11 comments/ 34555 views/ 33 favorites It's a Wonderful New Life By: alexyzia I met Sherry at a bar. Imagine that. I often picked up women at bars. I'm a good looking man, have a nice sporty car, cash flows freely from my pockets - at the bar anyway. So I do OK at snagging a tipsy babe for a nights folly. But all of the sudden karma has caught up with me. When I hit on her she told me to back off or I'd be sorry. When I persisted, politely of course, she informed me she was too much woman for me and that if I went home with her she would be happy to prove it. I laughed the good laugh at that one and called her on it. She warned me further, "Look, if you take me home I will demale you. Do you understand that? I will turn you into a sissy fuck toy slave and make you love it above all else. I will teach you to respect and fear women, and never look at one in a sexual way again. I promise you that." She seemed militant about it and really stressed the word promise. Then with a evil grin taunted me, "I can even train you to prefer a man to a woman, choose cock over pussy. I will make you a cock-bobbing, cum-catching boy toy for men." And with that final taunt her girlfriend with her laughed, spitting back and snorting into her drink, obviously astounded at her comments. But she wasn't scaring me. I was more than a match for some penis-envying, egotistical women's lib militant. "You let me worry about me sugar britches," I challenged back. "We'll see who tames who." I was eager to put her in her place, beneath me, naked, and begging for me to fuck her. Plus I was intrigued. This was a confident if misguided piece of eye candy. And she did have a mastery of language and wit, twisted as they were. So after a couple of drinks with Sherry and her friend Amy, during which the conversation was flirty and polite and never returned to the tit-for-tat 'dick-wagging,' we all went back to her place for the proverbial night cap. I remember having a drink, then getting very sleepy. I awoke and was immersed in total darkness. I mean it was pitch black, zero visibility. But there was more to it than that. I couldn't move. I was constrained at the wrists, the ankles, and the waist. I couldn't even move my head - at all - and it is pitched up in an uncomfortable position. Worse, there is something in my mouth prying and holding it open. I can breath through my opened mouth but of course it is hard to swallow this way, so a stream of drool has seeped out the corner of my mouth and run down my face and neck. And something is wrong with my cock. My balls are very warm, even hot and sweaty despite the fact the room is chilly. And I can feel my penis sticking up, being held upright through something despite not being very hard. But I can't see a damn thing. And I'm still very groggy and sleepy. Have I been drugged? Was I still at Sherry's house? What the hell is going on here? Suddenly a red light appears. It is very faint and dim yet surprisingly illuminates the room somewhat due to the total darkness. A fuzzy figure approaches me. I think it is Sherry. I try to say something but I just gargle on my spittle. "Shhh, be quiet. I need to concentrate" she says as she began to remove the hot packing surrounding my crotch. I try to shake the cobwebs in my brain and focus my blurry eyes on what she is doing. I can now just barely see but make out the contraption between my legs. My cock is sticking through some metal ring despite not being hard. And my balls are split with some sort of strap between them forcing them widely apart as they hang loosely from the heat. There is a pink bow attached to the contraption. I laugh, as well as I could through the gag. This is supposed to demale me? My wrists and ankles are locked in some hard plastic braces of some sort. She pulls the strap between my nuts very tight and the softened testicles tighten and the skin over them stretches. It hurts but my cock cannot help but get harder due to the attention. Suddenly she produces a bag and withdraws a syringe and needle. Erection gone! "What the fuck" is what I say as I violently struggle in vain against my bondage. But of course all that is audible is a gargling and spitting sound coming out the hole in the device that holds my mouth open. "Hold still. You wouldn't want me to mess this up would you?" And with that holds an ice cube between the testicles for a few minutes, and then inserts the needle into one. I'm surprised it doesn't hurt any more than it did. Just an uncomfortable sting really, under pressure, like a dentists' shot in the gums. She then injects the other the same way. Needless to say I am greatly relieved when she is finished. I remember thinking 'Damn girl, there's a Viagra pill available now that's a lot easier. Plus I don't need it. Just release me and I'll show your ass.' So when she said what she said next I was absolutely dumbfounded. Speechless, even without the open gag. "I just gave you a shot of Neutersol. It's a neutering drug that will chemically castrate you. Your balls will decrease in size and shrink to about a quarter of their current size. They will also get very soft and supple. Your penis shaft will also shrink in size both when soft and hard. You will still get erections when aroused but they will be much smaller, even cute. But don't worry; you will still be able to cum when excited." Of course I couldn't speak, but it didn't matter. The look of horror in my eyes surely said it all. 'What gives you the right' was all I could think. She then set up a full length mirror in front of me allowing me for the first time to see my current bound predicament. Jeeze. She loosened the strap between my balls and reapplied a fresh heat pack to my groin. She then took out an assortment of pills and began to drop them one at a time into my gaping mouth explaining what each was for. "This pill will help you get and stay sexually aroused for hours on end, even if you do not get erect. This one will increase the sensitivity in your anus and nipples. This one is a hormone that will soften and sweeten your voice and cause your breasts to grow bigger and puffy. This little pill will lower your testosterone levels and make you more subservient and manageable. And this one will help you sleep." She then poured some whiskey into my mouth and despite trying not to swallow it or the pills gravity and physics washed them down just the same. The liquid burned and warmed my innards as my crotch began to reheat. "The mirror will allow you to see the changes as they happen to you. It will be so fun for the both of us to watch as you are demaled - just as I promised you." She then left the room with me in mortal terror of what would happen next. I soon fell into a blissful, deep, dream-free sleep. When I awoke again she was again removing the heat pack from my crotch. I quickly tried to focus and examine my balls. Damn! They did seem smaller. And my cock seemed smaller too, and was twisted somehow and laying between my balls. Only the metal ring was now required to hold my package obediently in place. And my asshole itched a kind of excited tingly itch. It felt wet. She poured some oil onto my cock and began to play with it. It felt incredibly wonderful and it felt like it got more rigid, yet it barely