Forced

 

And The Best Part Of It All...

 

Ritual

 

Punishment

 

Gallant Monster

 

Silly But Worth It

 

A Proper Greeting

 

This Is What You Want

 

The Best Gurl You Can Be

 

Nerves

 

The Dance

 

Parade

 

Therapy - Part 6

 Therapy - Part 6

Shelly's Therapy to cure her of her crossdressing compulsions continues and now expands! She's done so well with her Special Encounter Therapy sessions that Dr. Wilson declares her ready for even more! Shelly is intent on proving that she is a normal, straight, heterosexual man and not some homo and is determined to obey her doctor! And being cured of her crossdressing is what they're both after, right?

Part 6

I really tested myself that weekend.  I dolled up from one outfit to the next and tried one hairstyle after the next and did my face up pretty in one way after another and left myself gaping from all the toys I had up my sissy pussy.  Through it all though, I took care to stick to my special diet that Dr. Wilson – my wonderful Doctor Wilson – had prescribed to me.  That and do all the in-home exercises in time to the special fitness CDs he prescribed as well.

 

Those were super fun!  Getting ready for those meant entirely different outfits!  I really like the 80s disco bunny “vibe” of the spandex tights and leggings and even the way the midriff baring top fit.  I liked to pretend it was a sports bra keeping my gorgeous titties in place.  But it was just a midriff sort of cutoff tank top thing in hot yellow with another one in hot pink.  They were absolutely normal things for guys to wear when they still had some flesh to work off on their chests.  The sweat bands for my head and wrists just completed the look.

 

Kiss

 

The Gift

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…

(This is a quick little fantasy piece I wrote some years ago as an actual gift to an individual I'd chatted with. We both "met" online in the Second Life online virtual world where we shared our TG transformation fantasies.)

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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.  

Therapy Part 3

 Dr. Wilson's cross dressing therapy treatment continues! Shelly, our favorite patient in the first two installments, relates how her therapy treatments have not only progressed but have gotten so advanced that she's now ready for her first first Special Encounter Therapy session!

My therapy to treat my cross dressing problem was working.  Well, more accurately, it was therapy to help me address my sexuality issues my cross dressing was causing.  I’d been undergoing treatment by Doctor Wilson for over a year now and every day and in every way I making fantastic progress.  Doctor Wilson assured me of this in every therapy session.

 

The way he smiled at me as he looked down at me as I knelt in the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position before him and he filled my mouth with his wonderful cock assured me that my therapy was working.  Or the way his hands held me so tightly as his wonderful cock spasmed deep inside of me when it was time for one of my Prostate Expressing sessions.  I knew my therapy was working as it made Doctor Wilson happy and making him happy made me happy.  Doctor Wilson is a wonderful doctor and I am so lucky to be treated by him.  Doctor Wilson is a caring and professional doctor.  Doctor Wilson is always right and I can trust him to always help me and know what’s best for me.  Doctor Wilson is a wonderful doctor.

 

Awakened

Awakened

What do you do when you are awakened from a dream? Awakened suddenly. Awakened to realize you've been betrayed by that dream. Betrayed despite how wonderful that dream was. Was the dream a lie? Was the dream a truth that you actually wanted? If so, what do you do about it all once you've been awakened?

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I had a lot of fun writing this one.  It's relatively brief but it touches on a whole lot of fantasies for me.  For whatever reason the "office setting" is powerfully attractive as it can combine power dynamics of employer and employee as well as a more elegant sorts of attire.  Men in suits and women in dresses - and feminized men in dresses serving those sharply dressed superiors in the office - that all can make for a lot of erotic tension.

Throw in some kinky senior partners in a firm with a "hapless" man at their mercy and it can light a lot erotic fires!

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He heard the door opening and realized he was trapped.

He wasn’t supposed to be where he was.  The Executive Washroom was for, executives.  And William Herrara was many things but an executive with Wilkins, Cortez, Simpson and Dawes wasn’t one of them.  It wasn’t a job ending offense but it wasn’t something the regular employees of the firm were supposed to do.  William did take liberties in sneaking into the washroom because he was the personal assistant to Mrs. Bianca Cortez and because he wanted the privacy of the Executive Washroom to clean himself up and repair what “damage” Mrs. Cortez did to him each Monday morning at 11:00 AM.

A Happy Vision

 

A Happy Vision

He lay there, strapped firmly in place and felt the increasing warmth spread through him of whatever it was she'd just injected him with.  He could barely turn his head due to the tightness of the restraints and the stiffness of the rubber hood.

She was still in his vision though and she was still a vision as well.  A delightful vision of so many of his fetishes.  That's why he had allowed himself to be encased in that latex body suit and why he had allowed himself to be strapped in to that special exam chair.

He had thought it was just some sort of medical play scene she was into and he was looking forward to her peeling out her latex fetish nurses outfit.  At least so at the conclusion as he desperately needed to take care of his amazingly hard cock.

