Her Feminized Plaything

Victoria lived away in an elegant, discreet apartment. She was a dominant woman, a mistress in the truest sense, with a penchant for the peculiar and the provocative. Her lover, Alex, was a man who had fallen under her spell, willingly surrendering to her desires, no matter how taboo or unconventional. Their relationship was a dance of dominance and submission, a tango of trust and exploration. And one of Victoria’s most cherished fantasies was about unfold: transforming Alex into her feminized plaything.

Victoria had a deep-seated fascination with lingerie, makeup, and the delicate trappings of femininity. She loved the softness of silk, the lace that teased and tantalized, and the ritual of painting her face with colors that enhanced her beauty. But her pleasure was amplified when she shared these experiences with Alex, blurring the lines of gender and expectation.

One Friday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Victoria decided it was time to indulge in her desires. She had planned everything meticulously, from the delicate lingerie on the bed to the array of makeup brushes and palettes arranged on her vanity.

“Alex,” she called her voice a sultry purr. “Come here, darling.”

Alex entered the room, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He knew what was coming, and his heart pounded w of excitement and nervousness.

“Tonight, we’re going to explore something new,” Victoria said, running her fingers over the lace of a baby pink bra. “I want to see you in these. I want to paint your face, make you my living, breathing doll.”

Alex swallowed hard, his body already responding to her words. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.

Victoria smiled, a slow, sensuous curve of her lips. “Good boy,” she said. “Now, strip for me.”

Alex obeyed, shedding his clothes until he stood naked before her. Victoria circled him, her eyes appraising, her touch light as she trailed her fingers over his skin.

“Perfect,” she murmured. “Now, let’s begin.”

She started with the stockings, rolling them up his legs, her touch firm yet gentle. The silk was cool against his skin, and he shivered as she secured them to the garter belt. Next came the panties, a lacy confection in the same baby pink as the bra. She had him step into them, pulling them up and adjusting them until they fit snugly against his body.

“Look at you,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Already filling them out so nicely.”

Alex blushed, his cock twitching as it strained against the lace. Victoria chuckled like dark honey, and moved on to the bra. She had him slip his arms through the straps, then reached around to fasten it, her breath hot on his neck.

“There,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “You look divine. But we’re not done yet.”

She led him to the va and sat him on the plush stool. She started with his face, applying a light foundation and blending it into his skin with careful strokes. Then came the blush, a soft rose that accentuated his cheekbones. She dusted his eyelids with a shimmereyesyesh. Next, Victoria picked up a palette of eyeshadows, her fingers dancing over the colors as she decided which to use. She settled on a smoky eye, a blend of silvers and blacks that would make his eyes pop. She worked meticulously, blending and shading unwas satisfied with the result. She added a touch of eyeliner, her hand steady as she drew a thin line along his lash line, extending it slightly at the corners to give him a cat-eye look.

“Look at me,” she murmured, and Alex complied, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. She smiled, pleased with her work. “Beautiful,” she said before moving on to his lips. She lined them first, then filled them in with a soft pink lipstick that matched his lingerie. She blotted his lips with a tissue, then added a touch of gloss for shine.

“Now,” she said, standing back to admire her handiwork. “Let’s see what we have here.”

Alex looked in the mirror, his eyes widened he saw his reflection staring back at him. He was unrecognizable, transformed into a delicate, feminine creature. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes smoldering, his lips full and pouty. He looked like a doll, a plaything, and the thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

Victoria noticed his reaction and smiled. “You like it, don’t you?” she said, her voice a low purr. “You like being my little doll, my feminized plaything.”

Alex nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.

Victoria chuckled, a sound like velvet. “Good,” she said. “Because we’re just getting started.”

She led him back to the bed, where she had him lie down. She stood over him, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in every detail. She could see the bulge in his panties, his cock straining against the lace, and she smiled.

“Look at you,” she said, her voice teasing. “All dressed up and nowhere to go. Except… that’s not entirely true, is it?”

Alex shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “No, Mistress,” he said.