got harder, if at all. Was it the drugs, or the ridiculous position it was mangled in? And when she stuck a finger inside my ass and wiggled it about I almost instantly shot the puniest little load of spunk. Did I say 'shot?' I should have said dribbled out an almost clear yet slight stream that didn't even look like cum. It looked more like precum but there was too much of it to be that. But I felt like I came. It was a little confusing. Did I cum or not? "Ah, good. Perfect actually. You are taking to the medications wonderfully." She pinched both my nipples and it excited me immensely yet hurt terribly. They were so tender. My wincing in pain obviously pleased her. "It's time to step up your training," she said and produced some strange clamp-like devices connected by a chain. She attached the clamps to each nipple and tightened them. I thought I was going to die from the pain. Tears streamed from my eyes as I groaned thru my gag. Next she raised the chain to secure it to another one dangling from the ceiling but one of the clamps came loose and my nipple snapped back in place. The pain was unbearable. I sobbed terribly. She just laughed, then reattached it and tightened both clamps harder to keep my nipples imprisoned. The pain was so horrible I was crying as best I could through my bondage. My eyes pleaded for mercy - to no avail. My poor nipples had no feeling in them whatsoever, save for the incredible numbing pain they were experiencing as they stretched skyward. I had never seen nipples that erect before. She then deposited the next round of pills with the whiskey flush. I started to struggle against the "medications" despite the formidable restraints but quickly gave up on that strategy as the slightest movement sent ripples of agonizing, burning shots of pain through my nipples and chest. She then reapplied another heat pack to my groin and left the room. Thank god the meds were beginning to take effect. Sleep would diminish the pain. I drifted off to a more worried sleep... Again I awoke to her removing the heat pack. My nipples were on fire. I screamed a muffled scream from the pain and was truly thankful as she released them from the device. But they remained erect, more erect than I have ever seen nipples, especially my own, and throbbed with soreness. She placed some sort of suction cup device over each nipple and pumped the gadget until they were again extended, only puffier so, and slightly less painful. Only now did I focus my attention to my balls. Were they still there? Yes, but my gosh they were smaller. As was my cockie. Wait a damn minute. 'Gosh'? and 'cockie'? What the hell? Where did those words, thoughts, come from? The ring was gone, but in its place was some strange new device like a g-string panty. It held my cockie, damn it, I mean my cock, down between my creampuffs ... my what?... I mean my balls and pointed towards my tushie. Fuck! I mean my femmy hole. This is getting ridiculous...my ass! And there was some ringed opening around my anus. What was that for? Next came the usual assortment of pills and whiskey chaser, followed by the heat pack to my groin. She pulled out a clear plastic baggie with some sort of creamy looking fluid in it. "This is some cum I froze and saved from a real man" she emphasized as she poured the still half frozen substance through the open gag in my mouth. I fought to deny its passage into my throat but again breathing and gravity would win out. She then produced a dildo of some sort and inserted it into the hole in the gag in my mouth and pushed it down into my mouth, pausing patiently as I resisted opening my throat. But as it slowly did open she slid the thing on down my gullet lodging it in the back of my throat causing a gag reflex that took my breath away. Finally I began to breath through my nose and she secured the dildo to the gag harness leaving it in place. "That's a good gurl" she said emphasizing the word. Relax your throat dear. Soon you will truly enjoy, even crave the taste of cum and the feeling of a cock inside your mouth and throat." Then to my disbelief and dismay she produced a smallish, pretty pink dildo ('pretty'?) and rubbed some lubricant from a tube onto it, then placed it through the ring around my anus and pressed it against my asshole. I tried to protest but she just put a finger to her lips and made a "shhhh"-ing sound to me and said, "You will just love this honey." In it went. Inside me! She secured it inside me attaching it to the ring and turned it on. It hummed and vibrated with force before she turned it down to a mild vibration. I'm ashamed to admit it but it did go in fairly easy and seemed to relieve the itching that I guess the meds had produced. And damn it, it did feel incredible. In fact I was as turned on as I had ever been. Was I hard? I have no idea since I could not see through the heat pack, nor feel my little clittie (my what?) trapped and distorted as it was in its new bondage device. But I swear I believe I came again - I think - before I drifted back off to my drug induced sleep. I dreamed of cumming all night. At least I think I was dreaming... Yet again I awoke to her removing the heat pack. But things were different. I was so exhausted and weak. Had I cum all night? And the room was well light this time and the vibrator in my ass and the dildo in my mouth were already removed. There was an audio tape playing in the background and what little I heard before she remembered to turn it off was of some sissy sounding girl speaking in a trance like voice making sexually suggestive comments and instructions. Ah ha I thought. She was hypnotizing me as I slept. That explained a lot! Especially the terminology my mind was using and my gaydreams. And I was shaved smooth - ultra smooth - from hairline to toe tips. Everything! My pubic hair, my legs, my underarms, even my arms, hands and feet. Gosh darn it, even between the cheeks of my tushie was silky slippery and smooth as a baby's ass. But before that could even sink in I was distracted as I recognized my balls were noticeably smaller still and my dick was a mere nub no longer visible due to the angular position of my head, and the fact it disappeared downward between my creampuffs. I had to look into the mirror to even see it. She pulled it free from the device and it popped back up into view - barely. I almost cried. It was so small. Tiny. Less than an inch I'm sure. She seemed very pleased with my shrinkage and again began to play with and tease the little nub for just a moment until it got hard, if you can call two whole inches hard. "See, it gets hard" she laughed. "Now I want to show you something else." She slipped a vibration device on my tiny cock and turned it on. It vibrated so hard my little nubbie was numb on the outside, but driving me insane with lust on the inside. Amazing, I thought. It was so small, yet sooo sensitive. And it was extremely excited first by her touch, and now by the vibration. It twitched and stood to attention, like some proud midget. She then produced another larger pink dildo. I'm not yet skilled at guestimating these things yet, but it was a pretty healthy size. Probably 7 or 8 inches? and rather thick. Bigger and thicker than my cock had been - pre Sherry. She placed it