Destiny of Control

by Jennifer White

 

"So, you were unhappy with your previous domme" said Destiny, as she sized up Frank who sat in the chair across the desk from her. Men came to her because they wanted a woman to dominate and control them. Destiny wasn't cheap; she probably cost more than any of the other dommes in the area. But she was the one that they send their difficult customers to. Frank had gone through three of them, and still wasn't broken.

"That is correct Ma'am" he said in a clipped formal manner that betrayed his military background. They were harder to break. They could tolerate pain, and the usual threats that made men turn to jelly didn't have any effect on them. But there were other ways. You just had to know which buttons to push with hard men like this.

 

"Tell me" she said, "why do you want to be dominated?"

"It gets me off" he said.

Short. Impersonal. Clipped military tone. So many of these men had been taking orders for so long, that they somehow missed that in their lives, and they wanted someone to order them around. But with a woman, it was slightly different. For a *woman* to control them, that was the ultimate sense of losing control over the situation. It gave them the release they were seeking. She would make Frank happy. She would give him what he so desperately needed.

 

"My friend Mistress Laura tells me that you just refused to be broken by her."

"That is correct" said Frank.

"She is good at what she does. But you didn't like her?"

"She wasn't strong enough to break me" he said. "Do you think that *you* are?"

It was a challenge. A dare. Something that he wouldn't have done had he known just how good Destiny was at her job. She would make him pay for his mistake.

"Oh yes" she said full of confidence. "You won't be any problem at all. I'll have you crawling before me, licking my boots, in no time."

"You need to know something about me" he said. "I was in the army for twenty years. Covert ops. I was a prisoner overseas. I've been tortured. Even they couldn't break me."

"You won't be any problem, at all" said Destiny.

 

She handed Frank the forms.

"This is the contract. Sign here, and I'll run your credit card through."

Frank signed, and handed her his Visa card from his wallet.

"This had better be worth it" he said. "You cost a lot more than the others I've been too."

"They are amateurs compared to me" she replied as she scanned his card. "I cost more, but I am most definitely worth it, as you shall see."

"We'll see" he said, sounding doubtful.

"Very well" said Destiny. "We have an appointment set for 10:00pm on Friday. Show up fifteen minutes before then. If you're not afraid, that is."

"Oh I'll be there" he said.

 

Destiny watched him go out the door, walking with full confidence. She loved breaking hard men like this. Nothing gave her more pleasure then to see them groveling at her feet. He would be like all the others. She already knew what she'd need to break him.

 

* * *

 

On Friday, Destiny watched on the monitor as Frank sat in the lobby. He had walked in full of confidence. She was observing him, because you could learn a lot about a person just by carefully watching what they did and how they did it.

As he sat in the lobby, she had a wide variety of magazines laid out for people to read. Everything from girlie things like Cosmo and Glamour, to Playboy, and everything in between. Frank went for Playboy, instead of the S&M magazines. That gave Destiny another clue. That and the ring on his finger, which said he was a married man. Perhaps he wanted to have someone to make up for the weak woman he married?

In either case, her strategy was assured now. She knew just what she'd do.

 

"You can come in now" she said through the intercom, pushing the button to unlock the door. Frank strode through it, and into her office.

"As you remember" said Destiny, "you signed the papers. I can do *anything* to you, and you have no legal recourse. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Frank. Other dommes had asked him similar questions.

"Very good" she said. "Follow me."

She led him into another room, where she did her work. She pointed to a steel bar hanging from two chains in the ceiling. She took out a pair of handcuffs, and draped them over the bar.

"Go ahead" she said. "Get into them."

Frank nodded, and put his left hand into the handcuff, closing it on himself. He let Destiny lock it onto his other wrist, so now he was trapped with his hands over the bar. Destiny smiled and walked twenty feet away to the wall, where she pushed a button. The chains started to pull up into the ceiling. Soon, Frank's hands were extended all the way above his head. His feet were barely touching the ground.

"The Russians who used to be in the KGB do this to you, but with your feet in the water so they can shock you with electricity."

"Shut up" said Destiny.

She walked to the front of him and showed him something in her hand. An old-fashioned straight razor. She brandished it in his face, and touched him so he could feel the cold hard steel. She then took the razor, and made a cut down the side of Frank's shirt. With the skill of a surgeon, she cut away the shirt, so that he was bare chested. Then she pulled off his shoes, pants, socks and boxers. Now he was naked, and unable to move.

