I'm enjoying a vision while relaxing on the sofa with a large glass of really good red wine.

My slave looks so delightfully feminine as she flits about the house. She's cooking, cleaning, doing all of the work traditionally thought of as belonging to a woman.

Her long blonde hair perfectly frames her well made up face and the delicateness of her body screams femininity no matter what dangles between her legs.

I've got her in towering high heels, so very high that she must move slowly, gracefully, and with care.

Her smoothly shaven legs are encased in thigh high black stockings, held in place with a beautiful lacy garter belt.

A matching panty hides the worthless little cock and balls she was born with, I know that those bits are severely constricted, bound under the panty to ensure a nice smooth front.

When she faces away from me I can see, outlined under the panties, the base of the butt plug that I always insist she wear for me.

She wears a skirt, black to match her underthings, alas, it covers nothing, I prefer her in a skirt too high to fully cover her smooth front and her shapely ass.

A white blouse covers her top; large breast forms under a pretty bra give her a truly wonderful shape.

Around her waist, a cincher, laced tight. Curves I've given her in spades.

I know that she will do a good job for me today, alas though, no one, not even she can be perfect. Later I will whip her, bruise her pretty little ass for every imperfection, no matter how slight.

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"Honey, I know how you love watching Mike and I have sex." My wife said as she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

"I want you to know that I like having you watch too." She continued. "Tonight though, I need a little change. Instead of you doing the watching while I do the fucking, I'm going to be the one watching. Mike said that you looked so good in your little maid's outfit last weekend that he wanted to fuck you!"

"Tonight, I'm just gonna watch, it'll be fun seeing what Mike can do to your cute little mouth and ass!" She declared.

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"Can we take his little dick off too?" I heard Mistress ask. "He'd look so much better in panties without a bulge."

"Certainly, it's no problem. He would look a lot better." The doctor answered.

Thick leather straps held me immobilized on the gynecologist's table. My feet were in the table's stirrups, my knees were bent, and my legs were held widely open. As Mistress and the doctor continued softly chatting my mind wandered back to the incident that brought me to this place, this punishment.

Mistress was a firm believer in regulating the male orgasm and kept my pathetic little cock locked away most of the time. She let it out of its plastic cage once a week for cleaning, and once every couple of months she would let me play with it and cum, as I knelt at her feet and she heaped mockeries upon my masculinity.

I knew that Mistress was right to keep my stupid little cock locked up, knew that she did it for my own good and to make me a better servant to her. I also knew that the feminine was the supreme gender and delighted in her feminization of me, her stripping away of my masculinity.

These things I knew and understood. Intellectually. Unfortunately, my intellect was not always able to overcome my drives, my lusts, and my desires.

Not long ago, on a Saturday morning Mistress left the house and I did not expect her to return for some hours. While she was away my lusts overcame my better judgment and instead of continuing to do my chores I fetched the panty she had worn the day before from the hamper and began inhaling its scent with my nose and tasting its flavor with the tip of my tongue. This of course did nothing but further fire my desire.

Soon, without even thinking about it I was nude, doing my best to make love to her panty through the thick plastic cage that covered my cock. I don't know what happened to me but I was overcome with need. I pulled that cage away from my body, forced my cock out of it. I knew that with enough time I could get my cock back inside, and I thought that I had that time. I violated Mistresses most fundamental rule. I masturbated without her permission and out from under her supervision.

I was almost ready to explode when Mistress walked into the bedroom. She had come back hours early and without my knowledge. She saw everything.

Her anger was beyond my imagining. I was told that our relationship was over, that she would have me no more. I was to leave the very next day and remain apart from her forever.

I begged to be allowed to stay. I pleaded with her. I promised Mistress that I would do anything if only I could remain at her side.

That is what brought me to this place, to her gynecologist and fellow female supremacist. My balls are to be removed so that Mistress may be assured that I will never again be able to orgasm without her permission. By removing my balls she will know that I am incapable of ever violating her rule again. It is what she insisted upon if I were to be permitted to stay in service to her.

It seems from Mistress's conversation with the doctor that my useless little cock is to be removed as well. I fear the loss, but must agree, I'll look truly delightful in panties once it is gone. I don't know how I'll live after the loss of the only things that marked me male but I know that Mistress is doing this for my own good so I am at peace.

