That Look In Her Eyes

A fun and sexy tale of a man becoming the sissy boy toy for his Lady. A Lady who he loves and trusts to transform him into her submissive sexy little sissy. To get there he submits to his Lady and she uses drugs, hormones, some minor surgical additions, the overwhelming power of her love and of her dominance to create the sissy boy toy they both want him to be. 

 She had that look in her eyes again. I like that look. She was hot, right on the edge, and so very powerful. I like that. Especially right now.

I’m strapped down, again, and loving it. Again. We’ve been working up to this moment for hours now. Well, months really, but that’s counting everything. Tonight though, it has been just a few hours. Yeah, "just" a few hours. I’m sore in a bunch of places from "just" those few hours but I love that too. We both do.

Right now though, we’ve worked up to that point where we’re both ready to peak out. I’m strapped down to the exam table, strapped down so well I can but hardly move a muscle. Well, some muscles I can move. She likes that. That’s why she has me strapped down in this particular way. I like that too.

She’s straddling me and impaled on me. She’s been riding me for a while now. Through several wonderfully deep climaxes. Her climaxes, of course. It’s been all I can do not to cum before this. She works me so well and I love pleasing her so that it really turns me on. That she’s also doing all sorts of other things at the same time turns me on even more. Her too.

I’m so turned on, in fact, that the way my fishnets are biting into my skin doesn’t bother me now. Nor the way my feet are screaming from all the walking around in these fetish heels I’ve been doing all these days. Today especially. In preparation for this moment she’s had me in particularly severe fetish heels all day. We both love how they look but those things are absolute hell on my poor feet! Oh well, the price of beauty I guess. Right now all I can think of is how sexy my feet look in the five inch stiletto heels even as my feet are strapped to the sides of the exam table and out of sight.

She hiked up my little skirt and pulled my panties aside to get at my cock and balls. She released them from their cage earlier tonight. I appreciated the freedom, sort of. Truth be told, I like the tension and her control even more than I like having my cock and balls swinging free. I paid for that freedom though. She can be very wicked when it comes to torturing my poor cock and balls. It’s the sort of torture and pain that makes my cock stand straight out and drool I like it so much.

She rocks forward on my cock and leans into me, making me gasp for breath in my corset. She’s laced it tighter than usual and I love that constricting feeling such lacing gives. My waist is coming along nicely from all the corseting we’ve been doing these past many months. I’ve come to enjoy the corset so much I’d feel naked without one laced on me each day. I’ve so many corsets now, especially as I’ve trained down such that my first ones no longer fit me!

I writhe underneath her as she rocks back and forth on my cock, trapped deep inside her wet pussy. I can feel her wetness as it soaks down around my cock and onto my balls, causing my panties to get all sticky. She runs her hands up and down my arms. My opera length gloves feel so sexy under her touch and also under her bonds as she’s shackled my arms to the sides of the table as well.

Then she runs her hands up around my chest. Runs her hands lightly there. Oh-so-lightly. That is torture for me and she knows it. First off she’s been working my chest all this night. Aside from torturing my poor cock and balls, working my chest is her second most favorite pastime. Mine too. Straps, paddles, her bare hands, the suction cup machine, and, of course, the nipple clamps. All sorts of nipple clamps. Months of this sort of work would have caused my nipples to enlarge all by itself. With the hormones I’ve been on though, my nipples and my "titties" have gotten far bigger.

It’s been a light dose. Slowly taken and professionally prescribed. We’re not being stupid here. Sure, the slowness of it all has been frustrating but we’d both rather deal with that then rushing things and frying my liver. Or worse. So, we’ve made a nice game of it and made nipple torture and chest abuse one of our highlights. Yeah, lucky me! Actually, I am lucky. Very lucky and I know it.

Aside from being sexy as hell, fun, intelligent, and kinky, she is also understanding. Not just understanding in general but understanding of my particular fetish. I was overjoyed when I found she shared my feminization fantasies. Not just dressing me up, but wanting to change me as well. No, not cut my dick off. There are a lot of bitches out there who’d gladly do that to any man. No, this one wanted to feminize me. Slowly, on her terms, and at her service. The end result, and we talk about this constantly, wouldn’t be some neutered "thing" but a feminized man – a woman to all outward appearance save but for the "bits." That and a devoted house slave and lady’s sissy. It’s always a rush for me when I think of this. By the look in her eyes right now, it is a rush for her too.

