A Fetish Doll For Mommy

by Barbie Satin

  

There is a very old saying," Be careful what you wish for because you might just get it." My fathers name had been James Bradley. He had been a CEO of a top Wall Street investment firm. My father didn't climb to the top by being a good guy. He was a total prick who would stab anyone he had too in the back to climb the corporate ladder. He also treated his subordinates from his top officers to his secretary like chattel. He was an abuse jerk who would tell his employees that when he said jump they were simply to ask how high.

My father was also a pervert and a masochist. Like many powerful men who were abusive at work he would often slip away from the office to head to the dungeons in Midtown to visit a professional dominatrix on his extended lunch hours. James had a fetish for gorgeous, young blondes in leather. His ideal fantasy involved Barbie doll type blondes in crotch high kid leather boots, long kid leather gloves and tight leather corsets. If his blonde Barbie doll Mistress also smoked he would fall into to total submission.

Money was of no concern whatsoever to him as he sought out his perfect Mistress. He was a client of New York's most upscale and private dungeon. He was also known as what the dominants would call a slut. A client who would take sessions with several dominants and not devote himself to just one. James liked variety in his kinky games. He would even hire up to five dominants at once to abuse him. He adored being bound, whipped and burned with cigarettes and for his mouth to be used as an ashtray. He would at times take extended sessions where he would serve as an ashtray, urinal and ass licker to all the females of the house. His sessions would always end the same way. A gorgeous, blonde leather dominant would masturbate him with $800 kid leather gloves as she smoked. It was his ultimate fetish and in the end his ultimate downfall.

It was on one of his lunchtime excursions that he met her. The receptionist at "The Institute" told him they had a new Mistress just in from Sweden. Her name was Lady Isis and she was a 20-year-old blonde leather specialist. My fathers life as he knew it ended that day. Lady Isis was a 6' foot tall living doll. She had long, straight platinum blonde hair with golden blonde highlights that fell down to her perfect ass. An 18" inch waist and perfect E cup breasts. Her face had an artificial beauty about it. A small, dainty upturned nose, lips too full to be real and chiseled cheekbones. Her eyes were cold and ice blue. She wore ultra long false upper lashes, lower lashes and blood red lip-gloss. Her face would have been perfect with no make up but she loved ultra exotic look. Heavy cream eye shadows and heavy black eyeliner for the cat eyes look.

Lady Isis also had a taste for the most expensive of kid leathers. She was also a smoker who preferred brands like Virginia slims 120's, Sherman 164's and other ultra longs. When she would smoke she didn't just smoke her cigarette, she made love to it.

James had no chance with her. She was every perverse dream he had ever had come true. James was no longer the house slut after his first session with her. He became her devoted property.

 

Chapter 2

James lavished Lady Isis with expensive gifts. Custom made leather boots, mini dresses, cat suits, ultra long Italian kid gloves and even leather bed sheets. He set her up in a Penthouse Apartment on Park Avenue and became her sole client. Unlike the other dominants he had seen she could control him. She would often masturbate him to the point of orgasm and then stop at the last second before she would literally kick him out of her apartment. If he was a good boy and spent enough money on her she would tie him spread eagle on the leather bed sheets and then fuck him in her leathers as she smoked. It was too much for him and he made that fatal mistake. He fell in love with her and married her.

Life for James became more complicated than he bargained for after his marriage to the ice queen. As CEO of a Wall Street firm he had to keep up certain appearances. He purchased the customary home in upscale Greenwich and began to pass off Isis as a member of a European royal family.

A man in his position was expected to marry a debutante, have the requisite 2.2 children and attend all the right social events. There was no way Isis was going to ruin her perfect, surgically created body by having a child so my father talked her into adopting one. It seemed like the perfect solution to him. It would increase his social standing in the community making him look like a philanthropist. James made a few phone calls and set the wheels in motion. Isis even thought it would be fun to raise a daughter in her own twisted image. She talked my father into her plan to adopt a girl of eleven or twelve years of age. Isis began burning up the credit cards purchasing all she needed to turn one of the large bedrooms in the house into an ultra feminine pink satin fantasyland for the daughter she anticipated. Her daughter was to be raised in the most luxurious satins and leathers imaginable. She stocked a walk in closet with pink satin party dresses; sumptuous satin lingerie, corsets and gloves for what she anticipated would be her little protégé in perversion. There was a king size canopy bed with pink satin curtains and pink satin bed sheets. One wall was a mirror and the other three were adorned with satin curtains. She had dreams of raising a girl to be a princess. She also had darker desires of a lesbian sex slave that she kept to herself. An appointment was made for the couple to interview potential adoptees at a state orphanage in upstate Connecticut.