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He looks perfect to me. A heavy leather posture collar holds his neck high, a matching hood blinds him. His face is hidden beneath the leather, only his mouth remains exposed. Delightfully positioned, he is kneeling before me, his knees spread wide.

I walk up to him; caress the leather covering his eyes with the tips of my fingers. I hold his head. My leg moves back then juts forward; my foot crashes into his delicate and exposed balls.

His mouth opens so he can scream; I cut it off, pulling his head toward me, driving the dildo strapped around my waist deeply into his throat. I fuck him, fuck his mouth, his throat with my long, long dildo. He can only gag, never scream.

Brutality is what he desires, cruelty is what he needs.

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Mistress is helping me become the gurl of my dreams. I'm bent over a table, my white panty pulled down to the tops of my matching stockings, exposing my behind. My petticoat and black maid's skirt is pulled up above my waist. My poor behind is sore and red, Mistress finished taking her hairbrush to it only moments ago.

Right now I can feel the line of her body all along my own. She is bent over me, holding me, matching my body with her own. She is whispering encouragement into my ear, holding my head in her hands, helping to direct me as I take the cock before me into my sissy mouth. I hope that my new-found femininity is pleasing to her.

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I didn't want to choke but I couldn't help it. I tried to concentrate but it was impossible.

Her left hand was wrapped around my neck, my hair in her fist, and with every thrust of her hips she would pull my head forward forcing the impossibly large dildo down my throat. Like any good slut, I hoped to learn how to take her cock deeply into myself, but I found myself coughing, gagging, almost retching uncontrollably with each violent thrust.

If that wasn't enough to keep me occupied her other hand curled around my body and was being forced into my ass. She'd begun with a single finger but slowly she was opening me, pushing me to accept more.

As I knelt there, weak in this beautiful woman's arms, fucked from both ends, it occurred to me that this was what I most desired. I wanted to be her slut, her sissy, her cross-dressed little pussy, a toy for her amusement. My body cried out in pain from what she was doing to it, and the earlier beating I had received. My beautiful makeup and lingerie were destroyed, but I knew that when she was finally finished with me I would beg to do it all again.

I yelled out as she forced yet another finger into my ass, she stifled it by ramming her cock deeper into my mouth. Outside of myself, overcome by sensation, I relaxed as I felt her hand finally slip into my body, my abused ass clenching her dainty wrist.

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I stood in the background admiring Mistress's handiwork. John, or Joanie as it was to be called tonight was to be the life of our evening's party and Mistress had spent quite a bit of time getting it ready.

It was one of Mistress's toys. As John he was a successful real estate broker, but on the weekends it liked to let go and come to Mistress for a transformation into Joanie, a cross-dressed slave eager for any abuse Mistress cared to give. One of it's main fantasies was to think of Joanie as a female amusement for abusive and all powerful men, to be their toy, the object of their rape and other physical torture.

Mistress was always pleased to help it find what Joanie needed but tonight was to be something special for tonight it would truly be gang raped, truly be nothing but a hole in which to spray one's cum.

Mistress had made it up earlier, high heels, a garter belt, stockings, bra with breast forms, wig, makeup, the whole package. It wasn't close to passable, so it was obvious that Joanie was truly John on the outside, but that didn't matter, only the inside mattered, and I was quite sure that it felt as if it had transformed into the female Joanie.

After it's female transformation Mistress bound it in place, delightfully exposed for the amusements she had planned. It's legs were spread as wide as possible and held firmly in place with stout ropes of hemp. Thus spread it was bent over a rack at the waist held immovable with yet more rope. It's arms and head extended over the rack, arms stretched forcefully ahead and bound into place, it's head the only body part left free to hang as it might.

Mistress had forced a large ball gag into it's mouth, bright red in color, and a large matching plug into it's ass. As her final act she bound up it's cock and balls (quite inappropriate on Joanie) with leather lacing and fastened them to the rack to keep it still.

Earlier in the day I had made a sign for Mistress explaining that Joanie was provided for the entertainment of Mistress's guests and that men should feel free to find release deep in it's ass. The instructions also suggested that fist fucking and strap-on dildos for our female guests were perfectly appropriate. The sign's last instruction was a request that after one finished with it, the plug be replaced in it's ass so that it would be open and ready for whomever and whatever came next. Once it was bound, the sign and supplies were placed next to it, right by the door for all of Mistress's guests to see upon their arrival.

