This has been going on for five days now. First, don't get me wrong. I am a
very successful professional male -- a counselor -- and I listen to strange
stories from screwed-up people everyday. I am married to a wonderful woman for
21 years -- our boys are grown and gone now. I do my work, earn a good living,
go home to my wife each day, and live as an upstanding citizen. I do not read
pornography nor do I step outside of my marriage. I am a pillar of my society
and world, respected by many others -- and most importantly, respected by
myself.
It started five days ago. My secretary, Cindy, let me know that I had a call
from a "Miss Carol". Cindy has been with for nearly five years. She is a
beautiful young woman who dresses in the most provocative fashions. I said I've
been faithful to my wife; I haven't been blind! Cindy is a shapely 5'6" and my
guess would be something like a 37-24-35 figure. She loves to wear short dresses
and skirts which compliment her lovely legs and shapely rear to the max. She
always wears just the right amount of makeup and an amazingly seductive perfume.
I can tell you that if I were 20 years younger and single, things would be
different.
"A Miss Carol on line one, David", Cindy piped in.
I picked the phone up and introduced myself asking if I might be of some help.
"Hello Michelle," the caller said, "My name is Miss Carol and I am for you."
"Excuse me, Miss," I said. "I think you have the wrong number. My name is
David, you --"
"Don't interrupt me, Michelle," Miss Carol said. "Listen closely to my voice and
take in every word. I know everything there is to know about you my little pet.
I know what you do, how long you've done it, and even what you do in the privacy
of your office restroom. I know your secrets and your deepest fantasies -- and
I'm about to make them all come true. I am for you!"
"Miss, I do think you've got the wrong number. My name is David and you've
reached 723-00 --"
"I said, Don't Interrupt!, young lady!", Miss Carol said with a rather harsh
voice. Just listen to my voice -- lean back in your soft leather chair, stretch
your legs out under your desk, take your glasses off, close your eyes and just
listen. My voice is captivating, isn't it, Michelle?"
"Why, why yes! You've got a most alluring voice," I said. I don't know why, but
the young lady's authoritative posture and sexy voice was seducing. I know I
shouldn't have, but I had to know more about what this young lady wanted.
"Listen to my voice, Michelle. It's so soothing, so soft, so inviting. The more
you hear it, the more your tension falls away. Listen to it, Michelle. Listen
to my voice. It is like a medicine that will allow you to slip away into your
deepest fantasies. As I speak, my voice envelops you and soothes you. Close
your eyes, Michelle and listen. You don't want to put the phone down -- my voice
is too compelling. You are being seduced, Michelle -- seduced. I am drawing you
deep within this phone line -- I am capturing your mind. You can't put the phone
down -- you must listen to me and obey -- obey -- obey."
My eyes were closed, my feet extended, my glasses on the desktop -- and I was
being drawn into a trance-like state by a woman I never had met. But She was so
soothing -- Her voice so captivating -- Her words so alluring.
"Just listen to me, Michelle. You are for me; I am for you. Your deepest
fantasies are my toys to play with. You DO want to play, don't you, Michelle?"
"I do!", I responded. I don't know WHY I said that; it just seemed like the
thing to say. I wasn't hypnotized, mind you; it was just that I couldn't put
down the phone.
"Of course you do, my dear. you want me to play with you; you want my permission
to live the fantasies of your mind. TELL me, Michelle. Tell me that you want
permission to live your fantasies."
"Please let me live my fantasies," I found myself begging. "Please tell me what
to do."
"You will think about me, Michelle. you will think about your new Mistress every
moment that you have free. you will think about your fantasies -- and you will
tell me everything. There is nothing you will be able to hold back, Michelle.
you are for Me! I alone am your confessor. You will confess your deepest and
darkest fantasies."
"Please Mistress! Please tell me what to do."
"Just listen, Michelle. Just listen and wait for my call. you belong to me, now
-- and you must obey, you must obey, you must obey. After I hang up You will
think about your deepest fantasies so you can confess them all to me. I am your
Mistress; I am yours -- and you belong to me. SAY IT!"
"I am Yours, Mistress. I belong to You."
"Good-bye, Michelle."
When I hung up the phone I didn't even think twice about the conversation. I
just went on with my business as usual. But when I went to the restroom later
that morning, I couldn't help but think about my fantasy. I thought about Cindy
-- she looked so beautiful in her dainty outfit -- and she smelled so nice. I
wonder what it would be like!
