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Danielle's Transformation

By: daniellecdgurl



Hi, my name is JR. I'm a small town country boy who has always been a little bit at odds with myself. I've never been very in to the dating scene and have always thought of myself as different from the other guys. At 5'4 and barely 120 pounds, I've found myself continuously on the smaller end of the masculine scale. 

Throughout high school I felt it necessary to isolate myself because of my constant awareness that I didn't fit in with either the guys or the girls although I seemed to relate more to the women.

Growing up in a conservative environment, I deemed it necessary not to share my inner most thoughts with anyone for fear of those thoughts not being accepted as proper. I had always been attracted to female clothing ad accessories since I was little. Often I would take my mother's Redbook magazine and fancy myself dressing up in high heels and pretty dresses. They just seemed to fit my personality more than jeans and t-shirts with a pair of sneakers.

Finally after graduation I was able to indulge in some of my thoughts when I enrolled in college about 50 miles from my home. I was blessed not having a roommate to share a dorm with so I was able to accumulate clothing from one of the local thrift stores to wear when I was by myself. I purchased a nice variety of clothing including several dressed, multiple skirts and tops and of course a few panty and bra sets.

My favorite purchase was a pair of Ellie 5" black stiletto heels. Often I would dress in my dorm and imagine my feminized body gracing a fashion show runway or perhaps I would be a mysterious street walker looking for a trick to turn. Either way, these dress up adventures were plenty to satisfy my feminine urges at first and served as building blocks for the future.

Throughout college I maintained my routine of maintaining distance from those around me. I guess it was a built in defense mechanism from my childhood where I didn't want anyone too close to me so they could reject my inner most thoughts.

I instead relied on the internet to fulfill my fantasies though a variety of adult websites. Often times I would present myself as a sultry shemale slut in my profile hoping someone would show some interest. I posted a few pics of myself in my bra and panty sets and to little avail, got few responses. I guess I was just trying to hard.

After a few months I finally got a response to one of ads that intrigued me. It was from a man named Tony and he lived about 50 miles from my school. Italian, wealthy, handsome and intelligent, he seemed to be everything a woman would want in a man, except I wasn't woman. 

We began to chat a little and exchanged some personal information about each other's dating habits and what we were looking for in a relationship. Quite frankly I just wanted to make sure he wasn't your run of the mill tranny chasing freak. He assured me he wasn't and after a time we decided it was time for some face to face meetings.

I was a bit nervous about this as I had never been out in public as a female before, but I certainly wasn't going to drive to his home as a guy then ask to change in his bathroom. I had prepared myself by talking with other trannies in my web circle and they all had the same thing to say, "Be careful."

Over the prior few months, my stash of feminine attire had grown to include silicone breast forms, a beautiful shoulder length brunette wig and all the cosmetics a girl could ask for, not to mention my wardrobe had grown to now out grow the male attire I had in my closet. I regularly shaved all my body hair so as to be clean and smooth whenever the chance would arrive.

The day had come that we were to meet. I had finished classes for the day and rushed back to my dorm room to get prepared. It was a Friday and most of the other students were heading home for the weekend or heading to various parties so the hall was pretty well cleared out.

First I took my shower and was extra careful with the razor to shave every hair I could find to get a perfectly smooth feel. I moved back to my dorm and started the process of getting dressed.

I had chosen a black leather mini skirt with a leopard print top with a revealing neckline. A black lacy bra to hold up my C cup breast forms and matching thong panties, some sheer stockings and of course my Ellie 5" heels. I picked out a nice rhinestone choker and matching bracelet and ear rings. 

Doing my makeup had become effortless. Foundation and concealer, some darker eye shadow to create a sensual smokey effect, heavy on the eye liner and 2 coats of mascara with a bit of blush on the cheeks, and lastly a pretty pink shade of lip lacquer to perfect the look and the look of a sexual tigress was complete. 

The final touch was the manicure and pedicure required to complete the ensemble. I applied some glue on acrylic nails to each digit and filing them down to about a 3/8" length and painted them to match my lips, a beautiful pink. 

"There! Beautiful." I thought the woman in the mirror was stunning and was sure Tony would agree.

After giving myself the once over more than once, I was satisfied with my look and headed out the door. I checked the hallway several times to ensure I wouldn't be stopped heading for my car. All clear and out the door we go. 