To be careful, she blindfolded him. Frank wasn't ready for the feel of cold cream being poured from a tube onto his chest. Destiny rubbed it in, and it was almost like getting a massage, as she put it on all over his legs, his chest, his arms, his back, and even into his armpits.

 

Then nothing. Frank stayed there tied, up waiting for something. But for ten minutes, he couldn't hear a sound from Destiny. He was getting a little cold, but this was nothing! He had camped out when it was twelve below zero. Did she really think that this would break him?

A few minutes later, he was again surprised by the feeling of cold water being sprayed all over his body. It was momentary shock, but hardly what you'd call torture!

"You're not very good at this, are you? I'm just wasting my time and money."

"First of all, you need to shut up. I can gag you if you'd prefer. And secondly, I haven't even started yet. I'm just preparing you. Now be quiet, or you'll get a ball gag in your mouth, so you feel like you're choking."

 

Now she dried him off with a fluffy towel, and Frank decided that this was the worst domme he had ever met. But he didn't want to provoke her, so he'd get through the boring hour, and go find someone else. He was so disappointed when her words turned out to be just empty promisees.

"This sucks" he mumbled.

"That will cost you. I ordered you to shut up" said Destiny.

Blindfolded, Frank couldn't see the gag she was about to put in his mouth. She held it to his lips, and started to push it in. At first Frank was surprised it wasn't bigger around. Other ball gags he had been put into had a large enough ball that they didn't fit in this easily. The strange thing was, this one kept coming in, more and more. More like some kind of tube, with a texture to it. It reached all the way to the back of his throat when she fastened it into place.

Frank then felt her pull up underwear onto him, which wasn't all bad. He didn't really like being naked like he was, no matter what words of protest he spoke. But then he felt something strange: something being rolled up each of his legs. Then something wrapped tight around his waist, followed by some pulling and tugging.

Then there was a sudden shock of cold on his chest, and he could feel Destiny pushing on him there. He would have laughed, if he hadn't been gagged. She kept pushing for about a minute, then she stopped, although it almost felt like there was some weight on his chest now. He was wondering what was going on, when suddenly he felt his feet being put into shoes. Suddenly, the pressure on his arms let up a bit, as if the bar had lowered. But she was right there at his feet. What was going on?

 

Suddenly, Frank's blindfold was removed from behind, and he had to blink his eyes to adjust to the light. A few moments later, as he could see again, he looked down and was shocked.

 

It looked like he had boobs on his chest. That was the weight he felt. He was wearing a garter belt and thigh high nylons, which had black lace trimming at the top where they attached to the garters. He was also wearing black panties. And down below, high heel shoes.

Destiny was somewhere behind him. He started to sweat. He didn't like the idea of a woman seeing him dressed up like this. He felt awkward and uncomfortable.

 

Destiny now came around to the front of him. She smiled as she removed his gag and pulled it out of his mouth. Frank looked on with revulsion as he saw that it wasn't a gag at all: it was a strap-on, which she had forced into him.

"What a little slut you are!" she said. "You haven't been here fifteen minutes, and you've already had a dick in your mouth!"

Frank had that "deer in the headlights" look that Destiny loved to see on a man's face. It meant that she had found a weakness that *did* scare him. He didn't like being turned into a woman, not at all.

"And not only have you had a dick in your mouth, but now you're dressing up in panties and nylons."

She walked behind him, and he tried to turn his head to see what she was doing. From behind she wrapped something around his chest. He looked down in horror to see that it was a strapless bra, gently cupping the fake boobs that she had glued onto him earlier.

"A nice pretty bra for your boobs. You look so pretty as a woman. I think that I shall call you 'Molly'. Yes. That's a nice pretty name for a pretty *girl* like you."

 

Frank was scared now for the first time since he could remember. He was sweating, and his face turning red. Destiny walked out in front of him, and snapped several pictures with her camera, which she then hooked up to a computer in the corner.

"I'm uploading your pretty pictures" she said. "They go onto this machine here, and are automatically copied to two other computers located in different offices in the city. There is no way you can delete them all. So don't even think of trying anything funny. Even if you shot me dead and smashed this computer, the pictures would still be on my other servers. And my assistant would make sure they get sent to all the newspapers. And your boss. And your wife. Would you like that, Molly?"

