Filthy Little Beast

by

Barbi Satin

  

I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in the world. I was just a small child but even then I knew she was an incredible beauty. Mother was nearly six foot tall with long, straight blonde hair.

She was only eighteen years old when I was born. It was just before the time when medical science could determine the sex of an unborn child. If she had known she was carrying a male child I have no doubt she would have terminated her pregnancy. She would have terminated me! She only married my father Jim Slattery so that she could have a child. A girl she could raise in her own image. She had an irrational belief that her body could only produce a female child.

It all went wrong on the day I was born. I was a breach baby and the doctors had to perform surgery to save my life. A surgery that took away her ability to ever give birth to another child and left her with a pure hatred of me.

From the beginning of my life it was my father who cared for me. My mother may have hated me but my dad was thrilled to have a son. Dad did all he could to shield me from my mother and her vile hate. I do remember that my bedroom was painted pink and my closets were full of the most expensive clothing you could imagine. The problem was that all the clothing was meant for a little girl. There was a toy chest filed with dolls and other girly toys. Dad always made sure I had toy trucks and other boy toys to play with.

When I did play with my toys I had to be very quiet. When I would make noise or run around like a normal boy my mother would burst into my room screaming at me. She always called me a filthy little beast. If my dad was at work she would make me remove my cloths for what she called a discipline session. I may have been very young but those so-called discipline sessions were burned into my mind.

When my dad was home I felt very safe playing like any normal boy. Dad would spend hours after work playing with me out in our back yard. We would play catch or play with my toy trucks in the sand. When we would come inside it was always the same. My mother would be furious with my father for allowing me to get "filthy". I would go to my room and then hear them shouting at each other for hours. She would always rant on and on about the way he was encouraging me to act like a disgusting male.

My dad tried to be home all he could to protect me from mother. He did have to make a living however and at times he would be away for the entire weekend. It was at those times that my dad was away that my mother would get her revenge on me.

I would try to be quiet and well behaved while dad was away. If I made the slightest noise however mother would come bursting into my room. She would always start by screaming at me that I was a filthy little beast and needed to learn a severe lesson. She would order me to remove "Those disgusting boy cloths" and then report to her room when called.

It was usually about half an hour before I would hear the dreaded call to report. With each passing second the fear would grow worse at what was to come. I will never forget standing in my room waiting naked and helpless while she would prepare herself for my punishment session.

It always stated the same way. I would hear her yell, "Get your dirty little ass in here NOW"! I found out through hard experience that not going just made it worse. When I would get to her bedroom I was always ordered to drop to my knees and crawl to her with my head bowed low. I would crawl to her my hands and knees trembling with pure terror. In time I also started to feel a strange sense of anticipation about her punishments. It was almost as if I began to crave them.

Her preparations for my punishment were always the same. She would tie her long blonde hair into a severe bun and put on extreme make up. She would wear long false eyelashes, heavy black eyeliner and blood red lipstick. Her beautiful but severe face always mesmerized me. My mother was beautiful without any make up but in her punishment make up she was a goddess. She also wore a special outfit for my punishments. It was always a skintight, shiny black leather halter dress that could barley contain her massive breasts with a tight, black leather corset under her bust line over the dress reducing her waist to no more than 17 inches! Long black kid leather gloves and a pair of crotch high lace up leather boots with extreme heels completed the punishment outfit.

When I would arrive at her feet I would hear the sound of mothers' lighter. She would always start by lighting one of her Virginia Slims 120's. She would cup my chin in her gloved hand and bring her face within inches of mine. She would take a drag on her long white cigarette and blow the smoke directly into my face. My eyes would water and I would choke but I didn't dare try to escape from the blowing streams of smoke. Mother would always speak to me in a soft and seductive voice during this part of my punishment.

She would caress my face with her leather glove and command me to keep my mouth open to serve as her ashtray. I loved the touch of her glove despite my terrible fear of what would come later. "Look in mommies eye, mommies beautiful cruel eyes little boy". "Feel mommies gloves, my beautiful, shiny, soft kid gloves". "Watch mommy smoke little man, look at mommies cigarette". "You want to obey mommy in all things". "Look at mommies leathers, her soft shiny leathers". "Look at mommies lipstick on the filter". She would keep up this "mantra" for as long as she was smoking her cigarette. When she had smoked her cigarette down to the butt she would command me to stick out my tongue. Mother would then slowly allow her saliva to drip from her mouth on to my tongue and then grind her cigarette out on it. The taste was horrid to say the least.

Her demeanor would change then and the verbal abuse would start. She would shriek that it was a privilege to serve as an ashtray for a leather goddess! Just as my gag reflex would kick in she would cover my mouth and nose with her leather clad hand and command me to swallow "her divine gift". Once I would swallow her cigarette butt at least some of the taste would be gone. She would then keep her gloved hand over my mouth and nose and command me in a stern voice to smell her glove. "Smell mommies glorious leathers, smell the leather and smoke". As I would breath in the intoxicating odor of her leather glove she would tell me that I was an inferior male and born to serve and suffer.

She would order me to my feet next. I was to turn around and place my hands behind my back. She would put me into a set of leather cuffs, as tears would pour down my face.

Mother would strut across the room with an exaggerated bump and grind to pick up the strap She would pick up the black leather strap and make a show of slapping it into her gloved hand, The sound of the leather strap slapping against her leather gloved hand would always make me whine in terror. The sound of her seven-inch heels clicking on the floor would always be the last sound I heard before she would take a seat and pull me across her leather-covered lap.

Then it would start, she would bring the strap down across my buttocks with all her strength. After each devastating stroke with the strap I was required to say, "Thank you mother for the punishments I so deserve". She always gave me fifty whacks but if I failed to give her a proper thank you she would start again at one. As the strap would bite into my buttocks I would squirm. Every time I squirmed to try to wriggle out of the way of the vicious strap my little pee pee would rub on her soft, shiny kid leather skirt sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. By the time the strapping would end I would be sobbing uncontrollably but my little pee pee would be stiff. Mommy would then play with my little nipples. Her gloved fingers flicking and rubbing them. My tears would soon turn to soft moans of pleasure as her buttery soft, slippery leather clad fingers massaged my little nubbins. My little cock would start to throb and the muscles in my groin would make it rise, throb and lift up. As mommy would play with my nipples she would make me tell her I loved her and how much I wanted to obey her.

All the while this was going on she would laugh at me and tell me that I was a worthless and disgusting creature who would always be under her control. The session would end when she would slap me hard across the face and tell me to get out of her sight.

 

Chapter 2

It all came to end one weekend while my father was away on business. I was playing in my room trying to keep very quiet when I had a sudden urge to make my mother as angry as I could. As much as I feared the strap my desire for mommy in her leathers was stronger than my fear. I was about to slam my toy truck into the wall when I had another idea.