to my now always twitching and excited ass. With absolutely no lube this time she inserted the ribbed toy inside me, slowly, inch by glorious inch (glorious?), with a twisting back and forth motion to both make sure it went in, and that I felt it - but good. And I did. It hurt a little at first as it stretched a new path inside me, but strangely enough very soon began to feel, well, pretty darned good. She began slowly at first to fuck me with the device, but soon grew faster and faster. Always twisting so the long stubs on it slapped at my entrance every time it disappeared inside me. Damn it! Suddenly I was swimming in ecstasy. It felt...it felt awesome. I grew more excited with every stroke as they increased in speed, depth, and ferocity. Within a minute or two an amazing thing happened. I started to cum! Without my little cock even being touched it began to cum little driblets of clear cum, one after another matching her thrusts. She bellowed out her approving laughter as she withdrew the device. "Wasn't that just darling" she said excitedly. "You came just like the little bitch you're becoming. But I have one more thing to show you." She then stripped off her clothes and stood before me totally naked. "Does seeing a naked women turn you on?" Huh, funny, it didn't. But of course I just climaxed, I told myself. But my lack of an immediate answer brought her wrath. She strapped on a harness and attached a still bigger pink dildo. It must have been 9 or 10 inches and definitely wider. I see the logic now. She is resizing my tushie with each new and larger device. "When a woman speaks to you, you answer dog. Bitch!" she snarled, as she thrust the faux phallus in to my bottom, in one great heave, roughly, with force. She missed by a fraction with the first poke, so the dong bounced and rimmed in like a basketball shot that rattles in. It stung. No, it hurt. Pretty doggone good too. I froze in stunned pain, breathless, as if I had been struck. She then pulled it back till the tip barely popped out of my stunned manpussy, yet maintaining pressure against my sissy entrance, wanting back in. And back in it went in a slow yet unflinching, deep insertion, till it could go no further. She grinded it in one more millimeter, then pulled it back till it popped out, just barely so, again. Son of a bitch! Er, I'm sorry, I meant gosh golly, was I fucking dying, in pain and lust at the same time. She loosened my tethers enough for me to "Turn your sissy punk ass over and show me your pussy. And raise your tushie up in the air so I can fuck you like the bitch you are!" For reasons I would only understand later I eagerly obeyed. I was drooling out my gag and mumbled something. I'm not sure what. I think I said "yes Ma'am" to some question. She pumped me in long, slow, deliberate strokes, making sure I felt the entire length with each and every stroke in, and out. All the way in. All the way out. In. Out. She threatened and taunted me, coaxing me to cum again. I was getting scared. I would never be able to...wait...ah...ah...AAAHHHH. I was cumming yet again! I couldn't believe it! I was cumming again! I had never come a second time that quickly. And again with no stimuli to my cock at all. I was dumbfounded. I simply could not believe it. "My, my. Look at the little whore bitch cum again. Aren't you just the sissy slut. You must really like the feel of something fucking you in your ass. Don't you? ... sugar britches." Ouch. I remember calling her that. Payback is a bitch I guess. And she was winning the dick-wagging, 'we'll see who tames who' contest as well. But if this was losing, then I was snatching victory from defeat, for I was totally aroused - still - despite just creaming twice! Then the ritual continued. The heat pack, the pills, the whiskey, the semen, the two devices for my two orifices. That drowsy feeling as I drifted off to sleep. How long was this to continue?. How long had I been here? I was starving. How many days had it been? Did I really want this to stop? To continue? I'm glad I was falling asleep. So many questions, so much to think about. Why were all these strange words and feminine terms floating around in my head? Was it the sissy audio tape training? Why did I dream of sucking some guys cock last night? Of my ass being pried apart and pumped full of cum? Of being slutted out in the open sun? And the jizz that coated my mouth and throat as it leaked and seeped down my throat actually tasted...well, rather pleasant. What...what if...zzzzzzzzz. When I awoke next she was just finishing the removal of the heat pack. My tongue hurt terribly and seemed swollen. It felt like it filled my entire mouth, or was it the dildo? No, I could see in the mirror it was not docked to the gag and sticking in my mouth. Then I noticed my manhood area. I almost cried. My balls were tiny. My cock, well, it defies logic to even call it a cock anymore. More of a man clit now. A cute little nubbie with a tiny head. It might as well have been adorned with a tiny little dress and ribbons. And she had written something on my smooth shaven mound just above my cockie but I couldn't yet make it out through the haze I was in. It better fucking not be a tattoo. My whole body ached, and I was starving to death. I was beginning to worry about that as it attested to my length of time in this setting. I was sleeping so much I lost track of time and days. Yet it had obviously been some time because every time I awoke I was in a different device, and something new had been done to me. It's a Wonderful New Life "I'm sure you're getting hungry as you have lived off nothing but vitamins and soup broth for a full week now." What! A week? My job! My life! "I'm going to remove the gag from your mouth and I want you to read what I show you," she said holding up a piece of paper. "I want to hear your new voice. But if you utter one single word that is not on this piece of paper I will spank your little cream puffs harshly with this hair brush. Do you understand? How did I know my "creampuffs" were really my balls? Damn that hypnotizing tape. I nodded my understanding. Having my balls, er I mean my creampuffs spanked was something I didn't want to experience. "And IF you obey well I will feed you solid food next time." Off came the gag. I flexed my mouth freely for the first time in days - 7 days apparently - and began to read aloud when I noticed her impatience. Why was I concerned about pleasing her so much? She was the villain here. Wasn't she?"I am no longer a man. I am a gurl. A sissy gurl who loves to suck cock and swallow cum. Thank you Sherry for demaleing me." Great Scott! My voice was gurlish, gruff by a genetic girls comparison, but definitely feminine and noticeably softer than my own. I feel some weird lumps on my tongue and it makes it hard to speak correctly. I slur my speech. And my titties hurt they were so sore. My nipples felt like they had been chewed they were so tender and sore. And my ass hole tingled ceaselessly, but in a nice way. It felt like a wet, horny cunt. I continued reading. "I need you to complete my feminization Mistress. I no longer have balls, I have cute tiny creampuffs. My dick is now a cute little man clittie. And my ass is now a cute little sissy tushie cum