2 comments/ 7348 views/ 1 favorites Trained By: rob-a My stationary body shot past the stationary world at 70 miles an hour. Travelling through Europe by train, the cheapest method I'd found with a constant supply of water, beer, food and toilets. But funds were low, forcing me to sleep where and when I could, which meant sitting up-right or, occasionally, resting my head on the table in front of me. This space was gradually coming to resemble my coffee table at home, magazines, coffee cups and sweet wrappers reproducing and moving about on it. The one thing it lacked was an ashtray, but those days are gone. The sun was hot. As time travelled past my window, I found it easier to fall asleep through-out the day, something I rarely do at home, but I was on holiday. The drone of the diesel engine, coupled with its reassuring rocking motion, brought back safe, comfortable childhood memories that I realised later, had probably never happened. I drift with the tracks. And the engine turned me on. There's an argument that lorry drivers are so horny because of the vibrations generated by their diesel engines. While I generally think this may be a bad excuse, I must agree that being on a diesel vehicle, be it train, bus or coach, often causes me to get hard. Now was no exception and I smiled softly as my mind began conjuring visions of sex, some of it memories, some imagination. My cock filled a little more, my mind and the vibrations driving the blood in. I could see tits curved pert, beautiful shape, nipples stroked by, and ass rounded smooth tempting asking me, but then, pussy wet, lips parting and, fingers sliding into, then out glistening juices and deep red that I had to taste, turning over, offering my selfish mind a place to unload that would leave us both breathless, carefree and wanting more. I became aware of another presence in my mind, something outside of this semi-conscious state. I said goodbye and opened my eyes and there..... Were the most incredible eyes staring back, brown, deep chocolate pools, tempting me in immediately (or so my mind interpreted). Shaped so perfectly, each corner gently lifted to give a hint of oriental. These eyes seemed to dance, were alive, but not with the burning lust that mine probably expressed, more with amusement and interest and excitement and dis-interest. But they stared straight back and I could see a smile in them. My mind was flooded with thoughts of her looking at my naked body, her eyes following my chest down, stomach tight clenched until they reached my dick, solid thick twitching at the touch of her gaze. I came back to reality and left her eyes, slowly travelled to the cheekbones, shadows below amazing structure that I instantly wanted to touch, skin stretched tight across an incredible skull. I was being forced down on her, down. To her mouth, each corner gently lifted, and lips so full rich deep red need them on my lips round my cock bulging in my shorts. This image was wrapped in a shock of dark, twisted curls. She had me cornered and knew it. I was hers, would do anything just to feel her hand slip inside my pants, would eat her pussy for hours, licking deep, fingering her gorgeous cunt in exchange for a minute of her tonguing the end of my cock, my clear pre-spunk dripping into her warm mouth. She blinked slowly and again my fantasies stopped. As she opened her eyes she had a different look to give me, more serious and determined. "You were dreaming about me. I watched your imagination grow." "How long were you there? When did you get here?" I could feel that my face had turned a slight red. My blood pressure fell as my concentration settled somewhere else and I tried to work out how long I'd been asleep. "Doesn't matter. I want you to stand up, put your jacket in front of you and walk to the sleeper carriage. Knock on each door until you find an empty one and wait for me." "What? I...I.....can't do that...can I? I can. But...." "Just go, what's the worst that can happen." "I think probably you not following me." She flashed a smile that could crack ice with its warmth. Then she dropped her eyes to a magazine I'd left on the table and started reading. I edged out slowly, using one hand to support myself and the other to cover the lump in my shorts. I didn't look back, just walked blindly, not knowing what I was looking for, 100's of thoughts flashing through my head. My erection had softened slightly, making walking more comfortable. And then I was there. I hadn't looked for this place, it just appeared and I knocked on the first door. There was no answer but it was locked. The same for the next one and the one after that was occupied. The fourth door gave no reply to my knock and no resistance to my entering. The room was cool, dark, curtains drawn and scented with a familiar smell. I closed the door and listened to myself breathe and my thoughts. What should I do? Should I wait? Was she really going to come down here and fuck me? Did I want her to? Yes. I contemplated her face. As I thought about the way she had looked at me, the blood sank back into my cock and I felt the comforting pressure grow as my clothes constricted me. I lowered my hand to touch the end through the cloth and it responded, I responded. I stroked the length gently and again thought about what to do. She might not come but I really wanted to come. I quickly un-zipped my shorts, pulled them apart and pulled my hard dick out with my hand. Fuck, it felt good to be touching it. I looked down and could see my pre-come marks on my pants. I started wanking, gliding up, down, keeping near the base to make it last longer. I closed my eyes and was met with new images, bodies writhing, hands grabbing my cock, tongues licking it, mouth enveloping me, pussy open and wet, me searching with my tongue. All my sense shut down except for touch. I was moving harder now, faster, up and down the length of my dick, feeling my closed hand slip over the end and back to the base....and I felt breath on my neck, knew she was there in the room. I stopped what I was doing, momentarily shy and embarrassed. "Don't you dare come." "What...what should I do." I let go of my cock, the blood straining to get out. I felt her move and heard her sit down on the edge of the bed. I turned and, with my eyes fully adjusted to the gloom, saw her staring up at me as she pulled up her skirt. Her knickers were black and tight, secretive. She slid a finger in one edge and pulled them aside. Her beautiful pussy, dark, moist, lips slightly parted, flickers of light reflecting, drawing me. "Lick me." I knelt, slowly, my cock knocking against her knee, twitching rapidly. I knelt and moved closer, sucking in the scent of her body, looking up at her eyes, caught in their intensity. Then I broke free, kissed the inside