I knew that the party would be very hard for it, and thought that after it had been suffering for awhile, when tears were streaking it's makeup, I would kneel down in front of it, whispering comforts in it's ear as I held it's head and felt it's body's reactions to whomever was penetrating it at the time.

After the party, I knew that the three of us would retire to Mistress's bed, I'd share it with her, my lips between her legs expertly providing pleasure while it would lie on the floor, at the foot of her bed, trying to recover as it listened to her soft moans. It would, I knew, be truly delightful.

I reflected that while I didn't share it's specific needs; I could to a point understand it. I too had been born male and still possessed male appendages (locked away in stainless steel thank god) but I didn't think of myself as a crosdresser. Rather than a crossdresser Mistress had carefully crafted me in her own image, under her careful guidance I had, for years now, presented to the world, and to myself as female. I lived a delightfully lesbian life, surrounded by womanhood, heavily spiced with dominance and submission.

It I knew would never experience what I had, but that I knew was OK, because what it desired was something quite different, and I knew that what was most important in life was accepting ourselves and living as we needed to live.

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"Please Mistress, may I cum?" You ask me, explosive passion evident in your voice.

I hear your words and reflect upon how I've forced you to change.

You came to me a man, yet now you are woman. High heels, stockings, and the short skirt you are stroking yourself through. Lacy bra, pretty makeup and hair, your outfit is complete.

I love having you on your knees, do so often, but today is different for you. Today you are not kneeling at my feet; today you are kneeling with your face in a very masculine crotch. You are learning about sex as a woman. You are bathing in his scent, feeling his hardness on your cheeks, and exploring your femininity as you bask in his masculinity.

I want you to cum with your face in his crotch; want you to become woman for me.

"You may cum bitch." I say moments before your feminization completes.

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My presents are unwrapped, stacked around me, a boon because it is my birthday. Some are from Mistress Kate, others from Master John. Mostly they are beautiful, frilly, feminine clothing, pretty clothes to cover my new self, because under their whips I have become a sweet and submissive girl. I am no longer the strong and strapping man I was when I met them.

Mistress Kate reaches behind herself and pulls out one final gift with a card attached. It's addressed to Sissy from Master and Mistress. It is a joint gift, the only one of the night that they selected together. I open the card excited to see what they may have gotten me.

Dear Sissy,

John & Kate

I was more than a little confused by their message in the card, but I hadn't cum in so long that my excitement was instantly ramped to unbelievable levels. I couldn't wait to see what kind of wonderful toy they had found for me to work my cock with.

I ripped the paper away from the package.

Inside was a massive black dildo, with balls attached. The words "Realistic 9 Inch Cock" were emblazoned across the top of the clear plastic package.

My eyes must have grown wide at the site of it for I heard Mistress laugh.

"I hope you like it Sissy!" She blurted out, still laughing. "I've always cum very hard with my dildo, and it's not nearly as big as yours!"

Later that night, on my hands and knees, I was made to demonstrate my new skills at "fucking myself." Apparently these words have become their new favorite term. They laughed, taunted, and slowly began to make love, as I moaned on the floor, doing my best to entertain them.

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Later that same night Victoria awoke with a strong memory of her aunt's voice in her ear. His aunt always had a bedtime story of her own creation for Victor, and she remembered many of them as if she had just heard them yesterday.

This night as Victoria lay half awake, half in a state of dreams, she recounted one of her favorites in her head.

"I want so much from you little girl, I don't only want to take your masculinity away, I want you to embrace femininity. It's not only that though, for what good is simple, perhaps prudish femininity? No. I want you to be so much more. I want to not only turn you into a woman, I want that woman you will become to be a whore."

"Picture you and me, not too far in the future. You shave your body completely as I supervise to make certain that you don't miss a single stray hair. When you are nice and silky smooth I fetch the enema bag, put you on your knees, and clean you out perfectly so that you will be nice and fresh for your late night visitor. When you are done showering, squeaky clean, you'll stand in front of the big mirror, doing your makeup, perfuming your body. At some point in these feminine rituals I'll come to you, gloved and carrying a bottle of lubricant. I'll bend you over the counter and grease your behind. Don't think that this will be erotic though, just a necessary step in your preparations. When my fingers are done penetrating you I'll leave you to finish."