Victoria smiled, a slow, sensuous curve of her lips. “That’s right,” she said. “Because tonight, you’re going to go on a little journey. A journey into pleasure, into submission, into the deepest, darkest parts of your desires.”

She started with his feet, her touch light as she ran her fingers over his arches and toes. She could feel the tension in his body, the anticipation, and she smiled. She moved up his legs, her touch feather-light, teasing, until she reached his thighs. She could see the goosebumps on his skin, the way his cock twitched with every touch, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him.

She moved up his body, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. She circled his navel, then moved up to his chest, her fingers brushing against his nipples. She could feel them harden under her touch, and she smiled. She leaned down, her breath hot on his skin, and took one nipple into her mouth. She sucked, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, and Alex gasped, his body arching off the bed.

“Mistress,” he moaned, his hands reaching for her.

Victoria t Victoria gently but firmly pushed Alex’s hands away. “None of that,” she chided softly. “You’re my plaything tonight, remember? And playthings don’t touch. They’re touched.”

Alex whimpered but complied, his hands falling back to his sides. Victoria smiled, pleased with his obedience. She turned her attention back to his nipples, lavishing the same attention on the other one, sucking and licking until Alex was writhing beneath her.

She sat up, straddling his chest, and looked down at him. His lips were parted, his breath coming in short gasps, his eyes glazed with desire. She could see the pulse fluttering in his neck, the flush of arousal on his skin. He was beautiful like at her mercy, his body a playground for her pleasure.

“Please, Mistress,” Alex begged, his desperate whisper. “Please, I need more.”

Victoria smiled, a slow, sultry curve of her lips. “More?” she asked, her voice a teasing purr. “More of what, my little plaything?”

Alex’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips. “More of you,” he said. “More of your touch, your taste, your… everything.”

Victoria chuckled, a sound like dark velvet. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” she said. “But I suppose you’ve been good. And good playthings deserve rewards.”

She shifted, moving up his body until she was kneeling over his face, her thighs framing his cheeks. She was wearing a black silk thong, and she could feel his hot breath against her pussy, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

“Taste me,” she commanded, her voice a soft growl.

Alex complied eagerly, his tongue darting out to lick her through the silk. Victoria moaned, her head falling back as she ground against his mouth. She could feel his tongue, hot and wet, as he licked and sucked, his eager moans vibrating against her flesh.

She rode his face, her hips moving in slow, sensuous circles as she took her pleasure from him. She could feel the heat building in her belly, the tension coiling like a snake, ready to strike. But she wasn’t ready to come yet. She wanted to draw this out to savor every moment and every sensation.

She shifted again, moving back down his body until she was kneeling between his thighs. She looked down at him, her eyes taking in every detail. His lips were swollen and shiny from licking her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes bright with desire. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock straining against the lace of his panties.

Victoria smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. “Look at you,” she said, her voice a low purr. “All flustered and needy. It’s adorable.”

Alex whimpered, his hips arching up, seeking her touch. Victoria chuckled, a sound like honey and sin.

“Patience, my little plaything,” she said. “I’ll give you what you need. But first…”

She reached out, her fingers tracing the waistband of his panties. She could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against the lace, eager for her touch. She teased him, her fingers dancing over the fabric, tracing the outline of his cock, but never touching it directly. She leaned down, her breath hot on his skin as she whispered in his ear. “Do you want me to touch you, my little plaything? Do you want me to wrap my fingers around your cock and stroke you until you come?”

Alex moaned, his body trembling with need. “Yes, Mistress,” he begged. “Please, touch me.”

Victoria chuckled, a sound like velvet and smoke. “Since you asked so nicely,” she said, her fingers finally slipping inside his panties, pushing the lace to the side to reveal his straining cock.

She wrapped her fingers around him, her grip firm and sure. Alex gasped, his hips bucking up into her touch. She stroked him slowly, her fingers twisting and turning, exploring every inch of his cock. She could feel the veins pulsing beneath her touch, the heat of his arousal, the slickness of his pre-cum.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “So hard, so eager. You’re like a little slut, aren’t you? My little feminized slut, begging for my touch.”

