I have been wearing pantyhose and panties under my male clothes at work for several months now. It does make me feel so hot and horny all day long and keeps me in touch with my feminized sissy slut side and constantly reminds me of my status as a lowly sissy maid. I also love the feel of the nylon on my legs, feet and crotch and I often do not wear any socks in order not to lose any of that great feeling. I choose longer pants in order to hide the pantyhose and not let anyone see that I'm wearing nylons underneath.

About 3 weeks ago a new girl was hired at work and I was supposed to train her on how to use the computer software that we have at work. She pulled a chair and sat next to me and I started the training. She was a really tall girl, almost 6' tall with long blond hair and big almond shaped brown eyes dressed in a grey business suit matched with grey stockings and grey 4" heels. Underneath she had on a white blouse that seemed to have one extra button that was unbuttoned and this allowed me to take a peek through her blouse and into her also grey bra. Her breasts seemed so firm and very big, probably in the D cup. She seemed very happy that she had gotten this job and was almost all the time smiling while I was explaining to her about the software. I constantly took peeks into her blouse and at her legs as her skirt was well above her knee and showed plenty of her well shaped legs.

About an hour into the day and she seemed to have started getting uncomfortable sitting on that chair. She moved her chair back a little bit and crossed her legs. She was sitting on my left side and crossed her left leg over the right one thus bringing the high heel shoe next to my left leg. The moment she crossed her legs, her shoe brushed against my legs and I immediately looked down at it, as if to see what it was that was brushing against my leg and then looked her right in the eyes before continuing to further explain about the software. I kind of lost my train of thought and paused for a second, coughed and started to turn red a little bit. That's I think when she first started realizing how excited I was to have her sitting near me and how much more it turned me on to see her cross her legs while sitting so close to me.

She smiled slightly and turned her attention to the computer screen waiting for me to go on and I continued with the training. Several minutes later I again felt a brush on my leg but this time I tried not to look down. It did continue to go on though and she suddenly leaned down reaching her foot saying "I have an itch down here" I looked down and saw that her shoe was dangling from her big toe almost ready to fall off her foot. She started scratching the heel of her foot with her long red nails. Just the sound of her nails against the nylon was such a turn on. That's when I realized that it was not pantyhose she had on but most probably stockings as they were so thin and sheer I could clearly see her white feet through them and both the heel and the toes of it were reinforced. Her toe nails did not match her finger nails but instead they were painted black. She continued scratching her foot for a few more seconds and then put her shoe back on and slowly raised her head and sat back to her chair. I did noticed that she paused near my crotch and took a peek towards me.

I took a deep breath and tried to go on as if nothing was going on. She immediately interrupted me and said. "You know, while I was leaning down there I couldn't help notice that our stockings are the same color. And why is your cock so hard? Do my feet and stockings excite you?" I froze and couldn't say anything. What excuse could I find? Both things were true. I was wearing my grey pair of pantyhose and my cock was as hard as a rock and I couldn't hide it. I just turned red and bowed my head in embarrassment waiting to hear what she was going to say next. She then said "If I close the door will anyone suspect anything?" "No, I often close the door. And everybody knocks before coming in if they want me for something.", I said. She got up and closed the door, came back and once she sat down she again crossed her legs but only this time she crossed them like men do so that her foot was much higher and it landed on the top of my thigh. She pushed my keyboard about a foot away from me and said "Take my shoe off". I was still embarrassed but extremely turned on and obeyed her. I took her shoe off and she told me to place it on the desk right were my keyboard was and to lean forward and put my face in it and make sure my nose was buried deep in the shoe. "Good boy. Stay there, breathe normally through my shoe and savour my foot aroma while you listen very carefully."

Her voice tone changed to a very authoritative one and she began to set the grounds for my enslavement to her. "I always dreamt of having a sissy slave at work" she said. I can see that you are already broken in, in some way. I mean you are already wearing female underwear and it is so obvious that my feet turn you on so much. I'm going to use my feet as a means of keeping you under my command. Now, without lifting your head from my shoe take my foot into your hands, hold it tightly and whisper. "I'm enslaved to your feet. I worship your feet and I will do anything you command me in order to be near your feet and able to worship them"

I repeated the words and she was pleased to see that I was already so obedient to her. "Tomorrow I will bring a polaroid camera to work and I will take photos of you sitting at your desk wearing pantyhose and breathing through my shoe and kissing my feet. This will serve as a security for me. If you ever think of disobeying me they will go to your boss immediately and to all of your coworkers."

I remained silent. She expected me to say "Yes Mistress" and my silence upset her. She grabbed my ear and twisted it very hard saying: "You will always say Yes Mistress whenever I give you a command". I whispered "Yes Mistress".