 

Chapter 3

My name was John Kelley at one time. My parents both died in a car crash when I was just five years of age. My mother and father were both only children themselves and my grandparents had either passed on or were too infirm to take me in. I was placed in an orphanage by the state soon after the funeral.

All the couples that would come to adopt wanted a baby and not a child my age. Life at the orphanage was hell on earth for me. I was one of those pretty boys the jocks and bullies loved to torment. The facility had strict rules that kept the other boys from physically abusing me but that didn't stop them from emotionally abuse. I grew up hearing the words sissy and faggot on a daily basis. My only friends were the girls and I didn't mind that at all. Despite my feminine looks I was a normal boy with an abnormally precocious sex drive. Before I could even make cum I had learned to masturbate and have dry orgasms. I spent a lot of time locked in a stall in the boys' bathroom masturbating and living in my minds own fantasies to escape the harsh realities of my life.

It was a few weeks before my 12^th birthday when they came to adopt. The facility had a rule that all perspective parents had to interview children of both sexes. I was taken to the interview room and introduced to Mr. And Mrs. Bradley. My first impression of the man was that he was an arrogant asshole. He just had that look about him. She however took my breath away. She was tall, blonde and had a face like a Barbie doll. She wore a full-length mink, white satin blouse and a long leather skirt and short leather gloves. She made the most beautiful women I had seen on television look average by comparison. I just couldn't help myself and soon felt my pants tent out as my cock hardened. To make matters worse she was starring at my crotch and I can swear I saw her lick her lips. I was blushing with shame as she cupped my chin in her gloved hand. "My my, little one" she cooed. "You would have made a better girl than a boy, so pretty!" Her words stung me with deep humiliation even as the touch of her glove and the smell of the leather made my cock even harder.

She then excused herself and took Mr. Bradley out into the hall. I pressed my ear to the door to listen to what they were saying. I couldn't hear all of it but I could pick up on the fact that they were arguing. I overheard her say that plans had changed and her telling him to shut up and comply. I could swear I heard him say, "Yes Mistress."

She came back into the room alone and simply told me I was to have a new mommy. She even gave me a kiss right on the mouth that reduced me to a puddle of goo. She stroked my face with that soft leather glove and told she was going to love and care for me. I went back to the dorm and waited for the confirmation and all the paperwork to be finished. At long last I was to be free of the torment of the boys!

A week later the adoption was final. I had my bags packed and soon a limousine pulled up to the front of the building to take me to my new life. I didn't know much about my new parents except that they were filthy rich. No matter what I was going too it had to be better than the orphanage.

 

Chapter 4

When Isis had returned home after the trip to the orphanage she was more excited than she had been in the year since she had married the rich turd. She hated the fat, pig like bastard more than anything on earth. She knew when she married him that it would only be a matter of time before she would put her plan into action and be rid of him. Not only would the child be a wonderful play toy but would be insurance that all his billions would go to her once he was dead.

Isis told James that since she was now going to have a child to care for she would need a new domestic staff and of her choosing. She made a few calls to her former dungeon in New York and soon had two gorgeous, young submissive maids in her employ. She also decided it was time to ratchet up her dominance of James. Her new maids Candy and Vixen and would be very useful in helping her to take total control of the pig. Isis instructed James to take his vacation time so that they could spend the week playing before the arrival of young John.