Alex moaned, his body writhing beneath her. “Yes, Mistress,” he gasped. “I’m your slut, your plaything, your everything.”

Victoria smiled, a slow, sensuous curve of her lips. “That’s right,” she said. “And don’t you forget it.”

She increased her pace, her hand moving faster, stroking him with firm, sure strokes. She could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew he was close, she wanted to push him over the edge.

“Come for me, my little plaything,” she commanded her voice a low growl. “Come for me like the little slut you are.”

Alex cried out, his body convulsing as his orgasm hit him. Victoria stroked him through it, her hand milking his cock, drawing out every last drop of his pleasure. She watched as his cock pulsed and twitched, his cum spilling out onto his stomach, painting his skin with his desire.

When he finally stilled, Victoria released his cock, her fingers trailing over his sensitive flesh, drawing a shiver from him. She looked down at him, her eyes taking in every detail. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed with pleasure, his body slick with sweat and cum. He was a mess, and he was beautiful.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a soft purr. “You came so nicely for me. Like a little slut.”

Alex smiled weakly, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered.

Victoria chuckled, a sound like dark honey. “You’re welcome, my little plaything,” she said. “But we’re not done yet.”

She moved off the bed, standing and looking down at him. She could see the confusion in his eyes, the question, and she smiled.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” she said, her voice a teasing purr. “You’re my plaything tonight, remember? And I intend to play with you until I’m satisfied.”

Alex’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body already responding to her words. Victoria smiled, pleased with his reaction.

“Good,” she said. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. And then, we’ll start around Victoria, returning from the bathroom with a warm, damp cloth. She gently cleaned Alex’s stomach, wiping away the remnants of his orgasm. She took her time, her touch tender and caring, a stark contrast to the dominant mistress she had been mere moments ago. But this was the push and pull of their relationship, the ebb and flow of dominance and submissi of power and tenderness.

“There,” she said softly, tossing the cloth aside. “All clean.”

Alex looked up at her, his eyes filled w of gratitude and anticipation. “Thank you, Mistress,” he murmured.

Victoria smiled, a soft, gentle curve of her lips. “You’re welcome, my little plaything,” she said. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jcheek, and his lips. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she said. “So soft, so pliant, so… mine.”

Alex shivered at her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into her caress. Victoria smiled, her heart swelling with affection and desire. She loved seeing him like this—so vulnerable andletely hers.

But she wasn’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

She stood up, her eyes roaming over his body, taking in every detail. She could see the flush of arousal on his skin, the way his nipples hardened under her gaze, the way his cock twitched, already eager for more. She smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips.

“Round two,” she said, her voice a low purr.

Alex’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body already responding to her words. Victoria chuckled, a sound like dark velvet.

“Good,” she said. “Because I have so many more plans for you.”

She walked over to her closet, her hips swaying with each step. She opened the door, revealing a treasure trove of toys, clothes, and accessorizing accessories. Perusing her collection, she fangled the various items, trying to decide what to use next.

Her eyes landed on a pretty little maid roulette with a frilly apron and a lace headband. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she pulled it out and turned to face Alex.

“What do you think, my little plaything?” she said, her voice singing purr. “Want to be my little maid?”

Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at the outfit and then back at Victoria. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. But he nodded, his eyes filled with excitement and nervousness.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Victoria smiled, a slow, sensuous curve of her lips. “Good,” she said. “Because I think you’ll look adorable in this.”

She helped him into the outfit, adjusting the straps and tying the apron around his waist. Then, she stepped back, her eyes taking in every detail. Alex stood before her, his cheeks flushed, his eyes downcast, his body encased in the frilly, feminine outfit. He looked perfect.

“Beautiful,” Victoria murmured, her voice a low pure beautiful.

Alex looked up at her, his eyes shining with pleasure at her words. Victoria smiled, her heart swelling with affection.

