The Breaking Point

by Jennifer White

 

Tony was so upset the day that Judy told him that she was going to file for divorce. Yes, he fooled around on her sometimes. Yes, he liked to do wild kinky stuff that she didn't (she was such a prude!). But why did she have to divorce him? To make matters worse, she said that she was going to file for custody of their only child, his son Billy.

Tony had seen enough rotten divorces, and he wasn't going to let it happen to him. He knew that Judy would never let him control her. But maybe someone else could.

 

Months ago Tony attended a fetish party. He wanted one of his girls 'on the side' to buy some leather boots, miniskirts, and other things to turn him on when he came to visit them. She obliged, and they went around to look at the different things available to them. One thing that stuck out in his mind was a service: domination by Mistress Jessica.

Jessica was a real knockout. She was really built. Tall, muscular, blonde, a perfect butt, huge breasts, just the right curves, and a face that was drop dead gorgeous. The whole package. With her clad in leather and heels, he could see how she would be able to bring any man to his knees. Imagine your dream girl, with an attitude, wrapped in leather. That was Jessica.

But what about a woman? He decided that he would pay a call on her. Get her to dominate Judy, and then he could have his way with her. How about turning her from a uptight prude, into a loose girl. A slut. Then *he* would be in charge of the relationship, and there would be no way for her to divorce him.

It was a brilliant plan, he decided. Tony went to the bank, took out five grand in cash, and paid a call on Mistress Jessica. He had kept her card, since she was so hot. He found her studio, went in, and had to wait until she was done "with a client". Tony watched a big tough looking man walk out of the door after a while, as he filled in the paperwork for the application to see Mistress Jessica. The man looked tough on the outside, but there was something in his eye. Deep fear. A look Tony had only seen back when his army unit was deep in the thick of fighting in the jungle. This man looked as shell shocked as a soldier. Wow, Jessica must be something else.

"What can I do for you?" she said, after he went into her office. "Or should I say, what can I do *to* you? Would you like to be my obedient slave, and let me take complete control over you?"

"No" said Tony. "I'm here because of my wife."

"Your wife?" asked Jessica.

"Yes. She wants to divorce me and take our son. I don't want to let her go. I want you to work with her, bring her under control, and loosen her up. She is such a prude! She won't wear anything sexy, she doesn't put out in bed, and I have to turn to other girls if I want to get satisfied. If you could turn her into a slut, then we'd both be happy, and we could stay together. I'll pay you five thousand in cash, if you will do it."

"Did you see that man walking out the door?" said Jessica.

"Yes."

"He is a millionaire. But he is so firmly under my control, that if I told him to give me everything, he would. No questions asked. He would just do it, because *I* ordered him to."

"You are good in your work. I've heard nothing but good things about you."

"The point was, five thousand dollars is nothing to me. Why do you think that I would be willing to take an unsuspecting woman, and change her into a slut for you? Just for money? No my dear, there must be something in it for me as well."

"What can I offer you?" said Tony.

"*You*" she replied.

"Me?"

"Yes. I can tell you are a hard man. I see your army tattoos. I enjoy a challenge, and you would be one. I will do as you ask, at the price you set, and turn your wife into a real slut. But in return, you must also give yourself to me. I will dominate you, and I will make you mine. Once both you and your wife are in my power, you will be quite happy together."

Tony smiled. He was strong. No woman could dominate him. He would play along with her little game, let her work over his wife, and then he'd dump her, and go on with his own life. Who knows, maybe he could break *her*.

"It's a deal" he said. "When can we begin?"

"Let me give you a tour" said Jessica, standing up. "Follow me. Oh, and by the way, from now on you may only address me as Mistress Jessica, to show me that you are inferior to me. Failure to comply will result in punishment to you. And you will not at all like the punishments that I give."

Tony followed her to the back room. She was dressed all in leather, looking ultra sexy as usual. He was getting hard just from staring at her butt as she walked ahead of him in her tight leather miniskirt. They entered a room with all sorts of bondage apparatuses. Tony stared in amazement at the assortment.

"Stand here" said Jessica.

Tony did as she asked.

"Hold your hands out."

She took a iron cuff suspended by a chain, and reached out to put it on Tony's wrist.

"What are you doing?" he said.

