Chapter One-3

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“God that was so great! And we haven’t nearly reached the best part yet! I’ve got something coming for you that will totally blow your wheels, and I’m not talking about the relative afterthought of your eventual orgasm. But first I’ve got some thoroughly enjoyable work to do on you first. It’s time to get your transformation underway, to thoroughly and properly sissify you, until your appearance matches your personality, and you are finally worthy to formally enter my eternal service!” Without further ado Goddess untied both of my legs. Once they were free, she lost no time in shaving them both as bare as my balls. Then I felt her first painting my toenails, and blowing them dry, then working thigh-high silk stockings up my legs, and finally forcing my feet into what were clearly female shoes. The extreme angle of my ankles made it obvious these were not just high heels, but specially engineered fetish shoes designed to keep me more on my toes than the most accomplished ballet dancer. The locks I heard and felt click into place confirmed this beyond any doubt. And then suddenly the clothes hanger torturing my n*****s (which had long since gone blessedly numb) was suddenly abruptly yanked free – without being loosened first, of course. Naturally I bleated with agony at this, as the blood and feeling flooded back into those burned, crushed teats. Yet Goddess almost made me forget this by suddenly rocking my head with a powerful roundhouse slap to the face. “Shut up, sissy! We’re reaching a delicate part of the process here! I’m going to have to untie you now to complete your transformation. And I must know that I have total, unlimited control over you! So let me warn you: if you make a single sound without permission, or resist me in the slightest possible way, I will have no choice but to beat you severely. And not just any play beating either, like I’ll be dishing out regularly to you for the rest of your life. No way. You know that I’m bigger and stronger than you, and far more fit and aggressive, and I’ll f*****g punch your lights right out, and then have my way with you anyways. So promise me you’ll be compliant, and quiet, and utterly docile for me from now until I have you back in inescapable bondage!” “Of course, of course, my beautiful, glorious Goddess!” I immediately burst out. “I will always do whatever you say, right away, no matter how painful or degrading to me! I would rather die a terrible death than disobey you in the slightest way, you know that!” “Yes I do,” Goddess smiled down at me (I could hear the smile just in her voice). “That’s why I love you so much, you shamelessly submissive little sissy! And I’m sorry to have to threaten you. But we’re taking some very big steps today, some steps you might quite understandably be a bit hesitant to take. So I had to spell everything out, all right? All right. So let’s forget this unpleasantness, and move right on then…” Straightaway my Goddess Jenae untied me completely then, even removing the blindfold. After blinking for several minutes my eyes adjusted, and the first thing I saw was my curiously bare legs, encased in sheer, hot pink stockings. Below these was indeed black fetish shoes with stiletto heels at least six inches long and with no other support below the tips of the toes were locked onto my feet. Squinting up at my gorgeous owner, the first thing I focused on was the key to these, dangling just above her beautiful naked breasts on a fine gold chain about her neck. Then I took in the fact that she was masked in black from the nose up, and naked from there on down to the steel-toed, stiletto heeled boots that added four inches or so to her own already seriously superior height. Seconds later she grabbed me by my tied off and perpetually erect prick, and yanked me tottering to my feet. “Get up, slut!” she demanded, and I tried. But my limbs were either numb or unsteady from being bound for so long, and a professional dancer I was obviously not. Finding my balance and maintaining it in those ridiculous shoes seemed initially impossible. But then Goddess punished my inability by raising one of her own knee-high, steel-toed boots and kicking me as hard as she could squarely in the balls. Immediately I collapsed in agony. Goddess allowed this weakness for ten seconds or so, staring expressionlessly down at me as I writhed at her feet. Then she repeated her implacable demand. “I said get up, slut! Or do you want another one?” That I most certainly did not. Despite the agony and nausea roiling through me, I somehow staggered to my feet, achieved a precarious equilibrium, and glanced up at my Goddess, still towering above me despite my painfully elevating shoes. Immediately she slapped me just as hard for this impertinence, knocking me to the floor once again, where she (once again) hauled off and kicked me viciously in the balls. “Always keep your eyes on my feet, slave!” she yelled. “Or you’ll be feeling them crashing into your sissy little crotch all night! Now get the f**k up here and stand submissively before me, before I lose my temper with you!” Great Goddess! Whatever happened to my kind and loving, sweetly commiserating, desperately beloved mistress? Determined to regain her, I once again fought my body into obedience, rose before her and teetered into some semblance of balance, this time keeping my disobedient eyes firmly glued to those damaging steel-toed boots. “Good!” she declared at last. “Now hold steady, so I can finish shaving you!” This I somehow managed, as the hair was stripped from my armpits, ass, and those parts of my legs that my bondage had previously rendered inaccessible. Only when I was finally completely bare everywhere did my consummate cross-dressing continue. Forcing me to lift one foot at a time – a feat that nearly defeated me once again – Goddess first drew on matching crotch-less panties that clung lovingly to my hips and ass and yet still let my forcefully engorged genitals jut proudly free and my still-chilled butt feel the gently eddying air. Then she snugged a charming garter belt about my waist and deftly clipped it to my sexy stockings. All this was humiliating and unsettling enough of course. But my bruised balls and ignorant, upright prick had learned their lesson – even if my uptight mind still lagged behind. Nevertheless I remained obediently docile even as a painfully tight girdle was bound about my midsection, and then