She’s riding me like a bronco now. Or perhaps a "pretty pony" what, with my laces and frills and all. My hair has grown out and my make-up is damn near perfect. It should be, she’s taught me well enough and I’ve been practicing long enough. Well, maybe my make-up isn’t perfect now. It was when we started the evening but we’ve been going at it long enough and hard enough that I’m sure its showing the wear! I can still taste the remnants of my lipstick and the cherry flavored gloss she put on – several times did she put it on only to wipe off kissing me!

Speaking of which, that’s what she’s doing now. Her sweet lips pressing against mine. I love that. I open my mouth and submit to her. Her tongue pushes in, hard. Just like a cock and I surrender to it. As she controls me with her kiss her hands run all over my chest, cupping my budding titties, until they finally find my nipples. Even through the power of her kiss I whimper. My nipples are so sore! And they’re so sensitive from everything. She’ll have none of it though! Nothing crude or sudden, just a firm, powerful, controlling, and dominating grip as she clamps down on my nipples with her fingers. The pain is excruciating and wonderful all at the same time. I melt into her and feel the rush of my submission to her. My cock, even through the agony, gets all the harder. She picks up her grinding. She can tell I’m very close.

Breaking away her kiss, she leans back and looks me in the eyes.

"Well, my pretty, are you ready?" she asks.

It takes me a second or two to focus enough to answer her, the pain, the pleasure, and the heat of the moment is that intense.

"Yes, M’Lady, I am" I finally respond.

She smiles. I can tell she’s close again too.

"Good." she says "So am I." She lets go of my nipples and I convulse at the sudden rush of blood into them and sensation that causes.

"This is going to be so good" she continues, as she reaches over to the IV drip. We had to take care in getting me all set up such that our frolicking wouldn’t knock anything over or pull anything out. "You’re going to be such a sweet little sissy when we’re done! Oh that makes me so wet!"

I am so close and turned on by this I can’t trust myself to talk right now. She can tell from the look in my eyes though. She knows.

"Alright, my sissy boy, here it comes! I’m going to change you. Change you into my little sissy boy! Damn! I love you! I love you for all this. For giving yourself to me so totally. You are mine, all mine my sissy boy. And I’m going to reward you for all that hard work. Here it comes, girly boy. Yes, here it comes!"

With that, she presses the plunger of the hypodermic we’d already stuck into the IV line. More hormones, of course, and a nice sedative. The hypnotic conditioning we’d been working with had turned us both on and had also worked wonders. Now it was time to take it up a notch. Or two or three. And this was it.

As the drug coursed its way into me I could feel its heat. Oh, how I was looking forward to this ride! I was already prepared to do just about anything she asked me but now, now I’d be even more willing. This was going to be the culmination of years of fantasizing. And we knew how much that meant to the two of us. She was someone I trusted enough to do this with and she knew how much that meant. That I could trust her said a lot about her. Pumped up full of drugs like this I would be completely at her control. She was going to remold me, remake me, reshape me, and create the sissy boy toy of her fantasies and mine. I’d be floating for the next week or two under the drugs and everything else so that trust was vital.

We already had the tapes cued and the earphones ready. I just had to be in the proper "mood" for it all to work. And I was pretty damn close to being in that mood exactly.

As she pressed that plunger home, she began to grind onto my cock all the harder. This turned her on too.

"Yes, pussy boy, its all in now. All in. Yes, that feels so good doesn’t it! Yes, pussy boy, you can cum now! That’s it darling, that’s it lover boy, cum for me. Cum for me now!"

My head was spinning already as I began bucking up into her to meet her thrusts down onto my cock. As I pushed up I could feel the butt plug in my rub against my prostate and that began to send me over. Damn! This was IT! This was wonderful. This was glorious! This was what I wanted! Yes!