I quietly crept down the stairs and then crawled on my hands and knees to her. She was sitting on the couch smoking one of her Virginia Slims. Mother was wearing a long black satin gown holding her cigarette in a short black leather glove. She looked down at me and demanded to know why I was not in my room. "Please mommy, I have been bad and need to be punished". I couldn't believe what I was doing! Mommy actually smiled and told me that she knew this day would come. Mommy told me to go back to my room and wait for her to call me.

While I was waiting in my room I was very scared as always but I was more excited than scared. My little pee pee was already stiff when I heard her voice call to me. This time when she called to me she didn't scream. "Come here honey bunny, mommy wants to play".

Our little ritual started out the way it always did. I crawled to her on my hands and knees head bowed low. When my mommy took my chin I her gloved hand and lifted my head I let out a gasp. Mommy was always gorgeous in her punishment outfit but this time she was truly a goddess beyond all dreams of bizarre and exotic beauty.

Mommy was still dressed all in shiny, black leather but this was an outfit I had never seen before. Instead of the usual lace up leather boots she was wearing a pair that were pure black kidskin that zipped up the sides. These boots had heels that were steel spikes that went to needle sharp points. Instead of her leather dress she wore an under bust black leather corset and a new pair of ultra long kid gloves that went all the way up to her shoulders and ended in points. That was all she was wearing!

My mothers' huge breasts were full exposed. I would find out later in life that she had undergone a special surgery to become a full E cup. Her nipples were very long and pierced with big steel rings. I felt my head start to swim and feared I would pass out when I saw the pink slit between mommies' legs. She had no pubic hair at all and the lips of the slit were also pierced with steel rings. Her slit was glistening and giving off a musky odor. For the first time ever she had left her glorious blond hair down. Even her make up was different. Her lips were done in red glitter and her eyes in silver and blue glitter eye shadow. Her long false lashes were over an inch long and her eyeliner was even heavier than usual. Mommy looked like a demented Barbie doll!

"Does mommies pathetic little boy like mommies new punishment outfit"? All I could do was to gasp out, "Oh yes mommy, I love it so much". "Yes little boy, mommy is a Goddess in leather to be worshipped"! Mommy asked me what I had done to deserve punishment then. I wasn't sure what to say since I hadn't really done anything bad. I didn't even know what had driven me to beg her to punish me. I swallowed hard and just said, "I deserve to be punished for just being a little filthy boy Mommy"! It was the first time I ever saw her smile. It wasn't a sweet smile but more like an evil grin of victory.

"Does my filthy little man want mommy to smoke, does my dirty boy want to be mommies ashtray"? I found my self begging her to please smoke and use my mouth as her ashtray. Mommy told me that I had to earn that "divine privilege" from now on. "Lick my boots, Lick mommies lovely leather boots slave". She had never called me slave before. I didn't have time to think about it however. Mommy thrust her booted foot out and commanded me to start at the heels. As I began to lick I felt my little pee pee getting even stiffer. "Now work your way up to my thigh little slave" she purred. "I began working my way up loving the smell and taste of her buttery soft leather boots. As I was licking she kept up a torrent of insults. I was a "filthy little bootlicker". She called me a sick little boy with a stiff cock aroused by his own mother. When I reached the top of her boot where her stockings met her garters she abruptly grabbed the back of me head in her gloved hand. I suddenly found my face only an inch from the wet slit between her legs. Mommy just ordered me to watch what she was doing. She started rubbing her wet slit with one leather clad finger. As she rubbed her finger up and down her slit she started to moan and her slit started to drip a little. All I could do was watch in fascination as mommy thrust one finger deep into her hole. When mommy pulled her finger from her hole the finger of her leather glove was soaking wet. Mommy then screamed at me to open my filthy mouth. She pushed her wet finger into my mouth and commanded me to suck it clean. I let out a little moan as I licked mommies juice off her glove. Her juice was so sweet that I found myself wanting more.

"Does mommies filthy, perverted little man like the taste of Cunt"? Mommy then pushed my face into what she had called her cunt and told me to lick. As I began to work my tongue up and down her slit she started to moan and growl. She was trembling and calling me names. Filthy, perverted nasty boy licking mothers hot cunt"! Stick that tongue in mommies CUNT"! The more I licked and sucked the more she moaned. When I ran my tongue over the little knob at the top of her slit she let out a shriek and her hole started gushing. Mommy yelled for me to drink her cum, all her sweet goddess cum. I tried to keep up and swallow all her delicious juice but it was just pouring out of her.

Her hole seemed to gush forever and I drank as much as I possibly could. When at long last it stopped mommy pushed me away from her hole.

She took a few moments to compose herself and then told me to straddle her lap. As I sat in her lap mommy told me I had earned the reward of her leather and smoke.

Mommy reached for a cigarette. I had expected that she would have her Virginia slims ready but this time she picked up a gold colored box. "Mommy is going to smoke her special ciggys today for you little man, she cooed. She told me they were her Sherman 164's and she only smoked them on very special occasions. She placed the longest cigarette I had ever seen between her lips and lit it. There was something about the sight of her holding it in those leather gloves that made my little pee pee grow hard as a rock. Mommy told me to open my mouth as she took a drag. I had expected her to drop her ashes in my mouth as usual but instead she sealed her mouth over mine and exhaled deep into my throat. As she exhaled her tongue shot forward into my mouth. Between the smoke entering my lungs and the incredible sensations of mommies hot, wet tongue slithering in my mouth I started to feel faint again.

When mommy finally pulled away from the kiss she took another drag on her cigarette and started blowing the smoke into my open mouth. As she continued to smoke she took her other leather-gloved hand and started to gently caress my little pee pee. The buttery soft, shiny leather gloves felt incredible on my little organ. I was beginning to moan as she started to talk to me I the softest voice I had ever heard from her. "Does my little man want mommy to love him"? Do you want mommy to love you"? I wanted her to love me so badly, I had dreamed of a loving mommy for so long. "Oh mommy I want you to love me, please love me". "Mommy can't love a little boy, mommy only loves little girly girls sweetie". "Do you want to be mommies sweet little girl"? "Mommies dainty, sweet satin doll"? "Mommy will make you have a cum if you say yes sweetie".

I wanted her love so bad, I needed it more than anything so I said yes, "Oh mommy please make me your sweet satin girl"! Mommy told to turn around and lie back in her arms. As my head fall back between her enormous breast mommy lit another cigarette and told me to watch in the mirror. Her Sherman 164 was dangling in her glittery lips as she began to stroke my pee pee and play with my nipples with her gloves. I was moaning and squirming as she began to sweetly whisper that I was to become her precious satin princess. Her dainty wittle satin dolly girl. I started to cry out as she pumped my little cock faster and faster until I felt myself stiffen. I cried out to my mommy as I felt the most incredible sensations. It was like an electric current had shot through my little cock and then through my entire body. It was the most wonderful thing I could have ever imagined. It was my first orgasm in life.

