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Making Francesca Ch. 01

By: Spango



 Author's note: I originally posted this story on another site under the title "Kidnapped and Sissified" a few years ago. I have decided to pull it out, dust it off, do a little editing, slap on a new title that I like better and share it with you fine folks here. Enjoy.




Frank was an ordinary guy in his mid-twenties; of average height and build, loved college football on Saturday afternoons and meeting his friends at a local bar after work on Fridays to shoot some pool. However, he did have one not so ordinary secret. Ever since a college girlfriend had convinced him to wear her panties during sex one night, he had harbored a desire to wear other lacy things but had never had the guts to bring it up in any of his subsequent relationships. He did occasionally wear a pair of panties under his street clothes though. As it turned out, this would lead to the fulfillment of his secret desire and so much more.

One Friday morning as he was getting ready for work, Frank noticed that he was out of clean underwear. Not wanting to wear a pair of dirty boxers, or go "commando", he decided to wear a pair of his panties, figuring no one would notice. Since he was doing something naughty anyway, he chose a black lacy thong with a little pearl affixed to a tiny bow on the center of the waistband. As he left the house for work, he felt a tiny bit self conscious through most of the morning, but as no one even looked at him strange, not to mention said anything, he calmed down around lunch time and by the end of the day had actually forgotten that he was wearing women's underwear. Normally on Fridays he would go home after work and change before meeting his friends at the bar, but this week he had to stay late at the office to finish up a project that was to be presented first thing Monday morning. 

Once he got to the bar his friends had already had a few beers each, so Frank, playing catch-up, downed a couple of shots and chugged his first beer. The evening progressed normally. The guys shot pool, made lewd comments about the women in the bar, and flirted with the waitresses. There was a new waitress at the bar that Friday who caught Frank's eye. She was a tall, slender redhead with green eyes that completely captivated Frank whenever she came around their table. Frank was so mesmerized by her eyes that he was drinking way to fast just so she would come back to their table and take the next order. Unsurprisingly, he was soon quite drunk and eventually staggered to the men's room, his bladder nearly bursting. Had he not been so drunk, he might have remembered the thong he was wearing, and would have used one of the stalls, but as it was he stepped up to the urinal, whipped it out and started peeing without a thought. A few seconds later, another guy walked up to the urinal next him, glanced over at Frank and said "Hi". 

Frank, quite taken aback by this obvious breach of men's room etiquette, mumbled, "Uh, yeah, Hi."

After a few seconds, the other guy finished and as he turned to leave, said with a wink, "By the way nice panties."

At first Frank was dumbfounded, but realization soon found its way into Frank's alcohol soaked brain, quickly followed by fear. Frank's first thought was that he needed to get out of bar and go home before that guy could tell everyone about his secret. His plan was rudely interrupted by a sudden urge to vomit. While he was hanging his head over the porcelain throne, his friend Will came into the men's room looking for him.

"There you are, you drunk bastard. I think you've had enough for one night pal," Will chuckled as he saw Frank bending over the toilet seemingly trying to vomit up his spleen, "As soon as you finish yakkin' up your guts, you are settling your tab, and taking a cab home."

Once Frank was reasonably sure he was done puking, he and Will went back out into the bar. Will flagged down a waitress and asked for Frank's check. A couple of minutes later, the new waitress came over with the check, and Frank handed her his credit card to pay up. When she brought the card and receipt back, she winked and gave him an odd grin. Will led Frank outside the bar where a cab was waiting just for drunks like Frank to leave, poured him into the taxi, and gave the driver Frank's address. As the taxi was pulling up to Frank's house, he reached into his pocket to get out cash to pay the fare. The credit card receipt from the bar fell on the floor of cab, and as he leaned over to pick it up, Frank noticed it had writing on it. Holding it up to the window so he could see it better in the glow of the streetlight, Frank saw it read, "Frank, I think you might just be my kind of man... Celia."

Frank awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and a raging boner mostly trapped in the lacy black thong he still had on from the night before. As he staggered to the bathroom, he noticed through his bedroom window that his car was not in the driveway and after a momentary flash of panic that someone had stolen his car, the events of the night before started to creep in through the fog of his hangover. He recalled taking a taxi home so he was reassured that his car was indeed not stolen, but rather still downtown at the bar. He also recalled the man who commented on his choice of undergarment and another flash of panic swept over him, but since he did not know the guy, he once again assured himself nothing bad was going to happen. Mostly though, he remembered the somewhat cryptic note Celia, the new waitress, had written on his credit card receipt. Thinking about her did absolutely nothing to reduce his morning wood. By the time he got to the toilet, his hard on was sticking straight up against his stomach and he realized that only way to relieve his bladder was to sit down. As he sat there pissing like the proverbial racehorse, he continued to wonder just what Celia had meant in her note. Sitting there wearing only panties and a t-shirt with his cock pushed between his legs, he wondered if that was what those women who did not shave their legs looked like. After he finished peeing, Frank stripped down and jumped in the shower. Once he was done showering, he was stilling feeling the effects of the hangover as he stumbled back to his bedroom to get dressed. Since he still did not have any clean male underwear, he again decided to wear another pair of his secret collection of panties, picking out a purple satin French cut pair. 

Deciding to call one of his buddies who lived nearby to see if he could get a ride over to pick up his car, he headed down to the living room to use the phone. As he walked down the stairs, the doorbell rang. Wondering whom it might be, Frank opened the door to find out it was the man from the men's room the night before. Before he could say a word, the man held out his hand and zapped Frank with the Taser he held. As he was lapsing into unconsciousness, Frank saw two other men back a van into his driveway and up to his garage door.

When Frank regained consciousness, the pounding in his head made it difficult to remember anything, and the bright light wherever he was forced him to keep his eyes closed. A strange tightness in his chest and abdomen made it hard to breath. Slowly he remembered the man at his door and being shocked senseless and for the first time in his life he was truly afraid. As he took stock of his situation, he became aware that his arms were stretched over his head, cuffed to the wall he was leaning against. He felt cuffs on his ankles as well and his legs seemed to be spread apart a bit past shoulder width. He also noticed a dull ache in both of his ear lobes and his nipples. Forcing his eyes open despite the bright light, he began to take stock of his new environment. At first all he could make out was that he seemed to be in a basement and that the light was coming in through a window directly across from him. As his vision cleared, what he saw did absolutely nothing to ease the knot of fear growing in his gut. In fact, it caused a growth spurt in that little knot until it was approaching a sense of full on dread. What Frank saw was a full-fledged, very well appointed S&M dungeon. On the walls various paddles and whips were meticulously hung amid other items that Frank's mind would not allow him to begin to image their use. In the middle of the room there was an authentic medieval rack and the area under the stairs had been turned into a jail cell with a large dog carrier next to it. There were large eyebolts in the rafters and a few sported long metal bars hung from chains. 

With much trepidation, Frank turned from his inspection of the dungeon in which he found himself captive, and slowly lowered his head to look at his body. Again what he saw only served to further feed his fear. The pink corset firmly wrapped about him quickly explained the tightness in his torso. On his legs were pink thigh high stockings topped by a wide band of lavender hued lace and attached to the corset by garter straps. He saw that his ankles were attached to the wall by a pair of wide leather cuffs with a chain tightly stretched between them. He also saw that he was wearing pink open toed high heel shoes and his toes were painted in a shade to match the lace on his stockings. Covering his crotch was a pair of lavender lace thong panties with side ties. The top of the corset came to just below his chest so he was able to see the reason for the pain in his nipples. Both were pierced though with small silver loop attached to each other by a fine linked silver chain that swayed as he moved about. He also noticed that, as far as he could see, all of his body hair had been removed. Moving his hands about in the restraints, he was able to discern that he was sporting long, fake fingernails that matched the color of his toenails. As he was taking stock of his predicament, he heard a door open, and someone starting to descend the stairs.

The first thing Frank saw of his captor was a pair of leather boots topped by leather pants as the person began descending the stairs. A new wave of fear swept of him, but also came the realization that he might get some answers as to why he was bound to the wall of a dungeon dressed in lingerie and just who had bound him there. As his captor descended the stairs further, Frank became aware it was a man, and soon saw that he was the same man who first saw his panties in the bar and then later zapped him at his front door. Getting his first really good look at him, Frank noticed that he was about 6 feet tall, and while not heavily muscled, he certainly looked like he could hold his own. He was dressed in a loose fitting black satin shirt, with black leather pants and black boots. He also wore a black leather collar affixed with a small silver lock.

"Ah, I see you have finally come around", the man said as he approached Frank, "I hope you aren't too uncomfortable, but we couldn't just leave you free to wander about down here, now could we?."

"Who are you and why am I here?" Frank asked in as calm a voice as he could manage, deciding it best not to anger the man since he was quite powerless at the moment. 

The man chuckled quietly to himself and then replied, "Who we are you will learn in due time sweetie, and as to why you are here, I would think it is obvious. You are here to realize your full potential as a sissy shemale slut."

"But I don't want to be a sissy shemale slut and besides, what could possibly make you think that anyway?" responded Frank, this time with slightly more forcefulness.

"When I saw your panties that night at the bar, I knew you were what we thought you were. The Mistress has had her eye on you for some quite time. How she knows which ones to pick, I will never know, but as yet she has never been wrong. She has been monitoring your web traffic for the last few months. If you don't want to be a sissy shemale slut, then why have been going to sites devoted to them and reading stories about men being turned into them? We also know that those panties you wear were bought online from a store catering to sissies. No, darling, you are the one who is wrong about your desires and soon you will come to understand that. If not, then your training will very hard, and I for one don't want that to happen. Sadly that is not up to me as I do as she orders."

"Now listen here you, you bastard, I don't know who you and this Mistress are, but I do not want to be a sissy shemale slut. I like women, and always have. I have no desire to do anything with men and that is final," Frank said, nearly yelling.

"You would be wise not to raise your voice, especially in front of the Mistress," the man returned as he gestured at the walls covered with implements of pain, "Do you think that all of this is for mere decoration? In time you will not only enjoy pleasing men with your mouth and your ass, but you will be begging for it."

"I will never suck a cock or allow one up my ass. I'm not gay, never have been, and never will be," Frank uttered through clenched teeth.

"Oh, don't worry about that since it not gay for a woman to want to service the needs of men, and once we are finished with you, that is what you will be. With one notable exception that is," the man answered as he began to caress Frank's panty clad cock thought the lace.

As if to betray its owner, Frank's manhood started to stiffen under the panties until it was protruding through the leg hole. Try as he might, Frank just could not get it to go down, even after he conjured up the memory of the time, as a teenage, he accidentally saw his great-grandmother getting out of the shower. In fact the more he tried to stop it, the harder it got.

"I see someone here knows what the truth really is," the man teased, "but where are my manners, I bet you really need to pee."

With that he stopped fondling Frank, and walked across the room to a set of drawers, opened one and removed a urinal bottle of the type hospitals use for patients who can not get out of bed. While the strange man was getting the bottle, Frank realized that, yes indeed he did need to pee but he decided that he was not going allow himself to be forced into anything by this man. As the man walked back across the room, unscrewing the cap of the bottle, he said to Frank, "After we are done with this, I have something to show you that may just start to change you mind."

He pulled Frank's still stiff member out of the panties, and placed it into the neck of the bottle. Frank tried to resist the urge he felt and was doing a good job of it until the man started to rub his belly through the corset, putting pressure on Frank's swollen bladder.

"Now be a good girl, and just let it flow. Don't be embarrassed. After all this isn't the first time I've seen you pee, and besides it will make you feel better," the man cooed as he continued to rub Frank's belly through the satin of the corset.

Try as he might to be contrary, Frank soon found himself pissing into the bottle like a fire hose. "Now isn't that better? I know you feel like a good girl now," the man asked in a voice one uses with a child, "Now I promised to show you something, and I am a man of my word."

Leaving Frank for a moment, the man walked behind a curtain stretched along the far wall of the basement, and returned pushing a full-length mirror until it stood directly in front of Frank. At first Frank tried not to look at himself in the mirror as the man stood patiently to the side. Soon however, curiosity got the better of him and Frank turned his head toward the mirror. What he saw nearly took his breath away. There he was, but he barely recognized himself. He knew it was him shackled to the wall wearing a corset, stockings, panties and high heels, but had he not known better he would have sworn it was someone else. Once again his cock, which had started to deflate, betrayed him, spring to full attention with a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. While Frank was staring dumbstruck at his reflection, he failed to notice the man pull a syringe out of his breast pocket, and push it into Frank's very exposed ass cheek. Feeling the slight prick of the needle, Frank quickly looked away from the mirror and down at his side.

"Wha, what was that that?" Frank stammered, his earlier fear rushing back.