I was extremely nervous driving to Tony's house. So much in fact I decided I needed something to relax me. I stopped at a local convenience store and purchased a pack of cigarettes and a small bottle of wine from the cooler in the back. 

I noticed the cashier, a young man of about 18 or 19 staring at me the whole way around the store. I felt flattered and scared at the same time.

Taking a few deep breaths, I walked up to the counter and remembering I was in feminine attire, spoke in a feminine voice I had been practicing for years and finally for the first time putting to use. 

"Good evening young man." I said. 

He smiled back at me, "Good evening ma'am. Did you find everything alright?" 

I was relieved instantly by him calling me ma'am. 

"Why yes I did. Thank you so much for asking." He rung up my purchases and smiled at me as I walked out the door and got back into my car.

As I continued on my journey to Tony's house I felt a wave of femininity sweep over me again as young men stared at me at each traffic signal letting out cat calls and whistling. I relaxed myself a bit and lit up a cigarette and continued my drive. "Is this what a woman faces every day?" I thought. 

I was about to find out the answer to that question and so much more very shortly. I arrived at Tony's house a little after 10. Shaking a little while I pulled up his drive, I decided this was a great time for a slug of that wine I purchased. Just need to take the edge off. With that thought I took 5 large gulps and had one my cigarette. 

The wine started to effect me a bit, but it definitely took the edge off as I strolled up to his front door. I was in awe of the house as I pulled into the drive. A beautiful brick home, secluded from all other houses by an 8' block wall and beautiful landscaping. The house was enormous from the outside. Ornate too. The front door was 2 large English Oak doors with brass knockers and side lites.

I was thinking to myself, "This guy is loaded! What in the hell is he doing looking for a cross dresser who wants to suck her first cock?"

This guy could have had any woman in the world and here he was asking me to his home. The nerves started to get the best of me again, but I pulled up the courage to knock on the door. 

After a few moments, a young Spanish looking woman came to the door and greeted me, inviting me in. 

"You must be Danielle?!" she said. 

I replied, "Yes I am." 

"May I take your coat?" she politely asked. I handed her my coat and began to peruse my surroundings.

Upon a further look of the maid, I noticed she was very pretty. She was dressed in a French maid's outfit, short frilly skirt, expertly done makeup, beautiful jet black hair pulled up in a bun and 5" open toed heels that showed off her pedicured feet. She was also wearing a black leather collar that was approximately 3" in width. I noticed it had a small padlock on it when she turned towards the closet.

"Master will be with you shortly and asked me to sit you in the parlor. Would you like a drink while you wait, Danielle?" 

I thanked her and said I would definitely like to have a drink.

"By the way, my name is Renee. Please follow me." And with that she took me to the parlor and seated me and disappeared returning quickly with a gin and tonic for me.

I gulped down the drink. By now my nerves were shot. I was in awe of this beautiful house and by the gorgeous woman who had just seated me in the parlor. 

"A parlor!!!" I thought. I've never been in a parlor, and certainly never in a house like this. And compared to the way Renee was dressed, I looked like a hooker rather than a model.

I had no sooner processed these thoughts when I began to feel a bit dizzy and light headed. What was happening to me? I had no balance and could feel my body going limp. My vision was getting very fuzzy. Then I heard a familiar voice. It was Renee and she was talking to someone else. 

"Ok, she's ready to go to the dungeon. Take her downstairs and prepare her for Master."

"Take me where?!" I thought. Next thing I knew I was being carried down stairs by a very large muscular man and placed on a table of some sort. That's when all of my senses gave in and I passed out.

Danielle's Transformation Ch. 02



 In our last story, we found that Danielle had embarked on a first date as a crossdresser, an important step for any CD, but upon arrival to her date's home, is drugged and taken to a dungeon in the basement of a rather beautiful mansion. The story continues from there.

In and out of consciousness, all I see is lights. The last words from Renee's mouth still swirling in my mind. "Take her to the dungeon and prepare her for Master." What have I gotten myself into here?

I was taken to the "dungeon" by a very large, muscular man and strapped to a table. It was cold, stainless steel with a very bright light overhead. My last memory of that episode was a device being placed over my eyes and ears. I was too incapacitated to resist and passed out.

I was awoken by a soft voice.

"Danielle, honey, its time to get up."