It was at that very moment I was crying out in orgasm that the door burst open. My father had unexpectedly returned home. It was all such a blur then. Mommy told me to leave the room. I ran back to my room feeling a mix of shame and excitement. I heard them yelling at each other then. I had heard my mother and father fight before but never like this. I went back into the hall to listen then. I heard my dad saying, "Monica you have lost your god damned mind again". She screamed at him then that her name was DeMonica and how dare he question his goddess, a future queen and daughter of queens!!! I heard him scream a few times and knew then that mommy also punished daddy. The last thing I heard was him screaming, she yelled at him that she had no choice and that the fate of all of humanity was on the line.

I went back into my room then and cried myself to sleep. I was just so confused by it all.

 

Chapter 3

It was the very next day that dad came to my room and helped me pack. He told me that we were leaving and wouldn't be coming back. I found out later that he was divorcing my mommy and she had agreed to let him have sole custody of me. I made a terrible scene that day. My dad had to pull me from the house kicking and screaming. I wanted to be with mommy and be her girl. I remember mommy was crying as he took me away. I heard her yell to me as daddy was putting me in the car. "Don't worry princess, mommy will get you back someday".

My dad had arranged a transfer to an office in another State and soon we were living thousands of miles from mommy. I soon started school and the visits to the doctor. My dad sent me to a special doctor called a psychiatrist. His name was Dr. Bergen and he seemed to want to know all about my mommy and her punishments. He made me very angry when he told me my mother was a very sick woman. He even tried to make me forget all about her through what he called hypnosis. I always pretended that what he was doing was working and just went along with it. I had him fooled! He never did put me under and I never forgot my leather goddess. I would lie in bed alone at night and have fantasies about her, as I would play with my cock.

My life was pretty much normal from then on. My dad never did marry again but he did have a few girlfriends. I came to understand in time that my father was a pervert himself. All the women he would bring home had that cruel look to them and often were dressed in leather. The sight of my dads' girlfriends often sent me running to my room or the bathroom to jerk off. I was what the doctor had called extremely sexually precocious. I was making myself cum up to 20 times a day even before I could ejaculate.

At school I was sort of a loner. I did quite well in my studies and bought always had at least a 3.9 GPA. I had taken after my mother in many ways, even physically as well. I was several inches shorter than the other boys my age and very thin. I was also what they called a pretty boy. All the guys would tell me I had pretty cocksucker lips.

I was also the first in my class to notice girls. I was attracted to the really pretty ones. I found that the girls who had a mean streak and a bad attitude towards me turned me on.

On my tenth birthday my dad gave me my first computer. In the information age all kids needed one for school. I was always a smart kid and soon had Windows down cold. I talked my dad into getting a DSL line and was soon surfing all over the Internet.

It was a revelation to me to say the very least. I discovered the world of female domination, leather, latex and satin fetishism. I surfed to sites about forced feminization of males and sites with stories about mothers who had turned their sons into girls. When I found a site dedicated to cruel women in leather smoking I would spend hours looking at the preview photos and jerking off. My grades did start to suffer but not too much. It was a year and a half later when it happened.

I was surfing around one day when I found a site full of links to the websites of dungeons and professional dominants. One caught my attention immediately. The dungeons of Goddess DeMonica, The worlds most demented leather BITCH!

I clicked the link and let out a gasp. It was her website! I had found my mother at last. The opening photo on the site was of my dear mommy dressed all in red leather smoking a cigarette and a shemale slave was licking her asshole. I pulled out my cock and played with myself as I stared at her photo. I soon felt myself getting close to cumming. Something was different this time about my orgasm. I soon felt something sticky and wet shooting from my cock. My first orgasm in life had been with my dear mommy and now my first wet orgasm was happening while I was seeing her photo for the first time in so many years!

After I came I spent hours reading everything on her site. It would seem that after my father left her and took me along she went to work as a professional dominatrix and opened her own dungeon. She had assembled the most beautiful and perverse women in the world to cater to every fantasy and fetish imaginable. Her dungeon boasted three leather dungeons, a forced fem nursery in pink satin, two latex fantasy rooms and even a surgical suite with an on call certified sadistic plastic surgeon for permanent body alterations. There was long list of perversions catered to including severe cigarette torture by burning, urine enemas and full toilet training.

There was Latexia the cruel rubber nurse with a fully equipped European style "Rubber Hospital". A tall raven-haired beauty in shimmering black latex. Princess Tickles, The pink satin princess of tickle torment and forced fem. When I was looking at Princess Tickles photos I just had to masturbate again. She was a living Barbie doll in a pink satin little girl's party dress, long satin gloves and a pair of satin crotch high boots. Her ad read, "This little girl likes to pull the wings off flies". The satin Tickle Goddess looked like she was my mothers' twin. In her photos she was all in pink satin party dresses, satin gloves and even pink satin boots!

Mommy even had a few drop dead gorgeous shemales on her staff. A tall blonde shemale in leather named Vixen and a submissive shemale in shimmering pink satin appropriately named Satin!

There was an email link to write to the dungeon to arrange appointments. I took a deep breath and began to compose a letter my dear mommy.

"To my dearest mommy, my Goddess.

I have missed you so very much since that awful day my father stole me from you. Not a day has gone by that I have not dreamed of your discipline and wonderful cruel love. I am still your devoted princess dear mommy. I live for the day I can return to you and be transformed into your daughter.

I know I was a disappointment to you. I was born wrong to my eternal shame. I love you my mother, my Goddess! I will suffer for you in any and all ways just for the privilege of being your ashtray once again. Please mommy, I beg you to help me find my way back to you.

My deepest love and devotion

Princess".

 

I once again took a deep breath and hit the send tab. I couldn't sleep that night at all. Thee were so many questions boiling in my mind. Had I done the right thing? Did I really want to find my way back to a life that I knew was considered by society to be the height of perversion? Would she even write back to me? The more I thought about it the more I knew my cock would make that decision for me if it were to become possible.

I checked my email before heading out to school for the day. Other than the usual spam there was nothing. Somehow I made it through the day and raced home to check my email. The letter I was waiting for was there in my hotmail account.

 

"Dear Princess"

I had given up hope of ever hearing from you again. I have searched far and wide for you and your evil father but not even the detectives I hired could find you. I do so want you with me my darling little girl. Mommy will bring you home soon to be my lover and slave.

