I confess you that I would like to become a sissy slave,
totally dominated by a Master, mind, heart and body..
if you have the same taste than mine.. don't miss this hot tale..
a slow transformation trip.. to become a beautiful feminized sissy
Enjoy! ;))
Anna Malice
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Becoming a Sissy Slave II
So, here I was, waiting in the back corner of the garage, the door to the empty bay open. The night light illuminating the front reaches of the garage. The garage lights were off. Instead, in the shadow of the corner, I waited for him to come.
Nearly a year ago I had met Master Cock on-line. This was a unique chat room, one where submissive wannabe transvestites could meet dominant men for on-line fantasy eroticism. I had been coming to this site for a few months while enjoying wearing panties and a bra, talking with dominant men and masturbating. Often I would put my small cock (then it was nearly 4 inches but has shrunk since the hormones) down between my legs and rub as if it was a pussy clit.
Anyhow, it seemed to be enough for my hidden thoughts. I grew up a bit slight for a male (5'5") and was almost hairless on my body. Although I had sex with girls while a teenager I often day dreamed of being the one hunted and not the hunter. It was a strain trying to be masculine with my dates when I wanted to be submissive. I thought I'd eventually find the right girl who understood but instead dating went from seldom to never. Now that I was 26, all I was doing sexually was visiting this chat room, buying some feminine clothes and strutting around my house in the closet, so to speak. I had stopped dating altogether nearly a year before this and could only ejaculate while thinking of being used by a man or a group of men. I had a pair of high heels and loved wearing them. I had actually gotten quite good at walking and swaying. I also had a small amount of make-up. You know, like lipstick, stick on nails etc.
Already over the months in this chat room I had virtually submitted to several men. (I know what you're thinking. Who knows whether they were men or boys or whatever.) It didn't matter because in my mind they were men. They were big men, masculine men and they came in black and white, fat and lanky. As I said, I am sexually submissive with a desire to be used and abused. At least my on-line persona enjoyed this to many strong orgasms. Whether I was willing to go further was about to be tested.
So, in October of 2005, I was on-line. My 'nom de net' was Prissy. I liked the name since it sounded like Sissy which is the way I think of myself. Around 8pm that night someone (who as you've guessed is Master Cock) told me to join him in a private chat. During the next week I opened up completely to him. Telling him all my private thoughts and those things I had no interest in (more on this later.) By the end of the week I was already beginning to submit to his words. I would quiver waiting for him to come on-line. He always demanded I be there waiting and he was always late by a different amount of time each encounter.
There on the screen, that Friday night, were the words, "Do you know what a web cam is?"
Of course I knew but I had not bought one. I wanted the anonymity the chat rooms afforded. But, at that instant I knew I was moving into uncharted waters when I answered, "Yes Master Cock."
By Saturday night the web cam was set up and I waited for him to come on line. I waited nearly 40 minutes and thought as the time passed, "What am I doing and where will this lead?" After a half hour I thought he wouldn't come at all and everything had just been a hoax. I said to myself I would wait until a full hour was up and that was all. Perhaps that was the last dominant thought I would have from that point on.
When he came into the chat room he signaled me to turn on the camera. He did not reciprocate. I was wearing only pink panties and matching bra but I had not done anything else feminine; no nails and no make-up. My light brown hair was a bit long but nothing feminine. For a little while he didn't say anything as I sat in front of the camera with the red light blinking wondering what he was thinking. I was nervous, afraid and excited all at the same time.
After what seemed like an eternity he typed the following, "you are quite pretty. From now on you will always be fully feminine when you come on line and when I think you are a good little cunt I will let you see me. You will do what I ask without question. If not, I'll be gone and this will be over. If you do well then perhaps all your dreams will come true. I want you to practice your voice to become as feminine as you can because we will add audio to our little journey soon. From now on you are a cunt to be used by me in any way that pleases me. Your pussy is for me to use as I see fit. Do you understand?"