receptacle. I am a cum-addicted, cock worshiping whore and need a real cock to enjoy. I am a sissy fagot cum queen." "Very good. Now swallow these pills and I will get you some food." I did as I was told without even wanting to resist as she left the room. She came back with the mouth harness and reattached it shoving the already cum drenched dildo into my mouth. Owww! Something is definitely wrong with my tongue. It hurt terribly as the jelly cock slid over it, and there is definitely something on my tongue. Did she do something to it just to make me sound like a silly ditsy sissy? I wouldn't put it past her at this point. "Delicious isn't it? Enjoy your cum snack darling." Damn it, duped again. I could feel the drowsiness consuming me as she elaborated almost apologetically. "Can you tell your throat is being trained to accept cock. It is very important you be able to allow a gentleman to fuck your throat. That will give you value to real men. And you will need to be of value to real men if you ever want one to care for you, and you will. There's not much of a market for neutered sissy boy whores with tiny dickettes in the traditional workplace. You will one day want a boyfriend to look after you." I knew she was right. Where could someone like me, as I now was, hope to provide for myself? I remember thinking as I dozed off it might be nice to be a sissy cum whore, but why did my cockie have to be so small? She was not trying to change me into a girl or shemale, but a cum-drinking sissy boy toy for men. I wasn't even ashamed of the smile I felt on my face thinking such sissy thoughts and the world blurred. Zzzzzzz... When I awoke again I was free of all restraint, thank goodness. Well, kind of. I raised up to a sitting position and looked at myself in the mirror. And in the reflection was, well, I guess it was me. My tiny cock was encaged in some sort of black leather harness with a lock on it and it wrapped around my balls, er I mean my creampuffs, and separated them as well. I touched it and my little clit jumped. There was some sort of electrode digging into my creampuff sack. There were shadows under my breasts. They were growing! I touched them too. They pooched out to a puffy point and the nipples were long and erect and I wasn't even excited. Or was it I was always excited. I can't tell anymore. I was hairless, even my arms and underarms, smooth as a baby's ass from head to toe save the hair on my head. Even the crack between my tushie cheeks was silky smooth and creamy. Had I been shaved or waxed, or was it the hormones? I had on a pair of black open-toed very high heels with straps that ran around and around my legs and were fastened on with a lock. My toenails and fingernails were painted a bright slutty red, and I had on matching lipstick to boot. I even had on eye makeup - very sexy eye make up I might add - and my ears had been pierced and adorned with dangly earrings shaped like little cocks. I had a pearl ankle and wrist bracelet on as well. Shit! She was really driving home the sissy cock-worshipping theme. But I have to admit I was pretty. And my tongue seemed better. Was it just the absence of that damn open hole gag? No, I had feeling on my tongue for the first time in days and there is definitely something on it. Something big. There was a note on the mirror that said: put on the handcuffs with your hands behind your back and press the buzzer by the door and I will feed you. At this point what did I have to lose, plus I would have killed for solid food, so I did as I was instructed. At the mirror I looked at my tongue. Son of a bitch! I had several steel balls sticking through my tongue. She pierced my fucking tongue! Is that 3 piercings? Three ball studs, or a ring and stud? Jeeze. No wonder my freakin' tongue had hurt and was still sore. And that sure looks like a real tattoo to me but I couldn't touch it so I couldn't be sure. It says...I paused as I had to read it backwards in the mirror. It says sissyjoddie. Who the fuck is that? The door buzzed and clicked open and I stepped through. It was hard to walk but I'm not sure if it was the heels of my being tied up for 7 days. I went to her at the table and she smiled at me. I stood since she did not tell me to sit down. Why did I do that? "You are a very beautiful chemically enhanced sissy" she said. "Sissy Joddie will be your new name. Tell me you just love it." "I just love it" I said with no reservation as if programmed to obey. Weird. "I just love it Ma'am" she said correctively. "I just love it Ma'am" I answered obediently. Why did my brain just click Mistress would have been OK to say as well? "Excellent. Sit and enjoy." I took my seat. There was a single poached egg, a half piece of dry toast, and a cup of coffee. I stared in disbelief. She explained "In case you didn't notice you have lost more than just your maleness. You have lost your pride, your male urges, your aggression, and about 30 pounds in your 13 day training." Thirteen days! Holy shit! Now understand my folks are long since deceased, I have no wife, no real girlfriend, no kids. And my job and friends? Well, most of my friends are coworkers. Shallow pussy hounds like my former self. I seriously doubt any one of them wondered what had become of me beyond the first few days of my disappearance, when I was no doubt fired. No, no one was looking for me. There would be no rescue for me. Thank goodness. Why 'thank goodness'? Because I could feel the old me, the one I didn't really like anyway, slipping away. And a new me evolving, one I liked very much. "Now sit and I will feed you slowly and daintily, like a lady." I obeyed as if autopilot. "But you have gained things far more valuable than you have lost. Did you notice your pretty little breasts are coming along nicely? And you have one of the cutest little pee-pees I have ever seen. Really. Your skin is silky smooth and soft. Your voice is gurly yet raspy and sexy. You have your own personal tattoo, plucked eyebrows, lovely pierced ears, and oh, how do you like your tongue piercing? Isn't it just to die for" she added with a mocking limp wrist action and a super sissified tone to her voice. "Yes Ma'am. I love it very much Mistress" - (now that it is not hurting me as much). "Excellent. You can change the end to a host of different designs, or even remove it altogether and install a tongue ring instead. Many real men prefer the look of the ring but enjoy the feel of either. I have some news for you as well" she said as she began to feed me. "Tonight is a very special night. We will have guests. Three gentlemen, myself, and a girlfriend of mine are going to deflower you and initiate you into your new world of sissy servitude. Won't that just be sooo fun?" she said in a very girlish sissy taunting voice. I wish I could say I was horrified. I wish I could say I jumped up and kicked down the front door and ran out of the house screaming and searching for a policeman. But I didn't. Why not? Because, damn it, it did sound like a lot of fun to me. Plus I wanted to know if I really did enjoy a real cock inside my mouth and tushie. I wanted to know if I would really enjoy fresh hot root oil straight from the cock of a real man. And I wanted to know if this so-called training was permanent. And