"I want to show you what we will start with for your wife" she replied. "Let me put this on you, so you can understand how helpless she will be."

He allowed her to do it, and then his other arm. Then she pulled over two iron cuffs for the ankles, and she told him to put them on himself. He did so, and they closed with a loud snap of metal locking onto metal. Jessica walked over to a set of switches on the wall, and pressed a button. Tony heard a mechanical sound, and suddenly he noticed that the chains were getting tight. Soon, his arms were being held out, and above his head, while his legs were spread out wider, pulled by the chains.

Now he was stuck. He couldn't pull his feet together, he couldn't pull his arms down, and indeed, he did feel very helpless.

"Yes" he said. "This is very effective. She won't be able to move, or to struggle.

"Next" said Jessica, "I put a leather collar around the neck like this, so that the subject knows they are mine. Like a dog."

She put the wide leather around his neck, and fastened it tight in the back. It made it difficult to look down, or to turn his head.

"Next" said Jessica, it is important for the subject to feel vulnerable, as well as immobile."

She took a long knife off of a shelf, and held it up for Tony to see. She smiled, and pointed it right at his chest. He had been held at knife point before, but never when he had been unable to move, as he was now.

"What are you doing?" he said, as Jessica pulled the knife downwards, cutting a large slit down the front of his shirt.

"Clothes make you feel powerful" she said. "Nakedness makes you feel weak. It is important that you feel weak, if you are to allow my feminine power to crush you, and to make you mine."

"I thought you were showing me what you'll do to my wife" he said, as she started to cut his pants off of him.

"Oh, I'll do it to her. But remember, you promised that I could have you too."

Only then did Tony realize that this wasn't a demonstration. She had started her process on him. But inside, he was laughing. No chick, no matter how sexy she looked in leather, could possibly break him. He had been through hell in his lifetime, and nothing would make him crumble.

"Men's bodies betray them" she said. "Your mind may be saying that you hate me, and that you want to get away. But watch this."

She took off her leather top, revealing that she was wearing a corset made of leather underneath. Tony's eyes bugged out of his head as he saw her perfect large breasts. She moved closer, and he was getting aroused all ready.

"You see?" she said. "Your mind says one thing, but look at this."

She reached out and put her hand on his erect manhood.

"Your body has betrayed your mind. Your body is already mine. One by one, I will break down your defenses, and piece by piece, I will make you mine. Just as your body reacted to me by instinct, out of your control, so will your mind, once I am done with you."

"You can't control a mind" he said. "This is just a sex fantasy."

"On the contrary" said Jessica, with a giggle. "Everyone has their breaking point. I will find yours, and I *will* break you, as I have broken every man before you who thought he could stand up to me."

 

She walked over to the wall, and returned with a remote control. She pressed a button, and the chains got tighter. Then she took a tube of cream from her pocket, which she started to apply to his entire body. It had a slightly familiar smell, but he couldn't place it. She put the cream all over him, which wasn't unpleasant feeling. Actually, it did feel good to sense her touch all over him.

"I will be back soon" she said.

Tony laid there on his back, wondering what he had gotten himself into. It was cold, and he shivered. But he had been through much worse. He would get through this too.

 

Jessica returned fifteen minutes later. She had with her a bucket of warm water, and a sponge. She used the sponge to clean off his entire body, where she had put the cream. He looked at the sponge as she dipped it into the bucket. It was covered with little dark hairs. His hairs. She had used hair removal cream on him!

"Why are you removing my hair?" he asked.

"Because it suits me" she said. "From now on, if you question me, at any time, you will be punished. You have also not learned to address me as I instructed you. Do not let that happen again. Now tell me that you understand."

"Yeah, I understand" he said.

"I understand what?..." she said, in a leading tone of voice.

"I understand, Mistress Jessica."

"Much better" she said.

Jessica picked up the remote control again.

 

"Because you are inferior to me, and you are my slave now, it is important that you never look down at me. You will look *up* at me, because you are a lower form of life. I am your superior, your Mistress, and you belong to me."

She pressed a button, and the frame from which the chains were suspended started to tilt. He was unable to move, as it reached 45 degrees, with him being forced to look up at the ceiling. Mistress Jessica stepped forward some more, and now he was looking up at her. He continued to get lower and lower, until he was now on his back, on the floor.