*************
It was five days ago that it all began. Everyday I receive a phone call from
Miss Carol at 10:00 sharp. The conversation always goes about the same way, only
they seem to last longer each day. That's a funny thing, you know -- about the
time, that is. I will talk with Mistress for at least an hour each day now, and
it seems like only a few minutes. My time with Her is so relaxing that I look
forward to our time together.
I'm not really sure what we talk about. I know She tells me to relax and listen
to Her lovely, lovely voice. And She wants to know about my fantasies. I never
even thought much about "my fantasies" until She gave me permission to.
Cindy asked me this morning if Miss Carol was a new client. I really couldn't
tell her whether she was or not. "Just a friend," I said. She just smiled at me
and winked. Is Cindy ever beautiful. I think she dresses more sexy everyday. I
wonder how it would feel to show off in sexy outfits like that?
And now Miss Carol has suggested that I write my story and post it so that
others
can follow along. I think that's a little kinky, but if that's what She wants!
It's almost 10:00 and I've got to be going. Cindy will soon let me know that
Miss
Carol is on line one.
CHAPTER 2:
I got to the office on time this morning. I kissed my lovely wife good-bye and
for some reason, on my way to work I did something that I never did in all my
life: I stopped at an adult bookstore! I never was into pornography, although I
enjoy paging through a good playboy magazine from time to time. Without even
thinking, I stopped into this sleazy adult bookstore and began browsing through
the magazines.
I selected three magazines -- and it seemed like the right thing to do. One was
a
magazine depicting two young beautiful girls sucking cock and being fucked. How
sexy they looked coming onto those guys they seduced!
Another magazine dealt with transvestism. I had never even given that subject a
second thought -- but this particular magazine showed a Mistress forcibly
cross-dressing a hapless male. He seemed to be enjoying it!
The third magazine dealt with gay sex -- showing men sucking and fucking other
men. I had always thought such things to be disgusting and perverted.
I left the bookstore and headed for my office. Cindy greeted me as I came in
with a bright smile. Man, was she beautiful this morning. She wore a little
leather outfit and clung to every seductive curse -- and her perfume was
especially alluring today. Her bright red lipstick matched her nails -- and
those lovely high heels shaped her legs and rear to perfection.
"Good morning, Cindy", I said.
She turned and smiled so nice and said, "Good morning, Michelle." I didn't even
give it another thought!
Within a minute I was in my office and Cindy came in with my morning cup of
coffee and my vitamins. I hadn't thought about it, but someone suggested that I
looked somewhat anemic and that I needed some vitamins. Cindy was good enough to
make sure I had my daily dosage.
As I sat in my office, I paged through the magazines I had purchased and began
actually getting jealous at the young beautiful girls who were sucking and
fucking themselves silly. What lovely legs -- what lovely breasts -- what lovely
female shapes. And look how they could suck cock!
I was interrupted by Cindy paging me. "Michelle, your Mistress is on line 1."
"Thank you, Cindy. Please make sure that I am not disturbed for the next fifteen
minutes or so."
"But Michelle", Cindy answered, "you have no appointment all day."
That's strange, I thought! "Hello, Miss Carol?"
"How are you doing this morning, my little love slave?", She asked. "Have you
been looking forward to my call?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress", I answered. "I am for You; I am Your little toy!"
"Listen to me, Michelle", Miss Carol said, "I want you to completely relax and
fall back into my spell. you are so at peace hearing my voice. you can do
nothing but focus on what I tell you. you are falling deeper and deeper into my
web -- into my web of sin. There is no way out -- you may struggle, but you know
you must obey. you are mine, and you must obey."
"I am yours, Mistress", I said.
"Michelle, I am going to bring you OUT of the trance you've been in for the last
three months. you will remember how you became entrapped in my snare, but you
will be able to do nothing about it. In fact, the more you realize that you have
been enslaved, the more enslaved you will become. you will do anything I tell
you -- anything. Now, Michelle, call Miss Cindy into your office!"
Suddenly I felt a strange sensation in my head. I've been talking with a woman I
never met except over the phone -- and She has made me do some strange things.
"Miss Cindy, will you please come into my office?", I said.
Miss Cindy came in right away. "Put the phone down, Michelle", She said. Put on
your speakers and listen."
