup. They're also frightened, angry and unpredictable. Dangerous. Their collars are chained together and they're handcuffed, but I'm not taking any chances. I discreetly affirm that all their restraints are properly fastened.
My life had fallen into a horribly predictable pattern after my arrest. For hours, perhaps days at a time, I would be strapped into a chair and drugged-- forced to watch an endless stream of images flash across a flat screen television. Headphones placed over my ears would blare messages, mixed with the sounds of women orgasming. A mantra would repeat over and over until it swirled in my head. "I live to obey, I love to suck cock, I am a sexy girl.." All the while a machine was strapped to my groin, arousing me. Taking me to the very edge of orgasm, and then shutting off.
The two Amazons forced me to my knees in front of the Queen's throne. The whole thing was surreal. In front of me, perched on her throne with one leg crossed over the other, was Queen Vicki. Her hair was jet black and pulled in a pony tail behind her. Her face was immaculately made up with eyeshadow and a lipstick that made her plump lips shimmer. A slit in her small skirt gave a very flattering view of her legs, which were clad in stockings and capped in shiny black stilleto heels. Her breasts were covered, but visible through a sheer black bra. I could clearly see her nipples.
Home alone Mistress (Wife) & Sir (Her BF of 6 years) are out and about visiting, allowing there sissy her monthly 1 day off, time for sissy to sit looking out at the world on a rainy afternoon with my sissy cock uncaged just thinking of the day 5 years & 2 months ago that my life changed forever. Instead of just thinking I decided to put it down in words.
I had decided to drop into a bar just to relax after a hard day in the office. I had been dealing with some fairly influential people and they always cause stress. The only saving part of the whole process was knowing I was in some sexy lingerie with panties and bra matching. Just before I left my office for the night I slipped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of shorts and golf shirt admired myself in my wonderful lingerie and slipped on a pair of summer sandals and headed for the bar.
It didn’t matter to me that we were both naked as we ascended the staircase, hand in hand, to our bedroom. Why should it bother me? Beach was down in the cellar with Alice, my chauffeur had his own cottage elsewhere on my estate, and so there was nobody else in the house to disturb us. I could see, from her pert nipples, that Rachael was still aroused after our session in the cellar, possibly in anticipation of pleasure yet to come, or possibly from seeing Alice humiliated by Beach in exactly the same way that Alistair had humiliated her in his office.
My biggest mistake …..Continued Chapter 3
The next week.
I woke up with a start and realized I had fallen asleep on the sofa after Brooke had dropped me off. My ass still hurt and burned as I had no idea how many times I had been fucked the night before, definitely more than just a few, for some reason my mind had just shut down and my body took over.
Although I’d been turned on at the sight of Rachael’s pussy lips when she was bent over in my erstwhile husband’s office, I had not enjoyed watching him fucking her. But now that we were both naked, I was determined to kiss those delicious lips and enjoy the taste of her sweet pussy while my soon-to-be-feminised husband, Alice, looked on as she suffered the indignity of being face fucked by Beach, my butler. Her muffled cries and gasps as Beach’s cock slid through her ring gag were really turning me on, so much so that I could feel the moisture running from my pussy down my legs.
This actually just happened and I have no idea where it is going, I will keep you informed as it moves forward.
I work from home and as with many of you I enjoy wearing women’s clothes and being as much of a woman as I can but since I am married I have to be careful.
My wife works late some evenings and she visits family several days a month, which is located out of town and those are the times when I can be who I want to be and enjoy an afternoon or night to myself.
Selina was her name at the moment. She was not a nice person. She had not had a nice life. If diagnosed by a therapist she may be a psychopath or possibly a sociopath but never ever nice. Oh she put up a charming facade but underneath she was hateful of all. She had reason to be. She grew up as a frail little boy being teased,beaten and tormented in many a foster home through the first sixteen years of her life. She dressed to escape and when caught was tormented all the more. She ran away for the last time and began working the streets.
Another uneventful day tidying up after holiday makers and I was just about ready to scream.
When Star showed up and we were going to the restaurant I said to her in a low voice "Why are all of the people who come here such muppets, they can't even pick up a spoon from the floor but they can and do go to get another one. Or the ones who put their tray away but leave everything else on the table, sometimes even their own things, like wallets and phones."
Once I was naked and on my knees in front of Lucretia, the process seemed to take on a life of its own. It almost was like I was watching myself as I begged to be made submissive and obedient. As I explained why I should be forced to look and behave as a female. And although I was frightened and weeping uncontrollably, I was at the same time unbelievably excited. The realization settled over me like a shadow that somehow this was exactly what I wanted.
When I thought nothing could possibly make my predicament worse, Lucretia found a way to make it catastrophic. In order to prevent her from releasing the videos that would destroy me, she demanded that I become her sissy servant. Moreover, she insisted I agree to her terms immediately. Any hint of hesitation would be interpreted as a lack of cooperation and I sensed she would take genuine pleasure in publishing those videos. I was left with no choice. Weeping uncontrollably, I stripped off my clothes, knelt in front of her and pleaded, "Please turn me into your obedient sissy, Lucretia.
Well here I was at home wearing pink stockings pink thong a black unpadded lacy bra (this is my favourite bra as I can wear it under a jumper I own and it doesn't show)
and a black suspenders belt playing with my self and about to worship the 9 inch dildo I have when I felt the urge to have a drink so I put on a pair of jeans and a jumper
And a pair of trainers and wondered into town it was a week night about 10 pm,
I was completely immobilized by my predicament. My mother-in-law not only knew the details of what should have been my most closely-guarded secrets, she was also in possession of several hours of video evidence that left no doubt that she wasn't bluffing. I was incapable of any response other than to tremble and weep. And to beg. "Please don't make those videos public, Lucretia. I'll do anything you ask if you promise not to publish them." I could not begin to imagine how devastating it would be for me if those horrible things were made public.