Jessica pushed another button, and he started to raise up. He realized that he was on some sort of table which had been built into the floor. Now he was on that table, on his back, about three feet off the ground. He looked up at Jessica, as she walked around him. He was now cold, hairless, and tied down tight to a table.

"I could ask you to tell me that you are mine" she said, "but even if you said it, we both know it is not true. You are not mine, because your mind still has too many defenses set up to prevent me from taking total control. Now, we will begin to break those down."

Tony didn't believe a word of what she said. Other than the fact that Jessica was a total babe who turned him on, he thought it was all a load of crap. Why wasn't she doing this to his wife? Why was she doing this to him?

 

"Men do not have many fears" she said. "But fear is my best weapon. You will obey eventually, because you will not be able but to do as I say. Just as your body betrayed you, so too will your mind. But in order for you to become conditioned into obeying me, you must learn to fear me. And you must learn that if you do not do as I tell you, then I will not hesitate to use those fears against you."

Tony knew fear from his days in the war. He could control his fear. He had to then, in order to live. What could a woman possibly do to him to make him fear?

 

"For some men," she said, as she circled around him, "a fear of pain can be used against them. But from the scars on your body and your tattoos, I can see that you have endured great pain, and that approach would be ineffective with you."

"You've got that right sister" said Tony out loud, earning him a sharp slap across the face.

"I may not use pain because of your fears" she said, "but that doesn't mean I won't use it as a punishment. You may have a high tolerance for pain, but you do not like it. Next time, I will not be so gentle. And there are ways of administering extreme pain without leaving a mark."

Tony grunted. He was tied up on a table. What could he do? He wasn't about to taunt her anymore, and risk having her do something crazy. Clearly, she was psycho, and he was realizing what a stupid thing he had just done, to allow himself to be chained up.

 

"Now back to the subject at hand" said Jessica. "I was talking about fear. There is a common fear that men share, and it has to do with the feminine mystique. You look at women, see us with the gaping hole between our legs, you look at how you have something sticking out, and you *fear* down to your heart that one day you'll wake up, and be like us."

"That's not true!" said Tony.

"Really?" she said. "Then let us see how you react to feminization. We'll start with your new boobs."

She took out a tube of special glue, and spread it around each of Tony's little man-nipples. Then she took down from a shelf (out of his view of course) a pair of D cup breast forms. She positioned them, and held them down.

"The glue will set in a few minutes. Then you'll have boobs."

Tony couldn't see it very much, until a few minutes later when she let go. She pushed a button so his head would be propped up more, and he could see his body. There, on his chest, it looked like a pair of women's breasts. Large, firm, erect nipples, and everything.

"Ah! Get them off of me!" said Tony.

"What, scared of a couple of little boobs?" replied Jessica in mock sympathy.

She watched him squirm. He did *not* like having them on his chest.

"Now that you have boobs, we need to get a bra on you. And I happen to have one right here."

It was a nursing bra, which allowed her to slip it under him, wrap the straps across his shoulders, and fasten them to the top of the cups. With his wrists locked in the cuffs, a normal bra would have been impossible to put on him. Not that he would have noticed, or even known what a nursing bra was. Mothers who are breast feeding wear them, and the ability to detach the cup from the strap allows them to feed their babies, without having to take the whole bra off.

 

"There, don't you feel *weak* now?" said Jessica. "You are powerless against me. You have boobs. You are wearing a bra. I am turning you into a woman, and you have no way to stop me. The more feminine I make you feel, the weaker you become, and the more that you become *mine*."

Tony *did* feel powerless. He did feel weak. And stupid for getting himself into such a mess.

"Now tell me," continued Jessica, "tell me that you are mine, and that you are my slave."

Tony was silent in defiance.

"Since you refuse to speak the words," she said, as she stepped out of his sight behind him, "I will take away your power of speech all together."

Without warning as she said this, she slammed a ball gag into his mouth, and tied the straps so that it could not come out. Tony tried to yell, but it was impossible now.

"As I told you, my punishments can be quite terrible, and you will do well to avoid them. I will be back in a while, as you lie there to think about it. When I eventually take out your gag, I think you know what your first words will be."

She turned and left him, shivering on the table, wearing only a bra stuffed with large fake boobs.