I answered quivering, "Yes Master Cock."
"Good, from this day forward you will wear panties only whether you are inside and outside your home. Tomorrow buy enough panties to last you and throw out any male underwear you have. You are a cunt and your cunt should be covered with panties and only satin panties. And from now on when you go to the bathroom you will sit to pee. Cunts pee and make poopy. You will call your clit a tee-tee like any girl would do. You will no longer buy any magazines other than girl magazines and you will eat like a girl. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Cock," I typed erratically.
"Good, be a cunt every moment you can. You must always think like the submissive little cunt you are. The sooner you become that cunt the sooner you will be ready for what you have desired for so long," he replied. "Oh, buy a short nightgown to sleep in. Learn to keep your nails nice. Use an emery board"
Over the next month we started getting on line much more frequently. I had become so overpowered with this whole thing I had actually given him my real name and address. When I told him I worked from home he told me to let my hair grow long and when I went out I could wear in a pony tail. (When it finally grew out over the months it never looked manly when I went out. I could feel the eyes of people but I didn't care.) Master Cock would send me pictures of clothes he liked and if I could afford them to buy them and wear them. So, by the end of that month I had two outfits. One was a short plaid pleated skirt with white cotton blouse and white knee high stockings with black Mary Jane shoes Under the skirt I wore white satin boy shorts (those are girl frilly panties for those of you that don't know) and a white training bra.
The other outfit was a short red dress that I bought from Frederick's of Hollywood. I had matching red stockings with garters. Master Cock didn't like pantyhose. And of course my pink panties and matching bra I wore with this and red heels.
I had spent nearly $1,000 on all of this so far but I had plenty of money and I was enjoying myself. What else did I have to spend it on? By this time Master Cock controlled every orgasm I had. Sometimes he would watch me and other times he would tell me when and what I should be thinking.
At the end of about a month a small package arrived in the mail. When I opened the box there was a wrapped package inside and a note from Master Cock not open it and for me to email him of its arrival. Shortly after my email Master Cock instructed me, by email, to meet him on line that night with the package unopened by my side. I was to wear the school girl outfit I had bought.
This time he didn't make me wait more than a minute or so after the 8pm time he had designated. He asked if I had the package etc and then took my breath away when he said, "I am going to turn my web cam on now and you will be able to see me." A few moments later a little video screen opened on my computer and there he was. You'll be surprised, he wasn't some Adonis but instead was hairy and overweight (not humongous you terrible readers). He was a bit repulsive but he was my Master Cock and my thoughts fell instead on my submissiveness as I looked at him. He was definitely hairy and manly. He had already told me he was 6'3" but he looked like he weighed over 240 lbs. I on the other hand had been eating lightly over the month on the diet he had prescribed and was down to 138 lbs.
Master Cock told me, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out a limp cock that looked over 8" long hanging there; if I was ever going to get to suck it there were several things I would have to be do first and the package was the beginning. He said, "I should decide now whether to stop or go forward?" But once going forward if I objected to anything from this point on he would disappear. He didn't coerce me. Often I had imagined someone would have something on me and I would have to their bidding or else; such as stories about 'caught with consequences'. But, no, here I was making my own decision. Sealing my fate by my secret desires I meekly typed, "I agree Master Cock."
He then typed, "Prissy you are to get a 'mic' as soon as possible. We will talk as well as type from now on. And, now take out the package and unwrap it. But I want you to concentrate on my cock on the screen at the same time. From now on you will only look at my cock unless instructed otherwise. I will email you some pictures that you can frame and put up around the house. I'll tell you where. Now open the package and tell me what you see."
I unwrapped the package and saw a box inside. It was about 8 inches long and 2 inches on each side. I thought I knew what it was (and I know what you girls are thinking) but instead once it was opened I could see it was a large bottle of pills. I typed that I had opened the package and saw the bottle of pills. Master Cock asked, "Do you know what they are for?"
Of course my reply was, "No."
