TransformationTransformationFran Avatar Damn, that hurts! And it stinks too! No escaping either of it. The painand the smell don’t seem to be affecting my cock though, my meat isrock hard. So’s my master’s, buried deep within me. He’s enjoying this.Probably more than I am – and I’m about on cloud nine! With every touchof that electrolysis wand I keep going further onto that cloud. Myreaction and the fact that it’s him who’s holding that damn thing iswhat’s keeping him hard inside me even with his moving around for anyfriction. Just the thought of it all. The thought of him making me hislittle bitch boy. The reality of him doing it and the fact that I’msubmitting to him and begging him to do it is what’s making me hardtoo.He’s got me nice and tightly strapped in here. Thanks to eBay, hepicked up a full-on medical exam table replete with stirrups andeverything. A little bit of extra attachments here and there and he hadhimself a full-on bondage medical exam table as well. Just the thingfor doing medical scenes, bondage scenes and medical bondage scenes.Also just the thing to strap down his little pussy boy and remove everyhair from his body. Just like he’s doing now. To me.He’s a kinky shit and so am I. We share the same kink and now we’redancing pretty far with it. He gets off on making his bottoms intosissies. I’m not his first and I won’t be his last. That’s OK with me.I’m loving every minute of the ride. When he’s done with me I’ll be apicture perfect little pussy boy sissy. That promise was enough to makemy dick hard from the first time he told me it was what he wanted to dowith me. You’d better believe I was down on my knees begging him for ittoo!We’ve been doing the dance for a while now. We’d found each otherthrough one of those online groups and began feeling each other outover time. Soon enough we did the facetime thing. He had me from theword go and we both knew it. He played with me a bit, keeping me atarm’s length for a while to see if I was really interested. He let mein gradually, bit by bit. This just served to whet my appetite. He knewthat and so did I.We played, conventionally, at first. The whole D/S thing. Standard gayboy SM stuff. I like that too. But what really gets my motor running iswhen he has me as his bitch. Frills and lace, lipstick and panties.That makes me damn near swoon! We played a couple of times like that.Too rarely for my tastes. Perfectly timed for his.Then he brought me to his place one night to show me his current toy.He’d been working on this pussy boy for some time and it showed. Acomplete sissy. He deliberately had me dress as full-on butch as Icould. The whole chaps, harness, boots, and motorcycle jacket bit. Ilooked good and I knew it. The contrast though was striking. He wasthere in his leathers, me in mine, and his little sissy was done up allin pink fluff. He had that little sissy serve us both the wholeevening. Dinner, drinks, discussing his past sissies, his present one,and his plans. My plans too. He had that little bitch parade around asa living breathing example of his power and of his skills. God, Iwanted to be in her shoes! I was jealous and I was envious.I wanted to rip off my leathers and wrap myself in those lacy things!Douche myself, pull on those nylons, do up my nails, and roll on thatlipstick so I could take the place of that little pansy. I wanted itbad. He knew that. So too did the pansy, after a bit at least. At firstthe little thing was apprehensive being around another man. Stillsomewhat new I guess. Or perhaps he’d just kept her all to himself. Thelittle trollop got over that quickly though. Especially at her master’sdirection. Soon she’d peeled me out of my leather jockstrap and waswrapping those glossed lips around my cock. This little sissy couldreally give good head!I looked down at her, all pink lace and chiffon, hair all done up, facelooking like some Vegas showgirl, feet jammed into some impossibly highfetish shoes, a thick chain collar around her throat with his heavypadlock snapped in place, her finger nails done up with a perfectFrench manicure, and her lips wrapped around my shaft. The look in hereyes was almost enough to make me cum right there. So submissive, socontent, so sensual. So hot! That was what I wanted. I wanted to bethis fetish fuck toy! I wanted to be right there, in lace, in nylons,in makeup and in service to my man.He just sat there and watched us. He watched us with this big shiteating grin on his face. He knew he had us both. He knew he’d trainedhis current pussy boy well and now had another pussy boy willinglyputting himself on the hook to be next. Oh yeah, very willingly.That I didn’t cum right then from that pansy’s velvet tongue wassomething of a miracle. That and the fact that he’d told me not to cum.Something of a test I guess. To see how well I followed his lead. Ifthis was the payoff for following that lead, then I’d happily followhim wherever he went!That night was fun. We eventually had that pussy boy taking turnssucking each of us. Then we went downstairs into his playroom and hehad the pansy attend us as he fucked my lights out for the rest of theevening. Oh, and he beat on me some too. Flogged me, poured wax on me,worked my nuts, you know, the usual SM stuff! All the while that littlepiece iskenderun