“Now,” she said, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. “Let’s see just how well you can serve me, my little maid.”

She gestured toward the floor, her meaning clear. Alex hesitated only for a moment before sinking gracefully to his knees, the frilly hem of the maid’s dress pooling around him. His hands trembled slightly as he placed them on his thighs, his posture obedient and demure.

Victoria stepped closer, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling the air between them. She reached down, curling her fingers under his chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. The anticipation in his eyes sent a delicious shiver through her.

“You look precious like this,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “All dolled up, waiting for my command. I wonder…” Her fingers trailed along his lips, tracing the curve of his mouth. “Can my little maid use that pretty mouth to please me properly?”

Alex’s breath hitched, and he nodded, his eagerness palpable.

Victoria smirked. “Good. Show me how devoted you are.”

She stepped back and settled onto the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs ever so slightly. The invitation was clear. Without hesitation, Alex crawled forward, his delicate lace-clad wrists resting against her knees as he looked up at her with silent pleading.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him toward his purpose. His lips met her with reverence, soft and seeking, before delving into deeper devotion. Victoria let out a slow, satisfied sigh, tilting her head back as she reveled in his obedience.

“Such a good little maid,” she purred, rocking her hips forward to meet his efforts. “This is exactly where you belong.”

The pleasure built between them, an unrelenting crescendo that left Victoria breathless. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she rode the wave of sensation, her body trembling as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

With a final, shuddering sigh, she released him, her chest rising and falling as she gazed down at him. Alex looked up, lips glistening, his expression one of complete submission and pride.

Victoria smiled, brushing a thumb over his damp lips. “Such a good little slut,” she whispered. “But your duties aren’t finished yet. There’s still so much more for you to do.”

She pulled him up onto the bed, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to his lips, letting him taste the reward of his devotion. As she laid him back against the pillows, her hands exploring his body with renewed intent, she whispered against his ear.

“I told you, my sweet plaything. You’re mine for the night… and I’m far from satisfied.”

The night stretched on, filled with laughter, moans, and the delicious sound of Alex’s eager obedience. By the time dawn began to creep in through the curtains, Victoria finally allowed them both to collapse into sated exhaustion, tangled together in the soft sheets.

She traced lazy circles on his bare chest, smiling as she pressed a final kiss to his temple.

“Sleep, my darling,” she murmured. “Tomorrow, we’ll play again.”

And with that promise lingering in the air, they drifted into the kind of slumber that only true pleasure and absolute surrender could bring.

Heart of A Cuckold

The Beta’s Aunt

“What the fuck are you doing, nephew?” My aunt was standing at the threshold of my bedroom. The humiliation would be the understatement of the century. I stood there with her panties and bra on, modeling in front of my full-length mirror. 

“Is this what you are into, you little freak?“ 

I opened my mouth, but words evaded me. She kept staring at me. How could I have put myself in this situation? I was so careful! I thought everyone was gone for the day, and I had the house to myself. 

I love wearing girl clothes. It was supposed to be my secret. I planned on being a closet Sissy for the rest of my life. I borrowed my aunt’s black lace panty and bra set from the laundry a few nights before and waited for this moment to show them off. 

She had so many cute clothes. Her figure was intoxicating. We wore the same size, and I thought her panties looked so hot on my shaved body: smooth lines and feminine silk. I often fantasized about her forcing me to wear them. 

However, this was reality, and I had just gotten exposed. “I am sorry.” My mind was racing, and yet the way she looked at me had changed from anger to something else.

“I am pissed because the black lace set looks cute on you. Do you shave your entire body?”

“Yes. I don’t like hair. It makes me feel ugly and manly. You aren’t going to tell mom?”

“Of course not. Nothing wrong with being a little sissy boy!”

A huge smile filled my face, and my anxiety dissipated. I liked her calling me that. It was the first time I could voice my truth to anyone. I felt a mix of emotions from excitement. “Would you like me to model it for you?” 

She walked over and smacked me on the ass. “I want you to prance around the house and then clean my bedroom!”