"Just a little something to help you grow some nice breasts mixed with something to help you rest," Frank heard the man reply as his head began to nod forward and the room was swallowed by blackness.

Making Francesca Ch. 02



While slowly beginning to come to, Frank heard low voices somewhere off in the distance, but was unable to make out what was being said. As the grogginess began to wear off, a flood of memories came rushing into his mind; getting drunk at the bar and being caught wearing panties, being Tazed on his front porch, waking up chained to a wall in an S&M dungeon wearing sexy lingerie, and most of all, what he had been told of the reason he was there. He might have chalked it all up to a very weird dream but he soon realized that he was indeed cuffed to a wall and he could feel the tight corset wrapped around his torso. The voices stopped, and Frank looked up. A single bulb at the base of the stairs dimly lit the room and through the window on the opposite wall, he could see it was dark outside. As he craned his head about, he saw two shadowy silhouettes on the far side of the room but could not make out any features. Even still he assumed the taller of the two figures was the man he had met earlier which likely meant that shorter, slighter figure was the mysterious Mistress of whom the man had spoken. Since he was still a prisoner and in no position to make demands, he decided to let the two figures make the next move.

 "Mistress, it seems our subject is awake," Frank heard the man's voice say from the darkness.

 Suddenly a spotlight recessed in the ceiling above Frank's head switched on, nearly blinding him after the dimness of the room, and plunged the rest of the room into darkness.

 "Thank you Justin," a woman's voice said, "Let's see what we have, shall we?"

 Even though he was still somewhat groggy from the drugs he had been given earlier, Frank was certain he recognized the woman's voice, but struggled to place a name to it. He heard heels clicking across the concrete floor as the Mistress walked closer, but the bright light shining in his face prevented him from seeing anything. The heels stopped clicking at a place Frank estimated to be directly in front of him and just outside the circle of light from the spotlight above his head.

 "Once again you have done well, Justin. Those colors suit him, or should I say, her, very well. I trust that you explained to our guest why she is here? Good, I wouldn't want our sweet thing to not understand her situation," the voice said, still defying Frank's addled brain's attempts to recall to whom it belonged. 

 "As was expected she resisted the idea of her impending transformation, Mistress," the man called Justin said, "but once again, as with all the others, her cock betrayed her true feelings about the whole thing."

 "Good, Justin, good. I shall reward you later after we finish our session with our new friend," the woman said. "Yes Frank, we have met. I can see the confusion on your face as try to puzzle it out," the woman continued, "If you think back to the night in the cab, maybe you can figure it out. You see the cab driver is a friend of mine who helps me with occasions such as that."

 Suddenly it all clicked in Frank's mind as he remembered reading the credit card receipt in the back of the cab as he paid the cabbie. As the understanding flashed across Frank's face, Celia, or Mistress Celia as she apparently fancied herself, walked into the circle of light. Struck speechless, Frank's mouth worked itself up and down in mute disbelief as he tried, without success, to find his voice. The fact that Mistress Celia was dressed very different from her attire that night at the bar further confounded Frank's attempts to speak. She wore a black leather corset that pushed her pert breasts up and out, a black leather mini skirt that did nothing to hide the tops of her black silk stockings or the garters holding them up, knee high black leather high heeled boots and long black silk gloves that came up just past her elbows. Her auburn hair was set up in a very severe looking bun and her green eyes locked onto Frank's eyes in a way the made it seem they were piercing straight into his soul. With a snap of her fingers, Justin brought a chair into the circle of light and placed it directly behind his Mistress. Without breaking eye contact with Frank, Mistress Celia sat down and crossed her legs, tapping the heel of her boot on the floor. Once more Frank's cock began the process of betraying its master as it stirred in his lavender panties.

 "Even with, or probably because of, what Justin told you yesterday, I'm certain you have many questions to ask me," she said addressing Frank, "I urge you to ask me any questions you have now, because after this, you will only speak when directly asked a question, and the only questions you will be permitted to ask will be if you do not understand a command Justin or I give you. Now, fire away, and remember your manners when you speak to me."

 "How did you know about the web sites I went to and what do you plan to do with me?" Frank asked very quietly as his voice returned to him.

 "First things, first, Frankie. Number one, you will always address me as Mistress Celia. In fact, those two words had better be the first words out of you pathetic little mouth when ever you speak to me, but since you are new to all this, I will forgive your transgression this once, but just this once," Mistress Celia lectured, "Now for your questions. I knew about your surfing habits because one of the sites about the training of sissy shemales sluts you went to is owned and operated by me. I use it to display my successful transformations. I also have my server set up to alert me when an IP address from a local ISP is used to access the site. Then it installs a spyware program that allows me to track what sites that person visits. Most of the time, the hits are just horny men looking for a little kink, but every so often, someone, such as you, comes along who shows some potential. After that it is easy for my program to ascertain the identity of the person, and set up my surveillance to see if they would make a good candidate for my services.  Actually I had planned on watching you for another few weeks, but as luck would have it, Justin had come to the bar to bring me a message from a friend that I was awaiting. When Justin came back and told me what he had seen in the men's room though, I knew you were my girl, so I had Justin bring you in the next morning."

 "To answer your second question," Mistress Celia continued, "I train sissy shemale sluts for a very select clientele, mostly wealth European men who desire a well trained sissy to service their kinky desires. On occasion, though my clients are dominate women who want a sissy shemale around to entertain their male friends. So, my dear, once you are fully transformed into a cock loving, sissy shemale, you will be sold off to a client on my waiting list, which is, I must say, quite long. I make quite a good living doing this, and that bar waitress gig was going to be a way to observe you without arousing your suspicions. Now that you are here, I have quit that job, but I must say it was fun having all of those men ogling my wonderful ass and tits. Now have you anymore questions, or shall we get started?"

 Frank had a million questions but one seemed like it may point out a flaw in her plan and perhaps gain him freedom, so he asked, "Just one more, won't people wonder what has happened to me when I don't show up for work?"

 Mistress Celia was on her feet in flash, grabbing Frank's face in one hand and her other latched onto his balls, squeezing tight sending his budding erection retreating. Her eyes locked onto Frank's, her gaze turning steely.

 "What did I tell you about the manner in which you are to address me?" she hissed between clenched teeth, " Now you will have to be punished for your mistake but first I will answer your question." 

 As her hand let up the pressure on his balls, but not letting go, she said, " Don't fret about that. No one will come looking for you. You see, that Monday morning, you quit your job and told everyone you know that you were fed up with suburban life and you were joining a commune in the Yukon via e-mail. Over the five months you've been with us you have sent out regular updates about how you've discovered your true self and are unlikely to ever return to the work-a-day world. I must admit that, at first, your friends and family were quite shocked and saddened by your departure but now they are mostly supportive of your life journey."

  Frank's eye went wide at the mention of five months, a fact that Celia did a not miss as she continued her story, "Yes Frankie dear, five months. During the time we've kept you drugged, we've had all of your body hair removed with lasers, given you a cute little butterfly tramp stamp tattoo, slimmed you down a few sizes in the waist and chest and softened your skin all while slowly introducing female hormones into your system."

 All the while she was talking she had been caressing his cock and balls through the lacy panties, bringing his cock to a full erection. As she stoked him some more, she continued, "Now that you are awake and ready to begin, we will be increasing the doses of hormones so you will grow nice little boobies. Sadly, for you at least, though, this is likely the last hard on you will have for quite some time. Since I am not without compassion, if you take the punishment you've earned tonight like a good girl, I will let you enjoy your last boner. I would recommend you take me up on this offer since once your training begins, there is no way of knowing when you'll have another chance. Now, Justin, get her ready," she said, looking into the darkness.

 The lights in the dungeon suddenly came on, revealing what looked like a gymnast's pommel horse a few feet behind the chair Mistress Celia had been sitting in moments before. As Justin walked over to Frank, Mistress Celia started walking toward the collection of paddles hanging from the opposite wall, speaking as she went.

 "Now since is your first punishment, I will be gentle," she said smirking. 

 Justin placed a wide leather belt with two large d-rings on it around Frank's waist. Then reached up and released the cuff on Frank's right wrist and quickly brought it down, attaching to the belt. He repeated the process with the other wrist, and then bent down, unhooking Frank's ankles. He then locked a pink leather collar around Frank's neck, and attached a leash to it. By this time, Mistress Celia had selected a leather covered wooden paddle about a foot long and several inches wide, and returned to stand beside the pommel horse. Taking up the leash, Justin began leading Frank over to the horse. The sight of Frank staggering along in the 4-inch heels he wore with the chain between them limiting his stride almost made Mistress Celia laugh out loud, but she was too disciplined for that. Still the sight amused her greatly.



 As he struggled to walk in heels with a chain between his ankles and arms cuffed to his sides, Frank could feel the chain connecting his still sore nipples swaying about. What greatly surprised him was that, although somewhat uncomfortable, the sensation was not altogether unpleasant, and that thought caused further stirring in his groin. Once he was at the pommel horse, Justin bent him at the waist so he was leaning over it between the handles on top. Unhooking one wrist at a time, Justin attached his arms to chains that lead to the legs of the horse. His ankles were attached to the legs in the same manner, and finally, Justin attached the rings on Frank's belt to the handles he lay between. Bound so securely to pommel horse, Frank knew he was totally at the mercy of this domineering yet incredibly sexy captor.

 Justin then undid the garters holding up Frank's stockings and pulled the panties down to his knees, leaving Frank's now completely hairless ass exposed to the whims of the Mistress.

 Bending down and looking into Frank's eyes, Mistress Celia asked him, "Do you understand why I must punish you sweetie?"

 "Mistress Celia, I do understand. I did not follow your instructions regarding how I am to address you. Further, I was disrespectful to you and deserved to be punished," Frank replied in a voice so meek that it surprised him.

 If Mistress Celia was surprised by Frank's answer or his demeanor, she did not show it. Still, she tousled his hair as she stood up and said, "Okay let's begin."

 "Now Frank, you are to count out the stokes, and for this, and all future punishments, you needn't say Mistress Celia before the number, as that will only slow us down, so just the number is all I expect, " and with that she landed the first stroke on Frank's right ass cheek. After Frank called out "One," she landed the second on the left side.

 By the fifth stroke, Frank's ass was on fire and, although he was not crying, tears were streaming down his cheeks. 'If this is gentle, I really hope to God that I don't really piss her off,' Frank thought as the sixth stroke sent pain surging though his ass into the rest of his body. After the tenth stroke, Mistress Celia turned to Justin and handed him the paddle.

 "As your reward, Justin, I will allow you to administer the final ten strokes, and remember, we are being gentle to our little sweetie since it is her first punishment."

 "Thank you Mistress, I will do as you say," Justin said as he bowed to his Mistress before placing the next ten strokes upon Frank's already sore ass.

 "Wonderful," Mistress Celia said as she inspected Frank's glowing red posterior after Justin finished his ten strokes, "I think we are finished for this evening. Justin, after you see to her, attend me upstairs in 30 minutes. And Frankie, you were such a good girl during your punishment, I will allow you your promised reward."

 As Mistress Celia ascended the stairs, Justin first rubbed some kind of balm on Frank's newly spanked ass that took away the sting, but left the dull throb that had begun to build. He then took out a tissue and wiped the tears from Frank's face, and instructed him to blow his nose. Once that was finished Justin began to release Frank from the pommel horse. He reattached Frank's hands to the belt and stood him up. Taking up the leash, he led Frank toward a door beside the stairs. It turned out to be a bathroom and Justin once again pulled down Frank's panties and sat him on the toilet. 

 "I recommend that you take care of any business you have because you won't have another chance until morning, and the Mistress will not be pleased if you soil your undies," Justin said.

 Realizing that he did need to go, Frank sat there and did his business, all the while quite embarrassed that another man was watching him use the toilet. After Frank finished, Justin stood him back up, and wiped Frank clean, paying particular attention to his asshole. This attention caused an unbidden stirring in Frank's cock, further embarrassing him.

 'What is wrong with me?' Frank thought, 'I almost enjoyed him playing with my ass.'

 "Ok, now time to bed you down for the night," Justin said as he pulled up Frank's panties and began to lead him back out into the dungeon. But instead of leading Frank back to the wall shackles, Justin led Frank over to the jail cell under the stairs. Inside was a thin mattress on the floor, and several rings in the wall above the mattress. Justin had Frank lay down on the mattress and locked the other end of the leash to a ring a foot or so off the floor at the head of the mattress. Then he took out a chain that he attached to Frank's ankle nearest the wall and clipped the other end onto another ring at the foot of the mattress. Frank was effectively bound to the floor, but being on the mattress was certainly more comfortable than being bound to the wall, so Frank did not even think to complain. Justin then unclipped Frank's right hand from the belt and reminded him that the Mistress had promised him a reward. The mere mention of the reward had Frank in a confused state. In his head he was thinking, 'There is no way I'm beating off in front of this guy,' but in crotch, his dick was already growing hard and his hand was slowly starting to stroke it though the panties he was still wearing. By the time he fully realized what he was doing, he had his cock out of the panties and was pumping his fist up and down it rather quickly. The faster he stroked, the more embarrassed he got knowing that he was about to get off while a strange man who had just beaten his ass watched. After a couple of minutes, Frank blew his load and Justin clipped his wrist to the belt and used a baby wipe to clean him up before gently tucking Frank's shrinking penis back into his panties. Reaching into his pocket, Justin produced a pair of pills that he placed in Frank's mouth. 

