One of the encounters I had got into some mutual fantasies and that spurred this little story.
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A sissy sextoy would make such a lovely gift. And being a sissy sextoy is such a lovely
gift as well. Combine the two and…
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The Gift
I shift my weight around again. I'm not uncomfortable in this position but
nor am I comfortable either. I wish I
could see what was going on around me.
Or hear what was going on. The
only thing I can see are the images being played on the goggles strapped over
my eyes. The only thing I can hear is
the voice of my master.
The images are of beautiful cocks and handsome men and
beautiful tgurls pleasing those cocks and those men. Over and over and over. My master's picture is among the images. My picture is among the images. There are too many other men included for me
to pick out any single one for me to figure him as my man for this time. There are women in the images to. Women being served by beautiful tgurls,
beautiful sissies, beautiful shemales.
I'm in those images to. I'm also
in the images of the tgurls serving all those sexy shemales as well. All about service. All about submission.
The headphones covering my ears are telling me that. "Submit," "Serve,"
"Pleasure Your Superiors" my Master keeps telling me. His voice is so wonderful. So powerful.
So commanding. So dominant. Just hearing him speak turns me on. Knowing that in my pleasing others I will be
pleasing him turns me on as well.
I yearn for my trip to be over soon. Over so that I am "delivered." Over so that my Master's "gift" is
received. For that is what I am now - a
gift. A gift all nicely packaged and
ready to be received by whomever my Master has given me to.
It has been a while getting me to this point.
My Master has helped me so much. My body has been reshaped. I'm all smooth and curvy and soft and
feminine now. Fair skinned and hairless
from my thinned and arched eyebrows all the way down to my painted
toenails. Not a hair down there is
left. All smooth and silky and
satiny. No tan lines either. All rather pale and feminine. Whether I stay that way or become a bronzed
beauty is not up to me. What ever
pleases my new owner is what it will be.
My nipples harden at that thought.
Pleasing my new owner.
Sighing around the long hollowed cock shaped gag deep in my
throat, I shift again and try to rub myself more on the long hollowed dildo
placed deep in my rear. I'm impaled on
both ends and love it. It's only because
I'm also securely strapped in that I can't rub myself on that dildo to the
point I climax. As it is, the fullness
of it and the utter subjugation of my position turns me on terribly. My feminized cock can only ooze more of its
watery precum in response.
Positioned carefully and securely, hooked around the base of
my small and always soft cock and my much reduced testes, the sleeve
encompassing my girly cock collects that precum as it flows. I know that when I have to void my bladder it
will collect that to. This has been no
short delivery. I'm too securely rigged
in my container here. For all I know, I
could just be getting driven around a bit to disorient me and wind up just
across the street from my Master's house.
Or, I could headed off across the oceans to some foreign land.
My mind wanders at the possibilities as the images of cocks
and dominant men and pussies and dominant women and cocks and dominant shemales
and of me serving them all in my feminized state continues to flash before my
eyes. Perhaps I'll wind up in some wealthy
man's country estate mansion back east.
A sex toy sissy for his upper class deviant guests. Perhaps I'll be delivered to some kinky
downtown bordello to work as a tgurl whore.
Maybe I'll be delivered to be some powerful man's arm candy trophy wife.
Or maybe the body servant of some
powerful businesswoman who's tired of dealing with men who only want her
money. My mind reels at the possibility
of becoming part of some Arab prince's harem.
Such a stereotypical fantasy but I linger in it for a while imagining I
can feel the desert heat upon my sensitive flesh already.
I float on this way for some time. I'm roused from my dreamlike state by my
Master's voice and a buzzing in the background.
More awake, I realize he's telling me to drink. To submit to the fluid soon to come through
the cock gag. I squeeze my hands in
response and soon I feel the liquid sloshing down into me. I've no idea what it is. The gag's opening is to far back in my throat
for me to taste. It could be just water
or perhaps some nutrient mix or what ever.
The only control I have over any of this is signaling I'm aware enough
to receive it. Gagging or choking would
not be good in this position. Shortly, I
begin to feel that familiar warmth begin to spread through me. I feel my girly cock pulse at this. I know that there must've been something in
what ever that liquid was even as it refreshed me. I know I'll soon be floating even deeper in
my dreamstate and that I'll be even more receptive to what ever images are
flashing before my eyes and what ever messages my Master is speaking deeper
into my mind. I drift off happily at
this realization.
Later, how much later I know not, I become more aware of my
situation again. The soft and smooth
padding encasing me. The lack of pressure
points upon my flesh as I am encased in my container. In my gift box. The images of beautiful tgurl submission are
still flashing before me. The messages
of beautiful sissy submission are still speaking into my mind. The cock gag is still deep in my throat. The dildo still deep in my rear. I am still encased and waiting to be
delivered to my new owner.
"Ohhhh...." I sigh again around the dildo, "my new
owner..." And, eventually, the
cycle repeats. I drift off lightly into
a submissive haze of bliss only to be slightly roused to be ready to receive
more fluids. The liquid flows into me
and I drift deeper. The only thing I
notice different from these cycles is that the tgurls in the images now all
seem to have bigger breasts. Or maybe
they don't. It's so hard to tell as I
drift along through cycle after cycle of images of voices of drinking the
liquids. My pleasure is always
there. Never peaking, never going away.
A new sensation awakens me.
A vague feeling of sudden sharpness in one of my taut and femininely
curved ass cheeks. Quickly, I become
aware of something new - pressure. I
feel pressure on my body. On my knees. On my hip bones. On my stomach. On my ribs.
On my breasts. On my face. My mind swirls. I shift my weight and realize I can actually
move more than fractions of an inch. I
realize I'm laying on my stomach. That
the pressure I feel is that of my own body's being on the floor on my stomach. I struggle to clear my mind and focus my
eyes. A distant part of my mind is
pondering why my vision is so clear and not clouded or hindered by the lights
being too bright or too dim.
All of that is washed away by the image before me. My heart leaps at what I see. Sitting there, regally, before me, with a
possessive and wicked smile is my new owner.
Suddenly, helplessly, gloriously, I feel my climax wash over me! My new owner!
Finally! My feminized, girlish
voice, rises in a nearly strangled moan as the ecstasy explodes through
me. My girly cock tingles and I feel the
all to familiar wet spot form around it.
My new owner. I have
been delivered to my new owner. Oh...
yes....
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