I recognized the voice as that of Renee, the woman who drugged me and put me in this predicament. As I opened my eyes slowly, I noticed that I was no longer in a dungeon, but rather a bed. The room was large with a feminine touch to it's decor. On the left side of the room was an enormous walk-in closet. On the right, a master bathroom. Directly at the foot of the bed was a large vanity which appeared to be topped with an array of cosmetics and perfumes.

Continuing my visual inspection of the room I noticed the walls were painted in pinks and reds with a floral border around the upper walls. The bed I was lying in was covered in deep red sating sheets, a pink comforter and red pillows. Definitely a room made for a woman.

"Rise and shine, Danielle. Master is waiting downstairs. We need to get you prepared."

"Prepared?" I asked.

Renee shook her head and replied swiftly, "Yes, prepared! Now get your ass out of that bed and come into the bathroom so we can begin!"

I removed the sheets and placed my feet on the floor, but felt different. Something wasn't quite right. My center of balance was completely off. At that moment, my eyes fell to my chest.

"Oh my God! What have you done to me?!" I shout at Renee.

On my chest were a set of C cup breasts, perky, bouncy and beautiful. Problem was I remember being a crossdressing man prior to my arrival at this house. Now I had breasts! I was shocked, confused and furious all at the same time. 

I had always dreamed of being a woman, but never had the courage to express myself in such a way because of my conservative upbringing. My family would have been appalled and disowned me had the had a clue about my inner most desires. Now here I am with a set of breasts, that sure I had always dreamed of having, but knew there was no way I could hide when I went back to college, or worse, when I went back home for a visit.

What I saw next shocked me even more. While I was walking to the bathroom to confront Renee, I happened to glimpse out the window. I saw snow on the ground. When I drove to this house, it was October. It appeared to be late winter as I viewed the scene outside.

I was quickly brought back to reality.

Renee snapped at me. "Move it bitch!" she said. "We are on a tight schedule here and you need to cooperate. I need to teach you how to do this all properly so as not to disappoint Master. Now move it!"

I stepped into the bathroom and Renee ordered me into the shower. While walking into the shower I passed a long full length mirror and was once again struck by the scene I saw. Viewing my face I saw a woman staring back at me who had full lips, long brown hair and stunning facial features. Her brows were pencil thin and it appeared her forehead had been raised to enhance her brows and eyes.

Looking down her body, I noticed her hips to be wider and her waist to be slimmer and there was not a trace of hair to be seen. One thing did protrude from the rest of her body, a noticeable, yet small cock extending from the pelvic region.

"Renee?" I asked. "What have you done to me? Why are you doing this?"

Renee ordered me into the shower then began to speak.

"First off Danielle, it's Miss Renee to you. Any such deviation in how you address me will result in disciplinary action."

I wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but for the time being, I wasn't about to question her. Her face was stern. Her makeup was absolutely flawless, but had a powerful strict feminine tone. Her lips were a dark red, eyes done in a dark smokey fashion. She wore a tight mid thigh black leather skirt and a dark blue blouse that showed off her D cup tits. 6" peep toe pumps graced her feet and she wore sheer stockings. Her jet black hair was pulled up in a bun and as before, she was wearing a 3" black leather collar around her neck.

"Second, Master has chosen you, Danielle. If you haven't noticed already, he has taken the liberty of altering your body to suit his needs. Yes, you have breasts now, but Master made sure that your cock was left intact."

I didn't know how to respond as Renee scrubbed my body while she continued to explain what has happened to me. I kept quiet and allowed her to continue.

"Speaking of your cock, it is now useless, just a limp piece of meat left to remind you that you were once a sad excuse of a man."

"Useless?" I meagerly replied.

"Yes, useless." she said. "You have been given a strong dose of hormones over the last 6 months. The estrogen, progesterone, and testosterone blockers have rendered that pathetic excuse of a cock useless."

"Miss Renee, did you say 6 months?" I said in complete disbelief. "And I've been given hormones?"

"Danielle, you're body has been altered to Master's specifications. Your body hair has been removed by laser. You were given breasts, high dose hormones and a little plastic surgery on your face. Your lips were collagen filled to give them a fuller plumper look and you had a few other procedures done which we won't get into right now, but you will discover along the way."

"Is that all?!" I said.

Next thing I felt was her hand briskly slapping me across the face. I cringed as she raised it again.

"I told you once you little bitch, it's Miss Renee to you and I will not tolerate your insubordinate tone with me!" 