So much has happened since you left. I am now the head goddess of a special sisterhood. A sisterhood you will be trained and indoctrinated to serve. Send me all the information you can. I need your address, phone number, your fathers' place of work and work number. Mommy will take care of all. I know your fathers weakness and will exploit it to get you back. Thank the Goddess I found you in time!!!!

Your Mommy and Goddess

DeMonica"

 

I quickly typed back with all the information she had requested. I also wondered what she found me "in time" for! I stayed in touch and exchanged emails with mommy everyday. It was about two weeks later that my dad came home with a new girlfriend. She looked very much like my mom. She had long blonde hair, a figure to die for and legs forever and she was dripping in furs and leathers. My dad introduced her to me as Celeste. When my dad introduced her as my future new mother I was very concerned. I immediately wrote to mommy and told her what had happened. She told me not to worry and that it was part of a plan to get me home to her.

One night while my dad was working late Celeste stopped by. My heart almost stopped when I saw her. She was dressed in a skintight leather cat suit, long leather boots and a pair of kid gloves. Before I knew it she took me in her arms and thrust her tongue down my throat! "Shhhh sweetie, that's a kiss from your mommy"! She told me to call her Mistress Celeste at all times and beckoned me into our living room.

Mistress opened her purse and pulled out a pack of VS 120's and a VHS videotape. She started by pulling one long, white, lovely cigarette from the pack and lighting up. My cock was instantly tenting out my jeans! "Here honey bun, pop this in the VCR and then drop those pants. I put the tape in the VCR and hit the play button and then practically tore off my jeans. Mistress told me to cuddle up to her so she could massage my poor cock while we watched a show. She took my cock in her buttery soft glove and began a slow teasing with her leather-clad fingers. If not for what came up on the television I would have been lost her sweet blue eyes. As she continued to fondle my swollen cock I saw my father on the tape. He was dressed in frilly pink satin maids uniform and begging leather clad Celeste for the privilege of serving as her toilet! My eyes almost popped out of my head as I watched my sissified father put his lips to Celeste's ass and actually eat a turd from her ass. For just over an hour I watched as my father performed like a trained dog for her! Mistress Celeste fondled me and drove me crazy the entire time but never gave me enough stimulation to shoot my load.

When the tape ended she gave me another deep kiss and told me that there were several copies of the tape. One had been delivered to my fathers' desk at work. The deal was that I was to be allowed to leave with her and go back to "The Princess" or the tape would be delivered to his board of directors and splashed all over the Internet.

Celeste told me that my mommy wanted me to wait on having a cum until I was once again with her. Mistress Celeste took the tape from the VCR and put it back in her purse. She told me she had two plane tickets and that we were leaving from LAX in three hours. She told me to run to my room and format my hard drive and then pack just one change of cloths. "Don't worry Princess, you will have an all-new wardrobe soon enough"! I hated to wipe my C drive! It had all my kinky web finds and the letters that returned me to my mommy on it. I did however see the wisdom of what Mistress had commanded and with a sigh I highlighted the C drive icon and hit format.

As we were about to leave I stopped and had one last look at what had been my home for so long. I felt tears well up in my eyes. Mistress asked me if I was OK and what was wrong. "He is my dad and he was very good to me", I told her. I sort of expected her to be angry but she licked away my tears and pulled me into a hug. For a leather Mistress who could make any male crawl like a dog Celeste was a truly sweet person. "It will be OK sweetheart", she cooed in my ear. "Someday your dads own kinks will drive him back to us and to you". She told me that he would have to accept me as his daughter someday. I looked in her eyes and just whispered "thank you". Not thank you Mistress. We both understood this was a moment outside of those boundaries.

I walked out the door with my head held high as I followed a leather goddess to my new life with mommy.

 

Chapter 4

We were on a red eye flight out of LAX to BWI and had the first class cabin all to ourselves. Mistress told me that after an hour or so she might get a little bitchy with me since she couldn't smoke on the plane. I actually sort of liked that idea! We did have a lot of time to talk with each other. She told me that she was sure my mother would be very pleased with me. She examined my bone structure and told me I had great potential to become a gorgeous shemale with a little work. I didn't ask any more questions and dozed off as I pondered what it would be like to be a shemale.

I woke up just as we hit the runway in Baltimore. Mistress Celeste told me that we had a three-hour drive ahead of us as I took a seat in her BMW. Mothers Dungeon was located in a Victorian mansion in Virginia. I had about 1,000 questions I wanted to ask her about what was to come. It was as if she had read my mind.

"All I can tell you honey is that once we arrive you must immediately remove all your clothing". She explained that at least for the moment I was still a male and that no male was allowed to be dressed in the mansion unless it was a bondage garment like a leather straight jacket. She also told me that my training was to start immediately. "You will be undergoing a form of regression therapy". I didn't know what she meant but I knew I would find out soon enough.

I was very surprised when she told me "The Queen of the mansion was looking forward to meeting me. I had assumed she meant my mother but she explained that until my transformation was complete and I had proven myself a suitable heir my Grandmother would remain in charge.

Suddenly so many things became clear to me. When I had been born male and mother was unable to have another child a chain that had lasted generations had been broken. Mistress Celeste had been instructed by my mother to tell me some of the family story during the long drive.

The "modern line" had started with my great, great, great, great grandmother. One girl was to be born to the manor and raised in a world of dominance and perversion to carry on the tradition. I had broken a chain of female supremacy that went back to 1809 in the Modern line and the year 0001 in the Ancient line. After my birth all hope had been lost for that tradition. Celeste told me that in time a plan had been formed to raise me as a girl and then through surgery turn me into a shemale. I was to become a beautiful superior shemale who would then impregnate a superior female to produce a new heir to the traditions and repair the chain and traditions of the family.

I asked her about school. How could we do all of this and not have the State of VA asking uncomfortable questions? Mistress Celeste told me that since one of the dominants at the dungeon was also a real medical doctor and a death certificate had already been filed in my name. For all intensive purposes Jim Slattery Junior no longer existed in this world.

From this day forward my name was to become Princess Barbie. All the girls in the chain had started out as a Princess and heir to the title of Queen. She also told me that it was very fortunate that my mother had begun my indoctrination into the world of extreme sexuality at such an early age. The fetish instinct has to be bred into the mind and soul early to take full effect. Once my transformation was complete and I had proven my worth my mother would then inherit all and become the Queen. In time when my daughter was ready to become a princess I would become Queen.

As a princess I was to be a submissive sexual servant of all the staff to learn humility and all the perverted arts. In time I would learn to inflict pain on inferior males. All the women in the long line of dominants had an inbred cruelty. Just as we arrived at a gated driveway Mistress told me to be prepared for anything and to obey without question. I began to shiver in a mix of fear and anticipation as we pulled up to the door.

