Last night, as i found myself unable to sleep, i had this fantasy involving Princess Jennifer and myself…
i’m working in my office. My secretary tells me Ms Jennifer has an appointment with me and although there has been not appointment made I immediately tell her to let You in. When my secretary opens the door of my office to allow You in, i can see she’s guessed this is not at all a business meeting. Or…is it? She closes the door and here You are, dressed in classy clothes with a dominant touch: high heels under-the-knee tight boots, black lycra stoking, leather skirt, black semi transparent silk top with an apparent black bra, light pink lipstick and finger nails, wonderful, almost shiny black hair.
You have that angry look. You snap Your fingers and show the ground at Your feet without saying a word. i immediately drop there, on my knees and start kissing Your boots. You allow me to do so and, after some time, pull my ears up. I am now kneeling in front of You, my eyes directly facing Your crotch. You make one step back and say “Didn’t I tell you to instantly drop to Your knees and kiss my feet whenever I enter a room? Didn’t i teach you to do so automatically, without having to remind you, just like Pavlov’s dog? “
“Yes Master”, I replied, deeply aware of my shortcoming.
“Hands in your back”
One second later, God, You start slapping my face with a striking regularity, slowly, meticulously, right hand, left hand, right hand, left hand, right, left, right, left…How long did this last? You call this conditioning, i remember.
You suddenly stop and head towards my office sofa, then sit there comfortably. “Here boy”, You call. i hurry on my four in Your direction and stop a few inches from Your knees, eyes down still. You raise Your arm and Your finger nail gently scratches one of my nipples through my shirt, instantly sending an almost electric shock in my entire body. You then reach to the strictly locked package between my legs and ask: “Is the frustration building up pet?”
i can’t even reply to this. It’s almost 2 weeks since You locked my cock into the CBT 2000. “I will tell You in two weeks what i want to do to you” You had told me on our first meeting. “But i won’t talk to You before You are purified, and there’s only one way to ensure You will not touch Your dirty little penis or fuck some silly girlfriend, isn’t that right frenchie?”
You’d told me You wanted me to have clear mind before i decide if I want to change my life for good or not, but this was a trick of course. For a compulsive masturbator such as i, one day without touching it is already a big challenge. After 2 weeks, i’m unable to even think or articulate anything sensible.
At this very moment, after 2 full weeks of enforced chastity, i was out of my mind, totally intoxicated, unable to think or concentrate on anything else than You. Especially since in the meanwhile You had me perform on cam, inserting various objects in my sissy pussy, and set up a shrine for my new Goddess at home, a shrine with pictures of You and prayers I had learned by heart and was compelled to say every morning and every evening before going to bed.
(One evening, You had even come at my place only to tie my legs and arms, cover my face with Your used panty and play a tape o your intoxicating voice. You left and i spent the entire night this way…)
“Does my little sissy wear her panties and plug as instructed this morning? Let me check . Of course i did wear both, but my stomach ached at the mere thought i could have disobeyed and, say, not wear the plug, unaware You would visit my office without any warning. “Good sissy”, You said smiling, patting my head, making me feel very much like a dog, delighted at the thought i had somehow pleased my Owner.
“Now listen piglet, open your ears wide because i am going to tell you what i intend to do with you. When i’m done, you will have the choice to refuse or accept my offer. If you’re scared and say you want your freedom back, I will remove the lock and let you go. If on the contrary you accept, you will lose the control of your life for as long as I wish. Got it?”
i nodded.
“Well, here is the deal. I am simply going to take over your pathetic existence and transform you into the girl you want to be. Step 1, we are going to make a funny movie with this video camera (She had it in Her bag) to ensure your complete obedience. Not that I think I’ll need it, but it’s a insurance of sort, you see. As soon as you accept the deal, you are going to perform in front of the camera, here in your office, very, very dirty acts upon my direction. Understand?”
“Yes Princess Jennifer”
“Good boy. Since you still are a boy for the time being…Step 2, immediately after signing the deal – in a matter of minutes, aren’t you? – you will hand me you passport and credit cards (you won’t need them anymore, ever, I guarantee) and give me the login and password of your internet banking system so I have full access to your accounts. I will of course modify the passwords since I’ll be the one to manage your, meaning My, accounts from now on. Then you’ll be legally transferring all your assets to me. Are you still with me?”
“Yes Master” As a matter of fact, i was in a very poor state. Scared to death, i was clearly aware that in a moment my life was going to change forever but could not help it. i was totally unable to resist my Master’s power. Plus my cock was pushing harder than ever against the plastic cage which was extremely painful.
“Step 3: since you have a nice house, i will now live in your place for a change. i will of course re-arrange the whole place. You will permanently stay there in a cage when not earning my money in your office.”
“Step 4: you will immediately start your feminization process. i have prepared a wonderful diet for you: girly juice 3 times a day to reduce the number of these ugly male hormones, plus a couple of shots each day. You will of course need to sign all required papers since a nurse will come home daily for the shots. I guarantee your cock will be three times smaller in a matter of months, and your breast as big as mine by next year. Isnt’it wonderful? You will only dress with female clothes when staying home, or naked if i want you to. Finally, i’ll arrange for a shemale friend to come home regularly and help you getting more familiar with the concept of sucking cocks before i have you suck real ones. She will of course fuck you here and then, though I will also take care of that myself if you’re good. i guarantee after a few weeks you’ll beg for it piglet. Now, what do you think of my plans?” You were smiling, almost an innocent smile. Evil in fact…
“That’s wonderful” i replied, my stomach aching so much I was almost ready to faint.
“Now piggy girl, look into my eyes, yes i allow you to, for the last time”, You said, pinching my chin between Your thumb and finger. “I will ask you once, and only once, if you want to be mine. If you say no, I’m out of here in a minute and you’ll never hear about me again. If you say yes, well, that’s it, and we start filming right now. But because I want to be fair, I will let you think about it for 5 minutes, while I give a phone call. And because I am such a nice Goddess, I will allow you to stick your ugly nose on my crotch, here, between my legs, while I call and you do the thinking. Aren’t you delighted? Isn’t this a super doggy treat? For once in your life, you have the opportunity to smell me through my panties and hose.”
i was not yet that debased that i did not understand why You would do this. But i could not help, so i did what You said. Naturally, the immediate contact with my Owner’s crotch, Her intoxicated smell acted on me like a powerful drug and, when You ended Your call, pushed my head and simply asked “So, is it a yes or a no?” i could only burst in tears and cry “Yes, Master, Yes, please, i’m begging You, take my life”.
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