"When you are ready you'll come into my bedroom to get dressed, I'll already have your clothes for the evening all set out. Six-inch black leather stiletto heels, black stockings with a matching garter belt. A very sexy, lacy g-string, bra, and of course your breast forms. Over it all a leather skirt so short that it barely covers your round bottom, and a sheer blouse allowing a full view of your beautiful bra. Your blonde wig will complete the ensemble."

"Dressed you'll follow me to the living room and kneel down just inside the door. I'll cuff your hands together behind your back, and add cuffs to your ankles for good measure. Then you will wait."

"A man you have never met, an older, cold and cruel man whom I have an arrangement with will come in without knocking. He won't say a word to you, simply walk to you, and to make certain that you are paying attention, will slap your face. Hard."

"He'll then open his pants and use your mouth. Not gently, not lovingly, I don't want you to misunderstand. He'll fuck your mouth, hard and brutally, driving himself deep into your throat, making you gag, bringing tears to your eyes. Still he will not speak."

"When he's had his fill of your mouth he'll go behind you, undue your bonds, and push you forward. Your skirt will be pulled up, your panties pulled down. He'll spank your cute little bottom, again without gentleness, for he is a brutal man and prefers violence to love. When he's satisfied with the blistering of your ass, with your cries, your fucking will begin. Hard, fast, and deep, fucking until he cums buried deeply within your body."

"When he is through with you he'll pull away. Standing he'll fix his clothing, and simply walk out of the house, walk out of your life, with never a word being said to you."

"Sweet dreams my precious little girl, dream of him tonight, perhaps someday I'll make that dream come true for you."

As the story ended Victoria slipped back into a contented sleep.

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Earlier this week, I found the following site, tremendous fun, especially for all of you sissy maids out there!

Mr. Hugo Black

Enjoy!

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Recently a friend passed me a link to Diary of a Latex Lady, and I read the entire blog with tremendous interest.

What I found so very fascinating and exciting was not however the latex, not the material, rather the concept. The concept of keeping ones slave in a burqa.

The concept of ‘caging’ a slave in such a way.

The possibilities for public bondage with no one being the wiser.

I must say that it is an impressive concept indeed.

Happy Reading!

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You may have been born male, but I don’t think of you as such. We have spent too much time transforming you into the sexy little whore you were destined to become.

Chastised and denied, your cock is meaningless now. Makeup, hair, manners, grooming, all of these things help fulfill the illusion of femininity.

You are on the bed, kneeling upon the shiny, black, rubber sheets. Facing me, yet unable to see me. You are wearing so very little. Nude except for the stainless steel cage that ensures your chastity for me. Except for the shiny, black, rubber, gloves that encase your hands from fingertips to elbows. Except for the shiny, black, rubber hood that encases your head, a hood with only three holes, one leaving your mouth free, and two tiny nostril holes so that you may breathe.

You are ever so sexy, bright, red, wet lipstick showing off your lips, all I can see from under the hood.

You hold a thick and long dildo. Hard, plastic, shiny like your rubber. A toy, colored in a pastel green, a toy color, fitting I think.

I instruct as you listen. You will lubricate yourself for me, you will use the dildo on yourself for me, you will fuck yourself for me. My own little lesbian bitch, you will provide a wonderful show for me. The sheets are rubber, you will glide across them for me, you will call out for me, you will scream in pleasure for me.

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Let me change you, let me improve you. Together we shall forget all about your cock, forget about everything masculine. I have no need of such things anyway so perhaps it is best that we forget they are even there.

A nice cage will keep that cock locked safely away, a good sharp razor will bring you much closer to the body of a girl. Mannerisms should change; merciless training will serve to soften you.

Sexy panties, a beautiful bra, garter belt, stockings, and of course towering heels. Feminization suits you perfectly. Makeup and a cute wig, each addition making you more and more my girl.

The man gone, my girl complete, it is time for me to take my own pleasure. You must learn to suck, suck my strap-on, swallow my dildo. I want to see those made up lips all the way down to the base of the shaft.

Turn around, bend over for me. Give me your ass, the ass transformed into a cunt, for I shall work it hard. Penetrating you, violating you, fucking you, using you as my girl. I want to hear the beautiful girl I’ve created crying out for me, I want to watch her suffering for me.

Together we shall work to do away with the man, create the perfect girl for my amusement.

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