"No" said Frank quietly.

"Good. Then you understand that you are *completely* mine now, in every you. You understand that I completely control your life. You live to serve me now. You are *mine*. Now tell me!"

"I am yours" said Frank in the meekest voice that he had used since he was a child.

"And tell me your new name, slave!"

"I am Molly" he said.

"Yes, you are slave. I am turning you into a woman, and you cannot resist me."

 

Destiny picked up the strap-on, and held the point of it right in Frank's face.

"Here's the dick you've had in your mouth. Its still wet from your saliva. The way your drooled, I can tell that you *really* liked it. But don't worry Molly, lots of girls like to suck dick."

She took it and touched him all over with it, as Frank struggled with the bonds on his hands, trying to get free. Now Destiny started to attach the strap-on to herself. It looked so strange to see a hot woman standing there, with a huge thing coming out from her crotch. It was textured with realistic veins, and it was shaped realistically too. She walked right up to him, so the tip of it was touching him.

She used her hands and started to rub him in the crotch to stimulate him.

"You like this, don't you Molly? You want me to put it into you, don't you? Remember, you're my slave now. Tell me that you want to feel this up inside you. Or else you will be punished."

"I want to feel that up inside me" whispered Frank.

"Louder Molly. I couldn't hear you. And it is not called 'that'. You are to call it my dick."

"I want to feel your dick up inside me" said Frank louder.

"I'm glad you do dear. Ask me again. Ask me to fuck you."

"Please fuck me" said Frank.

 

Destiny walked behind him, and Frank tensed up, waiting to feel the thong from his panties moved aside, and to feel her do that to him. But instead, he was very surprised to see a flash of green plaid cloth wrap around him from the back. He felt it get tight as Destiny attached the Velcro. It was a skirt. He was wearing a skirt now.

Again Frank struggled a little, and Destiny laughed out loud.

"Is the little Molly girl afraid of a little skirt?" she said in a voice you'd use when talking to an infant child. "Poor little girl!"

Destiny now wrapped something around him which also fastened in the back. It was pink and had two thin straps dangling down. She then attached the straps in back, and Frank realized he was wearing a girl's halter top. Destiny took more pictures of him, and uploaded those as well to her computers.

"I'm going to paint your nails" she said. "I'm going to pierce your ears. I'm going to put you into makeup."

Frank struggled again. This was terrible! He didn't want to be turned into a woman! He was a man! This had to stop right now!

Destiny reached from behind him and put a wig onto his head.

"I've glued it so that if you try to remove it, you'll be pulling your own hairs out by the roots. Your buzz-cut made things very easy for me."

Now she sprayed him with perfume.

"You were right. You were too tough of a man to break. So I'm turning you into a *woman*."

She took more pictures and uploaded them as well, as Frank could only stare.

"You are completely mine, and you will be obedient to me in all things" said Destiny. "I will release your bonds in a moment, but once I do, you are to fall to your knees and worship me. You will *never* disobey me. You will *never* raise a hand to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Frank.

 

Destiny went to the wall, and pushed the button to lower the bar. Then she used the key and took the handcuffs off of Frank.

"Get down on your knees and lick my boots. Or I'll make these changes *permanent*."

Frank took a step towards her, but the high heel shoe he was wearing made it difficult to walk. They pinched his feet so much, and they hurt. Almost involuntarily, he fell down to his knees. Destiny walked right up to him.

"Lick" she said.

Frank licked her boots.

"That's better, slave" she said. "Now get up higher and suck me."

Frank looked up at her helplessly, as she moved the strap-on closer to his face.

"You had better get used to it, woman. Soon, when I've worked with you long enough, you'll *want* to be sucking on one of these. You'll be begging me to allow you to do this. Now open up. That's a good girl."

He only opened his mouth a little, but Destiny thrust her pelvis forward to fill his mouth up with the strap-on. She moved back and forth a few times, holding the back of his head, so that it slid in and out.

 

Suddenly, there was a flash of light from the side. Frank turned to look.

"The camera was timed" she said. "I thought you'd love to have a picture of yourself sucking dick, to go with your other girlie photos."