My breath was coming in gasps and my hips were almost a blur as I thrust into her. She just looked down at me and into my eyes. Into my soul. She had that look in her eyes. I love that. "Mine. All mine. Mine to play with. Mine to reshape. Mine to make into a perfect little sissy boy. Mine." She began to chant that. "Mine. Mine. Mine…" as a mantra. It sent us both over.

My climax was huge. It was blinding. I was ecstatic. I roared. I cried. The tears were flowing freely down my cheeks. Tears of release and tears of joy.

Her climax was deep. Her pussy clenched tight onto my cock as soon as she felt me cumming inside her. She screamed and howled like some fierce predator, fresh at her prey. Her climax just added to mine. We both joined in some magical bliss for those moments. A sweet bit of eternity that was over all too soon.

She collapsed against me and we both lay there in our bliss. Soon, she was kissing me again. Devouring me again. I yielded to her. Again. We nuzzled like that for some time. No rush. I wasn’t going anywhere. Why would I want to? This was paradise right here!

Eventually, she pulled herself back upright. Pulled herself back into the rest of our world. I was beginning to really float around from the drug. Perfect timing.

"Oh my pussy boy, that was so good. You know what to do" she said as she slowly pulled herself off of me. Taking care not to knock anything around, she got off of me and the table as if she’d dismounted from a horse. Deftly she walked over to my head and stepped up on the platform behind me. Grabbing hold of the bars overhead, she soon was straddling my head and she settled down on my face. We’d set this up many times before so her pussy was just in the right spot for my mouth to get at it. Even through the increasing haze the drug had me in I still was able to do what I so loved to do – lick My Lady clean.

She pressed herself down onto my face and I drove my tongue into her pussy as deeply as I could. I tasted my cum there and her juices there. I loved the taste of both and this was a moment in our lovemaking I always enjoyed. For her part, she decided I been good enough this time to reward me by leaning forward until she could take my cock in her mouth. As I cleaned her, she cleaned me. There are times this sort of stimulation has been almost torture for me the pleasure is so intense. Tonight though, I was so far gone I just lost myself in it all. Soon enough though, she was done with my cock and balls. I felt her pulling my panties back in place and then she pulled herself up and off my face. She wasn’t gone for long though, as she simply turned herself around and remounted my face, this time with her clit in the perfect spot. My tongue soon found it and I lapped at it just as hungrily. In short order I felt her lacing her fingers into my hair as she climaxed yet again. Her pulsing shot even more of her juices into my mouth and cleared the last of mine from within her. Reluctantly, she pulled herself off of me once more.

I could hear her get down off of the platform and could tell who well done she was by how unsteady her steps were. That made me happy I’d pleased my lady so well.

She came around to the side of the table and laid herself on me as she stood there. We didn’t say anything to each other. We didn’t need to. We just looked into each other’s eyes and saw the look there we both knew. She checked the IV drip and then roused herself to do the rest. With just a few motions, she’d unsnapped my corset so I was now free to breath as deeply as needed. That rush of fresh air made my head swim all the more.

She pulled my panties aside again, only this time she slipped a catheter down inside my cock as opposed to her lips down the outside of it. Assured that was properly in place, she then put the headphones on my ears and then turned on the tape. Well, she cued the program actually. Nothing so archaic as a tape recorder. The headphones were tied into the computer along with a stack of CD’s we’d made and had those all cued up as well. She leaned forward, looked into my soul again, smiled, and then placed the visor over my eyes. The pulsing lights were all part of the program. I felt her working on the IV again and I soon felt another rush through the line as she administered more of the drug. That’s when I really began to drift off. Drift off into bliss.

The next few days all blended together for me. I had no way of telling day from night or hour from hour. It was just one long blissful period of floating along. She would occasionally bring me up and almost out of the haze. Just far enough up and out to check that everything was working fine. I know she upped the hormones and changed their mix to the next level. I also know, because we’d both worked on this plan, that she was using the breast pump on me again and again to help things along. That butt plug was removed and replaced with a dildo on a succession of times and with a succession of ever larger dildoes.