Candy Pink and Vixen LeTush were both blonds with perfect bodies and submissive lesbian leather and satin fetishists. The sight of two luscious little lesbians in leather maids uniforms eating her pussy and ass as she smoked would drive James to insanity. The two maids would also be useful in other ways. Isis had a lot to arrange for her new play toys arrival and needed the girls to keep James in a state of arousal while she was occupied. Isis also had to make calls and order some supplies. Not only was Isis a leather fetish mistress but she also had considerable skill as a rubber nurse. Skills she had no need to use on James until now. Soon his own perversions would be his undoing and she would start a life of unimaginable fetish decadence.

Isis also made calls to former clients. A few of them were lawyers and one doctor. Once her plans for James had come to fruition she would have to make the boy disappear from the official register until he turned at least 18.

Candy and Vixen arrived the next morning. Isis dressed them both in short, leather maids' uniforms, crotch high lace up leather boots with 7-inch heels and shoulder length kid leather gloves. That morning Isis decided to wear an over bust leather corset and cinched her waist down to 17 inches. She wore her most expensive pair of kid leather boots and gloves. Her make up was beyond exotic and she was dripping in diamonds. She passed around packs of custom made 240mm cigarettes to Candy and Vixen and waited for James to wake up.

As soon as James descended the spiral staircase his eyes about popped out of their sockets. The sight of three leather-clad goddesses smoking the exotic long cigarettes gave him an instant erection and drove him into a state of total lust. James was commanded to crawl like an animal on all fours to one of the playrooms in the house. He was soon restrained in leather shackles to a bedpost as he was forced to just watch Isis smoke as the two gorgeous maids serviced her. It didn't take long before he was begging and promising to do anything for relief. James didn't know it then but that relief was never to come. He was to never have another orgasm for the rest of his short life.

By the second day James found himself strapped to a bed of leather. His mouth stuffed full of piss soaked cigarette butts. His poor tormented cock was encased in a pin jacket that would allow him to become almost fully erect but not quite all the way. As soon as he would approach a full erection the needle sharp spikes would dig into the tender flesh of his sex. There were electrodes on his balls that were constantly pulsating and a giant electrified dildo up his ass. His urethra was catheterized and an IV drip provided a constant stream of the drug Viagra and a mild hypnotic. The women took turns tormenting him. Burning his flesh with cigarettes, whipping him with single tail whips and verbally abusing him. My adopted father didn't know it the time but he was never going to leave that room again. He knew the game had gone too far but he was also in a state of total submission. It was heaven and it was hell for him. By day three he had a feeding tube inserted into his stomach and a permanent, inflatable, flow retention bulb up his ass. His cock and balls were then injected with a mixture of Novocain and Lidocain to ensure that no matter what he could not orgasm.

Isis increased the dosage of the Viagra and then the women began taking turns riding his cock. The plan was simply to fuck him to death. By the time he expired the whip marks and burns would be healed and it would look like a simple cardiac arrest.

 

Chapter 5

The ride in the limo lasted almost two hours before I arrived at my new home. I was impressed to say the least when I saw the house. It was nothing less than a full sized mansion. The chauffer told me to just ring the bell and then suddenly drove off with my entire luggage! At the time I thought it was just an oversight that could be fixed with a simple phone call. I had hoped that only my new mother would be home and not the man. I did feel a little guilty about that thought.

It was my new mother who answered the door. I was going to say hello but I could not even speak at the sight of her. Her face was the most beautiful and exotic sight I had ever imagined. She was wearing false eyelashes over an inch long, blue glitter eye shadow, red glitter lip-gloss and extreme eyeliner. She was wearing an outfit that made my cock grow hard in an instant. A short, ultra tight black leather mini dress that barely contained her gigantic breasts, long leather boots and a pair of shoulder length, shiny black leather gloves to went up to bat wing points above her shoulders.

I found myself in a state of total arousal and confusion. Before I could gather my thoughts she was pulling me into an embrace and pushing her tongue into my mouth. "Well just don't stand there pretty one, come in." All I could do was stutter out, "yes mother." She told me then I was to always call her "mommy." It seemed a juvenile to me but I was in no state to argue. All I could do was say "Yes mommy." As I followed her into what I assumed was the living room.