 

Chapter 5

The house looked like a well-kept and freshly painted version of the Addams family mansion. Mistress Celeste rang the bell and a few moments later the door began to open with a creaking sound. I almost laughed in spite of myself with expectations of Lurch asking if we rang.

The person who answered the door was not even close to being like Lurch! She was a six-foot tall latex clad goddess. "I am Miss Natasha, you vill remove your garments and place them in the trash receptacle by da door. Miss Natasha spoke with a deep Russian accent. She had short-cropped blonde hair, what must have been no more than an 18 inch waist and the biggest pair of breasts I had ever seen. She was attired in a shiny tight black latex gown. It was cut to reveal almost all of her cleavage and the skirt was open in the front. Folds of shimmering latex from the gowns long skirt surrounded her latex stocking clad legs, she was also wearing a pair of shoulder length latex gloves. My mouth dropped open when I noticed that her vaginal lips were pierced and being stretched by weights that were hanging from pierced in rings.

Miss Natasha noticed that I was staring at her pussy and slapped my face so hard with her gloved hand that I was knocked off my feet. "You vill obey my every order and you vill obey now male pig". I quickly removed all my clothing to avoid yet another vicious slap. Miss Natasha ordered me to my feet then. I made the mistake of trying to cover my now erect cock with my hands. I felt my cheeks burning with shame as she slapped my hands away. Miss Natasha then took my cock in her latex gloved hand and began to gently stroke it. The rubber glove was smooth and slippery and I began to moan and pant. "Da little man likes the feel of cool latex, no"? "Obedience vill bring extreme pleasures, disobedience vill bring severe pain"! Miss Natasha then ordered me to follow her up the spiral staircase. I was told to pay close attention the rustling sound of her latex skirt and the divine latex odor it gave off as I followed her. As if to drive home a point she ran her latex gloved hands over her latex gown causing it to make an incredibly erotic crackling sound. Between the sounds she was making, her incredible beauty and the smell of her latex my cock was going crazy! A small drop of pre cum appeared at the tip. Miss Natasha wiped it up with the tip of her gloves finger and commanded me to lick her finger clean. At that point I would have done anything for her and quickly took her finger in my mouth. Her latex clad finger had a slightly bitter taste but it turned me on all the more.

She removed her finger from my mouth and made a gesture for me to follow. When we reached the top of the staircase she led me through a maze of long hallways. We stopped at set of double doors for moment. The doors were black and chained shut. In engraved gold leaf script above the doors it said, "Abandon all hope ye who enter here". I remembered the phrase from Dante's inferno. Miss Natasha told me that this was the one place in the mansion that was at least for now off limits to me. I was to never attempt to enter those doors or what I would see could cause insanity. "Behind those doors those who have come to us for life imprisonment are housed", she explained. "Each is kept in his or her fantasy land for life". Miss Natasha told me no more and beckoned me to continue on with her.

After traveling down three more long corridors we arrived at a steel door. Miss Natasha opened the door and pushed me through and slammed it shut behind me. I was in total blackness but I could smell an overpowering latex aroma. I was trembling in terror when I heard the sound of a switch being thrown. The room suddenly became flooded with white light. The walls and even the ceiling were covered in black latex sheets. There was a gynecological exam table with stirrups and heavy-duty restraints also covered in black latex in the center of the room. There were IV poles and weird rubber bags, gas masks and other devices that I couldn't even imagine what they would be used for!

As much as the equipment in the room filled my heart with fear the two women standing next to the exam table scared me even more. I recognized one from the website, it was Latexia the raven-haired rubber the nurse. She was wearing a red latex nurses uniform with black medical crosses on it, long red latex stockings and shoulder length red latex gloves. The other woman in the room was the one who was truly frightening. She was attired from head to toe in transparent latex. A transparent latex cat suit and a hood in the same latex covered her baldhead. A clear rubber bag was strapped to her leg with a tube running up to her pussy. I could see that the bag was meant to collect her piss!

I reacted on pure instinct and tried to run out the door. The next thing I knew they were pulling me by my arms to the exam table. In a matter of seconds I found myself strapped down so tightly I couldn't move an inch. As the woman in the cat suit was finishing up with the bondage straps Latexia forced a black cock shaped gag into my mouth and began to squeeze a bulb attached to it. I felt the awful thing expanding and completely fill my mouth. All I could do was stare into a mirror on the ceiling as the two latex clad females started preparing what looked like a series of injections.

Latexia started to talk to me and I wish more than anything that she hadn't. The knowledge of what was to come was worse than not knowing. " You will now receive a series of injections little one". "Allow me to introduce you Herr Doctor Gumi our resident surgeon". Latexia opened a tube of KY jelly and began to massage my stiff cock with her lubed up rubber gloves. In a few seconds I was moaning into my gag as I felt myself getting close to a mind-bending orgasm. Just as I was about to cum the bizarre doctor jabbed a hypodermic needle deep into my groin. They both laughed at my pain. Tears were running down my cheeks at this point. "Latexia explained that the injection was simply a mix of Novocain and Botox. They had injected the nerves that trigger the muscles involved in male orgasm. The Novocain was to prevent my immediate orgasm and the Botox would prevent me from having an orgasm for at least a month. Latexia was still playing with my cock but stroking it faster now. I was on the edge of orgasm but just couldn't get there. Doctor Gumi then put an IV in my arm as Latexia told me I was going to be allowed to go under for the rest of the painful injections. "Little one, we will now inject the nerves in your vocal cords and tongue then administer drugs that will leave you as weak and helpless as a baby". She told me it would all become clear to me soon enough. I started to feel very sleepy even as the nasty rubber nurse was still masturbating me with her gloves. I fell into a deep sleep a few moments later.

The Evil Doctor smiled as soon as the new princess was unconscious. Dr. Gumi the bizarre latex genius had work to do. The serums had to be a perfect DNA match to start altering the boys' hormones, nerves and genetic structure.

 

Chapter 6

I have no idea how long I was unconscious. I heard a voice calling to me through as if through a tunnel. It was her voice, mommies' voice. "Wake up my little baby, nappy time is over". As my head cleared I opened my eyes. I was lying on my back looking up into a mirror on the ceiling of the room I was in. The reflection in the mirror was all wrong. I was seeing a big baby girl in a frilly pink satin frock and a pink satin, ruffled baby bonnet with ribbon ties. I tried to speak but all that came out was a gurgle. I tried to move but I was so weak I couldn't move an inch. Feeling started to come back and I felt the soft satin on my body and the tickle of ribbons on my neck from the baby bonnet. Even my mind felt wrong to me. I was hardly able to form a coherent thought.