Master Cock then said, "You will never reply no and you will always use the respectful Master Cock when replying. Instead of no you will say things like, "will you tell me Master Cock etc. No is not in your vocabulary when speaking to men. As a cunt your reply is always willing. Either a yes or whatever you want Master Cock etc. Otherwise you will be punished. You will be spanked. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master Cock, I understand," I uttered. "Will you please tell me what the pills are for Master Cock?"
The words came over the screen as I saw him touch his cock. He typed, "They are female hormones. You are to take one with a meal each day. I will send you more before they run out. Over the months you will form small breasts. Probably an A cup if we are lucky. I don't want them any bigger. Only you and I will know. In time, when you are ready, we will meet."
Standing in the corner in my garage waiting for Master Cock to arrive I felt my tee-tee move a bit in my white panties. I was wearing that outfit with the short pleated skirt, white blouse, knee high stockings, Mary Jane's and my white boy panties and white demi bra. My hair was now nearly shoulder length, dyed blond and was styled very feminine with a plaid bow (matching my skirt) on the right where my part was. My finger and toe nails were manicured and painted red to match the red in my scotch pleated skirt. I was wearing Intrigue (perfume you men reading this.) I had a small bag packed. Master Cock had said all I needed was my makeup bag and tampons. Everything that I would need would be provided.
I now weighed about 132 lbs and my shape had curved a bit from the hormones and I now had small A cup breasts as Master Cock had predicted. I had small areola more masculine then feminine but my nipples were bigger and definitely female. It was 8:05pm, Friday, June 16, 2006. He was already 5 minutes past the time he had said for me to be ready. I was taking a three week vacation. I had informed the home office and they had assigned my accounts to another salesperson until I got back. It was a great job. I simply called accounts and they placed orders which the home office filled and I was paid. My time was mine. And a vacation was way overdue. I hadn't had one for nearly three years since I started working with them (where would I go by myself?) and I was one of the most productive salesmen (I guess now salesgirls). It made me think of my voice. The training and hormones had made it possible for me to sound between an alto and soprano. I didn't sound very masculine even before but now I could sound a bit passable.
My mind turned back to the time between the hormones and now. During this period I had become quite feminine in my manners. The hormones had helped but also the magazines, TV shows, food etc that Master Cock had picked out for me. Outside of work during this period he controlled all my other time. He had sent me a butt plug which I would wear to get use to what would happen when the time came. One time he had me watch as he masturbated and came. I couldn't believe how big his cock had grown. Nor could I believe the copious amount of cum he produced. It was over two tablespoons and maybe even three of white gobs of cum. This did not include his pre-cum. When I came I didn't even fill a teaspoon. I never knew until now the difference between myself and men.
After a few months he had me set up various web cams throughout my home and he had done the same. He would watch me when I went pee-pee and he would make me watch as he 'took a leak' or 'took a piss'. Once he filled a large 2 cup measuring cup with his pee. His pee was so dark yellow. It looked so strong. The diet I was on made my pee very light. The only liquids I was allowed was water and sometimes tea, a light green tea. One time he put a web cam in the toilet and peed right on it. What I saw was him peeing on me. He asked me what I thought. By then I had learned to say I was there to please him and if it pleased him it pleased me since I was his cunt girl.
When spring came he once came on-line and told me some friends of his wanted to look me over. He asked me if I minded. Actually he said, "Cunt, I have some men here that want to see my little pussy girl. Are you ready?"
What could I reply by now except, "Yes, Master Cock." All of my web cams were on but Master Cock and his friends were just in front of one. (He had turned off his others for this meeting.) I could only see the men from the neck down and they had their cocks out. There were about six of them in sight. The one to the right of Master Cock had a huge beer belly and a not so big cock (well compared to Master Cock's.) He looked like a beer drinker and I could see tattoos on his knuckles. Also I saw two black men with long dangling cocks. One was longer then Master's.