She sat down on a chair upholstered in white satin and then slowly and seductively crossed her leather-clad legs. "Come here Johnny and let me have a better look at you." She practically purred. I hated the name Johnny and felt a twinge of humiliation. She told me to kneel at her feet so she could get a better look at my face.

I just did as she had told me to do and knelt in front of her. I was all alone with this woman and felt very helpless. As soon as I was kneeling she picked up a long, gold box from the table next to her chair and pulled out a very long cigarette. She handed me a gold lighter and simply said, "When mommy smokes you will light her cigarette pretty one." My hands were shaking with arousal and humiliation at being called pretty as I lit her cigarette. She took a long drag as she began to caress my face with one buttery soft leather gloved hand. My new mother leaned in close and blew the smoke slowly and seductively into my face. She then stared directly at my tented out pants and laughed. "Do you have an erection pretty one? An erection from the sight of your own new mother?" All I could do was stammer "I, I, I." She just took another drag off the cigarette as she continued stroking my face with the leather glove before telling me to stand. As soon as I was standing she grabbed my pants and tore them down to my ankles along with my underwear. I found myself standing directly in front of my new mother with a pounding hard on, fully exposed as tears of shame and humiliation poured down my cheeks.

The next thing I knew she had my cock in one leather gloved hand and began to gently stroke it. The leather felt so soft and slippery a deep moan escaped my lips. She took yet another deep drag and blew her smoke at the head of my cock before grabbing my balls and squeezing until I had no choice but to scream and drop to the floor.

Before I could move she was on top of me. My arms pinned under the knees of her booted legs. All I could do was cry as she slapped my face over and over again with her leather-gloved hands. "You filthy, dirty, horny little male beast!" "Aroused by your own mother"! As I lay there pinned and helpless she took one last drag off her cigarette and screamed at me to open my mouth. I almost passed out in horror as she spit into my mouth before grinding her cigarette butt out on my tongue. The vicious slaps started again as she commanded me to swallow the foul tasting thing.

As soon as I had swallowed the horrible thing her entire demeanor changed again. She reached back and once again began to stroke my erection with her gloved hand. Her voice once again became soft as she told me she loved me and wanted to help me with what she called my illness. "You have an illness my pretty darling boy." She told me I was what psychiatrists would call fetishist and that it was a mental disease. "Mommy can cure you sweet little baby." "Mommy can make you all better but you must obey mommy in all things." "Will you obey mommy honey?" I was so close to Cumming and out of my mind with lust for her. "Yes mmm, mommy." was all I could squeak out. At that point she pulled up her leather mini dress and fully exposed her pussy and ass. I was going into shock as she quickly turned around and sat so her anus was sealed on my mouth. "Lick mommies nasty asshole slut!" "Lick it deep you pretty little slut whore!!!" It was at that point I lost consciousness.

 

Chapter 6

I don't know how long I slept after that. When I did finally awaken I felt like I had to swim up towards consciousness. Almost as if I had been drugged. Before I could open my eyes I became aware of a wonderful sensation on my skin. It was something very, smooth and slippery. The next sensation to return was the feeling of my poor hard cock slipping and sliding on whatever it was on its own. I was so horny my cock was literally twitching.

I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful young girl I had ever seen in my life. Her head was lying on a satin pillow and her body covered with a pink satin sheet. She had on a pair of shimmering pink satin opera gloves and her wrists were tied to the bedposts with satin ribbons. As I became more aware I realized the perspective was all wrong. It was as if I was looking at her from the ceiling. Then I noticed the satin sheet was tented up at her crotch as if she had a cock at full erection. It was a mirror and I was that pretty little blonde! All I could do was stare at what I now realized was my face and the long blonde hair that framed it. I had been made up while I slept with pink lipstick, false lashes, pink eye shadow, eyeliner and blush. My eyebrows seemed to be gone and replaced with penciled in eyebrows. My lips looked fuller and my cheekbones higher. My nose wasn't right either; it reminded me of an actress I had seen named Morgan Fairchild. I let my eyes wander down my body and too my horror I noticed that the pretty girl in the mirror had very large breasts and an erection. As sensation came flooding back into my body I became aware of a strange pressure on my chest and the sensation of satin all over my body. There was also an odd constriction around my waist. It was then that I heard the sound a lighter and smelled the aroma of a cigarette.