of her thigh and stared, inches from losing control. Her pubes were trimmed short, but still enough there to create movement and shape, her mound leading me down to my orders. The smell was divine. Soap lingered from an earlier shower, trapped in her hairs, but between those lips escaped hypnosis, half a day of sweat, pheromones drifting, pure comfort and cavernous lust. I was lost. As my tongue flicked against her clit she moaned so deep and pleasurably I thought I might come with the intoxication. I repeated my actions, slightly harder, tasting her properly now, my mind falling, perception shifting. I moved in deeper, licking harder and harder and harder, listening to the responses. I looked up and she was still staring right back at me and she smiled and I smiled and turned my eyes back. She was so wet, juices sliding over my chin and I wanted to get deeper inside her. My tongue probed lower down, feeling the entrance to her cunt. I pulled out and moved my hand slowly up her thigh. Her body was shaking, the tension tearing. As my finger slid inside her dripping pussy I grabbed my cock and started wanking, then moved my face back to her clit and licked and fingered and wanked and she moaned, moved, writhed on the edge of her pedestal. Then she moaned... "Oh fuck, yeah. ...don't you dare come...oh fuck." My cock felt alien in my hands, awkward, too much happening, but incredible, straining, bulging, pressure building again. I pushed deeper with my finger and sucked her clit gently. "Yeah, fuck yeah, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come..." And her muscles grabbed at my fingers inside her, holding them, massaging them as her orgasm pounded through her body, flexing it, hitting it, moving her and me. I could feel her come sliding through her, past my fingers across her thighs. Slowly I withdrew fingers and face. Now her eyes were shut but then gently opened and looked at me with such passion, lust, almost anger. I smiled, let go of my cock and stood. Her eyes dropped from my face, down my body to my cock and she reached out to touch me. Fuck, I wanted her to grab me, wank me, suck me deep into her mouth as I watched, spurting over her chest, beautiful tits, covered, dripping from her mouth. "Not yet." I brought my mind back to now. "Pull your knickers down and turn over." Her eyes opened wide and she followed my command, but in her own way. She turned round, pulled her legs slightly together and bent at the waist as she took down her pants. Her arse looked incredible, light highlighting that incredible shape, two rounded cheeks, dark split leading to hole then cunt. I was pounding again, blood fighting to get in my cock. She opened her legs and I could see her pussy, open, lips swollen, glistening magnet. I moved to her, let my cock touch her legs, brush against her lips. Her hand snaked through and took me, moved me until I could feel the slight tension of her muscles resisting, yet giving. I slowly, so slowly, began moving my hips, felt the end of dick slip in and out, watched her head drop, voice moan. "Fill me, fuckin fill me up." I was in control now and I wanted to fuck her so much, hard, slow, here and now, this woman, seductive, amazing fantasy slut. And so I started, pushing in slightly deeper, feeling her grab me inside, pulling me in, so tight, muscles contracting. And deeper and deeper. She felt like I had always belonged, perfect space, fit. We both started moving, she pushed as I pulled out, her hand swinging round, grabbing at my ass to pull me in again, harder. I could feel her juices flowing, lubing us up, balls slapping against her clit and mound. My come was growing, intense explosion waiting to be released. With all my strength I held back, looked at the wall, thought.....of cities, travelling, trains, tunnels...fuck fuck fuck...concentrate here....i pushed in deep, slowly and stopped, panting with her. She brushed her hair to one side and arched her neck to look at me and smiled. I reflected her look then dropped my eyes to her ass, moving them down to her hole. I looked back at her as I put my thumb in my mouth and her eyes opened wide again, fearful in the way I new she had no fear, just expectation. I dropped my hand to her ass and let my thumb slide gently into her butt. Her muscles grabbed and she released a deep sigh. I started moving, hips rocking cock in, out, harder, faster, thumb probing deeper, deeper, fuck, cock exploring, exploding..no...not yet. I concentrated again, constant rhythmical movements, pushing, pulling, fucking, probing, hands grabbing me, pulling me in, both moaning, desperate for release but never wanting this to stop. Fuck, I wanted to push my hard, throbbing cock in her ass, fuck that tight hole, fill her with my spunk, dripping out of her, spurting over her ass, in her cunt, on her tits, flowing juices, grabbing muscle, face mouth. Stop! I withdrew slowly slowly slowly. And we both let our bodies drop, relax, breathe. She turned round and we both smiled and locked. My senses started to pick up on the train, its movement, people passing in the corridor. Had the train stopped? Did I care? She reached out and took my cock in her hands and started stroking it, not dropping her gaze and my senses once again cut out all un-necessary distractions. I would come very soon, this I knew. She dropped to her knees and I stared down at her beautiful head, curls falling around her face, watching her eyes focusing on my cock then moving closer and as she took it in her mouth, my eyes shut. I felt her lips embrace my glans, exploring its shape, letting it slip inside that sensual orifice. Her hand circled the base of my shaft and her tongue wrapped around me and then she dipped her head to take half my length. I moaned and opened my eyes to look at her. Her head was rocking back and forth, hand dropped to massage my tight balls, increasing the pressure. Her other hand moved between her legs and she began fingering herself, almost biting me each time she entered herself. I could feel my come building again, quickly. My mind shifted and I wanted to fuck her again, fill her with my come, spurt, shoot, spunk over her, in her mouth, ass, cunt, watch it ejaculate from my solid cock splattering across her gorgeous tits. Minutes moved to seconds and I knew it was inevitable. She sucked hard, fingered quicker, building both of us. I reached out for her hair, stroked it, grabbed it, pulled her, guided her head and started moaning, moaning as I felt my balls contracting, pre-come reflexes. "I'm comin, ohhhh fuck suck it, suck me fuckin dry." And she did, so fuckin deep into her mouth, her body starting to shake as her fingers rubbed her clit, slid into her open, gasping pussy. My balls let go, liquid forced open tubes, exploded nerves through my pelvis