I clapped my hands in excitement. “I love prancing!” 

“Is that a cage I see on your dresser?” 

“Yes!”

“Put it on and leave it on until I tell you to take it off, and no masturbating in my clothes unless I permit you. I am your Alpha, nephew!” She commanded. 

I could feel the precum oozing from my penis in the admiration of the very first person to discover my secret to be my aunt, and on top of that, she wanted to be my superior. I pulled down her panties I was wearing as she watched, placing the small cage on my cock. 

“Now, let me lock it. I need to make sure it is secure.” 

She grazed the shaft, and I felt it twitch. “Don’t get hard on me, Beta!” 

“Yes, ma’am!” I was over the moon. I couldn’t believe she was touching me, and I couldn’t wait to perform all the tasks she commanded me to do. 

She secured my cage. “I will teach you how to be like me in every way. I will train you what a truly feminine woman looks like, how she acts, and so when you are alone, and we are not together, you will begin to be more confident in your sissy skin.” 

“OMG! You would do that for me?” 

“Yes, and more. I have some surprises in store for you today that you will love.”

“Why are you doing all this for me? My mom and your sister would never be okay with you doing all this. If she found out, she would be so angry with you and disappointed in me.”  

She smiled and gently took her hands and held my face. “My girly boy, that is exactly why I am doing this. You should be free to be whoever you want without fear of disappointing the ones you care the most about. Those are just facts, but we live in a world that is clouded by all kinds of preconceived notions. So, we must keep this our little secret and have fun when it is safe.”

I started crying without warning. I had never heard anyone in my family talk so openly and lovingly. It was as if she understood me, saw me for who I was, and still loved me for it. This was all I ever wanted, but I never dreamed I could find it. 

She kissed me on the lips. Her mouth tasted like a mix of cherry Starburst and forbidden sensuality. It was confusing for me because she was my aunt. “I hope those are tears of happiness, babe.” 

“Yes. Yes, they are.” 

“Good. Now, come with me to my bedroom, and let’s see what we can find to make you look even more fabulous.” 

She led me into her room. My aunt dressed classically while incorporating some of the trends that she liked. She sat me down on the bed and proceeded to go through her closet, putting outfits she deemed worthy of me on the bed. 

After a few minutes, she narrowed down five outfits. “These are yours. I will keep them in my closet for you when you are alone.”

I squealed in excitement. I could not believe this was happening. It wasn’t a dream. It was real. I finally had someone to try clothes on with, and she would train me to be more feminine. 

“Pick out an outfit today, and then I will pick out some panties. After that, we will do your make-up. I have several fabulous wigs for you to try on.”

I have to admit it was overwhelming all the things girls have to go through to be accepted as beautiful in society. My role as a male was way more straightforward. My clothes didn’t have to match, and no one would judge me. It was way easier to have a cock than it was to have a vagina. 

“Oh!” My aunt interrupted my thoughts. “And we need shoes for our outing today. What size do you wear?” 

“We wear the same size,” I responded. 

“That is perfect.” She stopped herself and gave me a sly look. “Wait a minute! How do you know we were the same size, nephew?” 

I recoiled a bit and sheepishly added. “I might have tried on some or maybe all of your shoes while you were at work.” 

She started laughing. “Well, good. Let’s find you some then.” 

She was the best aunt ever, and I was so grateful. “Hold up! Did you say outing?” 

“Yes, of course. I will get you all dolled up, and then we will go shopping with several of my girlfriends today.” 

“What? I can’t go out in public dressed as a girl!” The idea of it terrified me. My anxiety went through the roof, and I felt my chest tightening. 

She took me by the hand. “Just breathe, beautiful. You got this. My girlfriends are super supportive. They will love you, and trust me, no one will say anything to you. It will be so freeing for you to go out as your true self.”

We picked out a pair of white panties with flower imprints and purple lace trim that matched the purple bra. She sat me down at her makeup desk with a massive vanity. She color-matched me based on my skin tone and began working on contouring my face to hide the masculine parts of myself and bring out the new fabulously feminine me. I was beyond happy with the results. 