At one point, she brought me around enough that I could vaguely discern what was going on around me. That was when she’d brought Steve over. We both liked Steve. He was just as kinky as the two of us and he was nicely hung to boot. I floated along as he put my legs up into the table’s stirrups and removed the dildo only to replace the emptiness with his cock. His fucking me was wonderful. But then, it always is. My Lady then got into things by straddling my face again. The cum I could taste wasn’t mine so it must have been his from earlier on. I like it when they do that.

Another time when she brought me around I could tell I’d been moved from our house and were at the clinic. She was holding my hands and smiling down at me. I just looked up at her and smiled. This was another big moment. I vaguely recall turning my head and smiling at the doctor. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was saying but I already knew the game plan. My Lady and I had already selected the right size and shape of the implants we both wanted for me and this was the time I was going to get them. Then I felt that familiar heat running through the IV and I drifted off again, this time with a big smile knowing I’d have something more than just "titties" once I awoke.

My Lady kept me out for another few days after that. The messages through the earphones and the images through the visor kept coming. So too did her playing with my cock or using the dildo (or her strap-on) on me in time with the "programming" that was playing into my drugged mind. We had both talked very frankly about that. We were both turned on by the idea of her programming me this way but we also knew I was already so devoted to her and so submissive to her that it would be a hard thing to find any way to "program" me even further. But we both were too drawn to the idea not to try. Besides, making those recordings was fun and turned us both on to no end.

Finally, though, it all came time to come back. It was like peeling away layers of gauze obscuring my vision as she stopped administering the drugs and as I metabolized off their remnants. Eventually though, I began to come out of it all. She was there, waiting for me.

"Ah, awake at last. Well, my sissy, it’s about time!" she chided me, lovingly. She helped me sit upright and gently cradled my head to her chest. Then she put a glass of water to my lips and I drank thirstily but weakly. I must have drifted back off again for when I opened my eyes again she was in a different position and in a different outfit; a nice professional length skirt, four inch heels slipped over smokey black nylons (never pantyhose!) and a crisp white satin blouse which was nicely filled by her ample endowment. She looked like some very sexy executress and was fully in charge. As always.

"Alright my pussy boy, time to rise and shine!" she said. I pulled myself up, slowly, and awkwardly. Everything felt odd. Tired, stiff, and a bit sore. As I sat upright I felt something very odd moving with me. Then I realized what it was – my new breasts! She smiled as she quickly figured out what I was thinking.

"I think they should be healed up enough now that the swelling’s gone down and the bruising faded such that you can clearly see them. I know you want that." She was right, I did.

Slowly I swung my legs onto the floor and began putting weight on them. Everything felt very strange and very difficult. I was eager though. I wanted to see the new me.

She held my arm to steady me as I slowly stood up onto my own two feet. I was a bit unsteady and it felt like someone was pulling me down by the chest. This was going to take some getting used to! Slowly though, I straightened up and, with her help, walked over to the full length mirror. I liked what I saw.

Yes, my hair was a mess and I wasn’t wearing make-up. I also looked tired even though I’d been in bed for all these days. First thing I noticed though were my tits. Gone were the "titties" from when I started. Now I had a beautiful set of full size tits! Nice ripe ones. The weren’t the biggest things but they were big enough. And wonderfully shaped too. The surgeon we picked was very good at that. The shape of the implants and the work he’d done putting them in gave them a wonderfully natural drape. They fit on my chest in a very natural fashion. I was grateful for that. The last thing I wanted was a boob job that wound up looking like a grapefruit had been cut in half and then glued to my chest. These looked great. And they looked sexy as hell. My hands were quickly on them. Hers too!

The sensations were wonderful as well! We’d taken care about that also. We’d both asked the surgeon about that and chosen him due to the care he would take not to cut any of the nerves to the nipples themselves and do just minimal damage otherwise. It showed. My skin was stretched out over the implants so that helped the sensitivity there. My nipples though, those were still wired and just the lightest touch set them afire. My Lady smiled and laughed at that.