escort of feminized fluff was right there in attendance for our needs.He even had some fun showing off how he’d chastised his little trollop.The sissy had a nice cock too. I wanted to suck on it but it was alltightly locked away in some clever plastic bondage cage. Plastic so thepussy boy could piss through it and not worry about getting it wet.Clever, that.As the night wore on, he showed me more and more of what he had createdwith that feminized submissive of his. Eventually he had that pussy boystripped down to just his corset, garters, and nylons. It was then thatI realized that sissy’s tits were real! I’d thought them due to the braor perhaps taping or something. Oh no, nothing so false. These werereal tits. Not large, mind you, but real enough. Perky little thingstoo! And those nipples! They were just made for nursing on andtweaking. Damn, that made my dick even harder! He liked that. I guessthat was just another part of his testing me.He told me that too. Later on. Some guys get all hot and bothered withthe fantasy but crap out when it comes to such a major step. When theysee the tits are for real they realize what sort of commitment thattakes. Some guys bail. Some don’t. I didn’t. So, he kept me.Eventually he shackled me down to his fucking bench. I came to lovethat thing. And then he had that pussy boy stand there in front of meso I could take him all in while my master plowed me like some newlyturned field. That really sent me over. I was getting wonderfullyfucked by this man at the same time I was taking in all of hishandiwork. This beautiful sex doll was standing there in front of meshowing me everything he had done to her. Everything he had done tohim. All the bits of feminizing. The pretty face, the hair, the body,the frills, the lace, the caged cock, and those tits. Oh yeah, I wantedall of that. I wanted to be in the place of that girly boy. And I’dgladly submit to the man who could do that with me. That night I camewithout ever touching my cock as he fucked me to a climax while I drankin the vision of his lovely feminized pussy boy.Even then, he still kept me waiting. Typical. Men! He still hadtraining to complete with that current girly boy toy. That and findingan appropriate place for his fetish creation to be placed. He wanted meto witness that as well. No illusions here at all. I knew that bysubmitting to him I would be following a very well worn track. That bybeing transformed by him that I would not be spending the rest of mydays with him. Once he’d feminized me to the maximum degree he’d bedone with me and off to his next conquest and transformation. I had toaccept that or else there’d be no point in his starting with me. So, hemade sure I saw it all from that point forward.Finally, as he was about done with that toy, he had me move in to hishouse. Now I could be even closer to him! I was eager for it and happyto be there. I knew he had me there also to help that current pansymake her exit. My being there served to reinforce her awareness of justhow soon she had to exit. Even though she too knew this going in itwasn’t easy for her. I could see why. In her shoes (and, oh, what shoesdid she have!) I wouldn’t want to leave this man either! Even from adistance I thrilled to the way he so effortlessly controlled me. Upclose and personal and in the midst of the transformation, well, hisdominance would be all the more awesome and all the harder to give up.The last two weeks of her being there though served to complete thecircle for her and start it for me. He had her start my teachings forbeing en femme full time. I’d been dressing for years so this wasn’t asmuch of a challenge as it could be. Not that it wasn’t a challenge nowthough! He was a strict son of a bitch and utterly remorseless when itcame to enforcing his rules. My ass learned that quickly!So it was that I was there in my house maid’s uniform when he wasfinally done with his current pussy boy. I was attending him, hispansy, and the man he’d found to hand her off to. I was at my bestbehavior as I wanted to make a good impression on my master, and I alsowanted her to have as good a goodbye as she could. I’d come to feel forthat little trollop as I knew I’d be in her place soon enough.For most of that afternoon it was as if I wasn’t there. At least notthere as an equal among them to be recognized. I served them in silenceand in the way I’d been taught so as to not bring any attention tomyself. This was not about me that afternoon but about him, and her,and her new master. I actually got off on that sort of service. Thatwas one of the reasons I’d made it that far. He knew that too.Soon enough she was gone. We’d both had our moment of goodbyes beforeher new master took her away. I was happy for her. I envied her. Shewas everything I wanted to be. Even in the sexy female business suither new master had her wear. She looked every bit the smartprofessional executive secretary she was now going to be for him. Atleast during the days and in the office. That is, when he didn’t haveher bent over his desk during his “private” conferences. At night she’dbe his mistress, his slave, his lover, and his servant. What a sweatdeal!Once the iskenderun escort bayan two of them drove off to her new future my master turned tome. He pulled me in close and