Frank was *so* scared now. If anyone ever saw any of those photos, his reputation would be ruined. He would be in *so* much trouble! He was trembling in fear. He felt an inner panic. This woman had a power over him now. This was not what he wanted! He wanted good old-fashioned domination. But instead, he was being turned into a woman. It felt *so* terrible to be controlled like that. This wasn't his fantasy! It had all spun madly awry, and he felt completely powerless.

"Now sit here at the table Molly, so I can paint your nails, and put on your makeup."

Frank's mind raced as he tried to think of what he'd do to get this torture to end. This was far worse than what the Russians had done to him! That was just physical pain. But this was the destruction of his manhood!

As he sat there in a daze, Destiny put long fake nails onto his, then painted them a bright pink color. She put all sorts of things on his face, like he saw his wife do to herself. He knew what mascara and lipstick was, but he didn't know what all the other powders and brushes were for.

Destiny took some more pictures, and showed him his face in the mirror. She gave him a purse, and told him to put it over his shoulder. He did so, and she told him to look inside. There, was a giant dildo, even bigger than the one at the end of her strap-on.

"Now I want you to touch yourself with that all over" she said. "And then suck on it, like you mean it. Like you *want* it. Be enthusiastic. Or else."

Frank had no choice but to do as she asked. He touched himself all over with the dildo, as Destiny snapped one photo after the next.

"Put it up to your crotch, close your eyes and smile" said Destiny. "Tilt your head back. That's a good girl."

After taking enough directions from her, she finally had him work it over with his mouth.

"Lick your lips, and open your eyes really wide as you slide it in, as if you're surprised how huge it is" said Destiny. Snap! Snap! Frank was seeing spots from all the flashes of the camera. She smiled as she uploaded them to her computer, telling him to keep going at it. She returned a few moments later, with four pieces of paper.

They were printouts, showing Frank sucking on her, playing with the dildo himself, a full body shot dressed as he was, and a close-up of his face with all the makeup on. There was no mistaking it for him. He didn't look like a pretty woman; he looked like a man in a dress. More specifically, he looked like himself, but made up as a woman.

"Stand by the wall" she said sternly. "Lean over, with your hands on the wall. You will *not* remove your hands until I tell you that you may."

Frank knew it was coming. The moment he dreaded. He leaned forward, and felt her pull up his skirt in back. Then she pushed the thong from his panties to the side. And ever so gently at first, she slide the strap-on into him. She started to go at him now, harder and harder. And as she did so, she spoke.

"Now you are completely mine. My *slave*. But in a way, we have only started. You're still *thinking* of doing something other than what I want. You're going along with my orders out of fear. But don't worry my dear girl. In time, you will be so much mine, that you will *want* to do what I want, even more than whatever you may want for yourself. You will come to truly serve me."

Frank groaned as she thrusted herself in and out.

"This is just a small one" she said. "We'll work our way up to larger ones in time. As you become more and more mine, you will *want* whatever I want. I might decide that I want you to become a she-male. And if I do so, you *will* become one, and you *will* like it. Or I may want you to become a real girl, and get that useless thing chopped off from between your legs. Look how puny it is compared to your dildo."

"Ugh!" said Frank in fear and inner pain.

"Or I might just make you *want* to be with other men, instead of women. But one thing is certain: *I* control you and your destiny now. I am going to change everything. Your life will never be the same."

Flash, flash, flash, the camera went off again and again, as she nailed him from behind. Tears formed in Frank's eyes as he realized what these images would look like. He had never been so scared in all his life. This was *much* worse than any physical pain that she might have inflicted on him.

 

When she was done, the time was up, and Frank was to go home.

"I have homework for you" said Destiny. "You will show up here tomorrow, and you will be wearing a bra and panties. You will go to the store, and buy a new pair for yourself. They must be red, lacy and silky."

She handed him a pair of shoes.

"These are women's flats. You will wear them home, and you will have them on when you show up tomorrow. Just so that you know you are walking in *women's* shoes at all times."

 

Frank walked home, glad that it was dark out. He was dressed as a woman, and he prayed that nobody would recognize him. He arrived home without incident, and went to get undressed right away. But there were a couple of problems. First, the wig. It was glued on, and it just would not budge. He pulled with all his might, but the tough glue had bonded with his hair. It was stuck on.

But even worse, the glue on the breast forms was just as bad, and no matter what he did, he just could not get them off! He was stuck with boobs on his chest, and his wife would be home any moment! A sense of total dread an loss of control over his whole life swept over him. What was he gong to do?