Master Cock said, "Hey pussy, show the men how you pee and after that show them what you do so your pussy doesn't leak. And when you walk, sway as if you have a bucket of cum in your pussy so the men can see how you jiggle.
By this time we had audio connected as well and after I peed I put a tampon in my ass, oops, I mean pussy. I walked back to the computer and turned and walked around. I noticed some of the penises were starting to straighten up. It was at that moment I thought I heard someone in the back say something like, "she'll do fine." A few days later I would learn what this all meant.
Of course what it meant was why I was standing in the garage. It was 8:15pm and the lights of a car turned into my driveway and the car slowly pulled into the garage. I trembled. I hadn't met Master Cock before. The only name I knew for him was Master Cock. I didn't know where he lived or anything else. The lights lit me up like a deer in the head lights.
Over the months he had emailed me pictures of him, his cock, his cum, his ass, his pee and had me print them out as 8"X10"s and frame them and put them up around the house where he said. By this time I didn't have anyone visit me anymore. More and more I just had groceries delivered and rarely went out. I guess I was a closet queen (joking). I was amazed how far I was going with all of this but I couldn't stop. If you knew how I felt you'd understand. If you don't you probably think I'm just weird. But the desire to be that submissive girl and this guy willing to fulfill the need took away all the boundaries. His cock picture was on my mirror in my bathroom and another on my vanity. He had told me to put the picture of him peeing in the large measuring cup on the wall opposite the toilet. And, several cum pictures were placed around my bedroom. One large gob of cum picture sat on night stand by the alarm clock. Master Cock allowed me to rub my clitty and cum as long as I was looking at one of these pictures. He had also sent me a small enema bulb and had me start (what he called douching my pussy) shooting a mixture of water and scent in my butt, holding it for at least 10 minutes while doing other things and then sitting down releasing it. It became part of my daily ritual.
Shortly after the scene with the men he talked with me one night (as I said we had audio then) about the future. He wanted me to be ready in June to go to his cabin for my vacation and to be his cabin slut. I was to expect friends of his would be there and for the first time he asked me, instead of telling me, if I had any reservations to "tell me now."
So I told him there were a few things I just couldn't tolerate. I said I didn't want any other girl or submissive to be there since I would be ashamed. (Can you believe that? But it was true.) I also was not into a few things like scat, cigarette burning, whipping, torture or any severe pain. He asked about spanking and I said I thought I could take a good hard one. He asked about caning and I said I wasn't sure how much I could take but it was ok as long as I wasn't being tortured by the cane. Nervously I told him any other reservations I had and he said these wishes would be resolved in an agreement which I would read on the drive to the cabin. If I was OK with the agreement I would sign it and we would continue to the cabin. If I wasn't then everything would end during the ride forever. But, Master Cock said, "Most submissives want to be in some control but in order to really be what he said I wanted to be, once I signed the agreement and we got to the cabin I would not be allowed to object to anything any male asked me to do that was not on the excluded list.
The car pulled up and stopped. Master Cock rolled down his window and said, "Prissy, put your suitcase in the back and get in." I followed his instructions and as the car backed out of the garaged I used the garage door opener and closed the door. As the garage door went down I could see my past as I now sat in the present wondering about my future.
The house looked dark and as the car pulled into the street I felt my old life completely slipping away. I was very nervous at this moment and then I heard Master Cock saying, "Here Prissy," and he handed me several pages of a typed agreement.
He continued, "Turn the reading light on and read it out loud as I drive. You should be aware there will be no changes. You will either accept this in its entirety or this escapade will end. When you are finished you will either have your last choice for the next two weeks or I will drive you back home to dream your life away..
"Contract between Master Cock and Prissy,"
This was heading. I began to read it out loud as the car drove away from my neighborhood. I seemed to read it slower then necessary both out of nervousness and because it was an important document. To me this was more than a very 'important document,' it was putting me on a course of action often dreamt of, but now almost real.
