This was a nightmare. It was just impossible. There was not a trace of a doubt in my mind that this vicious little band that my wife and her friend had snapped around my scrotum was the real thing . I would be castrated if it was left in place much longer. And in my panic, I had already listened to myself agreeing to an outrageous litany of demands these two women had been making . Let's see... I had agreed to submit to an "aggressive " schedule of hormone treatments.
Dear Miss Melody:
After addicting my boyfriend to humiliation and submissiveness, she agreed to begin grooming herself and behaving as a female. Her name is now Sally Anne. But to my consternation, after about 3 months in panties, she seems to be suggesting that she should be allowed to revert to her masculine persona, at least once in awhile. When I attempt to explain, softly and lovingly, that she is a permanent sissy now, she responds by pouting and arguing. What must I do to bring back the humble, obedient girl that I love?
"There. Now you're castrated. Or you will be a few hours from now when that little band has had time to strangle your testicles to death. I'm told you might have about two hours before it does irreversible damage, so now we can begin our negotiations. You can tell me what you're willing to do to keep your balls. But you should know there are only two possible outcomes for you. You can cooperate with me and agree to become my pet sissy, or you can defy me, in which case you'll become my castrated pet sissy. Are we clear on the parameters here?
As soon as I finished sucking the last of the spunk-filled condoms, Viv came up behind me to fasten the pink Barbie collar around my neck, followed by the wrist cuffs. She lifted each of my arms in turn and fastened them to the collar. I felt completely helpless and unable to do anything to resist.
“Stand up, Pamela-Jayne, and bend over with your legs spread,” Viv commanded me.
I’d always been interested in electronics. As a young girl, I took great pleasure in taking electronic gadgets apart to try to discover their secrets before re-assembling them. I soon learned how to make my own improvements to their functionality, and eventually began to make my own simple gadgets. The first of these was a snooper device which allowed me to eavesdrop on conversations in other parts of our house.
I watch helpless as the girl picks up some small clips and all sorts of thoughts go through me, she’s going to torture me in some way being the highest on the list! Didn’t that bloke say for her to behave herself with me!
I lose sight of her behind me, and feel my hair being fiddled with and then the snap of the clips, hair clips, oh that’s a relief, but why?
We left Mr Thomas’ office and walked towards the lift. Viv looked back at me as I stumbled along in my heels. I still hadn’t got used to wearing them, and I struggled to remain upright as I walked. At the lift, Viv signalled to me to press the button to summon it. When it arrived, Viv entered first with me following behind her. I pressed for the ground floor and watched the doors close.
“Who told you that we were going to the ground floor?” she asked.
“Well, Mistress, I just assumed that we……….” She cut me off in mid sentence.
*This was my first story, it was originally posted on Fictionmania in two parts. The image is a commission by
Sandybelldf, http://sandybelldf.deviantart.com/ and belongs to me. All characters are a work of fiction. Enjoy!
Kidnapped Porn Slave
It all started 2 years ago. I was 22 and had no job, not too many friends and very little money.
I had only had a couple of girlfriends over the years, and so I was pretty horny most of the time, that is how I got into the situation I'm
Three days ago I would not have done this, walking down the street in broad daylight as a girl! However things have changed, I am no longer in charge of my destiny and to all intents and purposes I know I look like a real girl now.
Why had I told the sales assistant that I wanted to have another condom filled when I hated having to do it? I couldn’t believe quite how eagerly I’d said ‘yes please’. Why had I been so eager? It would mean that I would have to put another condom on another cock and then clean that cock with my tongue afterwards. And all the time, that infernal vibrator would be milking me into my panties which I’d also have to clean again.
Feeling more miserable than I’d ever felt and looking like a real slutty hooker in my red bra, semi-transparent white blouse, black fishnet stockings held up by a red suspender belt the straps of which were clearly visible as they protruded below the miniscule black skirt, I stumbled to the door of the shop in my seven inch heels. Although I’d loathed having to service the two shemales in the shop, I was petrified by the idea of having to approach several male sales assistants in a department store and persuade them to fill the condoms which Viv had just given me.
