Forced feminization Mistress

Imagine... Five big black men bring you, struggling, to a basement space. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It really is pitch black. Gradually, you really feel your way close to, to see where that you are, to look for escape. The very first thing you notice could be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. You can find hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will find places molded into the area to sit. And God knows what else... There is usually a toilet within the space. Plus a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is inside the middle. Hours pass..
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A tiny spotlight comes on. As you struggle to your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and the walls are covered with tiny recesses. Places to attach ropes..
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“She has been left alone and in darkness?”

“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I have certainly not trained a woman previous to, but I are already hired to train you. I was recruited due to the fact I developed methods for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you through the one-way glass. As you struggle for your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I'm gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark

You've had no human contact for a extended time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower does not work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you have been drinking from your toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound in the outer doorway being unlocked. Your heart starts to pound since the paddle locks pop as well as the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as an outer doorway is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked once more. Even now no a single is inside the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting.

Light blinds you, then a peephole inside door opens with a solid thud. He's searching at you. The peephole closes prior to the man enters. The diffuse terror you could have felt has a form: you aren't alone! He carries a whip, and despite the fact that he does not flash it you are really aware of it. You shrink away, afraid on the man and his whip. He closes the distance gradually, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand begins to reach out you back again away, then run. Without a word he starts whipping. “No!” You stumble across the room, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he doesn't have to. The reach in the whip permits him to walk a a great deal smaller circle nearer the center from the space. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but generally. Particularly your ass. Slowly it is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly just before you finally collapse, unable to run anymore. You steel yourself for the next blow, but it never comes.

“Stand.” He is however carrying the whip, and you do it with caution. Nonetheless weakened from running, it's a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover oneself, you stand naked just before him. “Stay.” He moves all-around you, behind you. Touching your back and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and also you bolt. He is on you right away, whipping you like before. It doesn't take lengthy for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves around behind you, and once again his hand on your back again begins the directive. “Bend.” You desire to operate, but you know that you'll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo for your ass, then gradually presses it into you. The hand on your back insists that you remain nevertheless. You stay incredibly nevertheless. He has broken you. In less than an hour. The lights come up in the observation room and also you see that the mirrors have persons behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Because the man leaves you hear them through the open door:

“That's incredible. Three commands and a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be prepared?”
“$50,000 for 1 night with her.”

The front door shuts, and once more it really is silent, and dark as the inner doorway is latched, then the outer front door. A cold shower begins as you stand with the dildo nevertheless up your ass. That you are left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?

This day begins as the others. Music wakens you. After toileting could be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a lengthy hot bath. The last thing you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take a lot a lot more care with. A quite close shave there. Should not be caught with stubble in your sex. You might be ready. It can be 10 AM.

Music begins and also the spotlights come on. It's time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the front door, to the examination table. The table, just feet from your door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading your self as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, along with a door you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Even now no a single is inside the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner door. You know it. Waiting. The thud in the peephole is even now loud in your mind as you feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis through the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection...

Posted July 19, 2010 by Admin under Forced feminization mistress