I did as Miss Cindy commanded me. It was strange, but I knew what was happening
and I felt powerless to resist. "How many days have you talked with Mistress
Carol?", Cindy asked.
"Five or six days, Miss Cindy", I answered.
"No, my pet. We've been talking with Her for three months now. For three months
She has been conditioning your mind -- drawing out every deep sexual fantasy
you've ever had. you NAUGHTY boy! Or should I say, you naughty GIRL!"
"I don't understand", I said.
"Of course you do, my slave", Mistress Carol said over the phone. "You haven't
been the only one I've been conditioning for the past three month. Cindy has
also fallen under my spell. She is being transformed into your new Mistress,
even as YOU are being transformed into Her sissy slave."
"Please, Mistress!", I stammered.
Miss Cindy stepped forward quickly and slapped my face hard. "you will not say
another word, GIRL -- you will only listen!"
"Cindy has been putting some medication into your coffee every morning", said
Mistress. "It has made your mind more pliable -- more controllable. In addition,
She has been giving you some special vitamins. Are your tits getting
sensitive?", Mistress asked.
They HAD become tender and the nipples a little hard lately. "Yes, Mistress", I
answered.
"I wonder why?", She laughed. "I bet my little sissy is starting to grow her new
breasts!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing -- and yet the more I heard, the deeper I
felt entrapped.
"Take off your clothes -- ALL of them", Miss Cindy demanded. I found myself
disrobing. "While you are getting yourself all naked, tell me what you thought
about when you looked at your dirty little magazines", demanded Miss Cindy.
I didn't want to get in any deeper, but I found myself telling Her that I had
felt jealous because of those girls. "They are so pretty -- they have such nice
breasts", I said. "And their lips look so sexy sucking those big hard cocks."
"Do YOU wish you had large tits?", asked Miss Cindy.
"Oh, YES!", I found myself saying.
"And so you shall", said Mistress Carol over the speakerphone. "And your mouth
will be sucking cock before the end of this day!"
"Please!", I managed to get out.
Miss Cindy gathered my clothes, threw them into a garbage bag and went out to
the
hall incinerator. After She threw them in, She came back with a shaver in Her
hand. "Beautiful girls and little whores like you shouldn't have a hair on their
smooth bodies", She said.
While She shaved my legs, arms, chest, back, and underarms clean She had me
listen to tapes which were made of my "confessions" over the past three months.
I had such lewd confessions to make. I begged to be transformed into a girl and
then turned into a slut. I begged to have my balls cut off and to have be given
huge breasts. I promised all sorts of the vilest things I could have imagined.
Even while I was being transformed, I couldn't believe that all this had taken
place.
After I had been shaved, Miss Cindy got a shopping bag which was full of
feminine
attire. "Before She helps you get dressed", Mistress Carol said, "beg Miss Cindy
to get naked for you."
I begged -- and then She disrobed. How lovely She was. "Tell Her how much you
want to look like Her", Mistress commanded.
"Miss Cindy", I begged, "make me look like You. You look so sexy. Pleeese! Make
me soft and sexy like you."
As She rubbed Her soft body against mine, She looked deep into my eyes. "Boss,
I'm going to do exactly that!," She said. As of today, you are no longer a man.
Now let's get my new girl dressed so she can find her first cock to suck!"
She toyed with my sensitive nipples and put a satin bra over them. "You will
fill these out soon enough", She said. "Until then, I want you to look with
greed upon every woman whose breasts are bigger than yours!"
Next came satin panties -- and a garter. Soft stocking were put up my legs and
then I was made to sit still while She applied false nails to my fingers. Bright
red is how my face, lips and nails looked when She finished.
A satin see-through blouse came next -- and then a very short mini skirt. She
put
me in shoes with 4" heels and laughed as I stumbled. A short blonde wig was
placed on my head -- only AFTER She pierced my ears and put large loop earrings
through the holes.
She placed me in front of the mirror and told Mistress I was ready. "You are
mine, Michelle. SAY it! you belong to ME. you have fallen into MY web of sin.
What do you see, Michelle?"
"I see a beautiful girl, Mistress", I said.