gazed deep into my eyes. I trembled a bitat the power he radiated. He held me close, drew my face to his and hekissed me. Lightly at first and then with increasing passion. Histongue parted my painted lips and drove mine back. I remained passiveand receptive to his power – just as he’d taught me to be. We kissedlike that forever. We kissed like that for a moment. It didn’t matter.I loved every bit of it.He pulled away, brushed my hair back a bit, and told me “Your all minenow. Now is when I really start with you. Now is when your voyagebegins. Be good, be strong, submit to me, and I’ll make you every bitthe sissy you want to be. Every bit the sissy I want you to be. Submitto me and I will transform you into a perfect pussy boy sissy.”My knees were weak from hearing that. My dick spasmed with those words-even locked away in its chastity cage. It was all I could do to answerhim “Yes sir. I’ll be strong for you sir. I’ll submit totally to yousir. Please, take me!”He held me close again and then he kissed me again. Breaking away oncemore he told me to put away my maid’s uniform, change into my prettiestruffles, and then be ready for him in the playroom. I was there in aflash and soon found myself kneeling and waiting for him in theplayroom. I didn’t have long to wait.At first all I could see of him was his high leather boots. With myhead bowed that was all I could see. He pulled me up to my feet andlooked me in the eyes again. I was dressed in my standard lacy teddy,panties, garters, nylons and three inch mules. In short order he had meshackled to the corners of the upright bondage frame. He could walk allaround me when I was in this position. There was no way I could hidefrom him and no part of my body that wasn’t accessible to him either.That’s when he started. I’d no idea what to expect and I’d learned toexpect the unexpected. Like I said, he’s a kinky shit and very, verysadistic. He also knows how to handle his men and how to remold them tosuit. I found this out in spades that night.That scene we had that first night of my transformation wasn’t pretty.It was harsh. It was hard. It was powerful. It was cruel and it wassadistic. He showed me that my voyage with him could be very, verypainful, very hard, and very rough. He beat me and beat me good thatnight. I think he went through every one of his many floggers, everyone of his canes (his goddamn FUCKING canes!) and even went through hissingle tails on me.By night’s end he’d shredded that teddy. The panties were long sincetorn off and those hose were completely wasted. My makeup was spreadall down and across my face. I’d cried so hard I’d run out of tears. Iwailed in agony. He pushed me until I broke and begged him to stop.Then he pushed me further. He showed me that night just how much of asadist he is. He showed me my place in his world and just how strong hecould be in putting me in my place. I’d never been in so much pain inall my life. And he knew just exactly how to administer that pain too.I screamed until I was hoarse. I shook, I thrashed, I tried to pullaway. All to no avail. I was caught. I was pinned. I was tied. Iwas…his. I surrendered that night. Any illusions of keeping controlduring my transformation were stripped away that night with each strokeof his whips.When he was done he had me exactly where he wanted me to be. It turnedout, this was exactly where I wanted to be as too. There was no morepretense, no more fantasy, no more illusions. This was it and this wasgoing to be real. I was in this for real. Sure, I’d told myself thatbefore but now, sobbing, racked with pain from his beating, and hanginglimply from his ropes, now, I knew it like nothing else.Now I had finally surrendered. Now I had finally submitted. He had beatout of me any of my remaining illusions of control and all of mydelusions of reality. I was his now. I was his to reshape into hisfantasy. Reshape into my fantasy. Broken there at his feet I was nowfree to be transformed into what we both wanted me to be. It was apowerful moment. I didn’t realize it then but I eventually came to.Even as he untied me and dragged me over to the shower room I didn’trealize the extent of his plans or the extent of his skills inreshaping his men into sissies. I was broken and I was high too. I feltsome inner satisfaction for having endured his beating long enough forit to stop. Even laying there, crumpled at his feet, I knew I’daccomplished something. And when he then began to piss on me I welcomedit as further proof that I was now his. I straightened myself out underhis feet so he could piss all over me and that he did. His piss wasscalding hot and it burned on my abused flesh like nothing else. Ireveled in it. Watersports were something I’d long enjoyed but neverlike this. Well, that sure changed.He reached down, grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled upright enoughso that he could piss on my face, piss in my mouth, and then ram hiscock into my mouth so he could hold my face on it as he pissed evenmore. I loved it. The endorphins from all the whipping and flogging andbeating were really escort iskenderun kicking in now and I was really beginning to flyeven higher now. He knew that.He pulled me off of his glorious cock and then rolled me onto my handsand knees. My ass up in