I needed to know if I was even capable of getting hard enough to ever fuck anything other than someone's finger tips again. And most of all I wanted to know why the thought of 3 gentlemen having their way with me got me so excited and why the thought of Sherry and her girlfriend was almost an afterthought in this scenario. So I said "Yes Ma'am" and finished my meal - such that it was. "I want you to know something" she said with sobriety as she pulled out a small remote control device. "It is extremely important to me," she stressed, "that you are a super sexy slut slave tonight for our guests. So I want it to be important for you too," she added as she pressed the lone button on the remote. BAM!! I spasmed out of the chair and fell to the floor in stunned agony. I looked straight at my man clittie to see if it had blow up! BAM!! She hit the button again and the shock in my creampuffs lit me on fire. "Stop!" I screamed, quickly adding an apologetic "please Ma'am, stop. What did I do? "Nothing" she said with a cavalier smirk. "And I will never use this device again - I hope. But I will if I have to. Any time I think you are disrespectful, are slow to obey a command, or not enthusiastic enough in what is asked or expected of you, I will zap you." "No Ma'am! I mean yes Ma'am. I will obey Ma'am. I promise Mistress. I will be a good gurl Ma'am, I swear." I offered back figuring in these circumstances one could not use enough Ma'ams. I clamored to my feet because I suddenly sensed she wanted me to. "I will embrace my deflowering with thanks and appreciation Ma'am. There is nothing I will not due to please you Ma'am." She left me sitting there alone in the chair, my cockie clit throbbing. I did not move for some time, instead opting to wait for her to tell me what to do next. Anything to keep her trigger happy finger off that remote! As I set there patiently I scanned the room with my eyes. I noticed a camera with a blinking light on it. Then another, and another. Shit. They were everywhere. I now remember they are all over the room I was held in for so long as well. How much of my demaleing had she recorded? As the hour approached I was taken out in the back yard naked save for my little cockie chastity device, and a dildo on a strap tied around my neck, and tied to a bench, with my legs spread uncomfortably wide. As her guests arrived she brought them back to where I was bound and introduced them to me. They all seemed amused yet comfortable with the setup. I could piece together through their conversations I was not the first conversion Sherry had performed. After a few drinks one of the gentlemen got the ball rolling by removing his pants and shoes and walked up to my face, his huge manly cock protruding in front of my face, resting it on my forehead. His balls dangled at my chin. "Look, I'm tea bagging a sissy slut and I think she likes it" he boasted. Indeed I did. Instinctively my mouth began to water and my tushie hole began to tingle and get wet. Even though I knew that monster would fill my mouth and bypass it straight for the back of my throat, I opened my mouth and made a whining whimpering pleading sound, begging for him to feed it to me. It was so large and pretty, and I wanted it inside me sooo badly. Everyone laughed. My god, what had I become? He wasted no time in slipping his large member into my eager and receptive mouth. He grabbed both sides of my head and began to fuck my face vigorously with mini strokes that puffed out my mouth to its maximum yet did not at first challenge my throat. Finally he went deep into my throat and I took it with unexpected relative ease and glee. All that dildo training had paid off. It was so much better than the plastic devices I had been trained with. It tasted wonderful and the slick precum that preceded his climax was especially delicious. Soon he spasmed and begin to cum. As he did he retreated from my throat and pumped his cock into and out of my mouth, riding in and out past my painted lips and depositing an incredibly large load of sweet manly cum into my mouth. My goodness it tasted great! I tried so hard to savor and swallow every drop but it was such a massive delivery much escaped my mouth and ran all about my face. When he pulled it out of my peter-puffer I wanted to cry. He pumped more of the sweet nectar at my face as I held my mouth open craving more showing him his spent jizz as it lubricated my tongue jewelry and ran down and dripped wastefully from my chin. "I'm sorry Sir" I apologized. "I didn't mean to waste so much Sir. It was my first time. I'll do better next time." "Wow Sherry, he's great!" "She" she corrected him. "Sorry...she," he said with a snickering laugh. Sherry unchained me and told me to "assume the position" on a lounge chair. How did I know of "the position" she referred to? It must have been the audio hypnosis I assumed. I pounced right up on the recliner on my knees and lifted my legs and heels high behind me and wiggled my ass in the air like a doggie or kitty cat waiting to be petted. I didn't even try or want to remove the cum from my face. I wore it with pride like a badge of honor. Sissy make up if you will. Jeeze. Even I must admit the only semblance of maleness left in me was contained in that rather useless 2 inch man clittie of mine. Another gentleman approached me and pressed his index finger into me anal-izing my man pussy. Boing! It appears I have a new "on" button. I instantly melt under his touch and produce a tiny stream of sissy cream that falls to the chair. He laughed and turned me over on my back, and straddled my chest. He guided his cock up my chest between my pert little boobies but bypassed my hungry mouth and sat his ass on my mouth. I instinctively began to lick his musky asshole darting my tongue in and out of his ass fucking him with my tongue as deep as I could. Oh my! Was this part of the hypnotic training too? How did I know to do this? I reached up and began to stroke his beautiful cock as I tossed his lovely salad. And when he rose up I followed him with my tongue and continued to lick and probe his ass with my mouth and tongue. He turned to face me and I latched on to his cock with both hands and guided his whopper into my cum-starved mouth continuing my oral service. Finally he groaned and started to cum. I kept my promise. I drank the delicious semen straight from his throbbing fountain with no wasted spillage whatsoever. I felt his knees buckle and his groin twitch and thrust at my mouth as I swallowed and swallowed, gulp after gulp, till there simply was no more. But I kept on sucking, trying to coax even more of my slippery liquid reward from his diminishing cock. The cum that covered my face was not his, but his predecessor's. His was on its way inside my tummy. He tried to withdraw from my mouth and I submitted to his will, but as I allowed his wonderful penis to exit my mouth I rubbed it all about my face, mixing the last remnants of his with his friend's juices in a nice con-cock-tion, and slapped my lips and face with it, as sexily and playfully as I could. All the while my eyes remains upwards, affixed to his, thanking him with my eyes for the lovely feeding. "Thank you sooo much Sir! You are so delicious Sir." "Shit Sherry, he, she's