 

* * *

 

Jessica went back to her office near the entrance. She looked at Tony's application, and made the phone call. Then she called a few other numbers, of some of her clients she could use in this situation. They would be helpful, and of course they would do anything to serve her. Serving her brought them pleasure, just as it would for Tony when she was done with him.

 

Now Jessica returned back to Tony. She silently attached a band of leather around his brow, and tightened it into place. With the table he laid on, and his head propped up, it made it impossible for him to move his head at all. Then she put something over his head which he could not see. And only then did she remove his ball gag, allowing him to breathe through his mouth or talk again.

"Now tell me what I want to hear" she said.

"I am yours" he gasped, his mouth dry. "I am your slave."

"Poor slave" she said. "You spoke the words for me, but you didn't *mean* it. In your heart and in your soul, you need to *believe* that you are completely mine. Those were just words, without conviction. I'm afraid that I will have to continue your feminization."

She went to the corner of the room, and returned with a medical cart which she pushed over to the side. Tony was too low to see what was on the cart, and his mind was filled with visions of all sorts of instruments of horror which she might use to administer more pain and humiliation on him. So imagine his surprise when she went to the cart and showed him the first item she was going to use: a tube of lipstick.

Tony could not move his head. Jessica put her hand on his chin, forcing him to keep his mouth closed. She ran the tube of lipstick over his lips, and the familiar scent from his wife's cosmetics filled his nose.

"Now you are wearing lipstick" she said, "like a woman. I am turning you into a woman, so you will need to get used to wearing it. Soon, you will *want* to put it on, every day before you dress up in your skirt and go off to work."

Tony felt a wave of emotion pass over him, a powerlessness, like she was striping away his very manhood. He felt a terrible tingle between his legs, as if what she was doing to him was reducing him down there as well. As she applied more and more makeup, telling him he was a woman now, this inner sense of impotence swept over him.

He now realized he was being controlled by a *woman*. He was in her control! She could do things to him, and there was no way for him to stop it!

 

Jessica went to the cart, and put on a pair of rubber gloves. Tony wondered what she was doing now. She walked over in front of him, making sure to stick her boobs right in his face, just out of his reach. He couldn't move his head, and all he could see were her glorious breasts.

She touched him between the leges, and his manhood sprang to attention.

"Tell me that you are mine" she said.

"I am yours" he replied, which earned him a gentle stroke of her hand.

"Tell me that I control you now."

"You control me now."

Another gentle stroke, sending chills up and down his spine.

"Tell me that you understand that you are now under the power of a *woman*."

"I am under the power of a woman."

Stroke, stroke.

"Swear to me that you are mine forever."

"I am yours forever."

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

"Tell me you understand that you are no longer a man."

"I am no longer a man" he said, understanding now that his response would earn him *four* strokes.

"Tell me that you want to become whatever I want you to be."

His response earned him five strokes, which were now a little harder.

"Tell me that you are my slave, and you will do anything for me."

"I am your slave, I'll do anything for you."

Six strokes! He was nearly bursting now.

 

Jessica walked around to his head, and blew her hot breath into his ear. He wanted to come so bad! Seeing her, having her touch him like that (and having been cut off by his wife for a month!), he really wanted to come. But she stopped, making him just lay there, unable to do anything.

When his erection started to lose it's stiffness, Jessica returned her attention to him. She made him say things he never thought he would say.

"Tell me you want me to turn you into a woman" she said.

His response earned him a tight squeeze and a stroke.

"Tell me you *want* to be completely under my power" she said.

He swore to be hers, to do whatever she asked of him. He swore he was her slave now. He told her he *wanted* to serve her, and that her will was his now. She even made him swear that he wanted to become a woman.

Again, right before the point of climax, she stopped! Tony wanted to cry. He wanted his orgasm so bad! But she made him wait again before starting to stimulate him again. And this time, he had to say things even *more* extreme.

"I am a woman" he told her. "I have breasts, and I *want* them. I have a pussy. I am a girl. I am your slave girl now." And those were mild compared to what he had to say on the forth go-round.

Finally, he swore upon his very soul that he was hers.

"I am your slave now" he said.

"Yell it" she demanded.

"I am your slave!" he yelled.

"Louder, like you mean it."

"I AM YOUR SLAVE!!!"