to my lost brain, round, twisting up my pulsing dick to release in waves into her warm, enveloping mouth, spurt after spurt, swallow after swallow she guzzled my spunk. Seconds later, as I slowly came back delirious, she jerked once, and again and again, coming as my cock stopped pulsing and my attention began to connect with my conscious. As her orgasm faded she let my cock go and pulled the back of her hand across her mouth, looking up from under her eyebrows with a half smile playing in her eyes, across her lips. I tried to speak, but couldn't yet so reached down for her hand and pulled her up to face me. We took each other in for several seconds. "Fuckin cool." "Fuckin cool." Our lips met, tongues darting into each mouth. I could taste my cock, spunk, sweat, her cunt, pussy juices across our mouth and I pushed my tongue in deeper, rolling my face with hers, feeling passion, lust, love like I'd never experienced. After several seconds/minutes/hours we withdrew, separated, pulled apart, holding each others hands and grinned, happiness dripping from us, washing us, embracing us. Then she reached down and began pulling on her knickers. I followed suit, noticing how hot I was, sweat flowing down my chest, arms, legs, mingling with hers, come, juices, scents filling the room. "Where you going now?" "Back to the table, where you found me." I opened the door, slowly so as not to blind us, pupils reacting to the shaft of light. I looked back at her, she looked across at me and laughed. As I moved out of the room, I heard her make a noise and my heart pounded and I knew why I was with this woman, would be with this woman forever. Her diaphragm contracted, out of sync with her lungs and she hiccupped. I laughed as she did, and I closed the door, celebrating our departure and awaiting her arrival. Trained I arrived at my new Mistress' house promptly at 9 pm. We had never met but had spoken frequently since I answered her ad in a swingers magazine. She wanted someone who was very open minded. She was delighted when I told her I was into submission and wanted to be a slave. We chatted about this subject often until I agreed to be her and her husband's slave. She did have a concern with me as I was not experienced in serving and had never been with a man before. She was new to domination but was studying extensively. This first meeting was to get acquainted but she had told me to expect anything and had found out what time I was to be at work the next day. I was prompt and very nervous. She met me at the door with a sneer and a laugh. I was invited in by a curt, "This way slave." I followed her inside to a dining room living room combination and saw another woman sitting at a computer typing and glancing at me with a smile. My Mistress was a large woman who many would not consider attractive but she moved with grace and authority sweeping herself onto a large sofa chair. The woman at the computer was very beautiful, thin with long brown hair and I was immediately attracted to her. My Mistress had unkempt hair and was wearing track pants and a large sweater. Her friend was in tight blue jeans and a blouse. Very pretty. I was told to fold the laundry on the dining room table and not to speak. She began talking to her friend who was working on the computer. "I told you I had a slave and you didn't believe me." Her friend at the computer replied, "I won't doubt you again but should I leave? I don't have to stay." My Mistress told me her friend was comfortable with me here and had been told about our game. Her husband was out til late and had to work in the morning. My Mistress then asked if I liked folding clothes and I said yes. She asked if I was ready for some real training and I said yes. She said, "All right then bring me the phone." Her friend stopped working at the computer and said she should leave with a big grin. "No." Said my Mistress. "Don't go. This will be fun and you can be a part of it without anything sexual. You could go for that right?" Yes she could and she closed out the computer while my Mistress spoke to someone on the phone asking if they were ready and telling them it was for real. I finished the laundry as she put down the phone and told her friend to sit on the couch and me to kneel between them. She and her friend kept up their secret smiles and eye contact while she spoke to me. She told me the plan for the night. Her friend was old and dear and would be privy to hearing all details but would not be involved sexually. My Mistress needed me to be able to please her husband and that would please her. She needed me trained for him. I should mention at this point that I was not physically attracted to her right from meeting her but her presence and command had overwhelmed all of my senses. I had agreed to be her slave and to serve her. W e had talked about my giving her husband a blowjob while she watched but that was all. She was now telling me that I would have to be his slave while she watched. Her friend's eyes were bigger than saucers and her mouth wide open. I was to follow her friend to a house that belonged to a man. He was to train me as he was very gay and kinky and had been told he was to train me to give head and take it in the ass like a pro. In exchange I would service him in any way he wanted and obey any command. Her friend knew this guy as well and would go with me in her car. She would take my clothes from me at the door and the keys to my car. The clothes would go in the trunk and the keys would be hidden by her. Only she would know where they were. I would serve him all night and if he was satisfied by 7 am, he would call my Mistress who would call her girlfriend who would call him back with the location of the keys. The girlfriend went to work at 7:15 am and could not be reached until 5 pm. If I missed the deadline in the morning, I missed work and would be his toy all day. I was getting very nervous. My Mistress told me he was very gay and really wanted someone to toy with. He was in the mood to be kinky and had a lot of toys. Her friend said, "Are you sure you want to do this? He's so ugly and fat." My Mistress laughed and told her not to spoil the surprise. She also told me that when I was left inside the door naked, I would be handcuffed with the key around my neck. