The following if a story of fiction based on ideas I have about what I would like to experience or things I liked when reading other profiles and some of the things mentioned in them. It is in no way based in real life. 

Part 1

Present day

Master slowly removed his cock form her throat the sensation now so familiar to her. No gag reflex was triggered which was a symbol of just how far she had fallen. She was unsure how long it had taken for her master to achieve this as the room had no windows and was permanently illuminated with celling lights. Had it been days or weeks, she couldn’t say with any certainty. The truth was that while her Master had given ‘encouragement’ it had been her who had asked for this at each stage. Master stood with his hard penis in front of her face. It was fully erect and glistening with saliva after the recent oral stimulation she had provided. The smell of Masters own aroma mixed with that of her saliva sending pulses of stimulation through her mind and as the last traces of resistance continued to crumble away.

Not so long ago she had hated the musky smell of masters penis and felt physically sick as it filled her lungs never mind being able to taste it along with creamy thick cum that eventually coated her throat and filled her stomach. Of course a lot had changed since then and everything her master had told her would happen had come to pass.

Previously
 

At the start of things ‘She’ had been ‘He’. Phill was his name and he had recently found a kink site and revelled in the lude stories, pictures and adverts. He stumbled across a number of listings looking for and posted by transvestite’s, crossdressers or transitioned girls looking for sub’s or masters. Phill considered himself straight but had become intrigued by fantasied about being used as a woman forced to do sexual activates against his will and feminized. He had cross dress on occasion and loved the thrill it gave him but never intended to do it for real. Recently however he had broken up with his girlfriend and had thrown himself into this side of his life.

He made a profile from the point of being a submissive crossdresser/transvestite and put up pictures of himself wearing a few scant items of clothing and posing in suggestive positions. This brought a lot of attention and he revelled in it. Phill but was quickly drawn to a user who user name was MasterDomination who had introduced himself as Dominic. They exchanged a number of messages and Phill was eventually coxed to describe all of the secret desires and fantasise he had. He had some admiration for the way MasterDomination had taken his time to speak to Phill who had taken to calling himself Pippa, never being pushy or overly crude but and asking how his day had been and even being a consoling voice after shitty days. He had even agreed to meet up with MasterDomination as he lived relatively close but he immediately regretted agreeing to meet. As much as he regretted arranging the meet he had always made a point of being true to his word and he felt ever so slightly excited by the prospect of meeting Dominic dressed and presenting as female. The day before the meet Phill got cold feet however and contacted Dominic to say as much and that he was really sorry. To his surprise Dominic replied with consoling messages and suggested that they could always do it another time? This made Phill feel terribly guilty and he changed his mind again and said he would attend the meeting as arranged. Dominic was ever the gentleman and replied with a message confirming the meeting place and time and added that nothing would happen that he didn’t ask for or want. This helped Phill relax a little and felt that it would be ok.

They had arranged to meet at a local coffee shop at mid-day and Phill dresses as Pippa had arrived slightly early and was surprised to see Dominic was already waiting. Pippa adjusted his dress and walked over and introduced himself casually not bothering alter his voice but speaking low so not to draw attention. “Hi Dominc im Pippa, nice to meet you”. They both talked about casual things over a hot drink. Dominic was complementary on Pippa attire and even admitted that unless he knew that he was not born male he would struggle to tell. After a while Dominic mentioned that he actually lived nearby and that Pippa was very welcome to stop by for a while. Knowing his bus wouldn’t arrive for hours yet he agreed and they left together.

Upon arriving at the house Dominic made Pippa feel comfortable and after more small talk and a hot drink asked “would you like to see my dungeon”. Feeling completely at ease and Phill responded saying “Wow! You have a dungeon here? Yeah I’d like to see that please”. It was down some stairs though a door in the kitchen to a cellar that was easily the full footprint of the house and was filled with benches, swings, whips, canes and much more. Dominic had been talking to the whole time they descended and continued now that they were in the dungeon but Phil’s eyes where immediately drown to the cross positioned in the corner of the room. Dominic followed his gaze and said light-heartedly “don’t worry it’s not like what they teach in Sunday school, it can be quite pleasurable I’ve been told” he continued “Or less so if needs be”. Something about the last part of that sentence snapped Phill out of his trance and he felt uncomfortable to the first time. If only he had heeded that warning.

“So what do you think Pippa, would you like to be my little slut slave for me to teach and abuse?” Said Dominic out of the blue expertly breaking the tension. Phill laughed out loud feeling his confidence and excitement return and said “oh I would definitely love to be tied up in here and be brought to my knees, Bu…” Phil’s world went dark.