 "Swallow these pills. They are your nighttime hormone treatment. Now you get some sleep because you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow," Justin said as he stood to leave. As he left, he locked the cell door behind him, turned off all the lights except for the dim bulb at the base of the stairs, and went up to attend to his Mistress.



Making Francesca Ch. 03



As Frank lay there on the thin mattress, listening to Justin climb the stairs, he thought about all that had happened and what he feared was still to come. The dull ache in his ass told him that Mistress Celia was definitely not someone to trifle with. He also thought about the reaction his penis had shown to the various activities he had endured since arriving there. Never in a million years would he have thought that he would enjoy a man playing with his cock or his ass, but the stiffening of his cock told him otherwise. Even just thinking about it now started a familiar feeling down there. These thoughts and others were with Frank as drifted of to a deep, but fitful sleep filled with dreams of sissy shemales sucking cocks and getting fucked up the ass by very well hung men. 

"Time to get up Sunshine, and face the day. Today is your first real day of training, but first we need to get you cleaned up before the Mistress starts working with you," Justin said as he nudged Frank awake with the toe of his boot.

Bleary eyed, Frank mumbled an affirmative as Justin undid the leash and chain holding Frank to the mattress. Justin helped him to his feet and led him out of the cell and back into the bathroom. The toilet routine was the same as the night before, but after Justin stood Frank up, he released Frank's hands from the belt and attached them to rings installed in the shower. After that, Justin began to strip Frank naked, staring with the corset, and working his way down. Once Frank was totally naked, Justin wrapped a pair of plastic cuffs around Frank's ankles, and using chains, attached them to a pair of rings set in the floor of the shower. Justin then took off his shirt and boots and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. It was then that Frank noticed Justin's rubber pants, and understood he was to be bathed by this man. Justin turned on the water, and proceeded to lather Frank up, paying special attention to Franks groin and ass, eliciting a very firm erection in the process. As before, Frank fought the wonderful feelings Justin was causing at first but after some time Frank decided to just enjoy it since he probably was not going to be getting a lot of pleasure in the near future. That is until Justin slid a soapy finger into Frank's rectum causing him to stiffen up. Justin just looked at him, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. After washing and rinsing Frank's hair, Justin dried Frank off, again paying special attention to Frank's private parts, and again Frank tried to fight of the pleasant feelings to no avail. Then Justin reattached Frank's collar and leash and ankle cuffs and chain. He next wrapped the belt around his waist, and releasing Frank's arms from the rings in the shower, clipped them back onto the side rings of the belt. Taking up the leash, Justin led the otherwise naked Frank back out into the dungeon. 

Once in the dungeon area, Justin unclipped one end of Frank's ankle chain, slid it through a large loop set into the floor then clipped it back in place. He next released Frank's wrist cuffs from the belt, clipping them together behind his back, and removed the belt. Opening a cabinet next to Frank, Justin brought out a syringe to give Frank his daily shot of hormones. The hormones had begun working as Frank's nipples had started to become quite puffy, resembling those of a teenage girl entering puberty. They had also become very sensitive and every sway of the chain linking his nipple rings sent waves of sensation coursing through Frank's chest. After the shot, Justin set up a folding table next to Frank, and started removing articles of clothing from the cabinet and placing them on the table. 

"While I am dressing you I will have to remove your restraints at certain points. I advise you not to try anything. The Mistress has authorized me to use what ever means necessary if you resist. Is that understood?" Justin asked while he was laying out Frank's wardrobe.

"Yes, sir," Frank replied not knowing the proper way to address Justin, or after Mistress Celia's speech the night before, if he was allowed to even talk to Justin.

The pleased look on Justin's face told Frank that he had done the right thing. Further that pleased look gave Frank a sense of pleasure for having pleased Justin. Why he should feel that way Frank had no idea, but the fact of the matter was that he did. Frank had so many confusing and conflicting thoughts and emotions by this point that he could make neither heads nor tails of much of anything, but one thing remained clear. He did not want to become the sissy shemale sex toy that Mistress Celia intended to make of him.

Justin began dressing Frank by placing a plain white satin lace-up corset around Frank's torso, and then cinched it up tight from behind. Next he released Frank's ankles from the cuffs and slid a pair of white cotton panties with little pink hearts on them up Frank's legs followed by a pair of white cotton knee socks. The socks where followed by a pleated plaid knee length wool skirt. After replacing the ankle cuffs, he slipped a pair of black patent leather Mary Jane's on Frank's feet. He then unclipped Frank's wrists from each other and slid a white button up blouse with ruffled cuffs over Frank's arms and re-clipping his wrists behind his back before buttoning up the front and tucking the hem into the waistband of the skirt. Justin then opened a make-up kit and applied a little light make up to Frank's face; just some pink lip gloss, a dusting of pink rouge and a hint of very pale blue eye shadow followed by a pair of small pink hoop earrings in Frank's newly pieced ears. Since Frank's hair was a bit long for a guy, Justin was able to brush it out into a somewhat feminine look and completed Frank's outfit by clipping a large pale pink bow on top of his head.

"There, all done," Justin said as he gave Frank a final once over, "Now stay still while I get the mirror so you can see how adorable you look."

When Justin returned with the mirror Frank saw that he was dressed like a private school girl, and actually found himself liking the way he looked. Again Frank was surprised by his thoughts and resolved to try to sort out these new feelings that night. Justin reattached the leash, undid the chain from the floor loop and led Frank toward a curtained off area opposite the stairs. When the curtain was pulled back, Frank saw that there was a school desk placed in front of a blackboard board along with a TV and DVD player on a wheeled cart. On the blackboard was written "Lesson One". Justin sat Frank down in the desk, and attached his wrist cuffs to rings placed into the writing surface of the desk, and attached his ankle cuffs to the legs of the desk.

"Just sit here and relax. The Mistress will be down shortly to begin your first lesson," Justin said as he turned and headed up the stairs.

As Frank sat there waiting for Mistress Celia to come down and begin his first lesson in becoming a sissy shemale sex toy, he began to wonder what this lesson was going to be. Several things came to mind, and he was sure that he did not to want learn any of them. After all he absolutely did not want to become a shemale, let alone a sissy one. Considering the predicament he was in though, Frank really could not find any way out. Here he was trapped in a basement dungeon, and if what Mistress Celia had told him was true, everyone thought he had moved to the Great Frozen North. That pretty much ruled out any kind of rescue, and as far as escape went, he was always bound up and could not even use his hands. Besides even if he did get free of his bonds, he had no illusion that he could overpower both Justin and Mistress Celia to make good his escape. Then if he were to escape, he had no idea where he was, and even then he would have to escape in whatever feminine attire he was wearing at the time. So there he sat thinking about what he could do to avoid the fate awaiting him and came up empty. Resistance was not a pleasant option. At least not after the spanking he had received the night before. If that was gentle, he certainly did not want to get anything rough, and he was pretty sure that Mistress Celia could make him regret any disobedience. The more he thought about it, the more he became resigned to the fact that he had no power here and would be transformed. At that point a little voice in his head started saying that maybe it would not be so bad. After all it was always fun to wear panties, and now you get to do it all the time. Frank tried to silence the voice, but it would not go away. He did not have much time to dwell on that voice for Mistress Celia soon arrived.

The first thing Frank noticed about Mistress Celia was that she was dressed very differently from the way she was the night before. This morning she wore a plain gray wool pencil skirt that really complimented her ass quite nicely and a white cotton blouse with a ruffled front that ended in ruffled lace just above the waistline of her skirt. Black stockings covered her long legs and black high heels with thin ankle straps adorned her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a long thick braid that hung down her back. In fact she looked the very model of a sexy teacher. Frank could not help but think that if he had teachers that looked like her, he would have definitely paid more attention in school.

Walking up to the blackboard, she turned and said, "Good news honey, I have decided on your new girl name. From now on you will no long be known as Frank. Your new name is Francesca, but I'm going to call you Frannie for short. Now isn't that a lovely name, Frannie?"

"Yes, Mistress Celia," Frank replied, knowing that he could not argue, and besides, Francesca is actually a rather nice name, although he was not too keen on Frannie since he thought it made him sound like a little girl. Why he kind of liked to have that name he could not say, but he did which caused even more consternation in the part of him that was desperately clinging to the hope that he could somehow retain his male identity.

"Good. I'm glad that you like your new girl name, not that it mattered much since what I say goes," Mistress Celia said, interrupting Frank's thoughts.

"Now the rules for when you are in class are a little bit different from what I told you last night," she continued. "When you are in class, I expect you to give your all. I do not expect you get everything right on the first try. After all, you are learning new things here and one mustn't expect perfection right off the bat. I do, however, expect to see improvement. But above all, I will not tolerate refusal to learn your lessons. If you refuse to try or improve, I will punish you, and what you got last night will seem like a day in the park. If at any time you do not understand something, or have questions about the topic at hand, I want you to raise you hand and ask them. I really do want you to learn these things, not go though the motions, and I believe in time you will also truly want to learn them as well. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress Celia," Frank said, not so much because he wanted to learn the stuff she would teach him, but because he did want to keep her happy with him and avoid further punishment. 

"Right then," Mistress Celia went on as she turned to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk and started to write, "Today's lesson is Fellatio. First you are going to watch a short film on the subject, then you will begin practicing, but don't worry Frannie, it will still be awhile before you do it on the real thing. Today you will practice on artificial penises."

With that she picked up the remote from the TV cart, turned on the TV and DVD player, and pressed play. While the DVD was spinning up, Justin appeared from behind Frank and placed a chair beside the blackboard before retreating out of sight. Mistress Celia sat down in the chair as the title screen, "Fellatio, A Beginners Guide," came up on the TV. The title quickly faded to a woman vigorously sucking away on a rather large cock. A female narrator then spoke, "In this short film we will cover all the important basics of pleasuring a man with you mouth. The scene you are now watching is being preformed by an experienced cocksucker. To be able to go down on a penis this large requires practice, and in time, with practice, you to will able handle a large cock like this man has. To begin, we will discuss all aspects of oral sex that a woman does to give the maximum amount of pleasure to her man. Remember, blowjobs are not all just bobbing up and down on a man's John Thomas until he comes. There is a lot more to it, and we will cover those aspects today."

The scene faded to a woman kneeling in front of a man sitting in a chair. The narrator started describing the action as the woman reached up and started fondling the man through his pants before she unzipped them and pulled out his semi-erect penis. For the next 50 minutes, the narrator continued to describe what was happening on the screen as every imaginable element of giving a man head was displayed. By the time the film was over Frank's mind was reeling. He had no idea that so much went to a blowjob. Most of the girls had been with obviously had not seen this film either since, by and large, they just bobbed up and down his pole. A few had licked his shaft or his balls like the film showed, but not to the degree the film espoused. The main point of the film was that oral sex is to be a sensual experience for both parties, and rather than just try to get him off as quickly as possible, the woman should use all means necessary to prolong the event, giving the man as much enjoyment as she could.

Mistress Celia broke into Frank's reverie by saying, "Now that you have seen the film, Frannie, it is time to start the hands on, or should I say mouths on, portion of the lesson since I shan't be releasing your hands just yet. You can begin on this."

She retrieved a 5-inch flesh toned rubber cock complete with balls and a suction cup base from the TV cart and stuck onto the desk in front of Frank.

"Do you have question, sweetie? You look a little bewildered," Mistress Celia asked him.

"No, Mistress Celia. It's just that I didn't realize that so much when into give a blow job before," Frank answered.

"Most men don't, Frannie, most men don't," Mistress said as she patted him on the shoulder, "but you're not a man anymore, are you? Now get to work and let me see what you learned from the video."

Tentatively Frank lowered his head toward the rubber penis staring back up at him and gently placed a little kiss on the tip. He then stuck out his tongue a slowly licked a circle all the way round it before licking down the underside of the shaft.

"Good girl," Mistress Celia said, "Now keep it up. I want you to imagine that it is a real cock, and your only desire is to please your man."

For the next three hours Frank sucked and licked the rubber cock and balls every way he could think of with Mistress Celia continually giving him pointers, correcting his technique and praising him when he did something well. After about half an hour Frank was even able to take the whole thing into his mouth without gagging. Finally Mistress Celia stopped him.