As I looked into her eye, a fear shuddered through my body and I meekly replied, "Yes Miss Renee. I am sorry."

With that, Miss Renee ordered me out of the shower toweling my body off and pointing me into the bedroom. She told me to sit at the vanity while she walked into the walk in closet. I did as told as I heard her sifting through what appeared to mountains of clothing and shoes, all hung neatly and organized according to color and style.

"Here, put these on!" she ordered.

She handed me a black lace half cup bra, a black lace thong, a red and black garter belt, a dark blue mid-thigh pencil skirt and a red plunge line blouse. She set a pair of black seemed stockings on the bed and a pair of 6" platform pumps on the floor.

"Hurry up!" she commanded. "Master is waiting."

After getting dressed, Miss Renee had me turn and face the mirror. 

"Pay attention Danielle. I will show you once and you will have to remember how to put all this stuff on. Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to practice later. For now just pay attention."

As if painting on an empty canvas, Miss Renee went to work on my makeup. Foundation and concealer that perfectly matched my skin tone, then she did my eyes in a similar style to hers, a dark smokey tone that gave somewhat of a slutty appearance. Next she heavily applied black eyeliner and then 2 heavy coats of mascara giving me a truly slutty look. A brush of coral colored blush to bronze my cheeks a bit and then a dark red lip lacquer and some lip gloss. 

Next, she placed large silver hoops in my now pierced ears. 

"Open your mouth." she said.

Perplexed, I did as ordered. She grabbed my tongue with a set of rubber coated tongs, then inserted a stud with 2 balls through my tongue. 

"I don't remember my tongue being pierced." I thought.

Renee, reading my mind said "Oh yeah Danielle, your tongue is pierced, as are both of your nipples. And you also have a tramp stamp."

"What?!" I thought. Oh great, now I have no way of hiding this from anyone if I ever return to school or home. I may have been able to smoosh down my breasts with a sports bra, but all the extras these people thought of will make my ability to return to my old life next to impossible. Perhaps that is their plan.

Miss Renee finished with her accessorizing by placing a 4" black leather collar around my neck. It had a large D ring in the front and I could hear her locking it from behind. Then she moved down to my feet and placed a strap around the heels on my feel and locked them in place. 

"Stand up, Danielle." Renee said. 

I did as ordered and felt her pull both arms behind me and cuff them.

"Open your mouth." Again, as ordered I did as told as she inserted a ball gag in my mouth and locked it from behind.

"You are going to meet Master now, Danielle. The gag is to prevent you from opening your mouth and saying something you truly shouldn't. If I were you I would pay close attention and do as your told to please Master."

I was led down the hallway to a grand oak staircase. I was a bit off balance, still learning to cope with the big bouncy breasts I had been given. Not to mention I didn't have the use of my arms to help me balance my body properly. All in all, I don't think I did a half bad job walking on these heels.

We entered a room that was rather small compared to others we had walked past. It had a quaint fireplace in the center of the far wall with a brown leather love seat off to the right and two matching leather arm chairs to the left. Between them was a large oak coffee table that I noticed had 2 brass rings on each side and 1 on each end.

"Sit down Danielle. Master will be in shortly." With that she left the room and closed the door behind her.

My mind was racing. I had so many questions. Why was he doing this to me? Why was he holding me captive? How long would I have to stay here?

I had already been through so much today and I had only been awake for a matter of maybe 2 hours, but I couldn't be sure about that since I had yet to see a clock or a calendar anywhere in this house.

As I was trying to process the myriad of thoughts running through my mind I heard a pull on the door handle. Alas, my captor had arrived.

"Well, well, well Danielle. Don't you look beautiful?!" as he marveled at his handy work.

"You will address me as Sir, Master or Master Tony. As with Renee, I will not tolerate disobedience or disrespect of any kind." I hung on his every word looking for an answer to all my questions.

"I have invested a lot of time and resources into you my dear. Time which I'm sure will reward us both in the not so distant future."

What did he mean, "reward us both"? I was unable to answer or ask so I listened some more.

"Danielle, I am fulfilling your fantasy. Do you remember?" he asked me.

My mind suddenly flashed back to a fantasy story I had written as part of my profile on the website he and I had met on. It's one virtually every CD thinks about or wants, for a Dominant to take them and feminize them. Of course, it's only fantasy. We all know this will never happen. How wrong was I?!