I have more instructions for you sissy slave. Listen good and make sure you get everything because I do not tolerate any disobedience or any mistakes. "I want you wearing female underwear to work every day but you will wear my underwear. Every day I will bring you, in a nylon sealed bag, the stockings and panties that I was wearing the previous day, unwashed. You will take them home at the end of the day so that you can wear them the next day without washing them. In the morning before you put them on you will smell the feet of the stockings and kiss them several times before putting them on. You will do the same with my panties. You will smell the crotch, then lick and suck on it for several minutes before putting them on.

The next day I will give you another set to wear the following day and you will hand wash the ones you wore and return them to me. This will continue in a cycle every single day. Weekends will be special. You will wear the set that I give you on Friday morning throughout the weekend and you will be spending weekends at my house, cleaning my house, and serving me in any way I want wearing only my dirty stockings and stained panties. I may sometimes make you wear very high heels while serving to further humiliate you and make your cleaning duties harder to perform. Together with the underwear I will be giving you a small plastic bottle that I will explain later on, what you are supposed to do with it.

It's almost lunch time. We will wait for everyone to go out for lunch and then you will follow me into the ladies room very carefully making sure that no one sees you going in. When you go in, if by any chance there's any other women in there you will find some excuse for going in by mistake and leave and wait until they are out and you will then return and get into the same booth that I will be in". In a few minutes the office was almost empty and we got on with the plan. I followed several feet behind her and into the ladies room to more of my embarrassment. Luckily we were the only ones in there and I entered the booth that she was in. She was standing in the middle of it and commanded me to get on my knees in front of her. "Keep your head bowed at all times she said. You must definitely not look up unless I specifically command you to do so. Do you understand sissy boy?" "Yes Mistress". With that she sat down on the toilet and commanded me to take off her shoe. "Now take my foot and put all five toes in your mouth and lick and suck on them through my stockings. Continue to do so non stop until I tell you to stop"

I stuck her whole foot in my mouth and started worshipping her foot as she commanded, never daring to look up. To ensure this she placed her other foot on my head pressing it down firmly. I heard a light continuous noise and I figured she was playing with herself, perhaps she had a finger in her pussy. Several minutes went by with me sucking on her succulent toes when suddenly she commanded: "Look at my crotch slave, right now" As I looked up I saw her huge cock begin to shoot massive amounts of cum right in my face. I was in shock. I could never believe that this beautiful feminine woman was a transsexual, but there she was, spraying cum all over my face. She grabbed me by my hair making sure I wouldn't move and avoid the cum. She virtually bathed my face in her cum.

When she was finished she laid back and told me to take her cum off my face with my fingers and lick it off and swallow it. I was no stranger to eating cum and I obeyed instantly. When I was finished eating her cum she told me to begin jerking off and cum all over her cock and balls. I was still in shock but it didn't take me long to shoot a big load all over cock. She was pleased that she had turned me on that much that in all my embarrassment and shock I was able to cum so fast and so much. She again grabbed my hair and pulled me forward and on to her crotch. "Lick me clean slut". Clean my cock and balls off your cum and off mine. Worship my transsexual clit. Show me how much you like it. You worship it as much as you worship my feet, don't you sissy girl?" "Yes Mistress I worship your cock" I managed to mumble while my mouth was filled with her semi hard cock. Once she was satisfied that I had cleaned her well she flipped my head back and told me to open my mouth. She then proceeded to spit in my mouth several times and told me to swallow her spit. "You have now gotten a taste of your daily drink", she said. "The little plastic bottle that I mentioned before that I will be giving you every day will contain my cum mixed with my spit. Every day at work I will find some excuse to walk into your office in order to watch you empty its contents in a glass of water and drink it down. You will do this every single day as I cum on a daily basis at least twice and I will save all my cum for you to drink. You will become so addicted to my cum and spit that you will not be able to live without having some to drink. You will be so enslaved to it that you will beg me to give you some cum and spit. I will of course take advantage of you and will take over your life and make you my complete slave to use and abuse on a daily basis. You will be enslaved to me, my feet, and my cum for the rest of your life.

Ginger was used in a caning victim's anus to prevent her from clenching her buttocks during punishment. Each time the naughty slut tried to protect her bottom, and minimize the pain by clenching, she experienced an intense burning sensation.

Many doms practice figging on their subs. Ginger, in its natural state, is sold as a "hand" -- because it somewhat resembles one. The protuberances from the hand are called fingers. Unfortunately, many supermarkets now precut the hand into fingers and package them as a convenience. What's the matter with them! Don't they realize they are making it difficult for insertion into a subjects bottoms?