a freakin' cum queen isn't she?" he laughed as I gently continued to lick him clean. Such a sweet thing for the gentleman to say I though as I released him and began to lick up the nectar from my lips and collecting more from my face, licked his cum from my fingers. I looked to Sherry for affirmation and she smiled approvingly. That's right girl! Keep away from that remote. "More cummie. more cummie!" I pleaded to the group as I kicked up my legs and heels kicking them about playfully and excitedly while flapping my wrists and hands about. "Don't have a cummie tantrum Joddie" Sherry warned as one of her other gentleman guests took my hand and lifted me from the lounge chair to a standing position, then gently applied pressure to the tops of my shoulder. I instinctively dropped to my knees before him. He took my face in both hands and tilted my head back and released it. I froze in the position I had been placed. He ordered me to stick out my tongue and I immediately complied. He raised his rigid cock and placed the tip of the head on the end of my tongue resting it there. I remained still despite wanting so badly to swallow it whole, or at least lick my way down the shaft and kiss his large manly white-cum-filled balls. "Take a picture Sherry. It will look good in the album," he laughed. "No need" she answered. "Everything is being recorded." Ah ha; I knew it! He then dropped to his knees and leaned back somewhat, pointing to his lovely cock. I knew what to do next. I crawled forward and lowered my head over the nice manly sized dick and took it into my moist hungry mouth letting out a deep appreciative groan to show my enthusiasm. I made lots of slurping and licking sounds like I somehow knew to do. I made sure to let the tongue jewelry ride up and down the bottom of his shaft as his cock slipped effortlessly in and out of my mouth. Occasionally I took it deep into my throat, as deep as it would go which was all the way to the base with my lips buried into his manly patch of crotch hair. Sherry was right. I could just tell he liked that very much. I remained on all fours with my tushie up in the air just in case someone might want to implant something there, except for a brief period when I gently cupped and massaged his balls with one hand as I sensed his imminent eruption. When he came I tried to drink it all down. I so wanted to prove I was a cum-drinking pro. But there was so much of it some escaped my ravenous mouth and made a gooey mess all over his crotch. I did not miss a beat. After making sure he had emptied himself, I immediately began to lick up his spent juices from his groin. Lapping up the delicious fluid like a kitten laps at a bowl of milk. I opened my mouth and showed him his cum on my tongue as it lubricated my tongue stud. I had opted for a black ball on the end to contrast nicely with manly white thick cum. I thought this out in advance. I was accessorizing, sissy style. As I sat before him playing my sissy show off game, another gentleman came up behind me and placing his hands on top of my buttocks, pressed me down flat on my tummy, my head resting in the lap of the one I had just serviced. I licked and lapped at his balls and shrinking cock, cleaning him further as the gentleman to my rear positioned himself astraddle my tushie. He roughly wiped my face and mouth smearing my cum-laden face and collecting some of the slippery goo from me, pried open the cheeks of my ass and smeared the jizz all about my man pussy. He then guided his throbbing dick to my sissy entrance. He rides his shaft up and down the cheeks of my tushie fucking them as a man would titty-fuck a genetic girl. I feel his long shaft as it rides teasingly back and forth across my femmy hole. I am melting, wild with desire. I am about to be impaled by my first real cock! The thought, and the feeling of his cheek fucking, are more than I can bear. I feel a small stream of my own sissy cummie slip out of my little cockie poo and ooze out through my cockie cage. Now I am a mess there as well. Suddenly he inserts the head inside me and paused for a moment. I ooze forth another tiny sissy stream. I can not breath until he is inside me. It's a Wonderful New Life He then slid it in with not only non-resistance from me but ready acceptance. My first real cock up the wazoo! It was at this exact moment as I experienced this incredible sensation of his cock pounding in and out of my once virgin ass that I realized I was past the point of no return. I reconciled myself to the obvious. This was a sensation I would just have to experience again and again, as often as I could, for the rest of my days. I was clearly and unarguably a true sissy fagot now! I creamed untold tiny little cummies as he pounded away. Or was I cumming little pops with every thrust in? Or was it every slide out? I truly don't know. It felt like one long, super intense creaming. Like he was pumping the sissy cream right out of me with every delicious stroke. I was pinned down on the outside, but bouncing off the walls on the inside. I can feel the moist puddle of my own sissy cream collecting beneath my crotch. I see now why women sometimes leave claw and scratch marks on men as they are getting fucked silly, as was I at this moment. He came all in my tushie and I could feel the warmth of his load as it entered into me. I lay there in motionless bliss savoring the experience, save for the clenching of my love hole resisting and dreading his removal. And when he did pull out of me I felt the wonderful sensation as his load trickled back out of me and ran a path down my creampuffs. From the moment he withdrew from my tushie I felt empty and alone. My still open, cum drenched tushie gaped and groped at the open air seeking more wonderful man cock. Instantly I wanted another cock inside me. He poked a finger inside my cum-filled femmy hole and it released a larger stream, giving back some of the manly root oil. I swooned in lust. I licked my lips seductively at everyone. I wanted more cock! My transformation, conversion, liberation is complete. I now know why I am here on this earth. I now know my special purpose in life. I am a sissy fuck toy for men. Meanwhile the other gentleman had been standing before Sherry fucking her beautiful pussy as she sat in a chair like a queen being serviced by a stud. When he came in her she pushed him away, and called for me to come to her. I scrambled to my feet and ran to her, heels clicking on the tile, wrists flailing; downright giddy she had summoned me. She rose and placed her hand to the top of my head. I dropped to my knees with such obedient quickness I think I bruised a knee cap. She turned her back to me and lowered herself to my face. I opened my mouth widely and her pussy spurted his cum into my mouth. And when no more came forth I raised my lips and took her pussy into my mouth and greedily sought more. I sucked her pussy for more cum. "Damn Sherry. I think she's your best yet" Amy said. As Sherry lifted herself off me, I turned to Amy and noticed she was laying on the lounger. A gentleman had left an enormous deposit at her snatch and the goo engulfed her privates. Amy took her finger and stuck it in her cum-drenched hole, collecting some of the pretty goo and placed