She just smiled at him however, as she secured the last strap around his body to lock him in place.  Then she produced the syringe.  She peeled open a flap in the suit and pressed home the needle.  He hadn't expected that.  He hadn't wanted that.  The gag in his mouth however, prevented him from saying anything about it and the straps securing him kept him from thrashing about it much either.

Her radiant face gazed down at him as she watched the drugs take effect upon.  Seeing how the dose sapped his resistance she then set up the IV line into his arm.  That completed and with the new mixture now flowing directly into him, she once again looked deeply into his eyes.  His head was spinning and the warmth had spread throughout his body now.  He felt so relaxed despite knowing he should be panicking at that moment.

"Yes, my sweet" she purred down at him.  Her beautiful face with hose luscious lips inspiring his lust even amidst his panic.  "Yes, you feel so helpless don't you?  Yes, you do.  Yes, that's a good gurl.  Yes, a good gurl.  You're going to be my very good, good gurl."

"That gel you rubbed yourself down with to get into this latex suit?  Yes, that's my own special mixture.  It's a wonderful concoction that combines an exfoliant to dissolve away all your body hair as well as some absolutely divine hormone compounds that are soaking directly through your skin. The longer you have the suit on, the more will soak through to suppress your body's male hormones.  Isn't that wonderful?" she purred.

"But I wouldn't worry about the gel doing that too much.  It's too little to have much effect.  Not compared to what I've hooked up in your IV here.  The compounds there will work on you much, much faster.  They will not only shut down your testes - permanently shut those down - they'll also flood your body with all sorts of feminizing chemicals.  And, even more, there's even compounds mixed in with all that to work such wonders on your mind!  In a few weeks, and you will be here in that latex suit and on this special exam table for several weeks to come, you will be a wonderfully feminized, docile, happy sissy gurl.  Yes, isn't that divine?"

"Oh, I know have questions baby.  I know you do.  But the answers will come later.  Once I have you properly conditioned to be my next sissy pleasure slave!  I know you want that.  That you want that in your heart of heart but didn't have the courage to tell me.  Well, I'm taking care of that for you.  You will thank me for this later.  You will thank me.  I know you will."

"When you emerge from your this latex body suit - think of it like a cocoon and that you're developing into this beautifully feminine butterfly - you'll be well onto your way of being the gurl of your dreams.  Your skin will be soft and smooth and hairless.  Your breasts will have budded and be well on their way to growing into the most beautiful sissy mounds ever.  Your sissy clit will be wonderfully soft and beautifully small.  Your little sissy sacks will soon stop making any more of those boy hormones.  Forever, stop that.  As a my special sissy gurl you won't need such hormones any!  And best of all, the programming I'm going to be playing into your ears - into your mind, into your soul - will help you admit just what a submissive and docile sissy pleasure slave you truly are!"

"So just relax my special, special gurl.  You have no control over what's happening.  You are completely helpless.  You are completely powerless.  That's it my gurl.  You are completely helpless.  A helpless pretty, pretty gurl who needs a strong mistress to control you and keep you safe.  All you have to do is be my pretty, pretty special gurl.  Just be that for me and everything will be divine!  Will you do that for me?  It would make me so, so happy if you would be my special, special gurl  Yes, you want to make me happy, don't you?  Making me happy makes you happy.  And a sissy gurl like you always wants to be happy.  Yes, you do.  That's it my gurl.  Let those wonderful hormones and chemicals do their work.  Can feel them working on you?  Feel all that maleness just washing away out of you?  Letting that beautiful sissy gurl emerge from inside you?  That's it my gurl, just let it flow away and that sissy emerge.  Relax baby, let me control you.  Let me help that sissy gurl come out.  That's my gurl.  That's my special, special gurl.  That's my helpless sissy gurl...  Good gurl.  You're making me so happy... Yes...."

The warmth and lightness was all through his body.  He felt wonderful and happy and so very, very relaxed.  He knew she was insane.  He hadn't asked for any of this.  But it all felt so good.  So very, very good. Looking up at her angelic face in her latex fetish nurse's outfit she was still a vision to him.  He did want to make her happy.  And he couldn't think of any reason not to be her gurl.  Maybe she was right and that's who he really was.  He couldn't tell.  it just felt so right and so good to agree with her.  Her smile was so wonderful.  Would she smile at him if he was her good sissy gurl?  Would she play with him if he was her good sissy gurl?  Why shouldn't he be her sissy gurl.  She was so beautiful and being her sissy gurl would be so wonderful....

His last vision of her, before she snapped the VR googles over his eyes to play non-stop subliminals into his chemically defenseless mind, was of her beautiful face smiling at him and telling him that being her sissy gurl would make her so happy.  So very happy...

It Was Always So Easy...

I don’t like her

I don’t like her. I don’t even know her name and I don’t like her. I don’t like her because she doesn’t like this and that means they make her do it. And each time they make her do it means less time for the rest of us to do it and, in particular, less time for me to do it.