Buy a large hand and use it as soon as possible thereafter. When punishment time comes, I usually like to have my sub bound, face down on the bed over a pillow. No blindfold here. I make it a point of allowing her to watch and hear me prepare the ginger. The anticipation is spectacular especially if she's never experienced it before. The gyrations generated from the anticipation alone are well worth the experience. Now you are ready to cut a finger of ginger from the hand. Unless the fingers are very long, do not cut the finger off at the joint of the hand. Remove the finger by cutting down into the palm of the hand so that you get a long, uniform width finger. I like to use a finger no smaller than 4 inches. Longer is better. Take a paring knife or vegetable peeler and remove the brown skin. Make sure all the skin is off as well as insuring that all the bumps and knots are cut off and smoothed as well. Try not to remove too much meat underneath, as you want to retain as full a finger as possible.

Take your time and don't rush this step. As you work, rinse it under cold water periodically to help wash away pieces of skin. With the paring knife, about two-thirds of the way down the root, carefully carve a concavity around the finger. This will act as a retention device. Similar to a butt plug where the sphincter locks around the tapered portion of the plug, the concavity will do the same thing. Make the ring no more than a half inch wide. Remember; do not taper the finger all the way down to the end. You want full circumference of the finger two-thirds of the way down, a half-inch retention ring and then full circumference continuing down to the end of the finger. Do not carve out too much however, as this will weaken the finger and increase the possibility of breaking it while in the sub. You don't need a very deep ring for retention.

After you have carefully completed this step, rinse the finger off and dip it in cold water. Make sure the tip of the finger is sufficiently rounded. You can always touch this area up with a knife or peeler. Now it's ready to insert. Unlike your own finger, you do not use lube with a ginger finger. Lubricant acts as a sealant and prevents the ginger moisture from doing its thing. Instead, use the cold water to keep the finger wet. Slowly insert the finger into the sub's anus. DON'T RUSH HERE. TAKE YOUR TIME. Wet ginger is slick enough to slide in with care. When the anus finally opens and accepts the ginger, slide it in up the ring and let the sub close around it.

The beauty of ginger is that it takes a little while for the effect to take place. Once it begins, it builds steadily. While you are waiting for the fun to begin, go wash off your hands. You don't want to touch your eyes or your sub's eyes by accident with ginger on your hands. Now sit down in a comfy chair and enjoy the show. Most submissives will become rather vocal as the ginger works its magic.

Depending on the fortitude of the sub, the potency of the ginger and how much of a mind fuck you prologued with, the reactions will vary. A few subs have reported that the ginger doesn't do any more than, let's say, Ben Gay, however, they are far and few between. Most subs report that the effects were far greater than they imagined. Different strokes for different folks. To increase the effect, pinch your sub's buttocks together and hold them for a minute or two. This causes a big boost in burning sensation and if done every so often, keeps your sub awake. The effects of the ginger will last approximately twenty minutes or so, after which, the effects diminish rapidly. The nice thing about ginger is no matter how intense the effect on the sub, you won't hurt her/him and it is short-lived. Once the sensation ceases, remove the ginger and go about your other session business. Ginger also has a property that puts it far ahead of any ginger wannabe substance. The juice of the root has the ability to cause incredible horniness. I have had subs begin to sob, begging to have something inserted into their pussies and to have orgasm. The reaction is tenfold if the ginger juice comes in contact with the clit. Cut a small slice of ginger, making sure it has one flat side. Place this side directly onto the clit and hold it there. Depending on anatomy, some women will be able to retain the slice on their clit without assistance. Apply ginger to the clit while the ginger butt plug is in place and watch the fun. I have experienced some of the most stunning results with subbies using this technique. I don't have a perfect scientific explanation as to why ginger causes such an aphrodisiac effect but suffice to say it works.

Being an equal opportunity lifestyler, I don't want to forget the male sub and his Domme. Ginger is dynamite for CBT. Cut a julienne slice of peeled ginger. It should be approximately 1/8-1/4 inch wide by at least 1 inch long. Make sure it is smooth and that the edges are rounded. Use the paring knife "gingerly" for this task. Make sure your sub is tied down face up. Dip the ginger in water and slowly insert it into the urethra of the cock. Make sure you leave enough sticking out to be able to remove it easily. The effect of ginger in a cock is almost immediate and the sub will react quite vigorously. The burning is incredibly intense. If it become too much for your sub, remove the ginger and give him a minute's rest. When the ginger is removed, the burning sensation drops dramatically. You can place it back down the cock to resume the fun. Eventually, the sensation will wear off but not until the sub is spent.

I n the bar I had sat uncaring, watching the beautiful people meander past. I was feeling sorry for myself . My girlfriend had left me for another man.

Well she had left me for a variety of reasons.

I was alone. About to be apartmentless. I was in no mood to talk. The bartender had already asked me a thousand questions about my situation, but I figured that was her job. I wanted nothing to do with women that night.

But SHE sat down next to me, a beautiful girl wearing some incredible shoes that I had been staring at. SHE said the words which would tie me to her tree:

"Wanna try these on?"