With that, she squeezed him and stroked him so hard, that he exploded. He could feel it all pumping out of him, landing on his hairless chest, and oozing down towards the table. Jessica went to the cart, and now she had a camera in her hands. She snapped several pictures of him lying there.

"Do you see that round thing on the wall?" she said, pointing to something he hadn't noticed.

"Yes" he said, still breathless from his orgasm.

"That is a hidden camera. I have your entire training episode on tape. All of the things you swore, it is all captured for eternity."

She took the digital camera, and hooked up a cable. She pressed a button, and a TV monitor built into the wall started to glow as it warmed up. A few keyboard clicks later, Tony could see an image of himself, tied up, wearing the stuffed bra, in makeup, with a full erection, and his own semen all over him.

"This," said Jessica, "is for security purposes. Should you *ever* do anything I don't want you to, it will be sent to all sorts of people who you would hate to have it go to. Your parents. Your son. Your boss. The local newspaper. And more."

"No...." he said.

"As a security measure, when you come here for a session with me tomorrow, I will have a computer program running in the background. If you were to do something to harm me so that I couldn't get to the computer, then this picture and the video will be sent out automatically. In other words, just because you have a stronger body than I, you need to learn that you cannot harm me physically. If you do so, your life will be ruined."

Tony realized it was true. His first testosterone driven impulse was going to be hitting her once he got free. But if he did *anything* to harm her, she would ruin him. He could not touch her now.

"And so my dear," she continued, "you *will* show up here tomorrow, at the same time as today. You *will* put on your bra and glue on your boobs for me when you first arrive, so that I don't have waste time doing that to you. And you will lie down on the table so that I can tie you up. Any failure to comply, and the video goes to the public."

Tony could only stare at her.

"Here we go my slave. I am releasing you now."

She pressed the right buttons, and the restrains all loosened up. Another click, and the iron bands released his aching wrists and ankles. She undid the leather strap holding his head in place. He was free to move now!

"Stand up" she ordered, in her most authoritative voice. Tony stood, but his knees were weak and shaking. He was trembling all over.

"Get on your knees, slave!" she ordered, pointing to the floor.

Tony lowered himself to his knees.

"Good slave. Now you may go. Your clothes are tattered rags now, but you may take these to wear" she said, tossing him a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. "See you tomorrow. Don't forget to wear your boobs. I have other clients to see now."

 

Tony went to leave, and when he got to his car, he actually cried. What had he done? He pulled himself together, drove home, and looked around the house. Judy was out, and so was Billy. Good. He wouldn't have to explain why he was carrying fake boobs and a bra. He hid them in a gym bag, then took a shower. He felt *so* dirty.

 

* * *

 

The next day, at the appointed hour, Tony showed up at Mistress Jessica's. She was blackmailing him, so what could he do? He had thought all day of a way out, but couldn't find any. And so he put on the bra and the fake boobs like she told him, then went to his spot in the dungeon. She greeted him warmly, as she tied him up again.

"I am tying you up not for my own safety, but as a reminder that you are powerless. You were a good slave, showing up when I told you, and putting on your boobs. But I'm afraid that in your heart, you aren't doing these things because you want to serve me. You are doing them because you don't want people to see the video. But that will change."

Jessica did her exercise with the rubber gloves again, torturing Tony, making him say things, and only then bringing him to climax. She knew that having him *say* he was hers and *say* he was her slave didn't make it so in his heart. But before he could *become* her slave, he had to think about it, and get past the initial shock.

The first time he told her that he was her slave, it was difficult for him. It was a shock to his brain, something way outside the normal thought patterns in his head. But with repetition, she would make it commonplace for him, so that it no longer seemed like something strange. It would become familiar to him, something he was *used* to. And only then, when his thought patterns had reformed such that being her slave was no longer something foreign to him, *then* he would be ready to progress to the next level.

 

On Tony's third day, after he was made to say those things again, with her working him using her hands in the rubber gloves, she was ready for the next stage of his feminization. This time, she used a condom, so he didn't make a mess all over himself. She undid his bonds, and pointed to an outfit on a hanger. A skimpy sexy maid outfit.

"You will put that on, now" she commanded.

He complied, but again, it was because of fear of blackmail, not because he was broken. She could tell that an inner anger still seethed within him.