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs and key on a chain and gave them to her friend who took them, laughed and ran for her shoes. "Let's go", she said. My Mistress pointed to the door and said, "Go". I followed her friend out the door and into my car. I followed her across town to a large parking lot. I kept thinking to myself that this was not what I expected. I thought I would serve her some tea, or do dishes, or fold laundry, or scrub floors, or vacuum then maybe draw her a bath, give her a massage, go down on her maybe some sex. At worst I would give her husband a blowjob. I thought she would be slim and sexy. I didn't think this. Yet I couldn't stop. I felt so submissive. I just obeyed. This was not what I expected. I had not even thought of anything beyond the experimental blowjob on her husband while she watched. Now no one but him would see. I would be his slave. I would stop before it was too late. I got out and locked my car. She waved me over to her passenger door and yelled, "Get in". I did. We drove a block over and she stopped in front of a house. She looked me right in the eye and said, "This is so cool. I can't believe how submissive you are. You are going to live your fantasy and be a real slave. I admire that." She was so beautiful and I was entranced by her attention to me and thinking I had some sort of noble, kinky conviction to uphold. Then she shook her head and laughed and said,"Are you sure?" "Yes." I said She smiled quietly. "Really really sure?" "Yes." I said again quietly. She laughed again and said, "Well, I have known this guy since we were kids. He is very queer and very kinky. He raped a guy who passed out at a party with a bunch of people watching on a dare. He is into bondage and has lots of stuff. His cock is huge and he is fat. He is one of the ugliest men I have ever seen. She really wants you to be humiliated and this will do it. This is making me so fucking hot thinking about this. I am going home to fuck my man silly. Are you sure?" I gave a much weaker yes and had my head down trying to think of a way out. "Let's go," she said and we both got out of the car. I just stood there beside the passenger side. She laughed again and ran around to me and grabbed my hand. "Don't chicken out now. Just do it. You know you want to. Don't think about it." She was so beautiful that I didn't and followed her around to the back door of the house. She told me to wait and went inside after a quick knock. She came out a few seconds later grinning and grabbed my hand pulling me inside. "Strip and put everything in the bag." She told me. I did as she said and she had me turn around to put the handcuffs on me. She hung the key around my neck and kissed me on the lips. She stroked my cock a few times saying how she thought this was so cool and she was so horny. I thought that it was a game and this was my real Mistress and I was going to be her sex slave. She smiled and said not to be late with earning the call tomorrow because she really had to be to work on time. She pointed me into the house and told me to close my eyes and have fun. I did and heard her leave and the door close. I felt a presence. A large hand stroke my hard cock hard. His mouth covered mine and his tongue forced its way inside mine. I opened my eyes as I heard her car start and drive off. He was very ugly and smiling a wicked smile. "Mine til dawn and you better please me cause I don't care if you miss work." He stated. I did get to work on time. My mouth was sore, my stomach full, my ass bled a bit through the day and was sore for a week. My knees were scraped and my cock rubbed raw. My nipples hurt the worst. Clothes pins now are very frightening to me. I got to work and thought of nothing but the video tapes, pictures and knowledge that I wasn't trained enough. This was only the start my Mistress had said on the phone when I went to get my car keys in only a pink bathrobe. My Mistress outlined the rest of my training for me. Breaking in (that was done) then quantity not quality (Friday to Sunday I was serving at two gay parties and in a gay porn shop back room (she expected 25 guys a day to fuck my mouth and at least half as many to do my ass) then I was to move in with a very feminine gay man to nurse me back to health for a month (he was insatiable and loved to have his cock, balls and asshole tongued for hours while he watched movies) then and only then would I be ready to serve her husband while she watched. When I had served her husband one time, I would get the tapes and photos. One misstep and my boss and family (names and numbers her friend got from my brief case in my car after she left me) would get the tapes and photos. I was going to be one well used slave in the next month. Funny thing was I wanted to serve her beautiful friend who I would never see again. I would instead be serving her husband after everybody else. Careful what you wish for, you often don't get what you expect but you may get exactly what you wished for. In this case to be a well used humiliated slave. That's what I was and would be for the next month. Trained and Tailed It started like any normal relationship. I had dated my owner for several weeks now. He was not my owner yet, at the time he was just my boy friend. He was older than me, I was only twenty four and he was in his forties. A bit older than I had ever dated before, but he seemed nice and I didn't have any other pursuers so I gave him a chance. We had met online. Being a transwoman I had learned early on in my transition that it was best to let potential partners know that I had been born male sooner rather than later. The easiest way to do this was online, and it was less dangerous. I had several guys who did not know my secret, and were quite furious when they found out. Though I had yet to be endangered from it, I didn't want to risk it. That night we went out to a club and had some drinks. My owner paid for everything. I was broke because I had been laid off from my job several months earlier, and in the economy could not find any position that I was not over or under qualified for. Due to this I had moved back in with my parents. When I told my owner this, he was not upset at all. In fact he seemed happy about it, which I found odd because it would be a deal breaker for most guys. After the club I was quite buzzed. My owner was going to drop me off at home, but he asked if I would like to come over. Since we had been on several dates and I felt that I could trust him, I agreed. With that we drove to his home, a very large house. Not as large as a mansion, but quite a bit larger than my parents house. I was impressed. Once we were inside he motioned for me to sit on the couch next to him. I did. He put my arm around me, and started kissing me. His tongue in my mouth, lips pressing against mine. He was a great kisser and I started to feel more and more aroused. His hand moved down to my small and still developing breast and caressed it. This turned me on even more and I instinctively moved my hand down to his crotch, at which point he stopped. "How about we move this into the bedroom?" he asked. I nodded, my body excited in every way. He took my hand and led me to another room. However, there was no bed in it like I expected. Instead there