"Okay Frannie, you did good there. Better than I expected even. You should be proud of yourself. I can see that you will make a fine cocksucker. But now it is time for lunch. Justin will be here in a minute with our food, so just relax, and enjoy you meal when it gets here. After lunch, we will continue working on your technique since I feel that you have the basics down." Mistress Celia said with a big smile on her face and pride showing in her eyes.

At that point Justin appeared with a tray that sat on a sideboard. He then erected a folding table in front of Mistress Celia's chair and retrieved the tray. First he sat out Mistress Celia's lunch then moved over to Frank setting a Cesar salad on the desk in front of him along with a can of Diet Coke that had a straw in it. After setting the utensils next the salad bowl, he placed the tray on the floor next to the desk. All of the talk about lunch made Frank realize that he was indeed very hungry since the last thing he could remember eating was a cheese burger at the bar the night his world started to come unraveled. 

The dismay he felt at the size of his lunch must have show on his face because Mistress Celia said, "Now Frannie dear, I know you must be very hungry, but we need to slim down that waist of yours so you can have a nice girlish figure without needing to wear a corset all the time. However, I do think that you will find that you like to wear them and will want to continue anyway."

As Justin proceeded to feed Frank his lunch, he thought about the events of the morning and was surprised to find out that he really was pleased with his performance and that Mistress Celia also seemed happy with him.

After lunch Justin once again led Frank to the bathroom by his leash, hands cuffed together behind his back and sat him down on the toilet. By now Frank was starting to get used to Justin watching while he peed but he was still bit embarrassed. Now it was more because he was grown man being taken to the bathroom like a little child. Once Frank was done peeing, Justin walked him around the dungeon a few times to help him relieve that stiffness he felt from sitting at a desk leaning over a dildo all morning. After the walk, the training began anew. This time it was with a 6-inch rubber cock that was a bit thicker than the one he had worked on in the morning. About half way through the afternoon, Mistress Celia again changed out the rubber cock for Frank to practice on, this time with a 7-inch one that was nearly 2 inches in diameter. This cock challenged Frank's budding skills at fellatio, and by the end of the day he was still unable to take the whole thing down his throat.

"Very good Frannie, you learn fast. I'm impressed. Most of my new girls don't get to that one until after lunch on the second day," Mistress Celia said as she signaled for Frank to stop. "Tomorrow we will pick up right here, and I'm sure you will be able to deep throat all 7 inches by lunch. For now just sit and relax a bit. I'm sure you jaw must be very tired by now, but don't fret. Soon your jaw muscles will develop and you will be able suck on cocks for hours with little or no discomfort. Justin will be down in a few minutes with your supper, and then he will get you dressed for this evening. We are going to train you on the exquisite art of bondage tonight. As I'm sure you are aware, most Masters want to do more with their shemale slaves than just blow their load in them, and you need to be trained to be bound so you can handle it when your Master decides to play with his toy." With that she proceeded upstairs, leaving Frank alone with his thoughts.

Frank's mind went straight away to his day of sucking rubber cocks, and he found himself wondering what sucking a real cock was like. At that point the like voice in his spoke up, "Be patient Frannie, dear. You'll get to suck a real one, just as soon as Mistress Celia thinks you are ready." Frank noticed that the voice was starting to sound somewhat feminine, and wondered if the voice was his future identity already starting to take shape. The thought scared him because even though he could do nothing about his future as a shemale sex toy, he still wanted to remain who he was inside. 

Justin soon arrived with Frank's supper. This time he got a little bit more than he did at lunch, for which he was grateful, but still wished he could get a proper man-sized meal. He was given a piece of grilled chicken about the size of a dollar, a small helping of green beans, a garden salad and a glass of orange juice. After he was finished eating, or more appropriately, after Justin finished feeding him, Frank was again led to the bathroom. This time he found himself hoping that someday soon Mistress Celia would let him use the bathroom on his own. After the bathroom ritual, which included Justin wiping Frank's ass again, Justin dressed him in his pink and lavender lingerie set including the leather belt around his waist that his hands were once again attached to, and led him to the center of the dungeon. Justin placed a 3 foot spreader bar between his ankles and then cuffed Frank's hands to the ends of another 3 foot bar hanging from the ceiling. Without a word Justin then turned and headed up the stairs, leaving Frank spread eagle in the middle of the room. 




Making Francesca Ch. 03



"So this is the beginning off bondage training," Frank thought, "This isn't so bad." About 30 minutes later, he was starting to change his mind as his arms and legs started to ache. Frank found himself hoping Mistress Celia would soon come down and get on with lesson. At about that time, Mistress Celia, followed by Justin did reappear, dressed as she had been the night before. First she walked around Frank, caressing his back and thighs before fondling his cock and balls through his panties.

"I trust you aren't to uncomfortable, are you Frannie?" Mistress Celia asked. "Justin made me a most wonderful dinner, and I just couldn't be hurried though it. After all lobster is one over my favorites. Now you have experienced a very popular way to display a slave, so now we go over a few more positions you could find yourself in. Unfortunately I can't put you though all the bondage positions there are since any good Master will be very creative in his use of bondage. Tonight we won't be leaving you in any one position very long, but rather I want you get a feel for what you can expect. In the future you will spend more and more time in each position so you can build up you endurance. That way you will be able to be bound in the same pose for hours at a time. Now don't give me that afraid look Frannie. You took to cock sucking like a duck to water, so I'm sure you will adapt to this quickly as well."

Justin then uncuffed Frank's wrists from the bar overhead and he although would have loved to have worked out the stiffness in his arms, Justin clipped them to his side once again. He then placed a pair of wide cuffs around Frank's upper arms, shuffled him back a couple of steps and bent him over at the waist. Mistress Celia then clipped a pair of chains to the ends of the bar Frank's wrists had been attached to and clipped the other ends to the rings on the cuffs around Frank's upper arms, effectively suspending Frank from the bar. To ensure that he couldn't stand back up and relieve the pressure on his arms, she tied the end of his leash to a ring set in the floor making sure the leash was taut.

"This is a very popular position used when a Master wants to give a slave a good ass fucking or a spanking," Mistress Celia instructed. She saw the look of fear cross Frank's eyes because she continued, "Don't worry Frannie, no one is going to fuck your ass right now since we haven't covered that yet and I do so like to keep my training regimented. But now that I think of it, a little light spanking would be good training, don't you agree dear?"

"Mistress Celia, I have been good all day. You said that I did well in my lesson today," Frank pleaded.

"I know you have been good all day, Frannie, but some Masters like to spank their slaves because they enjoy it, not because the slave has misbehaved. Now just like last night, you will count out the strokes as give them to you."

Getting the same paddle she used the last time, she started paddling Frank's very exposed bottom. As he winced with each smack, and counted the strokes between, he thought that at least she wasn't using any of the riding crops or canes that hung from the walls. This time Mistress Celia gave thirty swats with the paddle, leaving Frank's ass very red and stinging like hell. Tonight however, there was no balm to take away the sting since, as Mistress Celia explained, sometimes a slave needs to feel the pain to remember her place. After the spanking, Frank was put into several positions including kneeling with his wrists cuffed to his ankles, lying on his back, again with his wrists cuffed to his ankles, and bent over at the waist with his wrists and ankles spread apart and clipped to rings in the floor and the belt chained to a bar overhead. He spent about 15 minutes in each position before being placed in a new one. By the time Mistress Celia ended the lesson and instructed Justin to get him ready for bed, Frank was sore in just about every part of his body, and his ass was still stinging from the spanking.

The end of the day routine was the same as the night before, but since Mistress Celia decided that he really had been a good girl all day, he was given a frilly pink nightgown to wear to bed. What surprised Frank the most was that he actually felt gratitude toward Mistress Celia for the reward.



Making Francesca Ch. 04



The next four days progressed pretty much the same. Justin would wake him up, shower and dress him in his schoolgirl outfit. He would then spend the morning and afternoon practicing his cock sucking on progressively larger rubber cocks, until by the afternoon of the fourth day he was able to deep throat a huge 10-inch dong. After supper his lessons in bondage continued. Mistress Celia held him in position longer and longer. She also continued the nightly spanking sessions using bigger and bigger paddles and more stokes until she was giving him seventy swats at once. Mistress Celia would reward his good behavior each night with a little something nice. On the fourth night she let him sleep without his feet chained to the wall. 

Through all of this, Frank found that little voice in his head gaining strength and he realized he was losing more and more of his masculine self. He was sitting in desk as ladylike as he could, considering his ankles and wrists were firmly attached to it. He began to blush whenever Mistress Celia would compliment his progress, and he even caught himself swaying his hips once as Justin led him to the bathroom. All of these little changes scared Frank, but he just could not stop himself.

As Frank sat at his desk on the morning of his fifth of training awaiting Mistress Celia, he was again engaged in thought about the changes he found himself undergoing. This had become his favorite pass time, and he spent every free moment he had on it. He was slowly witnessing that which was Frank disappearing, and that which was to be Francesca replacing it. Had he not been kidnapped by Mistress Celia and forced to undergo the change, he knew that he would have never embarked down a similar path on his own. Now that he was going down this path, however, he found that some part of him was actually enjoying become a girl, even if he was not overly fond of some of the methods Mistress Celia was using. His developing breasts, he now had a tiny amount of tit behind his puffy nipples, and emerging feminine mannerisms had him wanting to see what would happen next. He did enjoy wearing the wonderful lingerie, and even the schoolgirl outfit he wore each day excited him. He was not, however, thrilled with the bondage sessions and the spankings that accompanied each one, but what troubled him most about that part of the training was the implications it carried. He knew that when the training was over, Mistress Celia was going to send him off to an unknown Master or, maybe a Mistress, to be nothing more than a sex toy and he was genuinely afraid that this new person would treat him badly and not really care about him the way Mistress Celia seemed to do. In addition, he found that he was beginning to care about Mistress Celia a great deal. He was still thinking about he felt about her when Mistress Celia came down to begin the day's lesson and something of it must have shown on his face because she patted him on the head and mumbled something like, "Ah isn't that sweet," as she walked up to the blackboard carrying a manila folder in one hand.

"I have two treats for you today Frannie," Mistress Celia said as she turned to face him, "First, I have just gotten some new identification docomeents for you that say you are a girl."

She opened the folder and took a piece of paper that she placed on the desk in front of Frank. As he looked at it, he saw it was a birth certificate. The name on it was Francesca Marie Isabella Harris, and the date of birth was his own. It listed the parent's names as Robert Alan Harris and Lucinda Yaneth Nunez-Harris, and the place of birth as Norfolk Naval Hospital.

"You see Frannie, I have a couple of friends that help me create a background for my new girls, and some of your stuff arrived this morning by courier. In case you are puzzled by the names and place of birth, let me relate your new history for you. Your mother was Spanish and met you father while he was stationed in Spain as a young Naval officer. They wed in Spain right before he was reassigned to Norfolk Naval Base, and you were born there just over a year later. When you were three, your father was again reassigned, this time to the Philippines where you lived until you were six. Your family next moved to San Diego where your family was tragically torn apart when you were seven. Your father was by then embarked on what promised to be a wonderful career in the Navy, but that was cut short by a sudden shipboard fire during a shake down cruise for a new destroyer that claimed your father's life. To his credit though, he was killed while saving the lives of seven of his shipmates and was posthumously awarded the Defense Superior Service Medal for his heroism. You mother then decided to return to Spain, but left you with your father's parents in Montana until she could find a job and get settled in, but before she could send for you to come join her, she too was tragically killed. She fell victim to a bombing by the separatist ETA terrorist group, so you remained with you grandparents and grew up in rural Montana helping look after your grandparents ranch. After graduating high school you left Montana to attend college at the University of Michigan and studied business. In your third year, you grandmother sudden died of a heart attack, so you left college to go back to Montana to look after your grandfather who was suffering the effects of old age and the loss of your grandmother. Your grandfather passed last year, and you came here looking for a new start," Mistress Celia concluded. By this time she had placed his "father's" death certificate and service record, a high school diploma, a college transcript, and death certificates for both "grandparents" on top of the birth certificate. "Now all we have to do to complete your new identity is get you a driver's license, a social security card, and a passport, but we will work on that at lunch."

Frank's head was spinning with all the detail Mistress Celia had gone into with his "past". He did wonder how she was going to get him a driver's license though since he really did not see her taking him to the local DMV office.

"Now for your second surprise. I'm going to release your hands a bit so you can practice using them while you give head because I've decided it is about time to let you try out the real thing. After lunch, I'm going to let you use Justin as your training aid. I'm sure you will really enjoy that since Justin is possessed of a wonderful piece of man meat," Mistress Celia said as she attached a length of chain to each of Frank's wrists and the desk that allowed him about two feet of free movement.