She would have been on my MILF list if I had not known her so well. Way up near the top. For a woman of a generation older than my own, she was exquisite. Intelligent, statuesque, impeccably groomed, she had it all. I confess that she had entered my fantasies more than a few times. Trouble was, she was also my mother-in-law and I knew she could be the perfect bitch.
I woke up feeling as if a hamster had died in my mouth, but I didn't move as I could feel Star's loving arms around me and that helped with the pain from the hammer in my head. eventually I had to move, I had to get rid of what I'd drunk last night.
When I looked in the bathroom mirror I was surprised that I didn't have a furry tongue, but the taste in my mouth was definitely improved by the toothpaste.
I awoke the next morning and found that Star was cuddling me from behind. What had woken me was her playing with my nipple rings, my nipples were erect and from the feeling in my groin I'm sure I was wet down there. This was confirmed mere seconds later when Star moved one of her hands and started playing with my shemale clitty.
The next morning after my shower I realized it was going to be a hot day and decided, as I wasn't allowed shorts, I would wear just my tartan mini skirt and a sports bra. A pair of three inch heeled sandals completed my outfit. To cover my modesty I slipped on a black lace thong, a quick flick over the eyes with eyeliner and mascara, a dab of lippy and after a spritz of eau de toilet I was ready for work.
The pretty Asian nurse entered and took only a few moments to take an inventory of her surroundings. Then in a gesture I found utterly charming, she touched her sternum, smiled and said softly , a phrase that to me sounded like, "No eeng greese." It only took me an instantnt for me to understand that she was telling me that there was a language barrier. We wouldn't be able to communicate verbally unless I suddenly received the gift of tongues from the Holy Ghost. I wasn't counting on that.
Did I describe our Friday night lovemaking clearly? On Friday night I make my lover listen to a vivid description of the next humiliations he will be made to endure, as I bring him gently and lovingly to his orgasm. I never want him to be taken by surprise by our BDSM play. If I intend to spank him, he has been told that he is to receive a spanking at least one week prior. Our Friday preliminaries have become one of our favorite activities. Once it became clear that we were establishing ourselves in dominant as is submissive roles, Tommy is put into light bondage for these sessions.
"Something that you don't know, Da.. Jade." Said Becky. "There was a trust fund set up when dad died for his children, he knew you were coming, even if he didn't know what you were going to be. It was set up so that it pays out on your twenty first birthday or when you marry. It's not huge, about twenty thousand, but it will set you two up in a place of your own."
"We can find you an inexpensive wardrobe at the thrift stores, start your makeover as soon as we get home from work on Friday afternoon and spend the whole weekend being girlfriends. Girlfriends with benefits. "Oh, my gosh! Thinking about making love to you when you're a girl is making me so excited I can hardly stand it!"
I was excited and so was Thomas. His response to my description of our upcoming sex play was my signal to continue the game or to back off a little bit.
The rain was blowing sideways as the brooding and angry thunder clouds flashed their rage over the city. She could feel the dirty cold water squishing up between her toes as she ran through the slick grass. The rain stung her skin as the wind threatened to push her back with each desperate step. She could make out the skyline of the city against the dark clouds. The well lit buildings standing thin and tall like ghostly fingers clawing at the sky.
So I found myself in the middle of town, in a busy shopping mall, dressed in a short skirt, little top, bra, panties and high heeled court shoes, shopping for girl clothes for me, and I found I wasn't nervous anymore, I was excited. I couldn't wait to find out where Star was going to take me first.
"Well, here we are, what do you want to buy first?" Star asked.
"What? Oh! Erm... Well you said an LBD was an essential, so why don't we do the essentials first?" I replied.
I think I had been here for nearly a year when this incident occurred. I was kidnapped. Hood pulled over my head, pushed into a vehicle, driven to a place whose location is a mystery, the whole routine. Except instead of being the cool, calculating hero from the movies, I was the terrified victim, crying, begging and wetting myself. I'm sure my mother-in-law was somehow responsible, but it has been impossible, since my abduction, to know anything for certain. Except that I'm not allowed to leave.
Back at the chalet Star said "Go have a quick shower, keep your hair dry we don't have time to style it tonight."
I came out of the shower and threw on our bathrobe whilst Star finished her make-up. I was still worried about ID, how was I going to get into a club. When she had finished she said "Come here and sit down facing me, I'm going to do your face for you for tonight, then we'll be half way to getting you in the club."
"Arm binders, dear. You're in level 2 bondage today and you know why. " I turned my back to Miss Marilyn and allowed her to begin immobilizing my arms in those horrible restraints. I also expected to be hobbled at the ankles and gagged. The leash was a given. My punishment for pretending I thought I should be working in the laundry room when a uniquely loathsome client was scheduled in my appointment book. So this morning, I had finished my hair and makeup, put on the seductive lingerie that had been set out for me and presented myself to Miss Marilyn, as ordered.
Every imaginable variety of sissy can be viewed at this convention, of course. This makes people watching the number one spectator sport, and it doesn't cost a dime, once you're inside. (Actually, hanging around one of the entrances watching the crowd arrive makes for a pretty good show in itself.) In past years, the new sissies fascinated me the most. The ones who were being put on display for the very first time. The ones who hadn't completed their first year as sissies. Many of them hardly feminized beyond what they were wearing.
I awoke the next morning feeling great. I may have lost all of my possessions but I had a girlfriend who loved me and I was having the best sex I could imagine. If she was little kinky I didn't mind, I was having fun.
I slipped out of bed and put the kettle on for morning tea. Star stirred at the noise the kettle was making and getting up went to the bathroom. I took the tea back to the bed whilst Star was showering. She came our looking far more alert than when she went in.