"Your male ego is still strong" she told him, once he was in the outfit which included high heels as well as a lacy apron to go with the very skimpy and lacy black and white uniform. "In order for you to become completely mine, it must be eliminated. I see that you have much testosterone driven anger seething within you. How can you be my slave when you have these problems? How can you learn to truely serve me, if you do not obey me of your own will?"

And so his next form of training began. First, Jessica made him lick her boots. Then, she gave him a mop and pail, and told him to clean the floor of the dungeon, and then the offices upstairs.

"I will be watching you. I will be checking on you. If you do not work as hard as you can, you will be punished."

She went off for a while, leaving him alone. With alternative, Tony picked up the mop and began working.

 

With each passing day, Jessica heaped these humiliations on Tony. Each time, she did something else to feminize him as well. She made him wear fishnet stockings with his maid uniform. She made him start putting on his own makeup, and a pretty wig. She made him put on long fake fingernails, and paint them. Each little step helped to make him feel weak. The more he felt like a woman, the less of a man he was, the easier it would be to crush his male ego and rid him of the inner anger.

Yet after weeks of constant attention, Tony was no closer to becoming a true slave to Mistress Jessica than before. He was kneeling before her, licking her vinyl boots, telling her he was a woman, as he was dressed up in his maid uniform with all the accessories, full makeup, fake boobs, and everything. But he was still acting out of fear of being "outed". It was the blackmail driving him, not a sense of belonging to her. He was doing what she asked him, but he was not truely broken. Yet.

Jessica knew that it was extremely important for her to break this man. Otherwise, he could still be dangerous. He could disobey her at any time. He might end up boiling over with anger, and exploding. Fortunately for her, the other projects she had been working on were faring much better. It was time to use them, to help break down Tony's last inner defenses.

 

* * *

 

The next day, Jessica dressed Tony up in a new outfit: a tight corset was applied to help give him curves. A very tight leather miniskirt came next, almost exposing his black lace panties. He was put into fishnet stockings next, and then a tight skimpy shiny vinyl top, which made his fake boobs look even bigger. After putting him into a wig of long blonde hair and full makeup (along with the usual long red nails), she put him into black knee high boots, with very high heels and a pointy toe. And then she tied him to the wall.

 

"We will have a demonstration for you now. And please remember, you asked for this" said Jessica, as she put a ball gag into Tony's mouth, so that he couldn't speak.

Tony didn't know what she was talking about. He could only watch helplessly though, as Jessica picked up her cell phone, pushed a button, and some one word "Come."

A moment later, a woman walked into the room. She was dressed just like Tony, in boots, a miniskirt, and a tight vinyl top. She walked closer, and he realized who she was: it was his wife, Judy. He had never seen her dressed in clothes as sexy before, or looking this hot. He was really turned on.

"She is my slave now" said Jessica. "And I have done with her just what you suggested: I have turned her into a little slut. Tell me Slave Judy. Tell me what you are."

"I am a slut" she said.

Now Jessica used her phone again, and commanded another person to enter the room. It was a man, kind of average looking, balding, overweight. Not someone that a woman would really find attractive.

"Slave Judy, what do you want to do with this man" asked Jessica.

"I want to f**k him" she said. "Please let me Mistress! Let me lay on my back and spread my legs for him!"

Now Jessica turned to the man.

"She is yours. Take her."

Tony felt such a rush of emotions, he felt like he was going to explode inside. On the one hand, here was Judy, acting sexy and horny for the first time in her life. She was hot, and he wanted to do her, right there and then. But secondly, she had been converted into a whore, just as he paid Jessica to do for him. But now, she was about to 'do it' with another man! She was *his*, and she was about to do some ugly overweight bald guy.

Tony wanted to scream out, but he was unable to because of the ball gag. He tried to pull against the restraints, but he wasn't able to move. Jessica came over, lifted his skirt up, and with the rubber gloves on her hands, she started to rub his aroused member.

"Watch him do your wife" she said. "Just like you asked me, I've made her so easy, that she'll do anyone. And I mean *anyone*. I see how it excites you to see someone else making love to your sweet wife."

Tony couldn't help it: he had been aroused from seeing Judy all made up and dressed sexy. And with Jessica rubbing him harder and harder now, he couldn't help it. He came in his own panties, as he watched his wife underneath another man. Tony wanted to cry now. She was *his*! How could she do it with another man?