I thought I had misheard her. Maybe she meant seats. I stared at her uncomprehending. And she was so attractive-short dark hair in heavy bangs, a large pair of lips, and pale sharp features, enough to wake me up. She sat in the stool easily, wearing a long leather coat, just a pair of legs and those impressive heels sticking out the bottom.

"Excuse me?"

She said, "I think I know your problem, and I think I might have the answer."

I tried to laugh her off. I smiled stupidly. Shrugged. I felt hot with acute embarrassment.

She looked hard at me.

She said, "Maybe I am wrong."

I said something like, "About what?"

She said, "Never mind."

She stood up, she was tall, taller than me maybe. Even without the heels.

And her coat fell open. And I looked up at the most perfect pair of breasts, breasts that were stretching a tiny pink sweater to its limits. The sweater curved around the breasts like a second skin, embossing her nipples. The light caught the fabric, mohair maybe, and she was framed in a halo of fuzz.

She watched me closely.

I was stuck in a mass of desire. She leaned closer. The heat overwhelmed me. Her dull brown lips were over my right ear, the sweater was right below my chin, the fabric tickling my senses.

"Come with me."

I followed her home, never questioning my directions.

She stopped in her hall way, smiled.

She said, "Close your eyes, I think you are going to like this."

I closed my eyes, as she opened her door.

She took one hand and led me forward.

The next thing I remember was a bright flourescent bulb and the sweater woman standing in front of me. All I could was the fuzzy light around her soft pink sweater. "What....?"

"You are here because you want to be here...because maybe this is what you want."

She smiled down at me. Her breasts from the floor looked so large, so beautiful under her tight pink sweater . "Well", she said, "let me ask you this-do you like what I am wearing?"

I stared at her open mouthed, my throat suddenly dry. I nodded.

She squatted down in front of me-staring hard into my eyes.

A lock turned, and my wrists were free. She took my hands and placed one on her breast. I felt the soft fabric, and my penis grew hard. It was that easy. She breathed in my ear. She said, "Do you like me?"

I nodded. She stood up slowly. I started to stand up, but she shook her head, placing her hand lightly on my shoulder. Slowly she raised her skirt, stretched it out in front of her, pulled it up slightly. I watched mesmerized. She twisted her body, arching her back. Her skirt lifted, revealing what I thought was a pink panty, but it was her sweater, it was a bodysuit, it fastened between her legs. She stretched the skirt away from her body, leaning in towards me, and then the skirt was over my head, and I was in the darkness, next to her mohair crotch, the bare skin of her thighs touching my cheeks. I ran my hands up her legs feeling the stockings underneath my fingers. But she stopped me, shoving my face hard into her crotch. I breathed deep and reached for the snaps of the bodysuit, but she stopped me, lifting her skirt and backing away, shaking her head. I was so hard it hurt. I started to get up to follow her, but again she stopped me, keeping me on my knees with her hand.

She bent forward, her breasts tugging at the weave of her sweater. She smiled.

"If you want to stay, you will have to obey all of my commands. Do you understand? Otherwise, just stand up and walk out of here."

I looked at her uncomprehendingly.

She straightened up, taking her hand off my shoulder. "Either stand up now, or accept everything"

I burned with fear, shame. I could no more rise than if I weighed two tons. My skin burned.

"This is your last chance. After this, you are mine"

My head dropped forward. I could not move, I...surrendered.

Looking back now, I realize that was the most sublime moment of this whole experience.

But the moment lasted just that long.

The sweater woman smiled and something snapped around my neck, a hard collar of leather, with some sort of metal locking device. Alexa yanked me to my feet. She hissed in my ear, "Take off your clothes."

I asked her if she meant all of my clothes. She looked hard at me and told me that I was never to question her commands, and at no time was I to address her without using the words Mistress or Madame. She said that I would learn. And then Alexa slipped something over my head, a harness of some sort, with a rubber ball that filled my mouth, and would effectively keep me from talking. It was a ball gag, as I would learn, and it fastened behind my head, the straps traveling horizontally and vertically across my face. I breathed through my nose, suddenly frightened, as Alexa cinched the gag tighter, spreading my mouth around the obscene red ball. The taste of rubber filled my mouth. Alexa hissed at me again, and I quickly stripped.

When I stood naked except for the collar and the ball gag, she walked slowly around me, looking me over like she were appraising a car. My penis was soft and she looked at it carefully, embarrassing me further.

Alexa manacled my wrists in front of me, and led me into the bathroom. The next thing I knew I was chained to the shower rod, my arms above my head, and she was coating me in a rich, creamy gel. I tried not to breathe as she scraped their razors across my body, stripping me of all my hair.

I screamed Alexa grabbed my almost soft cock and gripped it hard. That silenced me, and the desperation of my situation sank in. I watched horrified as she shaved away what little body hair I had. Even my balls were not left untouched, and she shaved my pubic hair into the form of a small triangle. Then I was rinsed.