was a cage. It was larger than a regular pet cage, two meters long and a meter high. I stopped, "What is this?" I asked somewhat worried. Was I wrong in trusting him? He smiled, "Oh you needn't worry. I just thought I would show you where you will be staying." I started to panic and started to leave. He grabbed my arm, "Bad girl." I struggled for a moment but he was much too strong. "Please, no," I cried, tears starting to well up in my eyes. Master petted my cheek with his strong hands, "It's okay my pet. I will take good care of you." I tried again to escape, realizing that once I was in the cage I was under his complete control. Once again he was too strong and started to drag me towards the cage. I couldn't get away, no matter how hard I tried. Then I was shoved inside, almost hitting my head on the top as he forced me down. With that the cage door was slammed behind me. I turned and crawled over to it and pleaded with him, "Please don't do this. Let me out, I'll do whatever you want." "Yes," master told me. "You will do whatever I want from here on out." "Why me?" "You were the perfect candidate. Young, pretty, no bills or job to go to. Not to mention the fact that I never have to worry about getting you pregnant. I would have been stupid to pass up this chance." "So, I'm just locked in here forever except when you need me for sex?" I asked upset. I could not believe this was happening. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, and I felt like I was going to faint. "No, of course not my kitten. I am just going to keep you in there until you learn to become a good kitten and obedient to your owner." "Why do you keep on calling me kitten?" He chuckled, "Because from now on you will be my kitten. I will train you. You will no longer be a human. Humans go to work and make money. You were not doing that. You were acting like a kitten, playing games and lounging around, so I am just granting your wish." "I really was trying to find a job!" I objected, yelling. "Do not raise your voice at me!" Master warned, "And from now on you will address me as master and only speak when spoken to. You are lucky I let you speak at all. Kittens do not speak. Do you understand?" "And what happens if I don't?" Master looked angry. He walked over to the closet, but I could not see what he was getting. He came back and opened the cage door, "Come out here kitten, I am going to show you what happens to bad kitties." I tried to rush out and make a run for it. But, he was expecting this. He grabbed me as I did and slammed me face first into the carpet. Before I could do anything he was kneeling on my back and hand cuffing my hands together. Now I was stuck. I couldn't move my arms to fight back or even lift myself up. Then a ball gag was inserted into my mouth, it hurt with how wide my jaw had to stretch to get around it, and then I was muffled unable to speak. "See, what happens when kittens speak when they are not supposed to?" I nodded helplessly. "Good, I do not want to hurt my kitten." Master held what appeared to be a large black collar in front of me, complete with a little bell on it. He smiled at me, "This is yours now. You will wear it always, even when you are allowed to leave and go to public. I am your owner now, and you are my pet, and I want to make sure you and everyone else knows it." With that he strapped it around my neck. It was tight, but I was still able to breathe fine. He then held a leash up in front of me, "This is your new leash. Until you are trained so that I know that you will not try to run away, you will only be allowed out of your cage when I have it on you." Master put the leash on my collar, and subsequently undid my hand cuffs so that I could lift myself up. I went to stand up but he pushed me back down to my knees, "No, no kitty. Once you know you are a kitten you are allowed to walk again. Until you learn that lesson you have to crawl on your knees." By now I was completely humiliated, but the humiliation was turning me on. I had always known I was submissive, but I was quite surprised. Although I was still terrified of what was happening, I was also beginning to grow hard. That was cut short when Master lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties he flicked my ball really hard making me wince and my erection disappeared. "You are a girl, something that I think we can both agree on. I know you do not like your penis, so you will not be using it again. Which is why I bought you this," he pulled out a chrome device. I did not recognize it at first but then realized it was a chastity device. He was right, I did hate having a penis, it was a reminder of my Y chromosome that kept me from complete womanhood, and I had planned to get sexual reassignment surgery anyway, still part of me was afraid. Though I had stopped touching myself down there as often since I had started taking women's hormones, I still had a twinge of regret for not doing it one last time. It was cold as he put it on and locked it. "I think it will probably feel strange at first I'm sure, but you will get used to it." The next item he pulled from the bag he had was a pair of cat ears. They were the same color as my hair, brown. He placed them on my head and smiled in approval, "These are your new ears. You will wear them all the time except for when you shower or I say otherwise." Finally he pulled one last item out of the bag. It was a cat tail, quite long, almost a meter and the same brown hue as my new ears. On the end of it was a strange appendage that had a similar shape to a butt plug, and I quickly realized that is what it was. He tugged on my leash so that I would stand up and turned me around over the top of the cage and bent me over. At this point I saw no point in resisting. "You look tight, let's see if we can fix that," he said as he spread my smooth cheeks. "Mmmm you have such a beautiful ass." That was true. I had always prided myself on my ass. It was round and feminine even before I started hormones, and hormones had made it more so. I felt him put lube onto my ass hole and stuck his finger in. I was becoming horny again. Part of me wanted to cry rape, but part of me wanted nothing more than my master to fuck me. I felt him put in another finger and then his penis. It was huge. I had just glimpsed it's outline through his pants before, and could already tell it was big. It had to be at least 8 inches and thick. With that he pressed against my ass until it's head went in. I whimpered. It hurt badly as I had not been fucked in several months and my toys were not this large. He pushed the whole thing in until his groin was against me, which made me whimper more, but once it was in it didn't hurt so much. Slowly he began thrusting. The first few were painful, but then I started