I put on a Tommy Hilfiger Houndstooth Fit & Flare Skirt that accentuated my ass and a simple but elegant white silky blouse. She then paired it with a black pair of strap dress heels and a matching black bag to carry my lipstick. “You always need accessories to freshen up.” She explained. 

I was so pleased with the results. I was now the Sissy I dreamed about but thought could never be a reality. “Are you ready for the world to see the new you, baby?” 

“No, but it probably doesn’t make sense for you to have done all this work and for me stay at home.”

“That’s the spirit.” She got herself dolled up, and before I knew it was time for me to step out of my house and into the light. 

The plan was for us to meet for lunch and then go shopping. My aunt was right. The three women and one of the ladies’ daughters, close to my age, were fantastic. 

We sat down and ordered our food. No one laughed at my manly voice or how awkward I was walking in heels. I studied the women and my aunt to get clues about how they did the things they did naturally. 

While eating, the daughter and I discussed everything we liked to do for fun. She was so cute and kind. We had a lot of the same interests and movie taste. I felt completely comfortable with her. We paired often during our shopping experience. She picked out some clothes for me to wear, and we met another Sissy at the Sephora store, who complimented me on how beautiful I looked. I blushed, of course, but it was a fantastic experience. 

I started taking an interest in this girl. She was beautiful, intelligent and funny. Most importantly, she wasn’t put off by the fact that I was a Sissy. She had a powerful, independent personality, which I found unbelievably attractive. I thought to myself, I would let her dominate the fuck out of me and enjoy every moment of it. 

I couldn’t figure out if she were just being nice or really into me, but she seemed to be flirting with me a lot. The looks she would give led me to believe she was possibly into me, but I still wasn’t sure. Either way, she was someone I could be terrific friends with and hang out with. 

If someone had given me a funny look, I never noticed because the entire day, I was wrapped up in the attention of this beautiful girl. It let me know how important it would be for me to find people who accepted me and loved me for who I was and that I was someone worthy of those things. 

Gangbangers

Chapter 1

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I took in the erotic and twisted display before me. The room reeked of leather and sweat, a musky scent that both repulsed and aroused me in equal measure. My eyes darted from one image to another, each more depraved than the last. Men were bound and gagged, helpless as their bodies were used and abused by dominant women. The thought should have disgusted me, but a fire kindled within my belly.

A sudden creak behind me made me whirl around, my senses on high alert. In the doorway stood a woman clad in black leather from head to toe, her features obscured by shadows save for her piercing emerald eyes. “Welcome,” she purred, oozing with authority and lustful intent. “I’ve been expecting you.”

I was not one of those men who cowered in fear before such displays of female domination. I stepped forward tentatively, drawn in by a voice I couldn’t quite place. It was like a whisper, yet I knew it was from a presence in the room. “Come closer,” the voice beckoned, and despite my better judgment, my feet carried me forward.

The floor was covered in plush red carpet, and a large, velvet Altar of Submission stood in the center. A dominatrix, attired in a shimmering leather corset and thigh-high boots, stood before it, smirking as she waited for me to make my approach. “Do you know what you are about to do?” she asked.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but something about this place, this moment, drew me in like a moth to a flickering flame. “No,” I managed to croak out. “But I… I want to know.”

You are here to be feminized,” the dominatrix purred, a cruel smile playing on her red-stained lips. “To be used by these men in ways you could never have imagined.” She gestured to a group of hooded, faceless figures standing around the altar, each representing a different part of my transformation. First, I was stripped naked and strapped down onto the altar. My cock, once so erect with anticipation, now limp with terror at what was about to happen to me.

As the hooded figures stepped closer, one of them approached me with a gleaming hook in his gloved hand. My heart pounded, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the cold, shining steel. The dominatrix leaned in close, her hot breath on my ear as she purred, “This is where your transformation begins.”