Alexa removed the ball gag, and toweled off my smooth body. I felt the air in a new way, my skin expanded, goosebumping me. She reached my crotch and her cool dry hand shot out and attached itself to my penis. I stiffened immediately.

"You will change quickly ", she said, pulling on me abstractly. I felt myself get harder. Alexa continued to look me over remarking on my features, my slim frame, my large lips. She didn't seem to notice how hard I was, or the fact that I was breathing heavily. Alexa eventually released me, and the way she looked at me I could tell she really did know what she was doing to me. She looked hard into my eyes. She whispered one word to me, "Slave".

I was taken into the bedroom,still naked, where I was measured, inspected, forced to walk up and down, until she seem satisfied. Then Alexa opened a closet door, a huge closet full of clothes and a chest of drawers, and said, "Now get dressed."

Confused, I looked at each of them, then back to the closet. I pulled through a few of the hangers, and there was nothing but dresses. The chest of drawers also was full of women's clothes. I turned back to her, even more confused, but in the back of my mind I was beginning to understand.

Alexa asked me what was wrong. I said she only had clothes for a girl. She waited in silence. I stood there stupidly. Finally Alexa grew impatient. She reached into the closet drawer and pulled out a pair of black tights. She threw them at me and told me to put them on, and I could tell she meant it. I drew them up my legs, stretching the weave over my newly shaved legs. As I reached my crotch I felt myself growing hard. I grew hot again with embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do. The material pinned my hard penis to my stomach. I could hardly look up at her.

Alexa said, "Why do you think I chose you? I knew you enjoyed this, these clothes. And you have been chosen for a worthy cause. Now tell me how you want to dress, how you want to serve me."

She stood up, and ran a casual hand over my penis. Through the stretched fabric it felt like a cool breeze. She leaned against me and the soft fabric of her sweater brushed my skin. I still could not look at her.

"Say it and I will make you very happy."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly very dry.

"Do you want to wear this?", she asked, "Do you want to wear my sweater?"

I nodded.

"Say it."

I whispered the words, "I want to wear your sweater."

"You will wear my clothes. You will be my slave."

I answered again, "I will wear your clothes. I will be your slave."

Another door closed.

The next few hours were a blur, she forced me in and out of a dozen outfits, pulling the clothes this way and that. she actually asked me what I liked, what turned me on. I rolled latex stockings up my bare legs, and felt them adhere to my smooth skin like glue. I tried on a dozen bras and false breast forms, and I was shown how to wear heels, and how to walk.

Finally Alexa brought out an elaborate leather and lycra corset, with straps and buckles at the waist and a strap that went between the legs. She fitted me into the pliant material and began to tighten it around me, cinching my waist in by several inches. Something cold and metal touched my sensitive nipples as she fit two enormous breast forms into the cups. My nipples hardened against the cold.

Then she asked me to bend over and she undid the strap between my legs. First she slipped some sort goo onto my penis, and then fit it through several loops in a fold in the fabric. And then she dribbled something wet and slippery on my exposed asshole. I was told that that hole should always be clean, extremely clean, and I would be punished if it was not. Then something thin and rubbery entered me, my cock stiffened, and Alexa snapped the strap back into place.

Something was inside me, and the loops around my dick tightened as I stood up. She gave a another tug, and the buttplug pushed deeper. She attached garters to the rubber stockings on my legs, and then fitted me into a pair of spiked heels. The heels, the corset and the butt plug forced me to bend at an odd angle, forcing my fake breasts out in front of me.

"Walk", she said. And I stumbled around getting an encouraging word from Alexa, an angry look from Alexa. I almost had it, and then Alexa tightened a strap at the back of the corset, attached to the collar I wore and MY back was suddenly ramrod straight. The buttplug nestled inside of me another few inches, and my penis slipped back and forth, always half hard. I turned around and caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I was astounded. I looked like a model getting dressed, a leggy model, or more like a prostitute walking the street, even more so when Alexa fitted a bright blond wig on my head, cut in a pageboy. It fit snugly against my cropped hair, and when I tilted my head down and looked out, I resembled a coy hooker looking for a date.

Alexa handed me a red red lipstick, and I painted it on in a trance. She smiled at that, my unconscious feminine reaction. Then she dabbed some light green eyeshadow across my eyelids, and patted my face with powder,and I watched the mirror, as I emerged each second as a beautiful woman.

"She's almost ready" she confered behind me. I stood mesmerized by my reflection. she whispered, giggling. Then Alexa told me to raise my arms, and I saw her bring a soft sweater forward, pale angora, the worm on my hook. She dropped the sweater over my arms, carefully pulling it past my wig and makeup. It was darkness, and the sweet smell of the angora, and then I was staring into the eyes of this beautiful blond, wearing a soft sweater over a slightly angular but very feminine body. The sweater was tight and ended at my waist, just the bottom of the corset was visible. I was in ecstasy. I reached down to touch my stiff penis, in bondage beneath this corset, and as I ran my hands down the sweater I thought I would cum. In fact the sensations sweeping over me were tremendously powerful, like nothing I had ever felt. I reeled backwards towards the bed, trying to sit down. She laughed.