I read the following,
"As we have agreed there will be no other women on this trip at the cabin. There will be no scat. There will be no diapers. There will be no burning, candle wax, fire play. No whipping. No fisting. No asphyxiation. No electricity. No permanent tattoos. No needles. No torture, etc."
The car continued along. I was reading and not paying attention to what direction we were going. I continued,
"This is what is expected of you. You will be always be female in all your manners at all times. You will be expected to clean the house including the bathrooms. You will do all the laundry. You will keep kitchen clean and the dishes put away. You are expected to do every girly task there is. These will include cleaning the men's underwear by hand and other expecteds which you will learn. You will always keep your eyes on male genitals at all times. You will answer yes to everything unless given permission to say no. Otherwise the only answer other than yes will be 'whatever pleases you.' When you are spanked you are allowed to whimper or cry but you will not yell or scream. You will not swallow any deposits without permission. You will have bathroom behavior control (which means you will have to ask to go and you may or may not be given permission. A further understanding of this will be explained at the cabin.) Your diet will be controlled. You will only read what is in your room. You are expected to douche every morning (and when anyone tells you to)."
I looked up for a moment thinking about what this all meant. It wasn't much different then our net meetings but this was real. It was happening. As I looked out the window I noticed we were now on a dark country road. I wondered how long we had been driving. (Although the reading part is quite short in this story the time that had passed was much longer. Call it writer's largesse or believe what follows.) There were several reasons for this. One of which was when Master Cock asked me to repeat a sentence and then would ask me if I understood it. There was to be no misunderstanding. No chance to say I didn't understand.
We turned down a dirt road driving through a forest, I continued,
"You will keep your make-up fresh as often as possible. You will not wipe off semen until given permission but you may use perfume. You will not start a conversation and you will not act gleeful. You are the only sub and it is expected you understand that position. This means no laughter, giggling etc. You are expected to be used but you are not a part of the social gathering."
The car continued and the road seemed to end and we were driving on what looked like a forest floor and then into an open field. I hadn't noticed what kind of car this was but obviously it must have had four wheel drive as we drove up a rough field somewhere away from everywhere. The car came up to a moderate sized log cabin and stopped.
Master Cock said, "Well finish reading it now and then sign it. You can stop everything right now and I'll turn around and take you back. But then again you can finally do for real almost everything you've imagined and some things you haven't thought of. But at this moment, this is your last decision either way."
I looked down at the final part of the agreement and read,
"Finally, we promise that you will not be physically hurt in anyway and hopefully we will all have gotten what we wanted, pleasure, release and memories because memories are better than dreams."
Underneath it was signed Master Cock with the catch all phrase of "all those coming to the cabin over the next three weeks." To the right of Master Cock's signature there was a line with the name Prissy underneath for me to sign.
Master Cock turned and handed me a pen. I took it and because of the part of 'not being hurt and memories are better then dreams,' I signed it with a minimal amount of hesitation although I hadn't contemplated what the entire document would really mean until later. I just knew this would be the only time I'd ever have to turn my dreams to memories.
"Good," Master Cock said, "Now let's go in."
He got out of the car walked around to my side and opened the door for me. I felt so feminine but I also knew this may be the last time for any acts of chivalry for the next two weeks. He took my small suitcase and put his hand under my elbow and immediately I realized why. My heels began to penetrate the soft ground. I had to walk tippy toe to the steps.
As I began to walk up the steps Master Cock let go of my elbow and in nearly one motion put his hand up my skirt on my ass and put his finger in my crack. I nearly stumbled. I began to turn around and he pulled his hand back and slapped my ass hard and said, "You must not turn unless told to." and then slapped me again. I fell forward a bit on the last step but didn't fall down. My ass stung and we walked to the door and went inside.