it to her lips and licked at it. I was so jealous. "Look at all that cum Joddie. Doesn't it just look sooo delicious" Sherry teased me. "Oh yes Ma'am." I agreed in fact. "Well, why don't you go clean her up?" My head lowered in reluctance and I braced myself for the awful shock to my creampuffs I was certain was nano seconds away for disappointing her. But darn it, I didn't really want to lick a woman. Yuk! Mistress was one thing, but... Instead Sherry took control of me and bailed me out. "It's ok sweety. I know you don't really like girls anymore - in that way. Let me make this easy on you. I want you to clean her up, then thank her for the pleasure." Well, heck. That was different. I beamed in relief and quickly went to her and positioned myself between her spread legs and crawling seductively up to her and smiling first into her eyes, took eagerly to cleaning her cum soaked pussy with my tongue. I sucked and lapped up every morsel then went about licking her twat extra clean, making sure to run my tongue stud over her puffy swollen pussy lips, even darting inside them to make sure I had not missed any precious cum. She moaned her appreciation. Sherry then ordered me to stop and I did so in the blink of an eye, raising to my feet, and thanked her. "Thank you Ma'am for the opportunity to clean your lovely pussy. It was a pleasure and a real treat Ma'am." "Fuck Sherry. This one is too good to be true. So she doesn't want to be with a woman, but will do so with glee and expertise if you tell her to." "That's right Jerry." "So she is totally safe to leave with my girlfriend while I'm at work." "Of course. You can instruct her to never even look at your girlfriend, or to obey her in your absence as if she were you. It's your choice. Joddie will always obey what her Master says - always. If you don't want her servicing your girlfriend just tell her to cook, clean, do laundry, whatever. Did I mention she is an expert on the computer and has 2 college degrees? She would make an excellent secretary or receptionist. Imagine getting unlimited, uninhibited sex from your free secretary any time you wanted it. You could take her with you and your girlfriend or wife on trips, as a servant. You know, sissies travel light and transport well. Or you could just chain her to the bed and have her wait for you like some dog awaiting her master's return. She would be your slave, and will work tirelessly for you in and out of the sheets, with her only reward being your cock. And she loves for you to hold her head and pet her as she sucks you. I have no idea how long she will suck a cock. Today is her first real cock, but you can see she lives to suck. She has never stopped sucking her training dildos on her own - for me. I eventually always have to stop her, or she eventually falls asleep with it in her mouth. It's freaking ridiculous. I've never seen a sissy crave dick so bad. She sucks on it like a pacifier when asleep. I'm telling you, she's a natural born sissy" Everyone chuckles. I blush. Not in shame or humiliation, for that would imply pride or remorse - neither of which I now possessed. No, I blush from happiness and satisfaction that I have pleased my Mistress, and her guests. "That's fucking unbelievable" he said, "and very impressive." "No doubt Sherry" Amy piped in. "And she licks a mean pussy too. Clearly your best gurl yet. A real masterpiece." Sherry elaborates, "She even earned cummie treats during her training. She beams like a little kid getting chocolate when I reward her by letting her brush her teeth with cum." Chuckling becomes open laughter. "I'm serious" she continued with what seemed like a sales pitch, "I though at first this one would be a tough nut to crack. But Joddie was more eager student than forced or even reluctant conversion. I think that's why she took to her sissy training so well. In fact she was so receptive I was able to expand my traditional training methods with her to include sexual positions and muscle training, the importance of serving more than receiving, the use of extensive and prolonged usage of state of the art fucking machines for anal training, penis training and resizing - both psychological and chemical, climactic control and deprivation, or creaming on demand, submission, extensive nipple training, acceptance and even enjoyment of restraints and bondage, sleep audio sissification and femenization training that never needed repeating, and of course the crucial cock and cum worship. She took to it all so well I was able to bundle many aspects of her training and go way beyond the normal six week training goals by the third week. She is without a doubt my most successful project yet. As a sissy sex slave, she measures up at the head of the class. Hell, I played with her the final few days just for her fun and mine. All the training had been completed by then and that's why this meeting was moved up two weeks. Two more weeks with her and she might not want to leave me, and I might not want to let her go." More chuckles. Now I'm actually a smart gurl. I can't believe I said...yes I can...I said it. I'm a gurl. I had been taking this all in, noting every keyword, every reference as to what was going on. This is a "meeting" and not just a party? And all the wonderful times Sherry and I had shared were "training" that I had "completed" in record time? I was her "project?" But the one that really had me baffled - and confused - was "leave" Sherry? Leave?!? Apparently Sherry had done this untold times before. Converting a man into a sissy fuck toy for men. But bless her heart, she was wrong about one thing. Sherry didn't really convert me. Oh I know she lays claim to same and I would never contradict her. But I always felt different than other men. Trapped in stereotypical sexual roles and expected behaviors. Sherry taught me it was OK to let the real me out. Not the I want to be a woman me - the I want to be a sissy me! And serve a Master, publicly and privately, and wear his cum like a badge of honor. That it was OK to be sissyjoddie and openly lust for instead of secretly crave cock. She was in fact not my captor but my savior, not my trainer but my liberator. Suddenly this "party" had taken on a new meaning. This seemed more like an audition, an infomercial, an auction, than a hedonistic party. So who were these people? These gentlemen, really? Only her girlfriend Amy seemed like she had been here before. "Amy, would you please take Joddie inside and clean her up. Dress her nice and pretty, ok?" NO! The party's over? I was crushed. I had been so extensively trained on dildoes, dongs, vibrators, fucking machines, etc. I wanted more real, manly cock! I pouted but remained quiet as I submissively took Amy's extended hand and she led me away. Once inside Amy wiped me clean with a wet sponge at the kitchen sink as if she were grooming a dog. She cleaned my face and combed my hair, sprayed me with perfume, tidied up my makeup, even washed off my tushie between my cheeks. She even sponged clean my tiny man-clitty area. Of course she had to entice the pretty little nubbie forward with two fingers to expose it, like spreading a woman's pussy lips. Heck, as I stood beside her I noticed that Amy's pussy lips and protruding clit was bigger than