 

* * *

 

The next day, Frank showed up on time, as promised.

"Now just in case you've had any doubts" said Destiny, "lets review the results for the first day. In just one hour, I have you dressing like a girl, in public. I have you going out and buying panties and bras for yourself. I even have you sucking dildos. Do you understand now just how powerful I am, and how utterly *weak* and pathetic you are? Now get on your knees, and show me that you understand your place. You're just a weak little girl, and I am a powerful, strong *woman*. You only *wish* that you could be like me."

Frank fell to his knees right away. He realized that he really *was* her total slave, and that there was nothing he could do now. She *was* powerful, and he *had* serve her.

"Notice how I'm putting hot water to warm this up" she said, showing him a strap-on, with a bigger dildo attached than the one from the previous day. She blindfolded him as he held it in his hands.

"Open your mouth, slave. Just like yesterday, you're going to take it in."

He opened wide and felt his mouth get filled. But unlike yesterday, this one felt softer and warmer. He decided that it must have been from the hot water. But it didn't feel as smooth as the one yesterday, and it didn't taste like plastic.

Suddenly, there was a burst of warmth and a terrible taste in his mouth.

"Hold your arms out" said Destiny.

But something was wrong. She was standing *behind* him. It wasn't her with the strap-on that he had been sucking. Frank's heart pounded and a terrible dread came over him, even worse than the previous day. Destiny removed the blindfold, and Frank now saw a terrible sight: a man standing before him. He had just done a man.

Destiny had a video camera that she had set up once he was blindfolded. She had the whole thing on tape.

"Do you think your parents would like to see the video?" asked Destiny.

"No! What have you done to me???" said Frank

"Don't protest honey, or I'll have to gag you again" she said. "You know what I'm doing to you. I'm turning you into a loose woman. The kind of woman who will do any guy she sees. That's what I've decided you'll be Molly. A real bimbo, who's only thoughts are of how she's going to get laid next. I hope you like your new future Molly, because there is nothing you can do to escape it."

 

The first man pulled up his pants and went away. A moment later, another man walked into the room.

"Molly, this is Herbert. As him if he wants to be sucked, or if he'd prefer to do you from behind."

"Um, Herbert, er, how do you want me to do you?" said Frank in a barely audible whisper.

"I want to do you from behind. Definitely from behind" said Herbert, as he undid his belt.

"You heard him Molly. Drop your panties and pull up your skirt for him."

 

 

For the next two full weeks, Frank 'serviced' a string of men at Destiny's request, one after the next. After a while, he really did start to feel like he was a woman. He was just numb now, automatically doing whatever Destiny told him. It didn't matter anymore. His life was ruined. It was easier to escape from reality by pretending that he *was* a woman named Molly. Then what he was doing was all right. The more he played it in his mind, the more it made sense to him.

"You are so much my slave now" whispered Destiny into his ear, "that it is no longer possible for you to even think of disobeying me, isn't it? You just do what I want. You have become completely mine. Are you happy to be my slave girl?"

"Yes, I am" said Frank.

"Good. Then put on the maid's outfit, and go clean the windows."

Frank spend the next few hours cleaning around the office area, the lobby, and the room where Destiny did her work. When he was done with everything, he reported back to her.

"Good girl" she said. "Follow me."

Frank eagerly followed her to the office. She handed him a suit-bag.

"In here is a secretary's outfit" she said. "I have decided that for the time being you will serve me by being my secretary. You will report for work here each day at 9:00am sharp. You will work a full day as my secretary, doing whatever I tell you to do. That might include doing things to new clients. Or having them do things to you. Do you understand, my dear?"

"Yes" said Frank.

"Good. Now you won't be paid for your work, because you and I have a contract. You are paying *me*, remember? Good. I'll see you tomorrow, when you'll start you new life as my secretary. Have a good night Molly."

"Good night Destiny" said Frank.

 

When Frank walked out the door, Destiny sighed. He had been so easy. The tough men were always more fun to break though. He was completely obedient now, and she controlled him in every way. If he ever did back-slide, she decided that she'd turn him into a she-male, and turn him loose on the street. But he was completely broken, and there wasn't much of a danger of that occurring.

Destiny smiled. She had another happy, paying, slave in her harem.

  

  

  

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