My Mistress Jaclean arrives home from work early, and Jessica has not properly readied herself for Her; the house is a mess, and Jessica is only in her bra, panties, stockings, and high heels, lying on the sofa drinking a gin & tonic. Mistress Jaclean is angry, and Jessica jumps off the sofa and starts to grovel at her Mistress Jaclean’s feet, but it isn't good enough.
Sissy Jessica just received a message from her Mistress to prepare herself to have her sissy pussy thoroughly used tonight. Having completely fallen under the spell of her loving Mistress, Jessica was powerless but to obey her every command. So Jessica finished her chores and cleaned the house for her Mistress to inspect.
Finally, home alone with no one to bother me, as I am a sophisticated 11-year old with younger siblings, it is good to enjoy the silence. As I sit reading my favorite superhero comic book “The Brave and The Bold” (which as us aficionado’s all know became the Super Friends and then The Justice League), I marvel at how beautiful, powerful and absolutely gorgeous Wonder Woman is…I dream of how her sexy tights, blue starred panties and red and gold corset pushing up her breasts with her hair cascading down gently upon them would look like on me!
You love the apartment. "It costs an arm and a leg in rent" I tell you. "I honestly couldn't afford it before, but I so wanted it when I took it on. I thought, if I get a year's luxury, it will be worth it! But now, with my promotion, I can easily afford it. I'm keeping it!"
I'm suddenly horrified! We're driving along my road, It's 30 seconds until we pull in to my residents' parking area. Can't finish this now - I withdraw my hand and give Sophie a sweet kiss on the cheek - "We're here, darling." She smiles, I smile, and the car pulls up. As Robert comes to open the doors, we look at him quite sheepishly! Oh well, I suppose he's seen it all before - butlers, chauffeurs, they see a lot!
We make our way back to the bar, and wind our way through the dancers towards the exit. As we pass the two gorgeous girls, one of them turns to you, puts her hand on your shoulder and says "Goodnight honey." Smiles all round! We've made two new friends there without even meeting them. Another time, perhaps?
Through Lexi’s Eyes
.....sitting, holding, just looking at each other, the music carrying the other dancers round and round, and the other two gorgeous girls are dancing past us, holding each other so close, so lovingly, and so much reflecting the feelings we have for each other. One of them catches my eye and gives me such a knowing smile - knowing that we have both found what we have been searching for all of our lives!
I’d just been humiliated into performing oral sex with Vanda, a shemale, and had been forced to swallow her foul tasting cum. I don’t know why I’d been so willing to suck her cock when I hated the taste of spunk so much. All I knew was that for some unknown reason, I was unable to refuse, and that inability was more than I could bear. I started to cry because I was utterly ashamed of myself. I was even more ashamed of myself when I realised that crying like that was a real girlie thing, and, of course, that’s exactly what I’d been forced to become…..a girl.
.....and then suddenly I'm beside you, holding you in my arms, our bodies so close they just fit - red and black together, round the dance floor - I can't even hear the music - I can't see anyone else there - it's just you and me. Oh - the feel of your soft breasts against mine, with your pert nipples momentarily brushing mine, your sweet breath on my cheek, and..... that perfume..... hold me, hold me......
I didn’t want anything injected into my body no matter what it was and I certainly didn’t want to be transformed into anything else. Since childhood, I’d had a pathological dislike of needles and injections, and that dislike certainly hadn’t diminished in adulthood.
“Lift each foot in turn so that I can unlock your heels, girl. I know you adore your new heels, but you can’t wear them in the shower.”
Not sure where this is going or if I will write any more:
In the warm summer evening the garden was ablaze with light; lamps were hung in the trees and lanterns had been strung between the marquees. Through this idyllic setting guests strolled, glass in hand - mingling, chatting and taking time to admire each other's outfits and masks.
How have I been conditioned, and for what have I been conditioned? All I could recall was that this Mistress Hypnos was talking to me softly, and suddenly she shouted for me to wake up. But, although she’d been talking to me, I could neither remember what she was saying to me nor falling asleep.
“Maid training?” I screamed, looking at Viv incredulously. “What do you mean, sissy maid training.”