I fell back, grinding my ass against the bed, trying to get the butt plug deeper inside me. I could not bend forward to see the picture I must have made, but it did not matter. My hands ran back and forth over my body, my every cell concentrated on this sexual feeling. Belatedly I realized that something electric was stimulating my penis, my nipples too, some sort of low current. Maybe even the buttplug, but the thought vanished as I bucked my whole body forward trying to fuck myself. I felt an orgasm building, until something tightened around my cock, and the waves of pleasure stopped. I looked up dazed, at the woman standing over me. She wore a pleased grin, and I noticed that Alexa had some sort of control in her hand. I was in agony suddenly, the sudden cessation of pleasure was more than I could stand.

I begged. I asked her, "please." Alexa rolled me over, and spanked me hard on my ass, driving the buttplug deep inside of me. I Screamed, moaning, "please, please." She hit me again, and pointed out that I should speak with a woman's voice as I was now a woman, and without hesitation I moaned a high pitched "please." she laughed, and asked me what I wanted. I answered again in this humiliating voice that I wanted to cum, that I wanted to feel the pleasure.

"Do you want to be fucked?"

It was as if she were playing a game, and I squirmed on the bed, saying yes I wanted to be fucked, then begging for her to fuck me. Something released inside of me, and I felt my whole body shake with desire. Alexa released the rod from my collar, and told me to stand up. I did, trying not to shake on my heels. She barked at me get on my knees, and I did without hesitation. Every time I followed her instructions another wave of pleasure washed over me. She smiled, fixing a harness around her waist. When she turned around again, she had a huge realistic dildo hanging off her flat plastic waist. What do you want to do, she asked, and I hesitated as she waved the huge dildo in front of me. Instead of pleasure, the loops around my penis tightened. I looked at the obscene cock head swaying in front of me, and then I opened my lips and took it in. The pain immediately stopped to be replaced by pleasure, and the faster I sucked the better I felt. The next thing I knew I was eagerly using my hands to guide the penis into my mouth, it was the best thing I could do. Alexa finally pulled it away, and I mewled in disappointment. It was all I wanted, to please her. Alexa came up behind me, and swiveled her crotch into my face. The sweater bodysuit was unbuttoned, and her dark pubic hair was staring straight at me. She smelled so much like sex already, I lunged forward my hands groping for her ass. Again the pleasure stopped, and Alexa stepped forward to reprimand me, but Alexa stopped her. She pointed to her shoe and I fell to kissing it, anything to maintain the pleasure. Alexa pulled my hands behind my back and wrapped something soft around my wrists. I moaned, as I kissed my way up Alexas ankles. She allowed me to kiss her thighs, then pointed at the dark spot beneath her vagina, where her juices and sweat had gathered, to hang off her long pubic hair.

Without any hesitation I rimmed her, tonguing her asshole, never her clitoris, opening my mouth to her grinding motions. Finally she had me pinned on the bed and was taking all of her pleasure from my mouth. Alexa was busy strapping my ankles to the corners of the bed, then my wrists until I was spread eagled, unable to move. Alexa finally stood up, breathing heavily, and the pleasure was almost too much for me. I looked up at her breasts heaving under the tight gray sweater, and I think I may have cum, but the bonds around my penis kept me from feeling it. Then Alexa fitted a sort of VR helmet over my head, two monitors right in my eyes. One monitor showed me spread eagled, a beautiful blond in a tight fuzzy sweater, writhing in pleasure. The other monitor flashed images of oral sex, tantric sex, anal sex, all sorts of sexual congress, couples and more, having sex in an incredible variety of positions. The images sped up and as she did the pleasure increased. Headphones suddenly cut out the sounds of my own moans. And then a penis shaped gag was thrust into my mouth and I immediately began to suck on it with all my might. Something was actually oozing out of it, something salty and sweet. I felt the buttplug swell, the tingling in my groin increased, and suddenly I was bucking with the most incredible orgasm...I have always exploded whenever I finished, but this was unreal, my ass tightened around the buttplug, I screamed. And the most incredible thing was that it did not seem to stop. I still felt the sexual urges, I still wanted to suck the cock in my mouth, coaxing drops of what I thought was cum into my mouth.