The next thing I remember was her face. Mommy leaned in over and looked into my eyes. I forced myself to think by sheer will power. Mommy hadn't aged a day! She was even more gorgeous than I remembered. Her nose was smaller, her lips fuller and her cheekbones higher. Her long blonde hair was down but fluffed out in a wild hair do. She was also dressed in the leathers I had dreamed of for so long. She was wearing her leather boots, corset and those incredible kid skin gloves. I felt my cock attempt to rise but there was a weird pressure stopping me from getting a full erection.

"How is mommies baby girl today, mommy loves her darling wittle satin sissy baby". "I missed you sweetheart but now we have a chance to start all over again". It was at that moment that I had an overpowering urge to use the bathroom. I couldn't even speak or move however. I tried desperately to hold it back but I just couldn't. I felt myself starting to "wet" and a second later heard the awful sound of a fart as my bowels emptied. I had never in my life felt so much shame. I felt my cheeks burning with it. The only thing I could do was to cry. Cry just like the baby I was made up to look like. To make matters worse mommy was laughing at me! "Did my wittle baby girly do a poo poo in her diaper"? "Is she a wittle Betsy wetsy"? The mess in my "diaper" felt squishy, wet and smelled terrible. I was actually bawling just like a baby now.

"Don't you worry wittle pwincess, mommy will have your nurse change you" she sneered in a voice dripping with sarcasm! I heard her call out to "Missy" to come and change the "Little poop doll". "Oh honey, you and missy will get to know each other so very well"! I looked back up into the ceiling mirror and saw Missy. She was another little blonde in a pink latex baby doll dress. Long pink latex gloves and a pair of pink latex thigh boots. Her crotch was fully exposed and even in the condition I was in I let out a gasp. Missy had a ten inch long cock sticking straight out and hard as a rock! Missy was a shemale!

I heard what sounded like wheels moving across the floor. I was able to see in the mirror that there were bringing a latex covered changing table over to my crib. The next thing I knew I was being slid off the satin sheets in the crib onto the table. My mommy was talking to the little shemale then. "Missy, are you ready to take care of your new toy doll"? I felt a stab of terror when I heard "my nurse" speak. "Oh yeth Goddess. Sissy Missy wuvs her wittle toy, I pwomise to take good care of it and feed it my yum yum. cum cum. "Mommy was praising the little shemale telling her that she was a very good little girl. All I could do was watch in revulsion as Missy began to change me. She raised the satin dress and I was wearing to reveal a pair of pink rubber bloomers that were bulging from a diaper filled with my poop. "There, there little dolly girl, mommy will feed you as soon as Missy is done". I heard Missy squeal in delight as she pulled off the diaper. "Ohhh Goddess, my dolly makes yummy smelling poopy pies"! As hard as it was to form a thought I knew this was madness.

The next thing I knew mommy was holding her leather glove over my nose and mouth and telling me to inhale her leather. She lit up the longest cigarette I had ever imagined and started blowing the smoke in my face. My cock reacted and was soon standing at full attention. "Does it feel nice my little baby, having a pretty girl like Missy clean you"? It did feel wonderful as the shemale washed my cock and ass. As soon as I was all nice and clean I felt something wonderful. A warm wetness on my cock, I looked up in the mirror to see the demented little shemale "nurse" licking my cock like it was a lollypop. While the shemale continued to pleasure me with her tongue mommy asked if I was hungry. The next thing I knew mommy had put one of her long nipples into my mouth. "Suck mommies nipple darling, drink mommies milk". Mommy took special hormones just for you sweetie so mommy can make yummy milk". I began then to suckle at my mothers' breast. Her milk began to squirt into my mouth. It tasted so sweet and for the first time in my life I felt like I had a mommy who loved me. As mommies milk continued to squirt into my mouth Missy had taken my entire cock into her mouth and was sucking on me for all she was worth. I was moaning deep in my throat as I continued to drink mommies' milk. I was so close to cuming, Oh GOD I needed to CUM! I remembered the injections then. All I could do was hang on the edge of a cliff but not go over. My balls were starting to hurt now and I felt a pressure deep in my ass like I had never felt before. Like a balloon was in there full to bursting.

At long last my mommies breasts were dry. Missy stopped sucking me then. Mommy just looked at me and in the most sarcastic tone I had ever heard from her since I was little she asked me if I wanted a yummy desert. "My wittle baby was sooo good and finished all of mommies' milk"! "Mommies wittle sissy doll gets to have more yummies now".

The next thing to enter my field of vision was mommy holding a strange device. It was a pink, plastic O ring with straps on it. Mommy forced the ring into my mouth and fastened the straps around my head. The next thing I knew mommy was lighting another cigarette and commanding me to watch in the mirror. She climbed up onto the table and began to lower herself onto my erection. "Look in the mirror little baby girl, look while leather Goddess mommy smokes and fucks you". "My head was swimming at this point. My own mother was riding my cock and moaning like a bitch in heat as she continued to smoke in her leathers. I needed to cum so bad at this point that the pleasure she was giving me was almost pain. I heard her cry out to Missy to take my mouth. Soon the little shemale was straddling my face and pumping her huge cock into the hole made by the ring in my mouth. "Ooohhhhh Goddess! "The wittle pwincess has such a wet cock sucker mouth"! My mind was screaming then. I wasn't gay and how could they do this to me. My mommy was riding me faster and faster gripping my cock with the walls of her wet cunt. It felt like heaven and it felt like hell. I felt my entire body stiffen like a board, I was going to cum and I was going to cum. "LET ME CUM"!!!!!!!!! I was there on what felt like the edge of eternity but I couldn't shoot my load to save my life! I was starting to gag as Missy kept shoving that monster cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. Just as I heard my mother cry out in orgasm I felt my mouth fill with a salty cream. The little shemale must have pumped a pint of sperm into my mouth. I had no choice in the matter and I swallowed it all. If there was any mercy left in the universe it was that I simply passed out at that point.

For the next few weeks Mommy and Missy repeated the scenario over and over. Missy used me as a sex doll between the times mommy would come and feed me her milk and fuck me. The little shemale would spend hours sucking my tortured cock and even licking out my ass. Missy was always horny and soon graduated from simply fucking my helpless mouth to bending me over and fucking me in the ass. Each day Doctor Gumi would come in and give me injections to keep me helpless and in a mental fog. I was able to notice that I was getting thinner and thinner when I would look into the mirror. A steady diet of nothing but breast milk and cum would do that I guess! The muscle mass that I had been so proud of at one time in my life was melting away.