"But by fulfilling your fantasy I am fulfilling mine as well. You see Danielle, I have never wanted much being able to buy virtually anything I want. Being a plastic surgeon has it's benefits, a wealthy income, high level contacts in society, but none bring happiness."

I was getting the feeling I was a mere possession to him, a toy that he was going to play with for awhile and throw away.

"I crave more Danielle, and you're going to provide it."

I was confused a bit while he moved around the room. As I was trying to digest what he had just told me, he stooped down behind me and whispered something in my ear. I couldn't make it out, but almost instantly all my inhibitions disappeared. 

Suddenly I craved cock like a starving lion craves a zebra. Master Tony unlocked my cuffs and removed my ball gag. I found myself lustfully looking at him. What was happening to me? I couldn't resist the thought of sucking his cock, having his throbbing cock rammed up my ass. It's all I could think about. 

Master Tony sat across from me. A handsome specimen of a man. Dark Italian complexion with a finely trimmed mustache, he had a defined build to his frame. Thick and muscular, he stood about 5'11 and appeared he could have any woman he so ever desired. He appeared to be around 40 and was wearing a stylish pinstripe suit, something you would imagine a banker wearing.

Master was relaxed sitting in his chair staring at me. On the stand next to his chair was a golden box. He opened the box and pulled out a thick cigar, clipped the end and lit it. It had a rather sweet aroma and he sucked on it like a man of his power and influence would. As he exhaled the smoke, he motioned at me to come over.

Without a second thought I hurried over to his side. My thoughts were only of getting in his trousers and sucking that hard throbbing bulge he had in his crotch.

"What are you waiting for, Danielle?"

"Ummmmm...yes Master" I said seductively and moved my red painted nails over the zipper to his pants. 

Like a child at Christmas, I unwrapped my gift. His cock was enormous as I freed it from it's clothed prison. A cut 9" thick prick that was hard as stone. It felt wonderful in my hand, certainly better than my own cock ever did. 

Master's cock was my only focus, the only thing I could think about. And so I went to the task of pleasing Master with my tongue. My red lips parting so my tongue could lick the tip. Precum touched my tongue and had a salty yet sweet taste. It was a bit pungent at first, but then I only craved more.

My lips then encase the head of Master's massive cock gliding deeper and deeper with each pass and my red painted nails tickled Master's large round balls that were encased in a hairless sack. Everything felt so smooth and right. I felt at that moment I was made specifically to suck Master's cock, that his cock was made to fit my mouth. I hungrily slurped on his throbbing rod, up and down swirling my tongue each time I got to the tip then back down til the tip touched my tonsils.

I must have been on my knees for an hour bobbing up and down. I couldn't get enough and all I wanted was for Master to shoot a huge load of his hot creamy seed down my throat. Master grabbed the back of my head and pulled me totally on his cock and with a groan let out a huge rope of sperm right down the back of my throat.

Like a starving person, I sucked on his manhood until I had extracted every ounce of his nectar.

"Very nice, Danielle." Master complimented me. "Not bad for your first blow job."

My first? The memories I had in my head suggested I was a proven cocksucker. It was all I could think about. I remembered sucking many cocks. Why did Master say first?

Master ordered me to turn around and whispered in my ear again. Again, I could not make it out, but my inhibitions returned and I looked around the room and spotted Master sitting there with his pants still around his ankles and his throbbing cock still erect.

I was shocked at this sight. What did he want me to do with that? Just then Master flashed a grin at me and pushed a button on a remote that was lying on the stand next to him. My eyes were drawn to a screen on the wall where I watch a video of me sucking the Master's cock like a greedy, cock hungry slut. I was astonished and Master knew it. 

"Danielle." Master said. "You don't remember doing that do you?"

"No Sir, I don't" I said in shock.

"That's what you have been doing for the past hour or so, and you did it very well. Here my dear, sit here on the sofa and relax a minute. Would you like a cigarette?" he asked.

I jumped at the chance to relax and try to process what was happening to me. As I sat on the sofa, Master handed me a menthol and I sat nervously puffing away on the cigarette. My mind was a scramble. As I crushed out my smoke, Master come up behind me again and whispered.

"Stand up and turn around Danielle." Master ordered. 

My inhibition were once again gone. I followed as Master so desired and felt no awareness to what I wanted. My soul concern was pleasing him.

"Remove all your clothing." he commanded.