Frank marveled at how wonderful it felt to be able move his arms freely for the first time a week, albeit with limitations. He sat there and moved his hand about for a minute or two as Mistress Celia watched and chuckled. Suddenly butterflies raced though Frank's belly as the full impact of what Mistress Celia had said sunk in. He was going to have a real cock in his mouth, and while he was nervous about that, he was also a bit excited. He was going to get to use all the skills he had been practicing the last four days and find out through an unbiased source if he was worthy of the praise Mistress Celia had given him while he worked on the rubber cocks. Mistress Celia broke his train of thought by replacing the documents on the desk with a 9-inch rubber schlong a told him to get started since they did not have all day for him to sit there day dreaming about sucking on Justin's cock. Through out the morning Mistress Celia instructed him on using his hands to stoke the cock while sucking on the balls and licking the head or fondling to balls while the whole cock was buried deep in his throat. The morning passed quickly and Frank was startled when Mistress Celia announced it was time for lunch. As always, Justin appeared with the tray of food and first set out Mistress Celia's lunch before turning to Frank. As he set out Frank's salad and diet soda, he winked at him, sending another flight of butterflies around Frank's insides. After Frank's lunch was set out, Justin stepped back to the side, and Mistress Celia spoke up, "Since you did so well this morning, I've decided that you can eat your salad on your own today. Besides, you do need to learn to eat like a proper girl."

Frank was overjoyed since this was the first thing was allowed to do for himself since coming here, and, trying his best to be dainty, started to eat. He soon discovered that eating like a girl was much different than he was used to, but watching Mistress Celia eat her lunch allowed him some pointers. When he was truly a man, he would have wolfed down the salad, but as it was, it took him almost 15 minutes to finish. 

After he was done, Mistress Celia assessed his performance, "Not bad for your first try Frannie, but we will definitely have to work on it some more," gesturing toward a crouton that had fallen into his lap, "so things like that don't happen. Proper ladies don't spill on their laps so I'm afraid that I will have to reinforce that tonight during your bondage lesson. Now Justin, take away these dishes and get back down here quickly. We don't want to leave Frannie waiting to long for her next step in training."

Justin gathered up the dishes and was back standing beside Frank in less than five minutes. Mistress Celia then unchained Frank's hands from the desk and connected on of the chains between his wrists while Justin reached and removed the writing table from the desk. He then removed his shirt and stood facing Frank between his bound feet.  



"Just think back to the video, and remember everything you learned and practiced so far, and I'm sure you do just fine. I'm sure Justin is hoping so," Mistress Celia said with a smirk, "Now get to it. I want to see you make Justin's knees buckle."

Frank's hands were trembling as he reached out toward Justin so he first placed then on Justin's well defined abs and started stoking, allowing himself a moment to calm down. He then slowly moved his hands down to Justin's thighs, lightly caressing all the way and from there worked his way inward toward Justin's crotch. After a moment or two of caressing Justin through his leather pants, Frank undid the button and slowly lowered the zipper, exposing the front of Justin's bikini briefs, and already growing bulge underneath. With his confidence growing with each passing minute, Frank slowly started to work Justin's pants down around his hips, and lowered then to Justin's ankles. Taking the cue, Justin then stepped out of them and pushed them aside with a foot. Frank then placed one hand on each of Justin's hips and drew him forward until their legs touched. Leaning forward, Frank placed a light kiss on the front of Justin's growing erection through the silky fabric of the briefs Justin still had on, and proceeded to trace the outline of Justin's cock with his tongue. Mistress Celia sat back in her chair grinning, obviously pleased with Frannie's performance thus far. As he was tracing Justin's balls with his tongue, Frank hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Justin's briefs and pulled them down just enough to expose the head of Justin's now rapidly swelling member. Frank reversed course with his tongue and was soon licking a drop of precome from Justin's slit. Taking a deep breath, to steel his fluttering nerves, Frank opened his lips and slowly sucked the head of Justin's cock into his mouth while pushing his briefs down to his ankles. Frank continued to suck on the head of Justin's cock while he fondled his balls with one hand. With the other hand, he lightly caressed the underside of the shaft using just the tips of his nails. The pleased gasp Justin made further emboldened Frank, so he slowly started to work more of Justin's now fully erect 9-inch mansicle into his mouth. He continued his journey down the cock until Justin's balls were touching his chin. Feeling a sudden inspiration, Frank began to hum with Justin's cock lodged deep in this throat. Justin moaned and began to buck his hips a little and Frank new that he had slow up a bit if he wanted to keep sucking on his first real cock much longer. As he backed off Justin's wonderful cock, Frank used his tongue to lick the underside of the shaft, and remembering something an ex-girlfriend used to do when he was close to keep it going, when he had only the head in his mouth, he sucked really hard, sending Justin into a fit of twitches. 

He then released the cock from his mouth and licked under it down to Justin's balls where he spent several minutes licking each one before sucking it into his mouth. He alternated between Justin's clean shaved testicles before sucking both into his mouth at once, swirling them around with his tongue. All the while he was sucking on Justin's balls, Frank was using his hands to slowly jack his cock, not because he worried that it would go soft, but rather because he found that he liked the soft firmness of the penis on his hands. Finally Frank left Justin's balls behind since he just had to have that cock back in his mouth and wanted to make Justin come. He then attacked Justin's manhood with gusto, licking the shaft, taking the thing down his throat, and sucking on the head while his hands continued to caress Justin's smooth, muscular body anywhere he could reach. Frank kept him going for another 20 minutes until Justin's ragged breathing and moaning told him that he could not take much more. Frank let Justin's cock slide out off his mouth with a loud pop and, looking up at Justin's eyes, said "Come for me, Sir", as demurely as he could, and quickly took Justin's entire 9 inches down his throat. The sight of Frannie looking up at him was more than Justin could handle and he soon found the come building in his balls as she deep throated him. Frank felt Justin's cock head swell even more in his throat and knew Justin was soon to come. He slid the cock out of his throat and held just the head in his mouth swirling his tongue all around it. At the same time he used one hand to quickly jack on Justin's shaft while the other played with his balls. Frank was soon rewarded for his efforts as Justin arched his back, and shot the first of his load into Frank's eager mouth. As shot after shot of hot spunk hit his tongue, Frank swallowed as much as he could, but some of it inevitably leaked out around Justin's cock and started to run down Frank's chin. Not wanting to miss a drop of Justin's man chowder, Frank used his fingers to gather up the come running down his chin, and once he had milked the last drop from Justin's now deflating cock, Frank slowly sucked the come from his fingers and finished by licking his lips slowly and sensuously. 

"Bravo, Bravo," Mistress Celia shouted as she stood clapping, "My but you certainly seemed to enjoy that Frannie. Justin how was she?"

"One of the best Mistress, one of the best," Justin said while smiling at Frank.

"So you rank her skills at cock sucking as among the best I've trained?" Mistress Celia asked.

"Actually, Mistress, I rank her as the best you've trained. When I said one of the best, I meant that she gave me one of the best blow jobs I've ever had," Justin replied.

"Wow, you should be really proud of yourself Frannie. Before Justin came to be in my service, he was a renowned lady's man and received hundreds, if not thousands of blow jobs, many from very skilled girls. Now I know a girl's first blow job is a very momentous occasion and I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter," Mistress Celia said.

"Yes, Mistress Celia," Frank started, "At first I was very nervous since I wasn't sure if I'd be any good, and I didn't want to let you down after all the praise you gave me while I was learning on the rubber cocks. However, after Mr. Justin started to respond to my actions, the nervousness went away, and I just wanted to make it as pleasurable as I could for him. I also found that I was enjoying giving Mr. Justin head as much he was enjoying what I was doing for him. Before you brought me here, I would have never thought in a million years that I would actually like sucking a man off, but I guess I am becoming the girl you want me to be." As he finished speaking Frank lowered his head to hide the blushing in his cheeks, confident that, at least for the moment, Mistress Celia was pleased with him.

As Frank sat at the desk, basking in the glow of praise for his skills as a cocksucker, Mistress Celia snapped her fingers and said, "In all the excitement of Frannie's first time giving head, I almost forgot about her new driver's license. Justin run upstairs and get the digital camera while I touch up her face." 

Justin turned and trotted off to the stairs, firm buttocks in plain view, as he was still naked. Frank watched him go and was surprised to find that he hoped that if Mistress Celia allowed him to suck Justin's cock again, he would be able to grab Justin's ass as he came in his mouth. 

Mistress Celia quickly retrieved Frank's make up kit and proceeded to touch up the areas that had been mussed up during the recent session of oral sex. She also added a bit more eye shadow and applied a slightly darker lipstick to give Frank a more adult look. Finally she removed the bow from his hair and stood back to examine her work. At that point Justin returned with the camera and Frank found himself staring at Justin's lovely cock, definitely hoping he would get to use his newly learned oral skills on it again. This desire to have a man's penis in his mouth certainly bothered the masculine part of Frank's psyche that was desperately holding on for dear life, but the new, growing feminine side was quite comfortable with the idea. In fact it abruptly told the masculine side to shut up and enjoy the ride. This was something of a epiphany for Frank since it was the first time that the feminine side had won one of these internal power struggles, and as Frank leaned back in his desk, he realized that being a girl, even a partial one like he was becoming, might not be that bad. Frank was brought back to the world when Mistress Celia told him to sit up straight and smile for the birdie as she snapped a couple of pictures with the camera Justin had brought her.

" Now while I e-mail these off to my friend at the DMV who helps me out with these things, Justin will supervise you while you complete a task I have decided you can do. Since many of my clients also use their sissy shemales as maids, every girl that leaves here has a full repertoire of domestic skills. This afternoon, until suppertime, you will be cleaning the bathroom that you use, and from now on it will be your duty to keep it clean. I expect it to be sparkling, and will inspect it once I have finished my supper. Any major deficiencies in your cleaning will be dealt with during tonight's bondage training," Mistress Celia explained, "Oh and Justin, you can get dressed again. We wouldn't want that lovely cock of yours distracting Frannie as she goes about her chores."

Justin began to get dressed and Frank was disappointed that he could no longer gaze at Justin's naked body. Once dressed, Justin led Frank over to the bathroom, let him use the toilet, and then showed him the cleaning supplies. Justin also tied an apron on Frank to help protect his clothes and told him get started. Frank knew he did not have much choice, so he rolled up his sleeves, and got to work first cleaning the shower. Frank found it difficult to work with his hands chained together with only two feet of separation, but his desire to please Mistress Celia and avoid the punishment she promised for shoddy work helped him get past this difficulty. Frank spent the remainder of the afternoon scrubbing and polishing in the bathroom with Justin giving him instructions and pointers on the best way to get a certain area clean. When Justin announced that it was time for supper, Frank put away the cleaning supplies, feeling quite good about the job he had done. 




Making Francesca Ch. 04



Justin led Frank out of the bathroom, and over to his cell, locking a 6 foot chain to one ankle and to the wall, telling him to wait here while he went upstairs and made supper. As Justin left, Frank turned around and sat down on the mattress, as it was the only piece of furniture in the cell. As he sat, Frank smoothed his skirt under him and tucked his legs up in a very feminine pose, only realizing it after he was finished. 

'Bravo,' the female voice in his head said, "Good girl Frannie, only at it a week and already doing the girl things automatically'

'Don't listen to her Frank,' the masculine side spoke up, 'We are a man, not a woman, and definitely not a sissy shemale'

'Oh be quiet you,' the female voice replied, 'Can't you see that Frannie loves what is happening to her? Besides, Mistress Celia is stronger than you and will win in the end. Fighting it will only make it harder.'

Having no good response, the masculine sulked off to a corner of Frank's mind, muttering about domineering women who turn perfectly normal men in cock hungry whores and other such stuff. Frank realized then that he was on the cusp of an identity crisis and decided then and there to be the best girl he could be for Mistress Celia, quietly locking away his masculine identity away in the corner of his mind it had retreated to. However he did decide to hold on to certain aspects of his formed self like his love of sports, fast cars, and good beer. After all there were plenty of real girls who also liked those things. He also continued to refer to himself using the male pronouns, mostly out of habit, but expected that too would change in time. For the first time since arriving in Mistress Celia's basement dungeon, Frank felt unafraid of the transformation that he was undergoing and a tremendous weight was lifted from his developing bosom. Now his only fear was about the end of the training and being sent off to into the service of one the Mistress Celia's clients.



Making Francesca Ch. 05



It seems that I finally have gotten the time to finish posting this story. If you have not read the first four chapters, I highly recommend it as the story will make much more sense. Enjoy.