a lacy pink brassiere pulled over my wimpy shoulders and about my shamefully shallow chest. But then after hooking up the back Goddess Jenae reached inside those silkily slackly hanging cups, seized my still tender and burned bare n*****s, and twisted them until I groaned and squirmed despite myself. “Oh my, look how emptily these tit-cups hang! And this is just a tiny training bra I bought especially for you. Eventually we’re going to have to get you some outrageously large implants. After all, what good is a wimpy little she-male sissy-slut without great big tender, tremendous, tasty torture-able titties? In any case I’m certainly going to have to start you on heavy doses of female hormones this very night, and see what you can grow on your own. But until you really start to sprout, we’ll have to settle for these!” Goddess held up a pair of suction cups the size of tennis balls. Each was equipped with a small nozzle and valve at the apex. One at a time she slipped them into the bra and over each of my inadequate breasts. A small pump was attached to the nozzle, and Goddess quickly evacuated the air from each cup, until it was stuck firmly to my chest and sucked painfully at my burned n****e. These cups filled out the bra nicely, with the pointy little nozzles even poking through the fabric and giving the illusion of large erect n*****s. “Perfect!” she finally declared. “All dressed up and only me to blow! Now, my sweet little sissy, I’ve got something very special for you – call it an engagement present.” Goddess produced a small box wrapped prettily with a bow. “You may open it.” “But I don’t have anything to give you,” I worried. “Yes you do,” she declared. “Today you’re giving me your manhood, your freedom, your promise of eternal service, your very wimpy little body and eternally submissive soul. What more could you possibly give me? Now shut up and open your present!” I complied, and inside the box I found a beautiful silver collar half an inch wide, set with sparkling jewels every inch or so. One end of each shining semicircle sported a small lock, and the other a glittering ring for attaching a chain or leash. Clearly engraved across the front, bold black letters spelled out ‘Goddess Jenae’s sissy Slut-boy’. Seeing this I gasped, both in appreciation of how much such an item must have cost, and in dismay at the implications. Again my Goddess Jenae smiled possessively at me. “From now on, that is your new name: Slut-boy! You will answer to no other. When we are married, you will legally assume both that first name and my last name. Of course, eventually I’ll have you both branded and tattooed, permanently marking you as my eternal personal property. But this collar will serve the same purpose both now and forever after.” Ceremoniously she took the collar and locked it about my neck. She hung the key on the chain with the other one, then stepped up and kissed me deeply. “Congratulations, Slut-boy. You are now my property forever. That expensive collar will never come off you. Eventually you will even be buried in it.” “Thank you, Goddess,” I managed somehow. “I only want to serve you to the best of my abilities to the end of all possible time.” “Good,” she smiled smugly, and kissed me again. “Now, let’s just finish sissifying you, okay? Then we can have some real fun. Sit down here, Slut-boy!” I obeyed, and over the next hour or so I received a thorough education in the art of feminine grooming and accessorizing. Goddess professionally shaped my fingernails, overlaid them with acrylic extensions, and painted them a bright hot pink to match my sexy lingerie. She carefully curled my hair to emulate her own, and then set it with a big pink bow and loads of hairspray. My ears were pierced and hung with heavy rings, and more rings decorated my fingers. Then after elaborately making up my face right down to the matching shade of hot pink lipstick, she misted me with perfume and finally declared herself satisfied. “Good! Now get up and walk around the room. I want you to get used to navigating in those shoes. You will be wearing them all the time now.” Again I obeyed, though with great difficulty. “Turn this way,” ordered Goddess Jenae, and I saw that she was pointing her digital camera at me. “No, no, you’re walking like a man! Sissies slink, they mince, they move gracefully and coquettishly, like the shameless little hussy-sluts that they are. Now walk properly, bat your eyes at me, blow me kisses. Pose prettily for me, Slut-boy! I want some great mementoes of this momentous day!” Naturally I did as ordered, burning with humiliation as my Goddess took dozens of photographs of me vamping in my ridiculous costume. Yet still my prick stuck up rigidly erect, and not just from the velcro tie that still bound its base. For some reason, dressing up and acting like a shameless slut (I still couldn’t believe that was actually my new name!) was really turning me on. But at last Goddess put the camera away. “Now I really own you, totally and irrevocably my sissy little Slut-boy! Any attempt to escape me, any attempt to refuse me anything that I want in the slightest bit, and these pictures of you will get posted on the Internet, mailed to all your friends and family, and tacked up on every bulletin board, lamppost, wall and tree in the city! Can you imagine the humiliation of everyone you know seeing you as you are right now? “Not that they all won’t know about your transformation soon enough anyway of course, because I’ll be keeping you dressed like this for the rest of your entire life. Oh, you’ll get to wear suitably slutty dresses and halters and skirts when we go out in public, and people around here might not recognize you, considering how much you’ll have changed. But they will if I point you out to them! Actually though, come to think of it, I should probably keep you locked up in here anyways – we don’t want the wrong people to find out I have an off-the-books boarder. Yes, this room has just become your prison cell. But don’t worry, you have me here – what more could you possibly need? In any case, after tonight I’m going to have a much more unbreakable hold on you. But that’s jumping ahead just a bit too much. Now, let’s get you back into bondage! In fact, in addition to keeping you imprisoned, I’m going to keep you tightly restrained to one extent or another pretty much all of the time now. So get your sissy little ass over here, Slut-boy!”
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