With a swift motion, the hook pierced through my left nipple, and I gasped in pain. The sensation was both agonizing and exhilarating; it felt like a thousand needles pricking at once. I could feel the adrenaline surging through my veins as endorphins masked some of the pain. The hooded figure then did the same to my right nipple, and I bit down on my lip to muffle a moan. An odd sense of arousal quickly replaced the stinging sensation I’d never felt before.

I realized this was happening as they tightened the ropes attached to the hooks, lifting me slightly off the altar. A wave of submission washed over me; this was what I had been unknowingly craving all along – to be at someone else’s mercy, to be used and transformed into their plaything. A part of me reveled in this newfound submissive role, while another part screamed in terror at what lay ahead.

The second figure, a hulking, muscular man with a sneer on his face, approached me. His hands gripped a large bottle of KY Jelly and several intimidatingly-sized ribbed plugs. “You, too, are for my pleasure,” he growled menacingly. My stomach clenched in fear and anticipation as he unscrewed the lid and scooped out a generous amount of the cold lubricant. The coolness sent shivers down my spine as he began to coat the first plug, his eyes never leaving mine. I knew what was about to happen next, and though part of me recoiled in terror, another part of me was strangely aroused by the thought of being used so…

I clenched at the feel of the icy KY Jelly spread over my anus, my body trembling with both fear and anticipation. The hulking figure behind me positioned the first plug, its cold, smooth surface touching my entrance. I gasped as he began to push it in, the sensation foreign yet strangely arousing. The ribs inside the plug grazed against my most sensitive spot, sending shivers down my spine.

As I adjusted to the intrusion, another part of me yearned for more – to be filled and used in ways I never thought possible. The second plug was more significant than the first, and he didn’t hesitate to push it in even further, stretching me beyond what I thought was comfortable. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure-pain coursing through my body as my prostate was stimulated in ways I never knew possible.

Meanwhile, a third figure emerged from the shadows – an attractive woman with blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. In one hand, she held a menacing violet wand; in the other, she carried a glass of water with a single ice cube resting at its bottom. She dipped her fingers into the water and circled it around one of my now-erect nipples before placing it on…

After removing the tube from my penis, she lubed it with the same icy KY Jelly and began to jack me off with her frigid hand slowly. Her fingers were like ice against my heated skin, sending shivers down my spine. I was conflicted – terrified by the cold touch yet strangely aroused by the sensation. Each stroke of her hand sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself growing harder despite the situation. The contrast between the warmth of arousal and the chill of her touch was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud as she continued to pump her hand up and down…

The fourth figure, a tall, imposing man with a monstrous cock, stepped forward. Before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed me by the hair and forced his member into my mouth. His girth was unlike anything I had ever experienced before – so thick and complex that it felt like it would tear me apart. I gagged and gasped for air as he mercilessly pumped in and out of my mouth, using me as if I were nothing more than a toy for his amusement. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe around his perimeter, but he didn’t relent.

As the man continued to fuck my mouth mercilessly, I could taste the salty tang of pre-cum on his dick. The absurdity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I found myself caught between fits of hysterical laughter and streams of tears. The dominatrix, amused by my plight, smirked down at me. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she purred. I wanted to deny it, to scream that this was all a mistake, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I nodded pathetically as the man pumped his seed down my throat, leaving me gagging at his bitterness.

The fifth and final figure, a woman with a riding crop, approached. Without any preamble, she began to lash at my balls, the leather biting into my tender skin. Each strike sent a wave of pain coursing through my body, but strangely enough, it also served to increase my arousal. I moaned as she hit me harder and harder, the stinging sensation making my cock twitch against the cold altar beneath me. The others in the room laughed at my predicament as if they knew all along that I would succumb to this depraved pleasure.

As the ceremony ended, the dominatrix approached me, her heels clicking ominously on the cold, hard floor. “We’re not done yet,” she purred, a cold smile on her lips. Your training will continue until you are nothing more than our sex toy, our Feminized Pet.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts fear and anticipation. “You will be used by us whenever and however we see fit,” she continued, running a leather-clad finger down my chest. “And you will beg for more,” she purred into my ear, “no matter how painful it may be.”