"No, Michelle. you see a horny slut who's red mouth wants so much to kiss and
suck cock. you are falling deeper and deeper into my web. The only thought you
have is to find a cock to suck. Lick your lips, Michelle. Tell Miss Cindy to
help you find cock. Beg Her to make you into a cocksucker. There is no other
choice, Michelle -- BEG Her!"
"Please, Miss Cindy", I begged. I have to find a cock -- I can't do without it.
Please Miss Cindy, make me a cocksucker", I begged.
Miss Cindy, still naked and beautiful, gave me a hug. "Of course, dear. Give me
a moment and we'll make you into a proper whore."
CHAPTER 3:
We had taken the back stairways down to the garage, and lucky for me we didn't
pass anyone from the office building I knew. The way I was dressed, they
probably wouldn't have recognized me anyhow. I was made up to look like a street
whore: tight mini skirt, see through blouse, garter and black stockings, short
blonde wig. The only thing I didn't have enough of were tits. Mistress Carol
had said that they would come sooner than I might imagine. I had never met
Mistress before; I only heard Her voice over the phone. She had seduced my
secretary, Miss Cindy and me by phone -- turning Miss Cindy into my new Mistress
and me into a sissy slut who was out to suck his first cock.
As I slid into the car seat next to Miss Cindy I asked Her how this whole thing
began. "Several months ago I got a phone call from an alluring lady who called
Herself Mistress Carol. She has an amazing hypnotic affect on anyone She wants
to ensnare. She soon had me under Her spell and convinced me that I wanted to
become your new Mistress. Actually, it didn't take much of a spell to convince
me of the fun I could have doing that.
"She sent over through the mail a package containing some mind-control drugs and
hormone treatment therapy. Your first phone call was only three days after my
first session with the Mistress. A little medicine in your morning coffee made
your mind especially pliable for Her.
"She soon had you under Her hypnotic spell, driving you deeper and deeper into a
world you now cannot escape. We belong to Her, and you belong to me.
"Mistress explored every recess and hidden cranny in that silly male brain of
yours and pulled out every lewd fantasy you've ever had. This fantasy is the one
She selected for you. Through daily conditioning She has intensified your need
to be turned into a shemale slut to the point that this will now become your
whole world. Nothing else will seem important next to this fantasy. You will
gladly give up anything you have just to fulfill it.
"You've been on female hormones and are now showing the first signs of some
change. But this is only the beginning. Before long you will be given the
proper surgery to implant the necessary curves you will need to seduce young
boys
into our service.
"Miss Cindy", I pleaded, "You must stop this before it goes too far!" I wanted
to get out of the car -- to jump out and run as fast as I could in any
direction.
But the more I fought the fear of what was happening to me, the more intense the
web became.
Miss Cindy drove me to sleazy bar in a neighborhood I did not recognize.
"Michelle, we are going to go into that bar and you will sit on a bar stool
until
any guy offers you a drink. Believe me, it won't take long, dressed the way you
are. I will be at the back of the bar watching you and taking notes for Mistress
Carol. We are not going to return until you have drained at least three cocks --
and one of them must be pitch black."
"Yes, Miss Cindy", I responded. I found myself following Her into the bar. It
was a dark and smoky place, and I made my way straight to the bar. I slithered
up on a stool, unable to keep my garters and panties from showing. I had no
sooner sat down than a burley type came and asked me if I would like a drink. I
smiled and nodded. It wasn't more than ten minutes later and I was in the men's
room on my knees kissing the head of my first cock.
He was a rough one, shoving his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and pleaded,
but he could care less. He was done in less than five minutes and as I was
putting myself together two black men came into the restroom.
"Well, what do we have here?", one asked. "It looks like a titless wonder", said
the other. These two lasted nearly a half hour, and before I left the men's room
I had sucked each one once, one twice, and I was fucked in the ass by the other.
I stumbled out of the restroom and walked out toward the car. Miss Cindy
followed with a smile on Her face.
"It seems that I now have a slut and a whore for a boss", She quipped.
************
It has now been a year. I am no longer married to my wife -- she wouldn't put up
with a man with tits bigger than hers. I have been totally feminized and am now
a certified shemale slave. I lost my job months ago and have been put on the
street to earn my living by Miss Cindy. And all of this because of one phone
call.
"Why did She ever call me?", I asked Miss Cindy one day.
"She just picked a number out of the phone book", Miss Cindy replied. "You were
just the lucky one."
We never met her and probably never will. But She was good.
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