"I knew those still worked! While you were recovering, I couldn’t help myself, your tits were so gorgeous and it seemed wrong to leave those beautiful nipples just standing there without any attention. So, I would play with them from time to time. I think that was on one of the programming CD’s as well. Even while drugged out you still liked having your nipples played with and your tits stroked. I can see now that the drugs are worn off you like it all even more!" she said, looking down at my hardening cock.

I blushed a bit and reveled in the sensations. Breaking away from looking at her I looked back in the mirror again as I worked my tits more intensely. The sensations were awesome. I also began taking in the whole of me as I saw myself in the mirror. My being under and bedridden for so long had other effects as well. Once again, My Lady read my thoughts.

"You’ve been under for about three weeks now. Yes, three. I added the extra time to help you recover from the implants without any issues. The liquid diet worked as we planned, you’ve shed an extra fifteen pounds. Also, the corseting continued and you’ve gotten an even sharper waist now. You probably notice a bit of puffiness in your face. That’s from the increased hormones. That should subside once you reach a more stable point with the meds."

"I see that those hormones haven’t been too strong now have they?" she purred as she continued running her hands all over my body and noted my cock getting harder. I was grateful for that as well. As much as I wanted to be feminized and have her take complete control of my sex I still wanted to be able to function down there. Yes, I know, having it all. Well, too bad, I do want to have it all. So, we took care in what we were about and part of that was taking the right type of hormones in the right manner. As I wasn’t aiming to transition, we could get away with this. Most likely. We weren’t sure of it so it was relief to find we weren’t wrong. True, I probably wouldn’t get as hard as often or as long as I once did but that was fine too.

My Lady enjoyed taking me inside her but never needed me to "plow her with my man meat." No, she liked having me all bound up and using me like some big human dildo and could readily climax from just the penetration. In turn, I truly loved being used that way and could easily come from that alone. Thinking all this was having quite the effect. I did mind my manners though.

I turned to My Lady, my Mistress, and my "creator." Taking her hands in mine, I looked her in the eyes, and said "Thank you. This is wonderful. This is all I could have dreamed of. Thank you!"

She pulled me to her and embraced me hard. "I am so glad you like it. I’m so glad I found you. I’m so glad you would do this for me" she said as she brought my lips to hers. We kissed. Another one of those wonderful, deep, passionate, controlling and dominating kisses. I melted in her arms and yielded to her power as she dominated me with just that kiss alone.

Breaking off, she laughed and said "You’re so much slimmer now I can’t wait to go shopping with your for new outfits!"

I smiled at this too as I then began working my way down before her. Soon I was on my knees looking up at her. She was so powerful. So gorgeous. So strong. I began to cry. "M’Lady, thank you! Thank you!" She smiled as I bent down and began kissing her feet through her high heels. All the while thanking her.

"Yes, pussy boy. That’s it. I’ve remade you. Made you into what I want you to be. Remade you into what you want to be. You’re my little sissy now. My feminized little sissy boy toy. That’s it. You should be thankful. Very thankful. In fact, why don’t you try thanking me a little further up?"

With that I began to work my kisses up her legs, savoring the feel of her nylons against my face as I lavished kisses along her shapely calves and thighs. Finally, I was at a place I loved so much to be at. She had hiked up her skirt and now her pussy was glistening right before me. She was as turned on as I was. I could see that from how engorged her lips were and how wet it all was. I didn’t waste much time savoring the view for my lips were soon on hers and my tongue was hard at work as well. From the way she was soon moaning and grinding her pussy into my face I could tell that I hadn’t forgotten much in all the time I’d been in bed.

"Oh pussy boy that feels so good! I’ve missed that tongue of yours!" she moaned as I licked at her. Her juices tasted even sweeter than I remembered. In fact, her juices tasted heavenly. I couldn’t believe how my mouth lit up with her juices on my tongue and lips. I’d always liked the way she tasted but this was something else!

"You like what you’re tasting, pussy boy?" she said. "Tastes heavenly, doesn’t it? Tastes like something you have to have, doesn’t it? My juices pussy boy, it’s something you crave, don’t you? Uhhh… yesss… that’s right pussy boy, you crave my juices and you always want your little tongue on my pussy, don’t you? Yess… that’s good pussy boy. That’s good."