By the second week I was horny every waking second of the day. I began to crave Missy's sexual attention and actually want her cock in my mouth and ass. I was becoming a depraved little animal! The pain in my balls and ass was growing worse by the day. Towards the end of the 2^nd week in the nursery Doctor Gumi came in and put a latex covered finger in my ass while mommy and Missy watched. I heard her tell my mommy that the build up of sperm in my balls and prostate was getting to a dangerous level and that I would have to be "Milked".

Mommy and Missy rolled me over onto my tummy and then helped me up on my knees. I felt a severe pressure in my ass then. The doctor was pressing hard with her fingers on my prostate as mommy stroked my swollen cock with her leather glove. I heard her tell Missy to fetch a beaker. The next thing I knew I felt something oozing out of my cock. It wasn't at all like cumming and when it was done I was still just as horny as before but the pressure was gone. Mommy and Missy rolled me over onto my back again. Mommy was laughing, that same laugh she always had before she was about to do something terribly cruel to me. "Look here wittle satin sissy doll," she sneered. "Look at all the yummy cum you made"! The beaker must have had half a quart of thick, white cum in it. The next thing I knew my mommy was forcing a funnel into my mouth and pouring my own cum down my throat. Once again all I could to was to cry what she called "pretty tears".

After the milking mommy told me my baby phase was complete. I felt a needle enter my arm and the darkness took me.

Dr Gumi was prepared. First she would inject the serums to begin the process. It would take several months before that catalytic agents would need to be injected and the changes in the mean time would be subtle compared to what was to come later once the DNA had been rewritten. She sighed and took a deep drink of her nurses' urine and a whiff of her feces through her gas mask and made plans for the first surgeries.

 

Chapter 7

I don't know how long I was unconscious. I do remember there were times when I felt myself starting to wake up but then I would feel a needle and fall back into deep sleep. At those times when I came close to waking I felt pain and the pressure of bandages on my face.

Once again it was mommies voice that guided me back to the world of the living. "Wake up my gorgeous little princess, mommy is horny for you honey". As I began to come around the first thing I noticed was that my body was in a sitting position this time. The next thing I noticed was that my body was being caressed all over with the touch of satin.

As my eyes fluttered open I saw the most beautiful little girl I had ever imagined sitting in front of me. She was wearing a pair of lace up, crotch high hot pink satin boots. She was also wearing a dainty hot pink satin party dress with pouf sleeves, long pink satin gloves with a diamond bracelet on one gloved wrist. She had the face of an angel, full pouty lips, a dainty little nose and the biggest eyes I had ever seen. Her make up was perfection itself. Bright pink lipstick with glitter gloss and just a touch of color in her cheeks, she had on long false upper and lower lashes and her eye make up was all glitter eye shadow in lavender. She had long blonde hair just like a Barbie doll with a darling little pink ribbon on the top of her head. She was making me so horny! She was so sexy it was obscene! I felt my cock begin to rise in what felt like a satin pouch. As my cock started to rise I kept looking at the gorgeous little blonde girl when I noticed that her skirt was rising up in the front. My mouth dropped open in shock at the same times hers did. I was looking in a mirror!

I turned my head towards mommies' voice. Mommy was also dressed in satin. She was wearing the exact same outfit I was! She looked so incredible sexy in her little girl outfit! Mommy was staring at me and there were tears in her beautiful eyes. "Oh sweetheart, you came out just perfectly". "Mommy has the most beautiful little angel in the whole wide world now"!

Mommy told me that I had been unconscious for two months while my face was healing from seventeen plastic surgery procedures. Dr Gumi had sculpted my face into what she called "feminine perfection". Mommy told me that while I was sleeping the doctor had also encased my body in a latex suit. The suit was used to keep my body covered in a special cream full of female hormones and skin bleach. The result was that my skin was now soft as butter and white as porcelain. At the same time the doctor had injected my scrotal sack with an estrogen and progesterone blocker. Another drug was also pumped into my scrotum to increase testosterone production. Yet another drug was used to block that testosterone from the rest of my body. The idea was to make me into an ultra feminine girl but one who would have an almost constant erection.

I looked back into the mirror at the ultra feminine doll I had become. The second I looked at myself I felt my satin encased cock swell again. I felt mommy take my hand then. She told me it was time to take my first steps as a girl. I was afraid that I would stumble in the high heeled satin boots but walking in them seemed natural to me somehow. Mommy smiled and told me my feet had been altered for a life in heels. "From this day forward not being in heels will be uncomfortable darling". When I took my first steps I noticed that it was natural now for to move with a wiggle in my butt. I also noticed that every inch of my skin had a divine ticklish sensation. The satins were slipping and sliding all over my body with each step. It tickled all over but felt erotic beyond words. Mommy noticed my reaction and told me that every thing I was wearing right down to my knickers was made in double faced acetate bridal satin. The shiny, super slippery side of the satin was on both sides. I couldn't imagine that anything could feel more wonderful or feminine.

With each step I took my satin skirt would shimmer and twirl. The skirt of my dress was gently skimming over my satin encased cock driving me mad with lust. I didn't even ask mommy where we were going as I followed her down the endless hallways. Each step I took induced me into a state of satin ecstasy.

By the time we arrived at a room with a pink door I was rubbing my satin clad hands all over my body and moaning. Mommy took my satin gloved hands in hers and told me to calm down for just a second.

She asked me if I remembered Mistress Tickles and the shemale named Satin from her website. When I nodded my head yes she told me I was to spend the next four weeks with them both. I was to be introduced to extreme satin and tickling fetish by the two queens of satin. I was to spend my weekdays with Mistress Tickles and the submissive shemale named Satin and my weekends with her. Mommy told me that when I saw her next she would be back in her leathers and that I must be prepared to endure severe and constant punishment. "Mommy loves you sweetheart but you must be punished by leather mommy at times". She told me it was an important part of my training and no matter how much she loved me she would do what she must for my own good. She also told me that my time with the satin queens was going to be pure sexual and sensual pleasure beyond imagination. Mommy opened the door and I stepped forward to meet my silky, satin clad fate.

 

Chapter 8

The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a heart shaped bed in the center of the room on a platform. Like everything else in the room it was covered in shimmering, pink acetate bridal satin. Off to one side there was a raised table also covered in satin. The table had arms off to the sides with attached satin sleeves that had zippers on them. I knew at once what they were for. It was a satin bondage table.