She was there waiting for me to awaken. "Well good morning my little Missy Sissy Ribbons." she cooed in my ear. I knew at this point I had fallen into the hands of an insane woman. This time she was dressed in a shimmering hot pink satin gown exactly like the one I had seen on Marilyn Monroe in a very old movie. Before I could speak she began to massage me with through the satin sheets with her shimmering, long satin gloves. Despite my terror at what had been done to my face and body I began to write in ecstasy and her fingers found my sensitive nipples. Before I could say a word I noticed another beautiful, young blonde was in the room. This woman was also in hot pink satin but it was a little girl's party dress. She also had on long shimmering pink satin gloves and ribbons in her long blonde hair. The bizarre woman who called herself my mommy introduced her as Miss Candy Pink. Before I could utter a word Miss Candy began to oh so gently stroke my erection through the satin sheets with her satin clad hands. Mommy just kept telling me not to cum. "Missy must never cum unless mommy gives Missy permission." "Your name is Missy Sissy Ribbons now honey bunny". Mommies little shemale fetish sex doll." As Candy began to stroke my cock faster mommy asked me my name. The satin felt so wonderful and I was so aroused I gave in to her. "My name is Missy Sissy Ribbons mommy." I felt another rush of horror when I heard my own voice. It seemed an octave higher and I could not seem to control my tongue so I had a slight lisp.

Mommy and the beautiful and bizarre satin maid kept up the unrelenting pleasure as mommy explained that for my own good she had surgeons permanently alter me into what she called a Shemale. If not for the exquisite erotic pleasures the two women in satin were putting my body through I would have broken into tears.

The next thing they did was slowly pull down the satin sheet to expose my body. The feeling of the satin slipping across my body made me write in pure pleasure. All I could do was gasp as I saw my corseted and bound body for the first time. My breasts were enormous and perfect. I was at least an E cup and I was a vision of feminine perfection except for my lewd erection. I watched in fascination as Candy unzipped mommies dress. Under the satin gown she also wore a corset in hot pink satin. Mommy kept her gloves on and lit another of her ultra long cigarettes before she straddled my cock and let it sink into her soaking wet pussy. She rode me like a wild animal as she smoked with her satin gloved hands. Candy began to play with my nipples with her satin gloves and before I could help it I exploded in a mind shattering orgasm inside the woman I now called mommy.

Before I could say a word she jumped up off my cock and sealed her wet, dripping hot cunt to my mouth and let my cum pour out. I had no choice except to swallow every drop of my own cum as it poured from her musky cunt lips.

Once again I felt myself slip into darkness.

 

Chapter 7

James was nearing the end. He had been locked in the playroom now for five weeks. In that time he had almost no sleep and at all times either Isis or one of the two other leather vixens were fucking him to exhaustion and beyond. The cruel bitches kept his body pumped with drugs to keep his cock hard and to prevent any release. For over a week now all he had to drink was their piss. His only food was a disgusting mush they force fed to him through a tube. The once mighty James Bradley was even reduced to licking their assholes clean after they shit.

Isis had called the firm and informed the company that James was very sick and had to have total bed rest. The fool had signed a will leaving 50% of his considerable estate to the new son he would never get to know and the rest to the bitch who was now killing him with sex.

At the beginning of week six the chest pains started. The women just kept riding his tormented cock and began to fuck him harder than ever. There was so much sperm in his swollen balls by then that even the drugs failed to repress his orgasm. His final orgasm in life as it would turn out. Just as what felt like a quart of cum erupted in his wife's cunt he felt his heart explode. James passed away as his cock shot load after load of cum into the vagina of the world's most wealthy billionaire and most beautiful pervert who ever lived.