With that, I stripped in front of him like stripper hanging on a pole. Master sat back and enjoyed the show I was giving him. Swaying my hips back and forth, gyrating my waist practically begging him to fuck me like a whore off the street. 

Master was thoroughly enjoying the show and motioned me over to him. I knelt in front of Master and placed my lips on his and felt his tongue protrude through my now parted lips. Deeper ad deeper his tongue searched while my hands were wandering deeper to his crotch.

His cock now fully erect, I stroked it slowly. I could feel his cock twitching and badly wanted it in my ass.

"Master, please fuck me. My pussy ass needs your thick cock in it. Please Master?!"

He grinned sharply as he turned me around. I could feel him placing lube on my anus then he placed some on his huge cock. Master moved me over to the back of the sofa and spread my legs wide.

"Bend over the sofa slut!" he ordered. 

I did as told and could feel his manhood at the entrance to my ass. Slowly he pushed the head in and I gasped. The pain was excruciating but intoxicating at the same time. Harder he pushed in till it felt as if I had just drank a five gallon cup of water. I had never felt so full before.

Master was now fully penetrating me and the pain was intense at first, but as he started to get a rhythm I noticed the pain subsiding. He pushed farther and deeper with every thrust, eventually tickling my prostate with each push. With each withdrawal, my prostate was wanting more. I think Master sensed this because my hips started meeting his thrusts with a push back of my own.

I wanted Master's cock to fill me completely. By now he was hammering my once virgin ass with powerful thrusts. Then he slowed down pulled me nearly over backward and grabbed both of my tits in his hands. He then began to run his tongue around the base of my collar. The sensation was incredible as my body began to shudder from an orgasm I had just let loose. 

Quivering, Master continued to assault my ass with fury. 

"Who's tits are these?" he asked.

"Yours Master." is all I could reply as if I had been trained to say it.

"Who's bitch are you?" again he asked.

"Yours Master." I submissively replied.

"Who do you serve?" he asks.

"You Master, only you." I reply.

Pounding away on my ass, Master pulls me back by my tits so my back is against his chest and whispers in my ear again.

My inhibitions flood back into my mind, but I am being fucked relentlessly from behind. My ass is sore, but Master only seems to be gaining speed and to my surprise, it feels fantastic.

"How is that he is fucking my ass?" I'm thinking.

Master grabs both my hands while fucking my ass very hard now and I feel them being cuffed again. He is using my now bound arms as leverage to fuck me even harder. I can't help but to push against every thrust he makes. Suddenly I feel him tense up and draws himself fully into my awaiting, sore ass and unload what feels like a gallon of hot creamy semen into my ass. 

"Very good Danielle. Very good." he says and summons Miss Renee to the room and orders her to take me back to my room.

My mind is a jumble when Renee arrives. I sucked Master's cock and got fucked in my ass and have absolutely no clue how I got in either position. What was going on?



Danielle's Transformation Ch. 03



Renee returned me to my room as per Master's instructions. When we got back to the room she removed the cuffs and had me sit on the end of the bed.

My head was loaded with so many thoughts. Master had shown me a recording of me sucking his cock like I was starving for more and I couldn't remember a second of it, but it sure did look as if I was enjoying it on screen. Then he was fucking my ass to the point of rupturing my prostate and I don't remember half of that. That is until the middle where I came to and he was balls deep in my ass. 

True I came to this place voluntarily to explore my sexuality and satisfy a fantasy or two. It seemed now I was going to get so much more than I bargained for. Here I was on heavy doses of hormones with a fabulous pair of tits and they have had me locked up and sedated for who knows exactly how long, and I have no idea what else they have planned for me.

Renee could see my mind trying to process everything that was happening to me by my facial expressions. She come over to the end of the bed and sat down next to me.

"Danielle, I must say, you performed magnificently for Master. He was most pleased with your skills and how you responded to him fucking you."

I smiled a sheepish grin not quite knowing what to say. Renee slid a little closer and I felt her hand slide up the small of my back and climb my spine. She began sliding her well manicured fingers through my long, straight, silky brown hair. Slowly she proceeded to unsnap my push up bra and slide it off my shoulders. My tits felt so relieved to be freed from their restraints.

Renee stopped and walked over to the vanity in the corner of the room and come back over to me holding a pair of small stainless rings.

"Hold still while I put these in." she said.

Renee put in the piercing rings on my nipples. "This will make them much more sensitive." she grinned.