to enjoy it. Sensations raged through my body as he increased speed, pounding me, slapping me with his balls as he went in and out. My lower body was going crazy. And before I knew it I was enjoying it. Then he stopped. "I don't want to cum yet," Master said pulling out of me, my ass wanted more. The next thing I knew I felt the end of the tail being forced inside of me. It was not as big as Master's cock, so it didn't hurt. "There, all dressed up like the kitten you are. Doesn't it feel good to be a kitten?" "Yes," I replied. He slapped me hard on my ass sending a jolt of paint through it, "Yes, what?" "Yes, Master," as the words escaped my mouth I knew I had been defeated. "Good, kitten," he said and petted me softly as he would a cat. "For that you get a treat, kittens like cream, right?" "Yes, Master." He put me back down on my hands and knees, I opened my mouth to take his cock but he shook his head. He started stroking himself with one hand while holding my leash in the other. At this point I was so turned on that I could not wait for his cum. Finally it came, spurting out in large globs. Instead of aiming for my mouth or face like I thought he would he jizzed all over the floor making a puddle of cum. "When you are a good kitten I will cum in your mouth, but when you are bad you have to lick it off the floor. Well?" I knew there was no point in protesting. I knelt down and started licking the puddle. It was sweet and salty, and I started lapping it up. This was by far the most humiliating thing I had done in my life. As I lapped I heard a camera shot and glanced up to see that he was taking pictures of me with his cell phone, "This is just a precaution. If you continue to disobey me or run away I will release these pictures." Finally it was all gone. Master petted my jaw with his hand, and led me with the leash back into my cage. The first thing I noticed was along the back of the cage was a mirror. I had not noticed it before when I was trying to escape. I looked at it curiously, but I was afraid to ask in case I would be punished again for speaking out of turn. I did not want to spend the night gagged. Still, he noticed my curiosity, "Ah, you're wondering about the mirror. I put it in there so that you can do make up and groom yourself. I will let you the bathroom mirror for that once I know you can be trusted. In the mean time I will allow you to shower, under my supervision, as I will not have my pet be dirty. But, until you've learned your place as my pet I can not have you be wandering about on your own. "The other purpose is because I want you to be reminded every time that you look in the mirror that you are a kitten now, not a human. That is part of the reason why you must always wear your tail and ears, except for when I allow you not to. If you remove any of them at other times and I catch you, you will be punished. I am sorry to do this to you kitten, but until you realize what you are now, you must always be reminded." With that he locked me in the cage, "I have put a bed in for you. It's just a large cat bed, custom made, but you are a kitten after all, so you should enjoy it. Good night my kitten, I will be in first thing in the morning to bring you your food and water." Trained Anna My trainee, Anna, stood beside me, to my right. With her left hand clutching my right ass cheek through my jeans, she ran her middle finger along the crease of my ass as she expertly petted and patted my bulging front. Anna is a sweet young lady, about 5'4", slender and athletic, an exquisite face, firm sweet ass and long lovely legs. She was wearing her little school girl skirt and white men's shirt on that spring day. Demonstrating her excellent skills and training thus far, she moved things along. Unbuckling my belt with one hand, she unzipped my pants, spread them open at the fly, and gently brought my rapidly hardening manhood out into the air. Her touch, as always, was light but firm. Her hands were small and delicate, the hands of a young lady. They were warm, feminine, and very skilled. My pants, weighed down by my belt, fell to the floor. Keeping one hand on my cock just as she was trained to do, she pulled my briefs down. The cool air of the classroom felt delicious against my bare ass, balls and cock. My trainee stood still fully dressed in her private school skirt, white collared shirt, and mesmerizing smile. While stroking my throbbing length with her right hand she reached through my legs from behind and heft my full, aching balls. "Mmm," she cooed, "my stud is quite full today, isn't he?" As an answer, I leaned toward her face and shoved my needful tongue into her panting, open mouth. Her breathing quickened, thrilled at my lustful, demanding kiss. While clutching my cock with one hand and cradling my full aching orbs with the other, she fairly melted against me, such was her arousal. I could almost smell the enticing scent of her wet pussy even through her clothes. Yes, Anna was a hot little number. My trainee. At 18, she was young and eager to please. The girl I could tell anything to, including my risque fantasies involving her fellow students at a northeastern school for girls where I taught History, Civics, and . . . Anna began to talk about the girl we both watched through my classroom window - Sara, sweet sexy young Sara, standing maybe 25 feet away, next to a water fountain. Sara was talking to her friend Pam. Sara: Senior cheerleader and all-around beautiful hottie. "She has a very pretty face, doesn't she, Master," Anna whispered. "I think you probably like her pretty mouth best of all, don't you?" "Indeed, my sweet pupil, Sara does have a hot little mouth. I like her hot legs in her uniform too. I love the slits in her skirt." "Mmm-Hmm," Anna moaned. "She does have very pretty legs. Her thighs are so toned, they don't even touch up top, do they? Does Master like her pretty breasts, too?" Anna queried. 
I looked at the swell in Sara's little cheer sweater and thought of the loveliness that lived within. "Yes, I really love her titties.... they aren't too big, but just right." "Mmm, I bet you wouldn't mind seeing me lick her nipples, would you..." Anna whispered. 