As he sat there on the thin mattress, pondering his new outlook on life, Justin appeared with his supper. Justin opened the door to the cell and placed a folding chair and table in it, instructed Frank to sit down and enjoy the meal. "Mistress Celia will be down in about 30 minutes to inspect your cleaning, and then continue your training, so eat up," Justin said as he set out Frank's supper on the table. He had just finished eating when Mistress Celia and Justin came back downstairs. Mistress Celia instructed Justin to fetch Frannie from her cell so she could watch the inspection of her work. As Justin opened the cell, Frank rose from the chair and waited patiently for Justin to clip the leash to his collar and lead him out of the cell. Once in the bathroom, Mistress Celia had Frank kneel in the doorway with his hands demurely folded in his lap as she proceeded to conduct her inspection.

When she finished, she turned to Frank and said, "Overall, not a bad job, but you missed a spot of soap scum on the shower doors, a water spot on the sink faucet, forgot to clean the hair out of the shower drain and there is smudge on the corner of the mirror. I had already decided to switch from the paddle to the riding crop during tonight's bondage session, but was going to start you out with a mere ten strokes. In light of these deficiencies, I think I shall increase that number by two strokes per, so when we add in the dropped crouton at lunch, that makes twenty stokes with the riding crop tonight. Do you have anything to say for yourself Frannie before I turn you over to Justin to dress you for tonight's training?"

"Yes, Mistress Celia, I do. I want you to know that even though I dread the riding crop, I willingly accept the punishment because I failed you and deserve it," Frank told her, staring at the floor with an ashamed look on his face, tears rising unbidden to his eyes.

"Oh, Frannie dear, you didn't fail me. You just simply didn't complete the task as well as I know you can. Remember the first day of your training when I told you that I don't expect perfection on the first try? I'm using the punishment to reinforce the lesson, and motivate you to try harder. Had you actually failed me, the punishment would be much worse than ten extra lashes with a riding crop, as a few of your predecessors learned the hard way. No Frannie, you haven't failed me yet, and nothing so far in your training indicates that you ever will so keep up the good work and I'm sure you will avoid seeing my darker side," Mistress Celia said in a soothing voice that stopped the tears in Frank's eyes and brought a self depreciating smile to his face. She then walked past Frank, patting him on the head like a puppy, and told Justin to come get her once Frannie was ready for the evening's training.

Justin dressed Frank in his standard bondage lingerie ensemble, but he replaced the shoes with a pair that had slightly higher heels. Justin told him it was all part of the training since most Masters wanted their shemale sex toys in very high heels. Justin then led Frank over to a set of stocks, placed Frank's arms and head inside and locked them shut. The stocks were a bit low so Frank's ass stuck up about a foot above his head. Justin explained that during the initial session with the crop, Mistress Celia liked to have her girls in the stocks since it helped prevent them from trying to pull away, and it enhanced the effect of the lashing by preventing them from seeing when the next stroke was coming. Justin then turned around and went to get Mistress Celia, allowing Frank a very enjoyable view of his ass in the tight leather pants he wore. 

With his head facing away from the stairs and stocks preventing any attempt to turn his head around anyway, the only way Frank knew that Mistress Celia had arrived to conduct his bondage session was the clicking of her heels as she walked across the floor to where he was constrained with his ass sticking up, exposed for whatever she wanted to do to it. As her leather-gloved hand gently caressed his trembling, panty covered ass, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry Frannie, this will be over before you know it, and then we can get on with improving your endurance for bondage sessions."

With a little slap on the ass, Mistress Celia stopped caressing Frank, and suddenly Frank heard a swishing sound followed by a sharp crack and felt an explosion of pain surge through his right butt cheek. The pain took his breath away, and he very nearly forgot to count out the stroke. Just in time he remembered, and shouted out "One." He was barely done speaking when he heard the swishing sound again that was once again followed by a sharp crack and an explosion of pain in his left cheek. This time he was expecting the pain and was able to quickly call out "Two." By the fourth stroke, tears where rolling freely down his cheeks, and after the tenth he felt as if he might pass out from the pain. The rest of the strokes when pretty much the same, swish, crack, pain, and somehow he was able remain conscious through all twenty lashes Mistress Celia applied to his backside. By the time she was finished, Frank was thinking fondly of the seventy paddle swats he had received the night before. His ass was on fire like it had never been before, and he was certain that he would have bruises the next morning. Mistress Celia came around to the front of the stocks and gently patted his head telling him what a good girl he had been to take the lashing so well. At the same time Justin began applying the balm to Frank's tortured ass cheeks. At first the pressure of Justin's hands rubbing the balm in only made the pain worse, but soon the balm took over and the stinging pain started to subside. 

Would you like to see what you ass looks like after a good lashing with a riding crop, Frannie?" Mistress Celia asked.

"Yes, Mistress Celia," Frank replied, not really wanting to, but knowing Mistress Celia wanted him to see his whipped ass.

"Justin, hold up the mirror so Frannie can see what her ass looks like right now," Mistress Celia instructed as she too held up a mirror.

Tentatively Frank looked up at the mirror, fearful of what he might see. What he did see though was not nearly as bad as he had expected. On each cheek, he saw a set of red swathes fanning out from the middle with thin white lines between. In a few of the red patches, he saw darker red lines that he assumed were a few broken capillaries that resembled long straight hickies. From the pain he had felt, he expected his ass to look like a pile of raw hamburger and was much relieved to see that he was wrong. He also noticed that his makeup was ruined thanks the tears that had recently flowed down his face. His mascara had run terribly, leaving long dark purple trails down his cheeks, and his eyelids where a purple mess. Seeing himself looking so ridiculous in the mirror brought a wry smile to Frank's face.

"What's so funny Frannie dear? I know that most people don't enjoy a whipping like you just got, at least not at first," Mistress Celia inquired of him.

"Mistress Celia I can assure you that although it was a necessary part of my training, I did not enjoy the whipping. I just realized that I look absurd with my makeup like this," Frank replied, feeling somewhat silly to make a fuss over makeup.

"My, my but you do look absurd with those raccoon eyes Frannie. Justin come over here and fix Frannie's makeup so she looks the proper little sissy slut and not like some lace enshrouded scavenging little animal," Mistress Celia said.

Justin hurried over to the cabinet that held Frank's makeup kit and upon returning to the stocks, crouched down and proceeded to clean off the mascara that had run all over Frank's face before applying a fresh coat of makeup. When Justin held the mirror so Frank could see the finished look, Frank smiled at his reflection. The female voice in his head opined, 'Now we look like a proper girl, don't you think Frannie?' Thing was Frank did agree.

"Ok now that you've got a fresh face on Frannie, I want to start getting you ready for the next phase of your sexual training. I'm sure you understand that the next lesson is going to be on anal sex. But before we go plowing away at that sweet little ass of yours, we need to stretch and relax your sphincter muscles, so over the next few days, you will be wearing a progressively larger one of these," Mistress Celia said as she held up a small butt plug, "Now tell the truth Frannie, have you ever had anything up you ass before?"

"Mistress Celia, I have only had a finger up there once. Back in college some of use got arrested for underage drinking and had to spend the night in jail. Before we were put in the cell, the guards performed a full body cavity search, and one of them stuck his finger up my butt. To be honest, I really did not enjoy at all," Frank told her.

"Well I can see why didn't enjoy that Frannie. A body cavity at the jail is no place to be introduced to the pleasures of anal play. By the time we are done with this portion of your training, I am confident you will enjoy having a cock in your man pussy as much as you enjoyed having Justin's cock in your mouth this morning," Mistress Celia replied.

With that she walked behind Frank and he heard her pull on a latex glove. She pulled his panties down his legs, and suddenly he felt a glob of what have been lubricant land squarely on his tight little rosebud. Next he felt Mistress Celia's finger begin to massage his rear entrance, and start to try to gain entry. He wanted to relax for her, but reflexively clenched up. This earned him a sharp slap on his sore ass, and an admonishment to relax. He forced himself to relax, and soon felt Mistress Celia's lubed finger slide inside his asshole. This was much different than the time the jail guard probed his ass. Instead of just rooting around looking for contraband, Mistress Celia gently worked her finger in and out of his hole, loosening him up. When Mistress Celia worked in a second finger, she brushed his prostrate, which caused a little jump in his cock. He suddenly realized that it had not been hard in days, and that thought concerned him until he remembered reading somewhere that female hormones can make a man impotent and figured that the ones at work giving him breasts must be the cause. His thoughts about hormones and limp dicks were interrupted when he felt the tip of the butt plug against his hole. Mistress Celia slowly pushed it in, slightly stretching him out as the thickest part entered. Soon the whole thing was in and his ass muscles clenched down on the slender neck, effectively locking it in place. It was not a very big one, maybe an inch wide at its thickest, but never the less, Frank's ass felt stuffed full. Pulling his panties back up, Mistress Celia said, "Okay now let's get on the bondage training.

Frank spent the next three hours in various, mostly uncomfortable positions, but one in particular stood out from the rest. Mistress Celia had him lying face down on the hard floor with his wrists and ankles all cuffed and linked together above his lower back. It might not have been too bad, but for the spreader bar opening his knees as far as they would go. Luckily, she only kept him that was for about 15 minutes before moving on to something else. To make matters worse, every time he moved, Frank could feel the butt plug shift around in his ass. The effect was making him very horny, and he was certain that if not for the hormones, he would have been sporting a rock hard boner. As it was he could feel pre-come moistening the front of his panties. At one point he looked down and saw a dark spot growing in his panties and was embarrassed, hoping that Mistress Celia had not noticed. She had noticed however and knew that when it was time for her Frannie to get fucked in the ass, she would be ready and willing.

Soon the bondage session was over, but before turning Frank over to Justin to get ready for bed, she told him that she would be going out of town for a few days and that while she was gone, Justin was in charge of his training, and that she expected him to obey Justin as if he were her. Besides she told him, his next set of lessons would revolve around improving his domestic skills, so there would not be much for her do anyway. She also told him that Justin would continue the bondage session, but he would be spared the spankings and whippings until she returned. With that she leaned over, since he was kneeling with his wrists bound to his ankles behind him and kissed him lightly on the forehead, saying, "See you in few days Frannie." She then turned and walked up the stairs.



Making Francesca Ch. 06



The next morning Justin woke Frank up, "Rise and shine sleepy head. Mistress Celia has decided that you can bathe yourself now since you've been such a good girl. Now let's get cracking."

With that Justin reached down and unlocked the chain from Frank's ankle that was attached to the wall. He then clipped the leash on to Frank's collar and led him into the bathroom. He removed the wrist and ankle cuffs, and had Frank strip naked. Reaching behind Frank, Justin slowly removed the butt plug Mistress Celia had put there the night before so Frank could use the toilet. As it slowly slide out his ass, Frank could not help but gasp from the sensation. While Frank was sitting on the toilet, Justin outlined the plan for the day.

"I am to teach you the fine art of domestic service. First, we are going to do Mistress Celia's laundry. After that, you will be doing this morning's breakfast dishes, helping me prepare our lunch, assisting me in my daily cleaning chores around the house, and finally helping me prepare supper. I will also be teaching you how to apply your own makeup," Justin explained, "We have a busy schedule today so don't dawdle in the shower." 

As Frank was soaping himself in the shower, he realized something, and decided to take a chance and ask Justin about it.

"Mr. Justin, may I ask you a question?" Frank ventured.

"Sure Honey, fire away," Justin replied.

"Um, well I noticed that none of my facial and body hair has grown back at all. Why is that? Is it from the hormones that I'm getting to grow breasts?" Frank asked.

"No Frannie, those hormones won't stop hair growth. After I knocked you out on your front porch, I took to a doctor friend of Mistress Celia's who helps us out with our girls, and he performed laser hair removal on your face and body. That way you will never have to shave, and will be able to be smooth like a girl should be," Justin told him.

"But the hormones are keeping my dick soft, right?" Frank continued.

"Now that you got right Frannie. The influx of female hormones in your system are overpowering the testosterone and keeping you from having an erection. Don't worry though, once your breasts develop nicely, you will switched to a maintenance level dose that won't interfere with you getting hard," Justin said, much to Frank's relief since he was still rather fond of his penis. 

Although he was actually starting to look forward to becoming more like a girl, especially the growing boobs part, he was not overly keen on the idea of having a limp useless dick hanging between his legs for the rest of his life. Better to finish the job and become a full-fledged girl than have a useless cock he thought to himself, but now it seemed as if he need not worry about that.