“Well, you didn’t expect to stay here rent free, did you? Now that you’ve resigned from your job, you’ve got to earn your living somehow, so we decided that you could become our maid. Richard and I are going to enjoy training you, although you may not like it so much,” she gave a wicked grin.
Through Lexi’s Eyes
Our meal finishes all too quickly, and you - you naughty girl - you are getting me soaking wet with your naughty antics - stop it - I like it! I really must go to the ladies room, wipe myself down with some wet wipes I brought, and change my panties. I didn't wear the new black and red ones with the little bow - I've got them in my bag for later!
I awoke, feeling confused, I'd been dreaming and I don't usually remember my dreams.
This dream was different, it felt so real, the last time I had dreams like this was during puberty. Now I know erotic dreams are quite normal for a pubescent boy, but I was nearly thirty now, well passed that stage, besides those dreams had stopped after my first sexual encounter. I was still fond of Jackie, you never forget your first, even though we only saw each other every couple of years, but I'm rambling.
Half an hour passes just like that! We are so comfortable together now. I wish this wouldn't end! The barman tells us our table is now ready in the restaurant, and escorts us up to it. On the way up, he tells us about The Cruz -
The trip to the Cruz was a novel experience for me. I was with a woman. I was being treated like a woman. I was being treated as an equal – not a sex slave.
I loved this girl so. This encounter was so different to the time that I met my old rival after I had first been modified and trained as the woman that I now am. I’ll have to tell you about that story one day.
Handcuffed to the bed, I found it impossible to change my sleeping position, impossible to stroke myself to the orgasm I so desperately needed, and so I resigned myself to trying to get some sleep while lying on my back. The butt plug continued to vibrate inside me which had me in a permanent state of arousal and the panty liner which Viv had placed inside my panties was sopping wet with pre-cum. The combination of all these factors meant that I had very little sleep that night, and so I had time to reflect on the circumstances leading up to, and culminating in, my current predicament.
Now that my mistress has trained me and has forced me in to my sissy girlie uniform , I must wear each day I have promised to become more feminine and Girly each day plus my payment will be wearing my lacy feminine undies all the time .
If I fail my duties I will be punished by being made to take ice cold baths and not be allowed to wear any makeup ,lip stick or nail varnish for two days .
I must be examined each day by matron/mistress to ensure my white pleated short dresses are clean and that my girlie undies are fresh and sparkling .
I was thoroughly humiliated. I’d had to taste and swallow Richard’s spunk as I was forced to suck his cock. I’d had to lick and suck his spunk from within Viv’s pussy after he’d fucked her. Then, to top it all, I’d had to endure Viv’s hand pumping my cock until I’d cum, and she’d fed my own spunk to me. It felt as if my cock was swollen after her assault on it. It was so painful.
“Spread your legs, Pamela-Jayne,” Viv ordered.
I was too tired to argue with her. I spread my legs as wide as I could. Viv grabbed hold of my ankles and pushed them up over my head.
I have attained something of reputation as a dominatrix in the circles I inhabit. A reputation earned by an exhaustive study of my craft and exacting attention to detail. A reputation which allows me to live very comfortably, thank you, each year devoting fewer hours to my second career as an investment banker. It has become painfully clear to me that young couples that wish to sample the exquisite delights of BDSM understand almost nothing about spanking and moreover, have no idea where to turn for enlightenment. Heed me, adventurous young lovers.
*** WARNING: This is a fictional, erotic story that concentrates heavily on a specific sexual fetish (abduction scenario; forcibly being put to sleep with Chloroform) which may not be to the liking of everybody. I don't intend to insult, offend or degrade anybody with the contents of the story – I'm just having fun to live out my sexual fantasies inside an erotic story and give you the opportunity to read it if you like. So, anybody who doesn't like what I'm writing about should just go elsewhere to find topics they like. Nobody's forced to read it!
Sex dolls. An adult-oriented product riddled with stereotypes. You see, not all of them are those half-assed, crappy renditions of the human form made out of vinyl that people bring to life with a bicycle pump. The most expensive products to come out of the industry; your "love dolls" are almost disturbing, having meticulously proportioned facial features and are almost infinitely customisable by both the manufacturer and the customer.
Long story short? They're pretty damn lifelike. Some more so than others...