"I'm sure I couldn't resist biting and pulling on them like you do mine, sweet stud." Anna's hand which cradled my full and lucky balls from the rear now came to her lips. I glanced at her. She gazed smokily into my eyes as she whetted her middle finger, sucking on it like she sucked my cock. After getting her middle finger wet with saliva, she returned to my behind, spreading my ass cheeks and nuzzling between them. Anna explored, rubbing my hole sexily, then nudging it up into me and wiggling it. I arched my back and bowed forward a bit but never took my eyes off sweet hot Sara. "There's my good girl," I moaned. She worked her finger in and out of me just as I'd trained her. "Master, would you please let me lick you down there, if I'm a good girl?" I leaned over toward Anna and kissed her on the mouth again. Our tongues entwined and I licked her open mouth in sensuous reverie. "Good girl," I whispered. "Sara is so cute, and I really love that you are jacking me off like this while I watch her." Anna's breathing became quicker. "I love to jack you off, Master, especially when you are looking at a girl we both admire. Sara is fucking hot..." she panted as she stole another glance toward the oblivious hottie. Anna's busy, buried finger picked up pace, as did her jacking hand. I was getting very hot. "Please master, are you going to let me lick you back there?" Poor Anna was desperate for me to respond. I teased her, ignoring the request. Her desperate arousal was clearly evident. The dear sexy plaything gets totally turned on when jacking me off, licking my big balls, and more. Her sexy hips begin to flex in a brazen fucking motion, so I suggested, "Is my pretty girl ready to cum?" She groaned in agreement. "Then she shall take her pleasure now," I whispered. Crying out like a sexy angel, she quickly came without any physical stimulation of her own, except maybe the lovely soft texture of her hot little panties. I do love when she rubs her sexy pussy against my leg or foot and cums at my request while licking my big cock. I reached down and nuzzled my hand below her button down men's white shirt and lacy little bra and find her nipple. I pinched the delicate young tit, pulling on it fairly roughly. Anna cried out in pleasure and pain, cumming again. Her lovely orgasm made my cock throb, so I grabbed her hair to bring her mouth to me... I looked down to she her hips buck as her orgasm subsided. I praised her, "There's a good little whore." She smiled sweetly. She loves when I call her a whore and a slut. "You're such an amazing stud," she panted, her hand gripping my cock firmly and tugging. "Every girl in school is wet all day long just wishing they could hold what I have in my hand, and they swoon at the very idea of maybe being lucky enough to have you fuck their tight little mouths..." She neared another orgasm. "My beautiful Master, I'm such a lucky girl." Her panting was intoxicating, her hips flexing, her back arching. She cried out and came right then as her finger drove deeper into me and her hand stroked steadily. "Oh! My god," she moaned. She was aching for a fuck, and I said as much. "You need a good fucking, don't you pretty girl?" I whispered. "Yes, I do, Master," she cooed, her eyes looking longingly at my cock in her delicate little hand. She gave it some quick tugs and then gazed up at me, pleading. "But I so wish you'd let me lick you first, Master deserves for me to service him. And I so wish you'd let me wrap my eager mouth around your beautiful cock... Please may I?" She batted her eyes. Her hips were flexing again. My goodness this girl was perfect. "If you must, my sweet plaything, I cannot deny your wishes." I pushed her to her knees, so I now towered over my sweet young plaything. She gazed up at my face, my cock throbbing above hers. Just as she'd been trained, she started by paying tribute to my testicles. She kissed them sweetly, knowing how much I love a naive, obedient girlish kiss. Then her mouth opened slightly to reveal her hungry tongue, again only gently beginning. Finally her mouth opened wide and she gave my balls long, spit-coating sucks and licks as she cooed lustily. Giving a few pointed prodding licks behind my balls, she whimpered, reaching up to grab my throbbing shaft to steer it toward her salivating mouth. "How is our hot girlfriend doing outside, Master," Anna asked just as her mouth clutched onto the end of my cock. She suckled hungrily as I looked up. Anna was on her knees, her feet out behind her, her legs spread, her little skirt askew, showing lots of delicious thigh. Sara sat on a little bench outside, just across from me, absently parting her perfect legs. Her friend Pam had gone, and Sara was now alone, lost in her books. I glimpsed her little cheer shorts, which were made to be seen, of course, though the thought that these young ladies wore cheer panties that were made to be visible is somehow very, very hot. It is like permission to look at panties in a sexual way. "Mmm, I can see sweet Sara's little cheer shorts, my plaything, they are shiny gold...." Anna moaned, "Oh, master, I'm glad you have a chance to see your girl's panties. I know how much you enjoy that...." She was gripping my cock in her hand and sucking on the head. She licked and sucked hungrily. She took my left testicle into her warm inviting mouth and rolled it around in there, then took the other and did the same. She gave my balls a long, lovely lick or three. I grabbed Anna's short hair by the sides of her head and brought her pretty mouth to my cock. She whimpered, excited. "I'm gonna fuck your hot little mouth, pretty girl. You want your mouth fucked, baby?" "Yes, Master!" She groaned in pleasure. I shoved it into her mouth and began bucking against her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came from the very thrill of being my little mouth fuck plaything. She groaned, her hips moving, as I fucked her perfect mouth. I looked out at Sara again, who still sat innocently on the bench, knees parted, shiny gold panties on display. I admired her medium sized tits through her cheer sweater, and thought about cumming on them, about sucking the nipples, about sharing them with Anna. I stared at the line of her jaw, and her regal nose, and the way her blond sexy hair wafted in the breeze. I took a long scanning gaze down her waist and to her magnificent legs, parted and perfect, firm & athletic but feminine too. I was so in lust with pretty Sara at this moment, while fucking Anna's mouth. "My precious little cocksucker, are you hungry?" I groaned to Anna, petting her pretty hair, as I continued to gaze at Sara. Anna's reaction was lovely. With my cock still shoving into her mouth, she moaned in a higher pitch and nodded, pulling her mouth off me for a moment to pant, gripping my cock in both hands and jacking me off, licking the head lovingly, earnestly, desperately... "Oh Master, I'm SO hungry. Please feed me!" Her jacking of my cock was now combined with desperate, frantic sucking. She was crazed with cum lust. I gazed down at Anna's beautiful face. She was looking at me, earnestly. "Please feed me your cum while you look at hot little Sara..." I smiled broadly and patted her head again. "Play with your cunt, love," I huskily ordered. I heard her whimper and looked down to see her left hand frantically rubbing and jabbing her pussy. "Good girl. Take your pleasure." Her