She sat down next to me again and started playing with my hair once more. My senses were alive like never before. My nipples were fully erect and my body started reacting uncontrollably to her touches. Ever nerve in me was in ecstasy. I had never felt like this. I shrugged it off as the hormones doing their job and tried to concentrate on how she was slowly seducing me.

Frozen in my position, she slid her arm around my backside and reached for my tits, snuggling in close to me from behind. She pulled the hair off my shoulders and begin to plant soft kisses on the base of my neck. I was tingling all over.

It was at this time when I was quickly falling under her erotic spell when the door to the bedroom opened and a flash of surprise and fear swept over both myself and Renee. Master entered the room and looked disappointingly at Renee.

"I don't believe I instructed you to be seducing the newest member to our family, did I?!" Master stated, looking directly at Renee.

"No Sir. I am sorry. Please forgive me." she replied shamefully.

"Come here!" Master demanded. "Danielle, take notice of how I punish those who disobey and disrespect my wishes."

Master walked over to a locked closet on the far side of the room, pulled out a key and opened the door. He ordered Renee not to move and entered the closet. In a minute he came back out carrying a multitude of items that I had seen before let alone imagined. When Master emerged from the closet, it was evident that Renee was trembling.

Master walked behind Renee and removed her lace attire allowing her breasts to fall out. Her D cup breasts were perfect in every way, full, round and surprisingly perky for their size. I noticed that like myself, her nipples were pierced and she was wearing rings identical to the ones she placed in my nipples.

Pulling her arms behind her back, Master restrained her with heavy black leather arm sleeves. Next he slid her black thong to the floor exposing her completely shaved pussy. She looked over at me sitting on the bed staring at her with look of utter desperation, but I wasn't about to move.

Master then pulled out a red ball gag and placed it in her mouth and fastening it behind her head. Nothing came out of her mouth but muffles now. He then slipped a leather chastity belt around her waist. It had two massive life like plastic dildos in it. I would have guessed the length of each at around 9 inches and both were probably 1 1/2 to 2 inches thick. Before securing it inside Renee, Master turned and looked at me holding the belt. He saw my eyes fixated on it and decided to educate me on it's workings. He pulled out a small remote and pushed a button. Simultaneously the two dildos started gyrating at a feverish speed. I was stunned and felt a wave of sympathy fall over me for Renee.

He pushed another button and the belt silenced. After applying an ample amount of lube, Master shoved the belt in place fastening it tightly inside Renee's awaiting pussy and ass. The look on her face was one of sheer panic now. Master locked the belt on and slid Renee back against the wall where he fastened the ring on her collar to a hook that was mounted on the wall at neck height. 

Finally he took a leg spreader and secured it to her thighs spreading her legs about two feet at the heels then secured her feet with shackles to each of two rings mounted to the wall. Renee was completely immobile and at the mercy of Master, who appeared to have absolutely no mercy for her.

Master came over and sat down on the bed next to me and placed his hand on my thigh and began to explain why he was doing this.

"Danielle, you will not disobey me. You're will is my will and I will not tolerate free will in this house. Renee was given simple instructions and took it upon herself to take advantage of my property for her own pleasure without first gaining my approval. For this lack of respect and disobeying my orders I will punish her like that slut that she wishes to be."

With that, Master pushed the button on the remote. It didn't take but a few moments and Renee was bucking like a whore getting fucked by ten men at once. The moans coming through her ball gag were of pleasure and pain. Her restraints held her firmly upright while her knees seemed to be buckling from the assault on her pussy and ass. Soon her pussy was dumping what looked like a gallon of her juices down her legs. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head from the relentless fucking she was receiving. 

Master then turned his attention to me seemingly bored with watching Renee get her brains fucked out. 

"Danielle, you may be wondering why I decided to take this course of action with you."

"Yes Sir." I replied. 

"When we were talking online, I was very intrigued by your willingness to explore your sexuality with me. Being your first time I felt honored to assist you on your endeavor. I became enthralled with you the more we talked, and decided to push you to your limits." Master explained.

"Seeing your photos I quickly realized you had potential, but also that you had many reservations. I took it upon myself to help us both. For yourself, I wanted to assist you in becoming the woman that possesses the body you live in. For myself, you will become my servant and fuck toy for helping you achieve your potential." 