The next evening, the exact hooded figures from my Feminization ceremony were there, their faceless visages just as terrifying as before. But now, they were joined by a group of men I had never seen before. All of them were either naked or wearing revealing leather outfits, their arousal painfully obvious from their bulging erections. My stomach clenched with fear and anticipation as I wondered what was in store for me next.

The dominatrix, my new mistress, stepped forward and addressed the group. “Tonight,” she purred, her voice dripping with malice and anticipation, “our Feminized Pet will be christened in the most ruthless and degrading manner possible. We shall transform this pathetic man into a pathetic sissy!” A shiver ran down my spine as I heard her words. A few of the men smirked and chuckled, but most of them looked at her with a combination of hunger, lust, and awe. Their eyes ravenously devoured me as I lay helplessly bound to the altar.

To my horror, she then ordered me to kneel in front of each man, one by one, and perform oral sex on them, no matter how repulsed I was by their size, smell, or taste. The first man in line was a hulking brute with a cock that could rival a baseball bat. His musk was overpowering, like a combination of sweat and cheap cologne gone rancid. I gagged as I got closer but knew I had no choice. Closing my eyes, I took him into my mouth, trying to focus on the sensation of his engorged shaft against my tongue rather than the taste of stale sweat and musk that invaded my senses.

“We now have a transformation. I present to you Chloe Elizabeth!” The dominatrix pronounced. “Now treat her like the bitch sub that she is!”

The next man in line was a skinny fellow with a pungent cheese-like odor wafting from his crotch. His penis was uncircumcised and uncut, with a mushroom-shaped head that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. As I delicately pulled back his foreskin, the smell intensified tenfold, making my stomach churn. But I swallowed my pride (literally) and took him into my mouth, too, sucking and licking as if he were made of fine chocolate instead of what felt like an overripe brie cheese log.

The third man was better looking than the others so far—a pretty boy with long eyelashes and full lips—, but his cock tasted like ash and cigarettes; each drags on him filled my lungs with the acrid stench of Marlboro Reds.

As the gangbang began, I felt a surge of power and confidence she’d never before experienced. Her heart raced, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she experienced the feminization unfold before her very eyes. The once-proud man was reduced to a quivering, submissive plaything for these dominant men to use as they pleased. It was both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.

The room was alive with the sounds of moans, grunts, and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh as each man took their turn with my newly feminized body. I was Chloe, and she was me! I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the sight, her pussy throbbing with desire. She bit her lower lip, fingers trembling as she unconsciously stroked her swollen clit cock through her leather pants.

As the gangbang intensified, a vast and imposing man grabbed me by the hair, forcing his thick cock down my throat. I gagged and spluttered, tears streaming down my cheeks as he mercilessly pumped in and out of my mouth. His cock was so big, stretching my jaw to its limits, but I couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of arousal welling up inside me.

At the same time, another man roughly spread my newly feminized ass cheeks apart, lubing up his massive cock before plunging it deep inside me without any warning. I screamed into the first man’s cock as he continued to fuck my mouth relentlessly. The pain and pleasure were indistinguishable at this point, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer depravity of the situation.

I found myself transformed into an obedient sex toy, a pawn in their lewd game. I knew this was just the beginning of her new life, and I felt her connection to AJ growing more assertive as she took his body more profoundly and deeper into depravity. She was now part of their world, their possession.

The men chuckled at her struggle, their cocks hard and eager for her ass, their abuse more pleasure than pain. Then came the woman, smacking my breasts and cock before menacingly approaching me; I cried out in discomfort as she began to slap, probe, and roughly play with my newly feminized body.

“Enjoy your first lesson in submission,” she whisper-screamed in my burning, violated ear, making me cum all over the floor. It was sickening and exhilarating- evidence that my transformation was complete. They all laughed, agreeing on their next steps for Chloe Elizabeth.