I dont really know how long I lay there, squirming with pleasure, pushing, pulling, trying to free my hands. Once or twice the penis gag was removed and I lapped at a dildo or someone's butthole. I think now that I may have been like that for a day. Maybe more. The most incredible part of it, and the most important, was that after a while I started to hear words beneath the heavy silence in the headphones, and slowly a long set of sentences formed, a litany, about pleasure, and service, and servitude. I did more than memorize it, it was embedded in my brain. It was long set of commands, what I should and should not do, and most importantly what would bring me pleasure. I was being told that my one purpose would be to serve those around me, sexually and otherwise. Keywords were fed into my brain, words that would trigger responses in me. Some of those commands were so bizarre, and I know that some were inserted by Alexa, some by Alexa. For instance, the sight of any sweater, the sound of the words angora, cashmere, had the immediate response of making me sexually active, which generally meant offering myself to someone. Alexa it turned out was a sweater fetishist, or she perceived that aberration in me; Alexa inserted the commands associated with bondage, with absolute servitude, and a couple others that I would learn about later. It was like those words soaked into my brain, dripping with pherohormones and testosterone, to become organic switches, and I could do little to stop her. I must have finally fallen into sleep, a sleep so full of sexual dreams it was almost indistinguishable from my waking moments.

When I woke up I was naked on the bed, naked and undressed. I stretched lazily. Immediately I felt the urge to get up and get dressed, and without even thinking twice I climbed into an incredible costume: a waist cincher that pulled my waist in seven inches, a set of patterned tights, like a wide weave fishnet, a fake training bra, and then a dress that was so tight and shiny I looked like a feminine eel. I easily fit my feet into the waiting four inch heels, and then pulled a hood over my face that secured at my chin and neck, and had a long blonde ponytail attached to the top. I fixed my makeup like a pro and I swayed into the other room, to find Alexa sitting at the table drinking coffee. She smiled at my appearance. A voice spoke, a high beautiful voice, and it was mine: "Mistress."

Alexa was happy, so happy with me that she donned a silver cat suit with an attached dildo and fucked me right there.

My life had changed to say the least. I was fucked, but more often I was forced to service the Mistress in a variety of measures, or simply to dress in bizarre and often humiliating costumes and walk in front of her. I shopped with her, through the mail, and finally outdoors, in seedy lingerie shops, and dark little fetish stores. I was still not passing, that is to say I still looked like a transvestite more than I looked like a woman, but whatever it was I was being fed was definitely changing my body. My hair grew back slower and slower, and my skin had taken on a soft rounded appearance. I was still strapped into the pleasure corset every night, and the images danced in front of my eyes: soft penises, hard penises, men moaning in ecstasy, and I sucked away at the penis shaped gag in my mouth, bucking with orgasmic energy.

I rarely even felt the ability to question her instructions, and only once did I get in any trouble. Alexa brought a man home one night, an average looking guy, and I was told to suck him off. I was dressed in this crazy latex outfit that made me look like some sort of animal, and I could tell the guy was getting off on how I looked, but the look in his eye reminded me too much of the look in my eyes before I had changed,and I faltered. Alexa immediately raised her hand to smack me, but Alexa stopped her. She turned to me and said, "Go put on something else, put on the sweater dress." And I followed her orders, she followed me into the bedroom, and when I pulled the soft sweater dress down over my curves, some of which were me, some of which were padding, I could do very little to stop myself from sucking this stranger's penis. I wanted him to fuck me but she stopped the whole thing, and Alexa buckled me into a pair of elbow straps, and a bondage helmet, and left me on the floor for the night.

Finally my mistress packed all the clothes I was forced to wear. My bank account was closed, papers were signed, jobs were notified. I was too busy teasing my short hair, fixing my make-up to notice. And then it was time to go. Only I wouldn't be walking. She dressed me in an elaborate bodystocking, and then injected me with several new drugs, as always, in my butt. Then she dragged a huge man shaped case out of the back room, a sort of cello case on wheels. I began to feel woozy, and as I lost focus I realized she were going to put me in that case - the foam was cut into a curved feminine shape. I was strapped in, bound tightly in a cocoon of silicate fabric. I felt something inserted up in side of me, and something fixed over my penis, which began to throb immediately. I felt the lid close, as I was already blind under a punishment hood. The gag in my mouth dripped liquids, sweet and salty, and just as I d upright, I felt the faint prick of needles in various places in my body.

I am happy to say I was unconscious for however long the trip took, but I am sure that I was alternately injected and fed a strange series of chemicals for at least a fortnight. The case that I was in kept me immobile, while an automated series of injections pricked me in my hips, my ass, my legs, my chest, even my penis. It was not painful, it was more like being bitten by an endless and methodical swarm of mosquitoes. Anyway I was oblivious as I sucked unconsciously on the tube in my mouth.