Now, I know no one reading this wants to have the long story of what happened next so I'll try to make it as short as possible. Master Cock took my hand and walked me through the cabin. There was his room that had a queen size bed and private bathroom. There were two other bedrooms. They shared a bathroom outside there respective doors in the small hallway. Unusually there was no door on that bathroom and the toilet faced right out into the hall. A small enclosed shower, sink and mirror completed it. Each of these bedrooms had four bunk beds. And finally a small room with a single bed which was mine. In my room were a small vanity table, chair, side table, mirror and a closet. Inside the closet were various outfits including a mini skirted maid outfits (more than one). From what I could see all the other outfits were skirts or dresses with shoes under them. Master Cock said all my personal stuff would be in the vanity draws.
The hallway was very short maybe eight feet and opened into a large living room, kitchen and dining area. This area was completely opened. The kitchen had a bar countertop over looking the dining area. Three stools sat on the other side of the countertop and behind them was a large round dining table with six captain chairs. The set up looked like it could serve both dining and a card game. Especially since there were both a round holder of chips and a deck of card sitting on the table at this moment. The living room had a wrap around sofa, a fireplace with a plasma screen TV above it and other furniture. Off the kitchen was a door that opened to a small laundry area with another door that opened to the outside. This was definitely a well outfitted hunting or fishing lodge. A fully stocked bar was in one corner of the living room. The living room was large enough to accommodate the ping pong table which had a pool table underneath. On the ping pong table were four paddles and a ping-pong ball. There was plenty of room left in this large open area. So when you looked around you saw everything. Actually it was one giant log cabin room with a vaulted ceiling and the kitchen, dining area, recreational area and living room had just seemed to be placed in it.
"I'll be right back so why don't you look around," Master Cock said, as he went into his room.
So, as I walked into the living room I noticed a stack of magazines on the large coffee table in front of the sofa. They were all pornographic. I felt my inner thighs tremble again. Walking to the left of the fireplace and plasma screen I noticed a bookshelf filled with pornographic DVD's. Well I wasn't really surprised. I knew why I was here and I had seen these magazines before having watched numerous porn films some of which were with transvestites and transsexuals. (Don't act so surprised. You didn't think I was a mental virgin also. Did you?)
I walked into the kitchen and besides the refrigerator and pantry I didn't see where there was enough food for three weeks. (I would learn later there was another small provision cabin outside the door by the washer/dryer and also a clothes line out there as well among other discoveries.)
Just then Master Cock came out his shirt was on but he was naked from the waist down. Taken by surprise I had looked up.
"You're such a dumb blond cunt," he said as he grabbed my arm forcing me to bend over and with his other hand he lifted my skirt up and started whacking my ass. Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack.... while Master Cock said, "look you little pussy you are not to ever look at anything on any male except their cock unless told otherwise," and then Whack, Whack, Whack...I started sobbing with a little whimper as he let go of my arm and told me stand up.
As I stood up I made sure I kept my eye on his big cock. He was so much bigger and stronger then me that all of it had happened without my even having a chance to struggle. His smacks were full and my ass was stinging as he said; "Now you'll suck my cock and not swallow for one hour while you get yourself accustomed to your room. Tomorrow morning at 8am you will be on duty for the next three weeks. In your vanity draw is a booklet which will explain more of what is expected of you. But most you'll learn from the dvd's, listening and spankings."
Master Cock clicked his fingers and I went down on my knees and opened my mouth. So this was it I thought as he put his cock in my mouth, grabbing my ears and he started pumping my mouth like a pussy. As he did so he continued, "Now you'll remember when I want to fuck your mouth you'll just keep it open without any teeth touching my cock. If I feel a tooth you'll get a spanking after. No one is asking you to do anything but be a cum receptacle. If we want you to do something, we'll tell you."
Then he slapped my face and said "Lean your head back so my snake can go down your throat." I leaned back as best I could but I was gagging as his hardening cock pushed past the back of my throat. He didn't even care. He just held my ears and pulled me onto his cock as a tear fell from my eye hitting my stinging cheek. Before I knew it his balls were hitting my chin. Somehow his cock had gotten down my throat. I was trying to throw up but he kept his cock there. Breathing through my nose he continued fucking me. I didn't know if this was what I wanted or not but it didn't matter anymore since I had signed that papers. I didn't even know where I was or how I would leave if I could. And then he pulled his cock back out of my throat into my mouth and started spurting his cum. Load after load filled my mouth until he stopped and pulled out.