As Master was finishing his explanation my mind fell back in time to the summer prior to the start of my freshman year in college. I had decided after years of dealing with my feminine thoughts and feelings to seek counseling. After my 18th birthday I made an appointment with a therapist I had checked out online.

When I arrived at the therapist's office I was visibly nervous and the receptionist was very aware of it. She went through the intake process step by step with me and assured me that anything discussed with the therapist stayed in his office due to doctor-patient confidentiality. That put my mind at ease at least for a moment.

The therapist, Dr. Shontz invited me into his office and had me take a seat. At first it was the same psycho babble about my childhood, my parents, school, my friends or lack there of. Things were going well until we started discussing my sex life and emotions.

I felt like I was being pushed back into a corner with all the questions he was asking. Then finally I erupted, explaining to him how I constantly fantasized about wearing high heels and dresses and how I sometimes stole my mother's makeup kit and dolled myself up in front of the mirror. I told him everything that I had balled up inside me for nearly 10 years that my family would have been totally repulsed by.

Dr. Shontz looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. He could see that I was tortured by the fact that I was truly a woman trapped in a man's body. After 4 more sessions with Dr. Shontz, he diagnosed me with Gender Identity Disorder. He told me I should explore my sexuality and find my true inner self to be happy. He even suggested online sites to find support and dating sites to help me with my sexual frustrations and fantasies.

With his advice, I made the decision to pursue my cross dressing. 

Which brings me right back to where I am sitting. Master continued his list of expectations.

"You were screened after you were placed in the lab downstairs, Danielle. A device was placed over your eyes and ears and subconsciously you answered every question asked of you, explained all you fears of being more feminine. I took it upon myself to have you placed in a hypnotic state to assist you in releasing your inhibitions."

"That's why I can't remember anything!" I thought. He placed word blocks in my subconscious to control my thoughts and take over my body.

"Also it was determined that your body needed to be feminized physically so you would have no choice but to continue the process that your mind most wants." Master continued.

"Every precaution has been taken to ensure no one can interfere with your progression, Danielle."

"What about my family, Sir?" I asked.

"We are your family now." he replied. "They believe you died in a car accident. Your car was found burned out with a dead cadaver burned up inside it. A few pieces of planted identification and the police assumed it was you. Your slate is clean to begin life as a woman."

I was shocked. My parents assumed I was dead. Any friends I had had long since figured the same. I was trapped as Master had the only logical future for me now. 

"You will bring me much pleasure Danielle so long as you obey my orders and never disrespect me. You will be given everything you need, but ultimately the final phase of you transformation will be up to you."

Of course Master was referring to me keeping me cocktail wiener sized cock or having sexual reassignment surgery. 

Master had explained everything to the letter, then he leaned in and whispered in my ear. I was like a block of clay for him to mold into the perfect sex toy. Once again, Master had reduced all my inhibitions to nothing and I found myself wanting nothing more than to please him.

"On your knees my little slut." he ordered me. 

I moved quickly to serve him throwing my body off the bed to gain quick access to his massive muscle. He nodded his head looking directly in my blue eyes as a sign of approval. Slowly I worked my tongue around the head of his huge cock, my red lips kissing it gently.

Wrapping my fingertips around it I slowly eased my mouth over the shaft and slid all the way down til my chin was rubbing his balls. My other hand scooped up his sack and I began to massage his testicles slowly and gingerly. As I increased my pace of bobbing up and down on his cock, he grabbed the back of my head and held it firmly in place and began to face fuck me feverishly. My jaw and tongue were getting tired and the back of my throat was getting sore when I felt a twinge in his ball sack and couldn't wait for what was coming next.

A seemingly endless stream of cum came gushing into my mouth. Warm, creamy and salty, but it tasted fantastic. It slid down the back of my throat and I swallowed every drop like a thirsty man in the desert slurps down a glass of water. Nothing escaped.

Master slipped his pants back on and then leaned down and whispered in my ear. I was back to myself again. Master smiled down at me and I reluctantly grinned back at him. For the first time I had a feeling of satisfaction inside. I felt like I was finding my place now, even he did have complete control over the situation for the moment.

Looking around the room, my eyes were drawn back to Renee who was still getting fucked by Master's device. She looked exhausted but was still getting fucked relentlessly. Her legs were soaked and she was sweating like she had just finished a marathon. I looked at her with admiration then and there and someday hoped it would be myself feeling the way a well fucked, sexually satisfied woman feels.