Once he was out of the shower and dried off, Justin had him bend over the sink so a new, slightly larger butt plug could be inserted. Justin applied lube to his back door much like Mistress Celia had the night before, but he was more business like and soon, after a wee bit of pain, Frank had another butt plug lodged up his anus. While Frank was showering, Justin had retrieved his outfit for the day. This time instead of the schoolgirl ensemble, Justin presented Frank with a French maid's uniform, complete with ruffled skirt and a tiny white apron. His underwear for the day consisted of a black satin corset, black lace g-string and matching garter belt, and black, back-seamed stockings. Finishing the look were a pair of high heeled "Fuck me" pumps and a white lace maid's cap. As Frank got dressed, Justin set out his makeup. Justin had Frank sit down at the vanity in the bathroom, and proceeded to apply his makeup, explaining each step along the way. Once he finished, Justin told Frank that tomorrow he would be doing his own makeup while he watched and corrected him. 

Now that Frank was ready to face the day, Justin led him to the laundry room in a part of the basement that was adjacent to the dungeon, but accessible though a concealed door. As Justin observed and instructed, Frank washed Mistress Celia's laundry. Most things went into the washing machine, but Frank had to hand wash all of her intimates. He also washed out the lingerie he wore each night for the bondage sessions. Once he had all of the delicates hanging up to dry and everything else in the dryer, Justin led him up a second flight of stairs into the kitchen of Mistress Celia's house. Frank assumed that Mistress Celia's services did not come cheap, and guessed the house to be rather large from the size of the basement. However, if the kitchen was any indicator of the rest of the house, Mistress Celia lived a life of true luxury. Any professional chef would have been more than happy to work out of this kitchen. Justin soon had Frank helping out with the lunch preparations, and shortly after they sat down at the center island and had a quick lunch. 

After lunch, Frank cleaned up the kitchen, and then Justin lead him back to laundry room to gather up the now dry clothes and take them upstairs to be put away. He then had Frank vacuuming and dusting several rooms of the very large house. From the windows, Frank could see that Mistress Celia owned some sort of country estate with immaculate grounds and forest all around. By the time Justin told him it was time to make supper, Frank was very tired indeed. He had no idea that housework could be so demanding, and vacuuming in 4-inch heels certainly did not help any. 

After supper, Justin led him back down to the dungeon and had him take off the maid's uniform but leave the lingerie on. Justin then attached the wrist and ankle cuffs that Frank had come to know so well, and put him through his paces in various bondage positions, mostly old ones, but a few new ones as well. At the end of the session, Justin again changed out Frank's butt plug for one again slightly larger that the last. Justin then told him that since he had been such a good girl all day that he had earned a reward.

When Frank came out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, Justin presented him with a sheer pink, very skimpy baby doll nightie with matching panties, and a pair of high-heeled slippers with furry toes and a bow. By the time Justin had finished telling him to change into the nightie, Frank was half undressed. The female voice in his head was going nuts over the nightie, and Frank had to admit that he liked it too. Justin had one more surprise waiting for Frank. On his mattress was a small pillow with his name on it (well it said Frannie), surrounded by little pink hearts. As Justin turned to leave, Frank asked him, "Mr Justin, aren't you going to chain me up to the wall?"

"No dear, Mistress Celia has decided that, unless you start acting up, being locked in this cell is enough restraint," Justin answered him, "Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow you are cleaning the bathrooms, and this house has seven, not counting the one down here."

Next few days while Mistress Celia was away pretty much went the same. He would get up, shower, get dressed in the maid's uniform, put on his makeup while Justin gave him pointers, do whatever house work Justin assigned, do bondage training in the evenings, and have his butt plug changed for a fatter one morning and night. Each day Justin would give him a little reward for being a good girl. The rewards included a little lamp with a pink frilly shade for his cell, and a glass of wine one night at supper, but the one that Frank treasured the most was a copy of the previous weekend's college football scores. He stayed up late that night reading and re-reading it. 

On the fifth evening, as he was bent over at the waist with his wrists attached to his ankles and a 4 foot bar spreading his legs apart, he heard the door at the top of the stairs open, and since he could see the stairs, he saw an upside down Mistress Celia enter the dungeon. She walked over and patted him firmly on the ass, and turned to Justin.

"Has our little Frannie been behaving herself for you Justin?" Mistress Celia asked.

"Yes Mistress, she has," Justin replied, "She has done very well with learning her skills as a maid."

Mistress Celia then asked about the progress with the butt plugs and when Justin told her, she thought for a moment and then said, "Good. Tomorrow morning, we begin Frannie's official training for anal sex."

The next morning when Justin simply unlocked the door to his cell and told him to get showered while he got Frannie's outfit ready, Frank realized that he had earned Mistress Celia's trust. Frank hopped out of bed and rushed to the shower not wanting to do anything that would make her rethink things. Frank had no actually knowledge to back up his supposition, but he figured that most of Mistress Celia's trainees did not get this level of freedom so early in the process, if ever. While in the shower, he hatched a plan that was a long shot at best, but one that he knew he would do his utmost to see to fruition. He decided that if he proved himself to Mistress Celia, the there might just be a very slim chance that she would be become too fond of him to send him off to some unknown Master, instead keeping him here to be in her service. With his new plan in mind, he set about the day. Justin came in with Frannie's schoolgirl clothes just as he was getting out of the shower. Frank quickly dried off and started getting dressed. After he had finished with his makeup, he asked Justin if he could teach him how to do his hair as femininely as possible since he wanted to please their Mistress. 

Justin chuckled and said, "Sure Frannie, but I've seen this before, but never so soon into the transformation. Mistress Celia has never kept one of her girls around before, but you might just be special, so good luck. I know I would like to have you around, but remember I have no say in what she will do."

Buoyed by Justin's words, Frank nearly bounded over to the classroom section of dungeon to start his introduction into the world of anal sex. He had very little experience as the giver in anal sex. Only one girl had ever let him fuck her in the ass and that was during a one-night stand back in college. The butt plug training here at Mistress Celia's was the closest he had yet come as the receiver, but he was determined that if taking a cock up the ass could help his plan, he would do so with relish. As he sat at his desk, this time unfettered, wondering what it would feel like to have a real live cock dumping its load of come deep inside him, Mistress Celia walked up.

"My don't you look chipper this morning Frannie," Mistress Celia said, "Most of my girls look absolutely terrified on their first day of anal sex training. Something must have changed while I was away. Maybe I need to leave more often during a training period."

"Mistress Celia, I just wanted to repay your trust by doing the best I can to learn what you have to teach me," Frank replied.

"Well, I'm pleased that you want to return my kindness Frannie. None of the others girls ever said anything like that," Mistress Celia said, "We are going to watch a film about the subject at hand before we move on to practical application, but first I need to do something. Stand up and bend over dear."

Once Frank was standing bent over the desk, Mistress Celia removed the butt plug currently in his ass, and replaced it with the 6-inch rubber cock he had so recently used to practice cock sucking. She then had him sit back down. As he sat, Frank could feel the head of the rubber cock moving around inside him, and although it was definitely a new experience, he kind of liked the feeling. Mistress Celia then turned on the TV and DVD player and soon a title screen appeared. This video was called, 'The Joys of Anal Sex.' Just like with the fellatio film, the narrator introduced the film and then a series of anal sex scenes with commentary followed. This time, Frank could see that all the girls on the receiving end were actually shemales and sissy men. To see that they seemed to be enjoying the ass reamings they were getting gave Frank a peace of mind and a sense that he too might just enjoy what was to come. As the film was winding down, Mistress Celia got up from her chair and walked over to a cabinet. Once there she removed her skirt and buckled on a harness for a strap-on dildo. She then returned to Frank and instructed him to once again stand up and bend over. She then reached down between his legs and pulled the rubber cock out of his ass, and affixed it to the harness about her waist. 

"There is a lot more to anal sex than just bending over and taking it up the ass, as you saw on the video. There are many different positions that you will eventually be in, but bent over being reamed out is a good place to start," Mistress Celia said as she led Frank over to a counter along the wall and told him to place his hands on the counter and spread his legs. 

Since he was bent over, the rubber cock lined up well with Frank's virgin ass, and Mistress Celia wasted no time, flipping up the back of his skirt and pulling his panties to the side. She started by teasing Frank's hole with the head, sliding the cock up and down his crack, stopping to exert ever so slight a pressure on his rosebud before moving on. After a few minutes of that, she slowly began to push the cock into Frank's backside, gently opening him up to take the head. As the head of Mistress Celia's strap-on slowly entered Frank's love canal, he could feel his muscles start to contract to try to expel the invader. Frank willed himself to relax and soon all resistance was gone and Mistress Celia had buried all six inches into him. She paused for a second or two to allow him to adjust, and then started to slowly rock her hips, moving the still buried rubber cock around inside him. She then withdrew so that just the head was still inside and slowly pushed it all back in. As she did this, Frank could feel the head rub past his prostate which felt really good. 

Frank knew that the female hormones in his system were all that kept him from having a raging hard-on right then. Mistress Celia then picked up the pace until she was sawing away at his ass in ever faster strokes. Every time the head of the rubber cock passed his love button, Frank could feel what felt like an orgasm building. Suddenly Frank felt an intense wave of pleasure shoot though his entire body and although his cock was still limp, Frank started coming in his panties with a vengeance. It was unlike any orgasm he had ever had before. Instead of shooting like normal, he could feel his baby batter flowing out of his cock like from a hose. What was more startling, he felt the orgasm through his whole body, not just in his crotch. He gasped for breath, his toes curled inside his saddle shoes and he very nearly fell forward. Seeing what was happening, Mistress Celia buried the cock all way in, hugged him tight around the waist to stabilize him, and held him tight allowing him to ride the waves of his orgasm. 

When he calmed down, she leaned forward, kissed him on the base of neck and said with a grin, "I guess I don't need to ask you if you enjoyed that, do I?"

"Oh, Mistress Celia, that was absolutely wonderful. If I had know that being fucked in the ass could make me come like that, I would have done it long ago," Frank practically purred in response.

"I was going to keep on fucking your sweet ass to get you used to a cock in the ass, but after the way you to responded to your first ass fucking, I'm going to give you a little rest and then we'll move to a bigger cock and work on that for a while," Mistress Celia said as she led him over to the desk and sat him down. 

After a 15-minute break, Mistress Celia was back at it again, sliding a 7-inch rubber cock in and out of Frank's ass. The rest of the morning went pretty much the same. Frank came two more times, and each time, Mistress Celia allowed him a break before moving up to a larger rubber cock. After lunch, Frank changed into his maid's uniform, and helped Justin with the housework, and in the evening his bondage and spanking sessions continued. The next four days went the same with Mistress Celia fucking Frank with rubber cocks, only she put him a different position each day, first she had him on his hands and knees and fucked him doggy style, then on him belly with a pillow holding his ass up high, on his side as she knelt over his lower leg, and finally, she had him on his back on the mattress in his cell and fucked him Missionary style. After getting his ass thoroughly reamed out, Frank would spend his afternoons dressed as a maid doing housework, and in the evenings dressed in lingerie bound up and being spanked by Mistress Celia. 

On the morning of the sixth day of Frank's anal sex training, Mistress Celia told him, "I usually use Justin for my girls' first real ass fucking, but since you have been so wonderful since I brought you here, I've decided to give you a treat. I have never done this for any of my other trainees Frannie, so I hope you understand just how special this is. Now get down your hands and knees and close your eyes."

As he lowered himself to his hands and knees and closed his eyes, Frank wondered what the treat was going to be. Mistress Celia then proceeded to put a blindfold over his eyes, blocking all sight. He heard Mistress Celia unzip her skirt and felt her kneel down between his legs, and was shocked to feel what he assumed was the head of a real cock sliding up and down his crack. He then felt the cockhead slowly start to push its way into his now well-used anus, and soon he had the entire cock firmly planted in his ass. He felt a pair of smooth balls rub up against his own hairless sack, and guessed the cock in his ass was at least 8-inches long. Having the real thing in him was so much better than a rubber one, Frank thought as he could feel the heat of it as it started to piston back and forth in his nether region. 

A few minutes into the fucking, Mistress Celia pulled the blindfold off, and told him to look back under him. Frank then received the biggest shock of his life. He saw Mistress Celia's legs slapping into his thighs, but at her crotch was a very hard cock and accompanying balls banging away at his ass. Mistress Celia pulled all the way out of Frank's ass and pushed her cock down so Frank could see it all its glory. If he had thought Justin had a wonderful cock, then this one was godlike. The shaft was smooth and shiny from being in his ass and the dark purple head was a perfect mushroom shape with it slit staring at him like a little eye. As Frank watched, mesmerized, a drop of pre-come leaked out and fell on the floor. Without thinking, Frank reached back, and wiped it up with a finger before popping the finger in his mouth.

Mistress Celia chuckled and said, "That's right Frannie. I'm a shemale. I have never shared this part of myself with any of the other girls I have trained, but in you I sense something different. All of the other girls left here as unwilling slaves, albeit resigned to their fates. In you though, it seems as if I have opened a door to your true destiny. I feel as if you want to actually become a girl."