my little nubbie. Not only was I now inferior to men, but my new genitalia was even inferior to this woman. The attention felt nice but wasn't really sexual. She was a girl for goodness sake. Yuk. Through the window I could see Sherry engaged in conversation with the three gentlemen at the table. But it was more than casual conversation. It looked more like a negotiation and lasted for several minutes. One gentleman rose and walked away. I never saw him again. A few minutes later another did the same. The remaining man and Sherry shook hands and I saw him write and hand her a check before Amy led me by the hand to a back room and dressed me. She removed the chastity device from me and slipped me into a pink panty strap that had no frontal cloth and left my little man clitty dangling off to the side. All two flaccid inches of it. She had me put on black open toed high heels, a black, clingy, sleeveless, mini dress that barely covered my bottom if it did at all, and covered my little nubbie only if standing straight and motionless, or if I tugged it down. Any movement whatsoever - including just walking - caused the dress to ride up above and expose the cute little nub. She slipped a mint into my mouth, and then led me by the hand back into the living room where Sherry and the gentleman were waiting. "Joddie honey. I have some exciting news for you. Jeff here wants to purchase you. He wants you to live with him and his wife and be their personal sissy man maid. Cook and clean for them, be their sexual fuck boy toy, their slave, and do what you are told, when you are told, and because you were told. What do you think of that?" "Leave you Mistress? Oh no Ma'am. I love you Ma'am. I want to stay with you" I said with tears welling up in my eyes then running down my face. "See" Sherry told Jeff, "Loyal as a blue tit hound dog. Now watch this. But Joddie, honey, I want you to go with Jeff and be his slave." I bucked up. No, I sissied up. "Yes Ma'am. I would love to serve and service Master Jeff in any and all ways he desires Ma'am. It would be an honor and a pleasure to serve." "Absolutely amazing" Jeff complimented openly - perhaps to both of us? "Good" she said as she stood and walked up to me. She kissed me fully on the lips - a first for us. Indeed I had never "had sex" or "been with" her in any way before. Only when she was training me did she occasionally use a strap-on or hand held vibrator on me. But I had never done anything to or for her until today, and it now seemed I never would. After the wonderful kiss, she grasped me by the shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes. "Joddie, this is very important. When we met did I not tell you if you came home with me I would demale you? "Yes Ma'am." "Did I not promise you I would turn you into a sissy fuck toy for men and train you to prefer cock to pussy? "Yes Ma'am." "And do you love being a cock swallowing sissy slut, a cum queen for men to come home to, a bottoms-up for bears little princess?" "Oh yes Ma'am. More than anything Ma'am." "Do you like cocks honey? "You know I do Mistress," I said with a silly yet respectful smirk. "Do you prefer any particular type or color cock, Precious?" "All cocks are extra beautiful and delicious Ma'am. I worship them all. May I sit on one and ride it now Ma'am," I asked softly as not to upset her. "You promised," I pouted pleadingly. I didn't want to play 20 questions. I wanted cock! "In a second sweetie. Joddie," she asked me while looking at Jeff with a watch this look. "Do you like cum honey?" "Oh YES Ma'am" I practically yelled out. "I would do a commercial for drinking cum Ma'am. I would pay to drink cum Ma'am. I would bathe in it Ma'am..." I tried to answer more but she cut me off with a laugh in her voice. "And does my sissy Joddie like cockie in her wittle tushie" she asked with pouted, pursed, mocking lips. Now I turned serious. Sucking cock and drinking cum are extremely fun and rewarding, but that is playtime stuff. But sitting on a manly dick, and having my legs spread up high and wide like a wishbone, and taking glorious cock in my tushie is just...oh...my...Let me catch my breath. That is serious stuff. My new mission in life. I fan my neck and chest with both hands as I answer. "Yes Mistress. I live for that" I freely, boastfully admit as I try to catch my breath. "I love a cock in my tushie above all else Ma'am. The feeling is just so intense. It's just to die for Ma'am!" I exclaimed in utter sissy fashion and excitedly squealy voice. Not on purpose mind you. But because I was that excited - talking about cocks in my tushie and all. Jeff just shakes his head as he chuckles. "So, did I keep my promises?" Sherry continues. "Did I not make you a sexual plaything for men?" "Oh, Yes Ma'am" I replied most seriously. "Bless your heart and soul, you did Ma'am, and thank you." "You are most welcome sweety. So, have I ever lied to you?" "Absolutely not Ma'am," I said in defense of her. "And I'll not lie to you now. Joddie, honey, you have a choice now. Your original male clothes are in that closet, the keys to your car that's in the garage are in the pants pocket. You may take them and drive away and leave all this behind, right now if you wish. Do you want to do that? The time it took for me to answer her surprised me. Instantly I cried out "Oh no Ma'am. I want to belong to Master Jeff, Mistress. I want to serve him and be his sissy slave Ma'am." What else could I say? Where else was there to go? What good was I to anyone beyond the scope of my new training? No, there was no escape from my new life. Nor did I seek release. I seek only cock now. "Excellent sissy Joddie, very excellent" she said. "Now sign this paper. It just gives me power of attorney over you so I can sell your clothes and car, close your bank accounts, end your lease, and other such male trappings you no longer need. Jeff will take care of you now. Please him and he will provide you with all you need. Disappoint him and he may sell you off, or turn you out on the streets and become a $5 sissy whore for cock. Or even desert you in some redneck biker bar or truck stop restroom. And you wouldn't like that would you? To be all on your own, with no steady cock to suck, and fuck you in your pussy?" "Oh NO Ma'am!" I practically yelled in horror. And with that she attached a collar and chain lease to my neck and handed it to Jeff. "And don't worry honey. We'll see each other again. We'll do lunch one day soon." I wondered if Jeff would share our lunch date, or be our shared lunch. As he led me away he assured me I would love my new life with him and his wife. "She's even freakier than me. And don't worry about your car. I have a nice car all picked out for you. And it fits you to a tee. You'll like it." Wow, he's got a car for me? I stopped at the doorway and looking back left Sherry with these words. "Thank you Mistress Sherry. You have changed my life forever and I will never forget you for the wonderful new life you have given me. Thank you so much Ma'am." And I meant every word. And to Master Jeff I offered, "and I will make you the best sissy server in the whole world Sir. And serve you well. I promise." And I meant every word of that too. Sherry taught me that too. Always keep your promises.