And when the lid finally was opened and I emerged sweaty and weak, my body had changed completely. My breasts had grown, I mean my own breasts, to 34D's, and my hips had swollen out. Even my hair had grown, I barely recognized myself. Alexa was also surprised; evidently the cocoon had never been tested before, and the results were better than she had hoped. Or maybe it just worked well on me. My breasts were larger than she had ever hoped, and felt taut with all of the skin stretched firm around my big nipples. I stared down at her, dizzy and nauseous. Below the globes of flesh, at my crotch, my penis swayed, half hard from the journey. Then I think I fainted. With the combination of hormones and psychoactive drugs racing through my body it is a wonder I awoke at all.

When awareness returned I was lying in a bed with clean white sheets, and I was naked. I lifted the sheets and stared at my body. If anything my breasts had grown since I emerged from my chrysalis. They lolled against my chest like huge water balloons. The swelling had affected my nipples too; they looked like small brown corks. I reached for my penis and felt its reassuring weight in my hands. Had it grown as well? It certainly felt big. I looked around the dim room, all white walls and wood furniture. It smelled like a clinic, or a health spa. I got dressed in the plain clothes I found in the closets, not what I was used to after my training, but I enjoyed pulling the plain white sweater down over my enormous breasts, feeling her stretch the cotton knit. The tan shorts were too baggy to be exciting.

But then Alexa walked in, took one look at me, and burst out laughing. In seconds she had me dressed like a Hollywood hooker, and I was SO eager to please her, to please anyone, especially a man. I wondered, as Alexa dragged me down the corridor, if that meant I was now a woman.

Unfortunately it seemed like everyone in this place was a woman. All I saw were females, dressed in the plain sort of clothes I had just tried on. They stared at me in horror, but laughed when Alexa twisted my miniskirt above my crotch. Every time she showed the world my cock I felt miserable, like I was only half a person. And here especially, where everyone was the same, I had to stand out.

My boobs strained against the sheer bodysuit Alexa had chosen as I was pushed along the hallway. My heels clattered on the hard floors, and I stumbled a time or two. Alexa did not care. We passed any number of rooms, some sleeping quarters, some laboratories, and no where did I see a man. Until we finally came to a large red door. Two impressively-large women stood in front of the door, and both wore uniforms, military type uniforms, and she carried guns. What was this place, it was like an entire world, ruled by women?

After a moment, Alexa had to work to get the cuffs off my wrists, I was pushed through the red door, and onto my knees. This room was different, it was a sort of throne room, the floors were covered in plush carpeting, and the walls were lined with television monitors. And there, sitting on a big chair, was a man, a very handsome man, wearing only gym shorts. He looked down at me with curiosity.

Alexa spoke up, keeping me on my knees with her boot:

"This is a woman for you Arthur. We all decided your desires would ultimately bring down the colony, you know destroy the great experiment, and, as we need you, this was our solution."

Arthur smiled. He said, "Thank you sister. That is...thoughtful."

I looked up at him. He was Amerasian, maybe forty, hard to tell his age, and he seemed completely at ease with his surroundings. As if he was never surprised. Somehow I knew that he was in charge here, but he was also the only male in the...colony, and that was a dangerous situation.

Alexa stood me up and pointed me at Arthur. She whispered in my ear, "Go on, you'll have fun. Arthur's crazy about sweaters too." Then she was gone.

And the word burnt into my brain, through my spine, down, filling my loins. My cock stiffened under the miniskirt, in the little pouch formed by the bodysuit. I wondered if that would surprise Arthur, as I clawed my way up to his chair, feel at his feet, and began to kiss his thighs. I felt him harden as he entered my mouth, and then he was moaning with pleasure as I showed him everything Alexa had taught me.

I imagined he would be surprised, by my cock. Somehow I knew it was there to remind him that I was not a woman, he was fucking another man, not one of womankind. But my desire would keep him interested. It was what I was trained for. I felt him twitch and moan under my touch. Especially if he liked sweaters.

Goddess has planned for a Week Long session in Real in May. W/we would be going to a place in Orissa. away from the dense population. And i would be only under Her Dominance, at Her disposal. She would be buying a new strap on for the this trip.

The game will start the moment we leave Kolkata railway station onto our journey.Since we would be trying to get the berths in Honeymoon compartment of 2AC, which is meant only for two berths, there wont be any disturbance. It would not be a regular journey....but a journey to eternal slavery....eternal Bliss....

She said that She wont go to the train toilet for peeing.... Her toilet would be always with Her.

i am already trained as a Human Toilet by Her through Her Piss soaked panties, which She sent me by courier. by now there is not a single trace of Her Divine liquid left into the Panty. In fact She sent two panties. Rose and Black. Black was Piss soaked and Rose was worn.

Goddess is very caring. There is not a single day that She talks to me over the phone and bless me. i get priviledged over and over again by pouring Her Dominant voice into my ears. She bothers about me Health. But above all She is a Real Domme, when it comes to business. Strict, Hard and Dominant.

Several sessions on cam has just proved to increase my craving for Her Dominance, Rule and Control.