With that, Mistress Celia pushed her cock back into Frank's ass and started fucking him like she never had before. Frank responded by thrusting back into Mistress Celia trying to get as much of her wonderful cock buried as deep into his ass as he could. He soon felt his orgasm building and when he came, he came harder than he ever had before with wave after wave of pleasure crashing though him. His vision blurred and he almost blacked out from the joy. As he started to come down from his high, he felt Mistress Celia push in hard and deep, and grab his thighs tight. Through his waning rapture, he felt Mistress Celia's cock start to pulse and shoot its load of come deep in his ass. The feeling was wonderful and launched Frank into yet another mind blowing orgasm. As he came, his sphincter began milking Mistress Celia's cock. As Frank continued to milk her with his ass, Mistress Celia collapsed on his back, and whispered in his ear, "That was wonderful for me too. I will no longer refer to you as Frannie since, Francesca, you are now a woman." 




Making Francesca Ch. 06



To be Continued...



Making Francesca Ch. 07



After the glorious sex with Mistress Celia, Frank spent the rest of that day doing housework with Justin. His mind was all awhirl. To all outside appearances, Mistress Celia seemed to be the beautiful woman he had lusted after when she was a waitress at his favorite bar, but now he knew that underneath her clothes she hid a wonderful piece of man-meat. His newfound knowledge turned his concept of shemales upside down. He had thought that all shemales were sissy men who wanted to be more like submissive women. Mistress Celia was nothing like that though. She was a strong, confident woman firmly in control of her destiny. These thoughts also led to another question. He had long assumed that Mistress Celia used Justin for more than just housework and help with training her girls, but did this mean that she also fucked Justin like she had him? He certainly had trouble focusing on his duties as these thoughts spun through his head. To make matters worse, he could not get the fantasy of kneeling before Mistress Celia and using his mouth to tenderly pleasure her superb cock. Somehow, he made it through the day and after supper headed back downstairs for his bondage training. As he was changing into his bondage ensemble, Justin came down to get him into position. As Justin was looking Frank into the stocks for evening's session, he said, "Mistress Celia told me that she revealed her secret this morning. I bet that came as quite a shock."

"Yes Sir, it did. However, it was wonderful surprise. She has such a beautiful dick, and she certainly knows how to fuck a man up his ass," Frank replied, "Her revelation did make me rethink a thing or two though."

"About what?" Justin replied

"Well Sir, before this morning, I thought that all shemales were submissives or at the very least the one the receiving end of anal sex. I had no idea that there were dominant shemales who fuck men and other shemales in the ass. It also made we wonder about your relationship with Mistress Celia," Frank said.

"I see. Yes some, if not most, shemales are as you describe, but there are also many shemale Dommes like Mistress Celia out there. As for Mistress Celia and me, we do have sex, but it's in more of a man woman way with her on the receiving end since she loves to get fucked. Occasionally though, she does treat herself to my ass, but not very often," Justin explained as he attached a 4-foot spreader bar between Frank's legs, "Now stay put while I get the Mistress."

A few minutes later Mistress Celia, followed by Justin came down to the dungeon. Tonight she was simply wearing a black leather cup-less bustier, black lace panties, and her thigh-high black leather boots. As she walked past Frank's head, he could not help but see the bulge of her cock stretching out the lace of her panties. He sincerely hoped that he would get to feel that wonderful tool invading his ass again, or maybe be allowed to suck it until Mistress Celia shot her load down his throat.

"Tonight Francesca my dear, we are going to bring together your sexual training since bondage is for more than just putting one's charges in awkward and uncomfortable positions for punishment and amusement or to display a slave for friends. Most people also enjoy the feeling of power they get from fucking a bound and total helpless slave," Mistress Celia explained, answering Frank's prayer, "Justin and I will both be fucking that sweet ass of yours and partaking of your wonderfully talented mouth. It may not be all fun and games for you though since some the positions you will be in will make being fucked downright uncomfortable. Well, let's get started. Justin you take her mouth first. I want another go at her ass."

With that Justin unzipped his pants, pulled out his semi-erect cock, stroking to full hardness before plugging it into Frank's waiting mouth. Justin then began fucking Frank's mouth. Having no control over the pace of the blow job was new to Frank, and it took him a bit to adjust. Meanwhile, Mistress Celia had pulled the butt plug out his ass and, without prelude, plunged all way into Frank's rear entrance. Once in, she began a vigorous anal reaming, driving in forcefully until her balls slapped against Frank's and then pulling back just a quickly. Mistress Celia had been right about the fun and games part Frank soon realized. He was having a little difficultly with Justin's cock as it banged into his throat over and over. Mistress Celia's ass fucking, while pleasant, was still not altogether much fun. Her thrusts were stretching his bound leg muscles almost to the point of pain and his shoulders were being shoved repeatedly into the stocks. Besides that, her quick thrusts were not doing as much to build up his orgasm as the slower fucking he had received previously. 

After about five minutes of this, Mistress Celia looked a Justin and said, "Okay, let's switch places. You really have to try fucking her ass."

Frank relished the idea of Justin's cock firmly implanted in his backside, but as much as he wanted to get Mistress Celia's cock between his lips, he was not over keen on thought that it had just been pounding away at his ass. As Mistress Celia came around to the front of the stocks he could see her rock hard cock glistening with lubricant and his anal juices. 

Mistress Celia must have seen the look on his face since she told him, "Francesca I know this may seem somewhat disgusting, but a good shemale sex slave must be willing to suck her Master's cock no matter where it has just been. Now be a good girl and open up so I can fuck that pretty face of yours."

Knowing that any refusal on his part would bring about a swift and brutal punishment the likes he had yet to endure, Frank steeled his will, hoped he would not vomit, and opened his mouth. As Mistress Celia shoved her cock into his mouth, Frank was sure he actually saw a small piece of his own shit on the head. Frank was surprised to find that the taste was not overly bad, but still it was not something he would have chosen to do on his own. With Mistress Celia fucking his mouth and Justin pounding away in his ass, he soon forgot about the taste of his rectum, and concentrated on getting the most out of being fucked at both ends. He discovered that if he pushed his hips back to meet Justin's forward thrusts, he could relieve some of the pain in his legs, which was starting get very uncomfortable. He also was soon able manage Mistress Celia's cock by opening his throat prior to her cock getting there and breathing on the out strokes. They fucked his this way for another ten minutes or so before Mistress Celia decided to put him a new position. This time he was bound on his knees with his wrists attached to his calves and his head pushed forward to the floor. Since he could not suck a cock in this position, Mistress Celia and Justin simply took their turns fucking his ass for about 10 minutes each. After that Mistress Celia put him through his paces in several other positions. Finally, Mistress Celia came deep in his ass, and told him that they where finished for the evening. By this time Frank was very sore indeed, and was longing for bed. Mistress Celia wished him a good night and went upstairs. Justin stayed around until he had used the bathroom and then locked him in his cell. Before lying down, though Frank did some stretching exercises in the hopes that maybe he would not be too stiff to move the next day.

Over the course of the next month, Frank continued his housekeeping duties and Mistress Celia and Justin fucked him in just about every way imaginable. Her favorite thing to do was to come up behind him while he was cleaning and pin him against the wall, cuffing his hands together behind his back. She would then flip up the skirt of his maid's uniform, and pull his panties down, sliding her cock into his now quite pliable and always lubricated asshole. His favorite though was when Mistress Celia would allow him to suck her cock at his pace. He adored the texture of her in his mouth and absolutely craved the taste of her come. Justin only fucked him during the evening bondage sessions, which expanded into various forms of rope bondage as well. Mistress Celia even introduced him to suspension bondage, but since she was not over fond of it, they did not do it but the once. He also learned to clean Justin's come out Mistress Celia's ass with his tongue after he had fucked her and was also called upon to use his mouth to clean up both their cocks after sex.

During this time Frank came to think of himself as man less and less. He even found himself using the female pronouns in his thoughts. This made sense to him, as every time he looked in the mirror, the person he saw was looking more and more feminine. By the end of the month his hair had grow out to the point that he could style it nicely, and he had become very adept at applying his makeup. The dieting and corsets had reduced his waist to the point that he had something of an hourglass figure and his breasts had grown to almost a B cup and were quite perky, much to his delight. One afternoon at the end of this month Mistress Celia called him into her office, something that she had never done before and offered him a seat. Frank just knew that his worst fear was about to be realized and she was going to tell him that she was sending him away to one of her clients.

"Francesca, I have come to decision regarding your fate," Mistress Celia began, eliciting a crestfallen look from him, "I am going to offer you something that I have never offered any of the other girls I've trained. I would like you to stay here as my servant."

With those words, all that was left of Frank the man fell away and Francesca Marie Isabella Harris was truly born. As tears of joy flowed down her cheeks, she replied, "Mistress Celia, I would like nothing more than to stay here with you as your servant. I love you with all my heart and soul and could not bear to be sent away."

"My, my, I had hoped you would want to stay, but I hadn't figured on quite such an emotional response," Mistress Celia said, "I want you to know that I am very pleased that you want to stay. I too have grown quite fond of you Francesca, and that is why I have decided not to send you off to one of my clients. Now that you are no longer one of my trainee girls, but rather something of a woman in your own right, some things will obviously change. For starters, you will be getting your own room. Since I just made up my mind about you this morning, your room is not yet ready. I've called a decorator friend of mine who will be coming by tomorrow to go over some design ideas, and I hope to have it ready in about a week. In the meantime, you will be staying downstairs in your cell, but I instructed Justin to outfit it with some proper furniture for you, and the door will no longer be locked at night. In addition in any spare time you have, which will be precious little due to the fact that both this house and I require a lot of looking after, you will be free to pursue your own interests. Toward that end, I've decided to allow you watch the college football championship game next week. I know that you haven't lost all of your male interests since I certainly haven't lost all of mine. Of course you will still be used toward satisfying my sexual needs any time I choose, but I know that won't be a problem for you. Unlike many Mistresses though, I do not like to share my subs overly much, but there are a couple of friends who I do share with. However these are wonderful people and know that you like to serve them as well. Later this evening, Justin will go over the rules of the house that haven't already learned yet. Now you have work to young lady, so I won't keep you from it any longer."

Mistress Celia then rose from her desk and walked Francesca to the door. As she was leaving, Mistress Celia said, "I also know Justin is also quite fond of you, but that doesn't give you two free reign to go doing it all over the place. Remember, I'm still in charge of the sex around here," winked, patted her on the butt.

About six months later Francesca was still on her high from being allowed to stay with Mistress Celia. Her room had been decorated in a wonderfully feminine way that she just loved. Her breasts had become full a B cup and Mistress Celia decided that they were big enough and placed her on an oral maintenance dose of hormones that was would not interfere with her cock. In fact she could feel life coming back into it, as it was able to get semi erect during sex. Overall life with Mistress Celia was all she had hoped for and more. That morning Mistress Celia had given her a big treat, and as she opened the basement door to see about her new duty, Mistress Celia stopped her and asked if she was ready. Answering to the affirmative, Francesca stepped through the doorway to receive her treat. Today she was not wearing her standard maid's uniform, but rather a smart gray business suit with an A-line skirt that did not quite cover her knees, and black pumps with 4-inch heels. Her hair was now long enough to pull it back into a short ponytail that she though was rather sexy, and she wore light day makeup.

At the bottom of the stairs, she turned and saw her charge for the first time. Several days ago, Justin had brought in Mistress Celia's latest project and he was chained to the wall just as she had been nearly nine months ago. The sight brought memories flooding back, but she quickly gathered her thoughts and set about her task. Mistress Celia had entrusted her to handle the new girl's introduction to his fate since Justin had woken with a cold that morning and Mistress Celia did not want the new girl to get sick at the beginning of his training. She walked over to him and injected something to bring him around, and settled down in a chair to wait for it to take effect. As she sat there, Francesca though about what was in store for this one. He was a special order for a very wealth and very kinky English lord. While he was of course to be turned into a shemale, that was Mistress Celia's specialty after all, this particular one had much more in store. The English lord who placed the order prided himself on his stable of pony-boys and pony-girls. However of late he was getting frustrated with his randy "stallions" trying to mate with his "mares" so he wanted a shemale pony-girl his pony-boys could mount without any worry of pregnancy. Francesca hoped that Mistress Celia would allow her to help out with the training even more since she was something of an accomplished equestrian from her former life and had helped break a few horses for riding one summer in college at a dude ranch.

A low moan alerted Francesca that the new girl was coming around, so she stood up, smoothed her skirt, and walked over to him. As he became aware of his surroundings, she grabbed him by the chin, locked gazes and said, "Hello, I'm Francesca and let me be the first to welcome you to your new life..."

THE END

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