Isis wore black leather to the funeral. She played the part of the heart broken widow to perfection. Not a hard thing to do for a woman who began her career as a professional dominatrix at the age of 15 with a fake ID. As Candy and Vixen attended to the young shemale at home keeping her drugged and unconscious. They also kept subliminal brain washing tapes running to condition the young shemale to love bizarre fetish sex. Isis quickly consolidated all the liquid assets and arranged for the homes in the U.S.A. to be sold. She than arranged for a private jet to transport Vixen, Candy, Missy and herself to a small nation in Europe where perverse sex was the sole economy.

She also discovered that her former husband had far more money than even she knew of. The bastard was also a thief it seemed. Isis quickly transferred herself and all the money out of the reach of the US securities commission. She was about to embark on a life of total sexual depravity and had virtually unlimited funds to finance the ultimate in decadence.

Her last act in the States was to pay one last visit to James grave. She shit on it before heading off to the airport to be whisked away to the 50 square mile Queendom of Perversia on the border of France and Germany.

 

Chapter 8

Was it all some strange dream? I felt as if I had been asleep for a very long time. Once again I was struggling towards consciousness. As soon as my head began to clear I knew it had not been a dream. The first thing to assault my senses this time was an overpowering scent of leather. Once again there was a mirror. This time I was seated in leather upholstered chair sitting in front of it. My face had changed even more. Now I looked exactly like her. The long straight blonde hair and her perfect Barbie doll like features were now looking at me from the mirror. I scanned down my body to see that I was wearing an under bust leather corset. Crotch high leather lace up ballet boots and ultra long leather gloves. My breasts were even bigger than I remembered from my last awakening. I felt as weak as a new born kitten and my waist was no more than 17 inches. My make up this time was much harsher exactly as mommy would wear hers. I had been altered into an even more exaggerated version of her through plastic surgery. Only the tip of my swollen cock was showing. The rest was encased in a soft, leather sheath. Despite the sheer terror I felt at my bizarre fate I found that I was horribly aroused by my own reflection in the mirror. I was one of the most beautiful women to ever live now and I had a male sex drive and a rock hard penis.

This time I found myself alone with her. We were in a room where even the walls were upholstered in soft leathers. Mommy once again lit up one of her long all white slims. Just the sight of her holding her cigarette in her gloved hand now made me moan. I even found myself wanting to smoke just like her.

Mommy pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. As she continued to smoke she began to massage the tip of my erection with her gloved hand. I was horny out of my mind now. The leathers I was wearing were also driving me crazy. Mommy told me that I was dressed in the finest kidskin leathers that were lined in the same kidskin so I would feel the soft, shiny skins on both sides.

As she continued to smoke and stroke my swollen member she started to simply tell me the entire, terrifying truth. I learned of her plan to adopt a girl to train as a sex toy and how she changed her mind when she saw me. A gorgeous, submissive shemale was even more perverted and she was the most perverse woman alive. I was sickened when I learned of James Bradley's fate. When I was told we were in a small country in Europe where there were in realty no laws all hope for escape was stripped away. To make matters worse she told me "for a paltry $10,000,000 she was able to purchase the throne of the Queendom." I was now in an isolated mountain nation where the woman who had transformed me into a bizarre shemale sex toy was the law. My total conscious time with this woman was at most three hours to this point. She told me I had two choices. One was to fight what she had done and suffer horribly at her hands and the hands of her entire staff or I could submit to a life of extreme and exotic fetish pleasures. A life under her total control as a painted, pampered shemale fetish sex doll. The last bit of information she gave to digest broke all of my remaining will. My feet had been surgically altered so that from that day forward I would only be able to walk in ballet shoes or boots with dainty, mincing steps. A pump had been installed into my body that would release a drug to keep my penis in a constant state of erection. Even after an orgasm I would be hard as a rock and as horny as ever within seconds.

What hope did I have against a woman who at the age of just 21 years had managed to make herself the Queen of a small nation and one of the wealthiest human beings alive? I submitted to her perverted will not only because I had no choice. I found myself craving what she had offered. If I had known all that was to come I may have made the choice to struggle and attempt escape despite the hopelessness of such an escape. This is how I became the shemale sex doll known now as Princess Missy of Sissy Ribbons. I will save the story of my training as a total slut for the women and to my horror, the other shemales of the kingdom for another day.

 

The end for now.

  

  

  

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