The realization swept over him that this was all his fault. He had told her to do this to Judy. All this was his fault.

 

When the man was done with Judy, Jessica sent him away, and called in a second man. Again, Judy pleaded with Jessica, begging to let her do him.

"How about that one on the wall?" asked Jessica, pointing to Tony.

"That's no man" she replied. "I need a man. Not *that*."

"All right my slave. You may have the one over here instead. The real man."

Tony could only watch again as a second man did his wife. He wanted this to stop, now! But there was nothing he could do. When the second man was done with Judy, Jessica called in a third one, as ugly and fat as the previous ones.

"I can bring them in all day" she said, "and your wife will *beg* me to let her do them. Or we could have her stop. Do you want this to stop?"

Tony nodded his head.

"I will take out your gag now, but you are not allowed to speak unless spoken to first. Do you understand me?"

Tony nodded again. Jessica took out the ball gag, and he coughed, as he gasped for air.

"Slave Judy, take that man's pants down, and start to suck on him."

"Yes Mistress" she replied obediently.

"You see my slave," she said to Tony, "she obeys me in all things, easily, willingly, without hesitation, and without thinking. That is how you will be soon, but still you resist me."

Tony looked as Judy had the man's member in her mouth, and she was enjoying it immensely.

"Do you want her to stop doing that?" asked Jessica.

"Yes Mistress" replied Tony.

"I can make her stop. But if I do, then *you* need to do it, instead of her. You are a woman now, and you will prove you loyalty to me. Are you ready to take her place?"

"No!!!" he said. "I will never do that! I'd rather have you send out all your tapes and all your pictures. I'll never do that to a man."

"Tsk, tsk" said Jessica. "I detect your male ego rearing it's ugly head. But do not worry my slave. Soon, that will be gone. Now if you will not finish the job for your wife, then I know someone else who will."

She picked up the cell phone, pushed a button, and commanded the listener to come into the room.

 

A moment later, a girl walked in, dressed just like Tony and Judy. She sauntered up close to Tony, and it was only when she was very near to him that he realized it: this wasn't a girl. It was his son Billy.

"What have you done to him!!!" he yelled.

"The same as I did to your wife. And the same as I am doing to you" said Jessica. "I turned him into a slutty girl."

"No!" said Tony. "It's not true."

"Slave?" said Jessica, turning to Billy. "What is your name now?"

"Bunny" he replied in a voice that sounded very wimpy and girly.

"And Bunny, what do you want to do to that man over there?"

"I want to f**k him. I want him to f**k me! Please Mistress, please let me have him!"

"You said I could have him!" whined Judy.

"Slave Judy, you may kiss him. Slave Bunny, get on your knees, and suck."

The two rushed over to the man, who was overjoyed at all the attention.

"Now how does that make you feel?" said Jessica.

"No! This can't be! You can't have broken Billy!"

"Oh, he was very easy to break. He was very willing to become a sissy slave to me. He told me just yesterday that he wants to start taking female hormones, so he can have real boobs of his own. I am inclined to let him."

"No! Stop this!" said Tony. "You can't turn my only son into a girl! You can't let him become a whore!"

"You can save him" said Jessica. "All you need to do, is beg me to let you do it, instead of him. And before you do that, you must tell me that your name is *Gina* now, and that *you* are a slut."

 

Tony was paralyzed inside, and he started to physically shake. This was too much for him. Look what she had done to his son! No! This was the worst thing in the world.

"I...I am Gina now" he stuttered.

"Again. Louder, slave."

"I am Gina" he repeated.

"Not good enough slave. Make your voice sound like a *girl's*."

"I am Gina!" he said again, trying to sound move female in his tone.

"And Slave Gina, tell me what you are!"

Tony was watching his son pleasuring the man, and he was going crazy, wanting to make it stop.

"I am a whore" he mumbled.

"Louder Gina, so we can all hear you."

"I am a whore, a slut!" he said out loud.

"No! Use your girlish voice!"

He repeated it once again, now trying to sound like a girl.

"And Slave Gina, since you have admitted that you are a slut, what do you want to do to that man?"

"I want to f**k him" he said, giving in and giving up.

"And what do you want him to do to you?"

"I want him to screw me."

"Very good, slave. Now beg me to allow you to go give him pleasure."