She reached down, threaded her hands through my long hair and pulled me off of her beautiful pussy. "Look at me pussy boy. Look at me! I see that part of the conditioning has worked. Yes, I inserted that. Part of the programming dear. I know you liked licking me down there to begin with so I built on that. Now you positively crave my juices. Yes, nice touch, eh? You’ll do just about anything to get them too. In fact, I think you’d be in pain if I denied you even so much as just a taste each day" she smiled wickedly. There was that look in her eyes again. Very predatory and domineering. Damn, I like that!

With that she brought my face back to her wetness and I happily began licking again, savoring every second of tasting her.

"Alright pussy boy, now for another test" she said. "Pussy boy, Command: Freeze and Open" she said in a strong voice. I felt a rush roll through me that made me shudder. I also felt compelled to stop moving. Stop everything. Even as much as I wanted to keep licking – even as much as I needed to keep licking – I stopped that too. That was hard. So too was my cock. And my nipples.

She stepped back and noted it all, including my slack jaw. Without her pussy against it, my face felt cold from the air. "Yes, that looks about right too. Perfectly pliable. My little sissy boy toy" she said as she began pacing around me, her heels making a delightful clicking sound with each step on the hard floor. Finally, she was before me once again. "Pussy boy, Command: Nectar" she said, and with that I moaned as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the front of her pussy. She laced her fingers into my hair and held me fast.

It was all I could do to keep my tongue from going wild on her clit. I knew her clit was right there within inches of my tongue and so too were all of her wonderful pussy juices. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t – I wouldn’t – move. Instead, I lost myself in the power of her commands and of her conditioning. I just clamped my mouth around her lips and made sure that there were no gaps to let anything out. Then I waited. I didn’t have long to wait. I felt her twitch and then I tasted the first trickle. A trickle which soon became a torrent. At least so it seemed to me.

Her golden nectar, her piss, flowed from her and into me. She was using me as her personal toilet. We’d both already loved doing this but now she had escalated it and programmed it even more deeply into me. I loved that. Such power she had over me. I loved that too. Everything within me was afire as she used me this way. My cock felt like it would explode at any second and my nipples on my new breasts felt like they would burn off at any second they were tingling so much.

All too soon though, it was over. My Lady had to steady herself on me as she too was caught up in this moment. She once again spoke to me in that powerful voice; "Pussy boy, Command: Freeze" and she pulled back from my lips. Taking a minute to compose herself, she then stepped over to the bed. "Pussy boy, Command: Sybian. Here" she said, pointing to the bed. At that, I knew what I needed to do and I scrambled to it. Quickly I was back on that bed, on my back, my hands at my sides, legs together, and cock straight up in the air. My Lady wasted no time. She quickly got onto the bed with me and just as quickly sank down onto my cock. I moaned with pleasure.

"Yes, pussy boy, it looks like all that conditioning is paying off. You may undress me pussy boy" she purred. At that I hastily, but smoothly, began unbuttoning her blouse and free her beautiful breasts. They were bigger than mine, as was only right, and I truly relished them. As I was undressing her she began to play with my new breasts. That was driving me out of my mind and she knew it.

"What’s wrong, pussy boy, is this too much for you" said cooed as she stroked my nipples wickedly. "Well, I can fix that too! Pussy boy, Command: Steel." With that I felt something change inside me. The sensations were still wonderful but there was suddenly no longer an edge to them. I was very, very turned on but I felt that I was no longer so close to climaxing. She rocked back and forth on my cock, giggled a bit, and said "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! You can’t cum now pussy boy. At least you shouldn’t be able to. We’ll see how much it would take for you to lose it but right now, honey, you’re going to stay just as hard as I want you to until I say otherwise. Umm…. and I’m not going to be saying otherwise for some time to come. I’ve missed your cock inside of me pussy boy. I like how it feels. I love controlling you this way. You always were a wonderful submissive to me, now you’re all the more so. My little pussy boy."

She leaned forward and began kissing me again as she fucked herself on my cock and ran her hands all over my breasts. I was in heaven. We both were.