hips flexed beautifully against her hand as she cried out, my cock in her mouth muffling the sound. I felt a delicious tingle at the base of my cock, the ever-approaching explosion, tempted by the lovely scene I'd engineered. "That's my angel." I looked out the window. Sara now sat with one foot propped on the bench as she read her Civics book. The view of her cheer panty-covered pussy was now every man's dream, the fabric pulled right over her lips, a crease between them. I moaned aloud at the site of her. I was going crazy, and Anna was being a good little mouth fucked submissive. I continued to buck against her mouth, my pelvic hammering causing Anna's head to jerk back with every fucking motion forward. I decided to change position and give Anna another assignment. I was close to coming and really wanted to make this dirty little tableau last. I grabbed Anna's hair in both hands, holding her head still, while drawing my stiff saliva-coated shaft out from my little cock-sucker's mouth. Bringing her head forcefully downward, and flexing my hips upward, I dangled my balls over my sweet little Anna's mouth. "Eat my big balls, my sweet little whore," I said lovingly. "Suck these big cum-filled orbs into your pretty little mouth." She opened her hot little hole wide. For her, wide was still a slight opening, not nearly big enough to accommodate both of my balls without a bit of squeezing. My pretty girl, as I'd told her, had the tightest little mouth I'd ever had the pleasure of fucking. Her eyes, smokey with lust and hunger, looked right into mine as she took one of my nuts into her mouth and suckled as ordered. I reached down to force the other one into her mouth, and she knelt there looking like a little squirrel with a mouthful of winter acorns, precious doll. Her suckling was enthusiastic and full of saliva, which ran down her chin and coated my nut sack. Pulling my balls out of her mouth for a moment, she licked teasingly behind my balls, approaching the secret naughty place I'd taught her about -- the place sophisticated men such as yours truly desire young ladies such as herself to service and worship. "Oh Master, I hope you let me lick you there. Thoroughly." She teased delightfully, not quite hitting ground zero but revealing that ground zero was indeed what she had in mind. This signal, of course, set my mind aflame. She returned to the more "innocent" sucking of my big balls, which now hung happily full, loose and brimming with the power she worshipped freely and opening. After a minute -- during which I continued to gaze at Sara while stealing quick glances at the hot little number gobbling my big balls -- little Anna became inspired and returned to her previously begged-for. She began to nudge further down below my balls, licking just where the crease of my ass crack begins. She was determined to find her treasure, so I obliged by putting one foot up on the shelving that ran along the windows. This change in position gave Anna an unencumbered access to that which she craved. Bless the pretty angel, she found my ass hole with her precious tongue and set about licking me just as she'd been wanting to. She fairly panted her own pleasure. She whimpered, and whispered, "Thank you so much, Master," as she nuzzled under me and, with deep gratitude, paid me her ultimate tribute. It was hot. "Oh," she cooed, "Thank you so much," as she tongued me. The sensation of her sexy young tongue becoming ever-so familiar with my hole, working in and out deeper and deeper, then slithering out to lick the puckered opening playfully, was mesmerizing. "Thank you, thank you, handsome teacher! I ever so needed to lick you here!" My cock hovered patiently above her head, untouched for a few minutes while my angel attended to other matters. I was stiff and throbbing, anticipating the revisiting by my angel's perfect grip. I was not to be disappointed. Precious Anna reached up with her right hand to grip my throbbing cock. Her mouth continued to pay tribute to my behind. Her moans and coos continued as well. She was hotter than fire, my little plaything. I began to ask her how wet she was, and she answered that her panties were soaking, such was her arousal at pleasing her Masterly stud. Her hips flexed in that sexual motion she was so given to while pleasing her Master: the sweet little thing was so desperate and aroused, she was wishfully fucking the air. It was a beautiful site. "You are the sexiest man alive, my stud," she moaned between long, sensuous licks over my hole, which flexed lewdly, welcoming her hot mouth.. "You have the ass of a magnificent stud, firm, sexy and beautiful." Gripping my right cheek while continuing to stroke and tug me with one hand, she pulled my ass wide to give her complete access. "All the girls admire your ass. If they only knew how lucky I am...." She took a moment to prod with the tip of her pretty tongue, working it into me deeply, wriggling it naughtily, then withdrawing to say, "I'm such a very lucky girl." Lick, lick. "A very," lick, "lucky," lick, "girl," lick," indeed..." Lick, lick. She went back to prodding for a moment, then slathered her naughty little tongue over my clean, puckered hole sweetly. Such a precious angel. When the combination of her tongue in my behind and her firm feminine grip on my cock became too much to resist, I grunted, "Get up here, darling, time for your feeding." She fairly yelped in excitement, going from a position lying against the floor-level cabinets to kneeling. She took my throbbing cock in her mouth and in one motion clutched it with both hands and began pumping. Still staring at amazing Sara just outside, who was oblivious to the dirty, hot little scene just feet away from her, I started to piston Anna's mouth, truly fucking it with abandon. I grabbed one of her jacking hands and brought it behind me, and she knew exactly what to do, sliding her middle finger up into me and wriggling it naughtily as I reached the very apex of this sexual encounter. Spurts of cum bubbled up and out of me, my loins seemingly emptying a lifetime's worth of seed into this precious hottie's willing mouth. Such was my lust and ecstasy, I humped her sweet sexy face and gave her all of me, every last hot drop, in a grand, groaning, bucking mouth fuck. My groaning was quite loud, and for a moment Sara looked up from her books and directly into the windows of the glass room. The light from the spring day prevented her from seeing anything compromising, but I'm sure she saw my outline. Anna swallowed what she could and rubbed the rest into her face. I had her remove her panties to show me how wet they were. We shared their elixir, tasting the crotch together, before she leaned back on the low cabinets near the window. It was time for Anna to enjoy my tongue now.