"Please Mistress Jessica, please let *me* give him pleasure. Please! I'll do anything for you!"

Jessica smiled. She had found his breaking point. He really was pleading with her now, really *wanting* to go do it. Yes, he would be rescuing his son, but after today, when she was through with him, he would be a broken man. And then he would truely become all hers. A toy for her to mold and shape however she saw fit.

"Slave Bunny, stop now. Step back."

She turned to Tony.

"Slave Gina: he's all yours. Go get him."

Tony walked over, got on his knees, and resumed doing what Billy had started. He did it with full enthusiasm, wanting it just to be over. When the man reached his climax, Jessica ordered him to swallow. She sent the man away, and called in yet another one. She ordered the man to strip, which he did. Then Jessica walked over to where the whole family was standing.

"Slave Gina" she said to Tony. "This man is different from the others. He does not like to come in a woman's mouth. I want you to please him. Take off your panties and pull up your skirt. Spread you legs, and lean over the table."

"But..." started Tony.

"Or would you rather that I order Bunny to do it? She will you know. She likes it."

"I'll do it" said Tony.

"Bunny, go home with Judy. You are through for today. Remember though: I own you now. You are mine, and you will do my bidding when asked."

"Yes Mistress Jessica" they said in unison.

Tony watched them walk away, as the man began doing his business to him. But he didn't fight it, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled. His family was safe now.

"A woman, a mother, would sacrifice herself for her babies" said Jessica into Tony's ear as the man went at him. "A father would never do that though. So you must identify yourself as Bunny's mother now. Your feminine side has won out. You are a girl now, inside your head. And you belong to me now."

"I am yours Mistress Jessica" said a helpless Tony, as his pummeling continued.

 

When it was done, Tony sat on the cold floor, and cried. Jessica walked up to him, towering over him.

"Don't cry, slave" she said. "You are mine now. Lick my boots."

Immediately, without arguing, he did it. He was a broken man. Jessica's kind offer to allow him to be near her was overwhelming. He looked up at her with love and admiration. She was a *real* woman. She was powerful. He was nothing. Not good enough to be a man, not good enough to be a woman. His only thought, was how to please *her*. She was everything to him now.

"Slave Gina, I want you to go home now, dressed just as you are. There you will find Judy waiting for you. My orders are for you to serve her, as you would serve me."

"Yes Mistress Jessica" he said.

"Go now, and serve your wife. You are my present to her. Now be gone!"

Tony put his panties back on, picked the wallet and car keys out of his pants, and left the office in his slut outfit. He drove home to begin his life of servitude to his wife.

 

* * *

 

The two women were giggling as they drank the last of their bottle of wine.

"This was so fun! We must do it again sometime" said Judy.

"Oh yes, I agree!" replied Jessica. "But next time we'll go to your house, and we can use *your* slave, instead of using one of mine to serve us."

"That would be fun. Tony is so obedient to me now, and has served me very well. You did an excellent job in training him."

"That's what I do" said Jessica. "But I do have to thank *you*. The information you told me helped me find your husband's breaking point. They way he was living vicariously through your son was his greatest weakness. And you even offered Billy up to me. For that, I thank you."

Jessica smiled, and crossed her legs seductively, as Judy looked on.

"But Mistress, I want *so* much to serve you too" said Judy. "Why don't you allow me to serve you anymore? I want to please you. I want to go down on you again, like I used to, when you were making me yours. I only feel happy when I am allowed to serve you."

"But Judy, you *do* serve me, by keeping my salves Gina and Bunny busy serving *you*. By continuing to make them think and act and dress as girls, you serve me."

"Yes Mistress, but I don't get the same feeling as when I am able to directly serve you. Please allow me to lick your feet, or go down on you, clean your house, or do something!"

"I will let you go down on me this afternoon" said Jessica. "And you may clean my house if that makes you feel better."

"Oh thank you so much Mistress Jessica!" said Judy, feeling happy that she was being allowed to show her love of her Mistress, and to show her how obedient she was. Nothing satisfied her, like serving Mistress Jessica.

The two women walked off hand in hand towards the bedroom, their skirts swishing as the walked side by side. Judy loved Jessica with all her heart. How kind of Jessica it was to allow her be her slave. Judy looked over to her Mistress with deep love in her eyes.

  

  

  

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