the air he ripped out the plug he’d put thereearlier and soon sank his cock deep inside me. God, I loved that! Hefucked me hard that night. My lace and frill all torn and ripped, mymakeup smeared all over the place, covered in his piss, and with myface being pressed into the cold piss soaked tiles of the shower floor.It was a hard, nasty, and quick fuck. It made my dick ache in its cage.He fucked me hard and came quickly. He’d built up a lot of energy inthat beating and his breaking me down like that turned him on somethingfierce. I too came to love that sort of hard play.Aside from training me to be the picture perfect sissy, ultra-efficientservant, and the fiery sexpot in bed, he also trained me to be a realpain slut. I’d liked rough play before but at his hands I came to loveit. All part of the transformation. The rest followed from there.Part of that was the hair. I’d been shaving for years. But onlyshaving. Oh, I’d tried the Nair bit but that only fried my skin so Ijust stuck to the razor. That wouldn’t do for him. That wouldn’t do forone of his sissies. That wouldn’t do for one of his little pussy boys.Oh no. Nothing so primitive as a razor. No, he wanted me hairless forgood. That’s why he has that electrolysis rig down there in hisplayroom. That’s why he learned how to use it so well.So, here I am. I’m once again strapped to that exam table and onceagain under his hands. We both get off on this. Long before thehormones started kicking in and long before I go under the knife for myboob job (oh boy! BIG titties for me!) – long before any of that – I’vebegun transforming into the pussy boy we both want me to be. I’mmodifying my body by having the hairs permanently removed. If you thinkthat’s no big thing or an easy thing then you just try it yourself tosee what it feels like to have the pubes burned off your nuts! Yeah,that hurts like a muther! And it takes a bunch of times to not only getthem all but get them all permanently. He enjoys that. I know he does.As hard as his cock is inside me it’s easy to tell how much he enjoysevery bit of my pain. I know he’s eroticized the smell of it too for hegets this look in his eyes when that stench of my burnt hairs wafts upto his nostrils. That’s OK because I’ve eroticized it too. Well, ithelps that this is one of the few times he uncages my cock so I can getnice and hard from our play.Like I said, he knows what he’s doing. He’s mixing my pleasure and mypain so it all blends. I’m now such a pain slut that I love all of it.In a way, I hope my pubes never fully go away so that he can keep doingthis to me. It hurts sooo goooood! At the end of each session he putthe electrolysis wand away, grabs hold of my thighs and fucks me oh sodeep! The mixture of the pain, the scents, his cock inside me, and thesensations of my freshly uncaged shaft, all combine to soon have mecumming too. Yeah, I really look forward to these hair removalsessions! I tell you though, the ones where he went after my facialhair were a real stone bitch. To get at those he couldn’t have hisshaft in me at the same time. I had to work through those sessions!Still though, it’s worth it. It’s been almost a full year now since Istarted my transformation. My titties are nice and full now. They’reabout as big and ripe as they’re going to get on just the hormonesalone. Soon I’ll be off to get my own set of implants! In the meantimethough, I’m paying attention to all his lessons and submitting myselfever more to his control. I love that. I am fully focused on becomingthe best sissy he’s ever trained. I know, they all say that – but Imean it! That’s why I’m so looking forward to tonight.Tonight is when he’s bringing his next project over to show me off.Tonight’s the night where I get to demonstrate just how well I can suckanother man’s cock and not just my master’s. Tonight’s the night whereI get to see what I must have looked like so long ago when I was butone of the many supplicants to be transformed. Tonight’s the night Iget to show off just how much of a sissy I’ve become. Now it really isme wearing all that pink fluff, the Vegas showgirl makeup, the corset,the nylons, the garters, the high heels. Now it’s my turn to be thefetish doll fuck toy. I’ve done my nails perfectly for this, Frenchedof course.I’ve worked hard for this. I’ve worked long for this. I submittedmyself oh so deeply to my master for this. I run my fingers over theheavy chain my master has locked around my neck. It’s so damn masculineand butch and so completely out of place on my sissified body. It’sjust perfect. It’s his collar, not mine. He’s the man here, not me.I am so looking forward to this. I want to meet this new prospectivepussy boy. I want to see this upcoming sissy. I wonder if he knows whathe’s in for. I’ll show him. I’ll be at my best “little trollop”attitude for my master and for his new subject. Sure, I’m a bit nervousabout this but I’ll show them both just how much a man can betransformed and how good it all can be. I hope this new sissy-to-be hasthe right attitude. I hope he doesn’t freak when he sees that I’vereally been this feminized. I hope he doesn’t lose it when he sees mytitties – my real titties. I hope he has a nice cock for me to wrap mygloss covered lips around. Mmm… yeah! Man cock to suck! It’s good tobe a sissy!