We romped like that for a very long time that day. Eventually, she decided she’d had enough climaxes for one afternoon to make up for all the ones I couldn’t have given her while she’d been working on me. She also decided to let me have my first climax since I’d been "reborn" as well. By this time, we’d changed positions a few time but she was now back atop me and had wrapped her sweet pussy around my cock once again.

"Good pussy boy. You’re such a sweet sissy now" she said, her voice heavy from all the climaxes she just rode through on me, "I think I’ll show you another bit of the programming. You deserve it, sissy." She had that look in her eyes again. "Pussy boy, Command: Sissy Show" she said.

Suddenly, everything that had simply been pleasurable turned into ecstatic. Everything lit up. Everything became wonderfully intense. Almost immediately, I was right at the edge again. She didn’t even have to move. She just smiled, squeezed her pussy tighter onto my cock and then began to stroke my nipples once more.

"Pussy boy, Command: Speak For Me!" she said.

At this I felt a deep release and began speaking thoughts that were deep in my mind. "My Lady, I am your sissy. I am your pussy boy. Thank you for transforming me into your sissy boy toy. Thank you M’Lady. I am yours to command. Please use me M’Lady. Please let me please you." I said as it was indeed my most heartfelt desire.

"Yes, you are my pussy boy. You’re all mine. Mine to reshape. Mine to play with. Mine to use. You’re my sissy boy toy. My feminized missy slave. Yes, that’s it. Pussy boy, Command: Show Your Lady!"

At that something else happened. If everything felt ecstatic before her new command it felt beyond ecstatic now. This pushed me right over the edge. To say that I climaxed at that moment wouldn’t do justice to the feelings. It was one of the more intense pleasures I’ve ever had. And it seemed to go on forever. Even through the haze of the ecstasy I could feel her reaching another climax of her own.

We eventually floated down from that high together. She was snuggled atop of me with her head resting on one of my new breasts while she had one of her hands wrapped around my other breast. This was a position we’d come to find ourselves in many a time from then on. It was wonderful.

It has also been two years now since that first climax after my "rebirth." We still had a lot more work to do on me and that was also fun. I’m living full time now as her servant. I am her sissy maid and personal attendant. A sexy submissive female in every outward appearance. My breasts have filled out a bit from the hormones and so too has the rest of my body. The diets, exercise, and corseting also helps with that. We’ve greatly expanded my wardrobe and I enjoy the daily quandary of what to wear for her. Usually though, it’s something fetish related. At least during working hours. I get a real kick out of that.

I help her with her clients. She works as a pro domme and always has a stable of men seeking to be under her heel or lash. I play the part of the submissive female slave to my mistress as I help her in some of the sessions with these men. That and run her house for her. As you might guess, when it comes to the business aspect I am submissive only to her. I may be respectful (actually, of course I’m respectful) to the other mistresses who are part of the house, but I am the one in charge of the financial operations and the general running of the house. It has turned a tidy sum for all of us that way. Occasionally, for a select few of her clients, she well involve me as something more than just submissive female bimbo. My Lady doesn’t do feminization play with her clients. She keeps that apart as it keeps it special and keeps it just between us. We both like it better that way. So, she will occasionally bring me in with a client and use me as something of a demonstration of her dominance. The commands we’ve developed and she’s programmed into me have only grown and deepened over time. That and how well my feminization has come along is more than enough to keep those unruly clients in line. Most of them become rather terrified that she might do to them what she has so successfully done to me. The fools. As if they could ever be so lucky! They also don’t know the half of what they’re missing.

Also on occasion she’ll throw little private parties. Sometimes with the other mistresses but more often with her other friends. Steve is usually there. He and I have gotten much more intimate since My Lady has transformed me (I wouldn’t have thought it were possible to get more so but, somehow, we have.) He really likes the new breasts. He also likes how much more pliable I am now that My Lady has programmed me and shared some of the command phrases with him. Those parties can be a lot of fun. So too can be the ones where I am serving several of My Lady’s other friends at once. I’m always so sore the days after those parties. Sore in such a good way though.

I can usually tell when such a party is coming up. That’s when My Lady gets that look in her eyes again…

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