"Ok you little pussy bitch show me your reward," he snickered as I opened my mouth and showed him his deposit.
"Good, now down on all fours," he continued and of course I complied. He grabbed my hair and pulled me forward as I held the cum on my tongue my mouth closed. And, then he lifted my skirt up and spanked me five hard whacks. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
And then he let go of my hair and told me to walk on all fours like the bitch I was to my room and to remember this was just the beginning. Sobbing I went to my room like a dog and when I got in he closed the door. I stood up, sat down on my bed and cried. But with his cum on my tongue my tears just reminded me of what lay ahead. This was what I wanted, wasn't it, I asked myself? After about 10 minutes I went over to the vanity and opened up the drawers. The top left drawer was filled with various skimpy and colorful panties and matching bras. Some were thongs and others were bikini. All were satin.
The drawer below it was larger and contained garter belts. There were different colors matching the panties above. And finally the drawer below contained many sets of stockings of different colors as well.
On the top right was the booklet he had mentioned. In the title area it said, "Prissy's Book." I left it there sitting in the drawer. I closed the drawer and opened the drawer below. This was filled with various butt plugs, lubricants, cuffs and other things. And the drawer below that contained various collars and leashes. I shuddered.
I had known this might be the case and had even had a few orgasmic fantasies about such when I was at home. But the feeling when you are there, when it is real, is so much different than any fantasy. I got up and went to the closet. Inside there were several outfits but all of the maid's outfits had notes on them.
The first one said, "You will wear this tomorrow morning. Your book will explain what else you will wear."
On the floor in the corner of the closet was a stack of magazines. I picked some up and saw they were Glamour, Cosmopolitan etc. Also there were some porn magazines. Some of them were guys with girls. Some were guys with transvestites. And some were really nasty including a group about "water sports."
Next to the magazines was a box. I opened it and there was a note and a small DVD player and about a dozen DVD's. The DVD's didn't say what was on them but the note said I should watch them over the next week. I should watch the one marked ONE first and then another each night. I could see they were marked from one to twenty-one.
I took the box out of the closet and brought it near my bed. I looked at the alarm clock next to the bed and saw I still had about 15 minutes of keeping his cum in my mouth. The alarm clock sat on a small end table which had a lamp on it and three drawers. I opened the top drawer and there was an accordion file folder. In different compartments were those tattoos you could put on and they wouldn't come off for over a week or so. Some said 'cunt.' Others said "fill this up" or "urinal". And there were many others. More and more I realized the fact of signing. That now I was to be the submissive with no choice to say stop or I won't do that. And they had gotten around the 'no permanent tattoos' so easily it may me fearful about everything I just signed
The hour had finally passed and I started to try to swallow but I gagged a bit. So, I stopped for a little while composing myself and then Master Cock's cum slurped down my throat into my stomach. Getting up I picked up my makeup suitcase and brought it over to the vanity. I took out the booklet and looked for a nightgown or something to wear. Going back to the night table I opened the other draw and it was filled with skimpy teddy's and matching panties. Little frilly night gowns mingled with them. I took out the flimsy blue see through nightie, put in on, and saw it barely covered the top of my ass. I looked for a pair of bottoms but there were none. None of the nightwear had bottoms.
When I thought about washing up for bed I remembered the only bathroom was just outside my door to the right between the doors to the two bedrooms for guests. And now I remembered the door was missing and from now on I would have to use the same bathroom. I felt my neck fill with goose bumps. Next to the lamp was a box which said, 'Open This Now.' Inside was a butt plug and a note that I would wear this plug every night I slept in this bed.
the end
a great story; looking forward to the continuation
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