I soon heard the sound of the door opening. It was Princess Tickles and her shemale slave girl. Princess Tickles was even more gorgeous than I would have thought from her photos on the web. She also had long, blonde hair and blue eyes as so many of the women in this house of dreams had.. She was wearing a diamond tiara, long dangling diamond earrings and an elaborate necklace also in shimmering diamonds. She had on a pair of shoulder length snow white bridal satin gloves. Her gorgeous body was sheathed in a low cut white satin mini dress with a circle shirt. To add to the glamour and drama of her outfit she was also wearing a white satin under bust corset over the dress. The corset looked like it was laced down to about 18 inches. She had an impossible hourglass shape from the corset that accentuated the size of her massive breasts. She was also wearing satin boots. Hers were again all white and were custom made to look like they were molded to her shapely legs. In one satin clad hand she held streamers of white satin ribbons and in the other hand she held one of those super long all white cigarettes. There was something about her face that I found disturbing. She looked so much like my mommy that they could have been twins!

The submissive shemale was just as impressive. She was in the same pink satin boots I was wearing, long satin gloves and just a pink satin corset. Her breasts were a good DD cup and her giant cock was hard and bobbing up and down that way mine did when it has been far too long since an orgasm. It was also tied up in a dainty pink satin ribbon. She also wore dainty little pink satin bows in her curly blonde hair.

Mistress Tickles took one look at me and gave me a sweet, seductive smile that made my heart melt. She strutted over to me and took a long drag on her cigarette and then sealed her mouth over mine and exhaled as she began to tickle one of my nipples with her satin covered fingers. She then told me to look up at the ceiling. Mistress Tickles then lived up to her name when she took the handful of white satin ribbons she was holding and began to tickle my face with the ends. I was giggling uncontrollable in a few seconds and my poor cock was going crazy in my satin bloomers. She then took me into her arms and gave me a very loving hug. The sensation of my satin dress slipping and sliding on her satins was driving me wild.

"Sweetheart, I am going to go slip into something more comfy while Satin here prepares you for our love making". I watched as the satin goddess in white walked over to a concealed door in the room and disappeared into another room.

The little shemale walked over to me and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. "Hi Princess Barbie, I'm Satin The Shemale and we are going to have a lot of kinky fun"! Satin then helped me out of all my clothing. I was amazed at how feminine my body looked even naked. I was surprised to see that I had begun to sprout little breasts. My skin was so incredibly soft now and even my nipples had grown and changed color. They were now a dainty shade of pink! Satin helped me into a darling pink satin garter belt adorned with dainty little ribbons and satin rosettes. She produced a pair of what she called fully-fashioned real nylon stockings in pink and carefully rolled them up my legs as she explained that the stockings would amplify times ten the sensations of the satins. Then she told me to lie down on the bondage table and to relax. The words bondage table and relax usually don't go together but in this environment of satin pleasures I had no problem at all with it. Satin arranged my arms so that she could zip me up in the sleeves. She then began to tie my legs in place with satin ribbons. Once I was tied securely the dainty satin shemale went to a cabinet and came back with a pink feather duster adorned with what she called satin tickle ribbons. Satin gently cupped my cock in one satin-gloved hand as she began to use the feathers on it with the other. I began to make little mewing noises from the sheer pleasure of the delicate sensations on my most sensitive organ.

I heard the adjacent door open and soon Mistress Tickles was back. She was still all in white satin. She had removed her dress and tiara and was now only attired in her corset, gloves, boots and a white satin ribbon in her hair. She bent over and gave me another kiss and told me that she would be right back with a few things she would need to bring me pleasure past imagination. Mistress Tickles returned holding a beautiful, shimmering pink satin fairy tale princess gown. She started at my feet and slowly pulled it up over my body covering me with it. I was moaning and laughing as she sensually slipped it up my body. It felt so soft and slippery and it tickled me! When she reached my cock and I felt the satin gently slide over the tip my body went ridged and I let out a gasp. Mistress Tickles pulled up a stool and took a seat next to my head as Satin began to rub the gown all over my body. The little shemale was flicking her fingers on my nipples and then stroking my cock with the gown. When I seemed to be close to coming her fingers would attack my very sensitive and ticklish tummy!

While the delicious satin massage continued Princess Tickles reached for her white satin cigarette case. "Your mother and I both have our cigarettes custom made by a tobacconist sweetie". She purred in my ear that they had the only source in the world for all white, slim 360's. "I know all about your little smoking fetish doll, I have one too". Smoking makes my pussy all wet and nasty"! As satin kept up the massage Princess Tickles put on a smoking show the likes of which I hadn't seen since mommy used to punish me. "Look at my beautiful, long all white cigarette in my white satin glove little doll". I was moaning and writhing in pleasure and begging her to use me as an ashtray.

"Princess Tickles climbed up on the bondage table and straddled my face so that her pussy was inches from my mouth. I watched in fascination as she inserted the filter tip of her cigarette into her wet pussy soaking it. "Oh, god baby doll, eat my pussy while I smoke". Eat aunties nasty hot box"! Auntie? The next thing I knew she moved down just enough so that her anus was right in my face. "Lick my ass sweetheart, Oh yeah, lick my dirty slutty girl asshole". Auntie likes her ass licked". At first I was repulsed at the idea of licking an asshole but I was so aroused that I stuck my tongue deep into her bitter hole. I suddenly found the pungent smell and taste of her ass to be a turn on. My poor cock was going wild while I was eating her ass. Satin seemed to be taking great care to not give me enough stimulation to cum.

The next thing I knew Princess Tickles got up and pulled the gown away from my cock and lowered her steaming pussy onto my tortured cock. "Tickle her feet while I fuck her Satin". The shemale then went to work on my bound feet with her satin gloves as the gorgeous blonde in satin began to fuck me harder and harder. I was moaning and begging and laughing all at the same time.

As Tickles continued to smoke her pussy juice soaked cigarette she began to cry out that she was a dirty slut. "A dirty nasty satin sissy fucker". Just as she screamed in orgasm I felt my cock spasm and a river of my cum shoot into her pussy. "Princess collapsed on top of me and began to swirl her tongued in my mouth.

Satin was soon releasing me from my bondage as Princess Tickles was cleaning up. We all slipped into pink satin baby doll nighties and crawled into her heart shaped satin bed then. As I lay between Princess Tickles and Satin they began to once again caress me with their satin gloves.

Despite the fact that I now had another raging hard on I just had to know why she had said she was my auntie. "Sweetie in the family tradition each generation gives birth to one female who then assumes the title of queen". She told me that in some ways we had a lot in common. Like me she had also been a mistake of sorts. It seems that my grandmother was carrying twins! Since my mother was the first-born she would be the one by divine law to inherit the throne, as is the custom in all-royal families. When I was born the tradition seemed doomed until they decided that I would carry it on as a shemale. The family was well connected and knew that despite what they considered my fathers crime that sooner or later they would find me.

Mistress Tickles told me that I should always call her auntie from that point forward. "Oh honey doll, it makes aunties pussy so wet just knowing that we will be having nasty, dirty incest"! I learned that the heir to the throne was to always be raised as a leather Goddess. In my aunts case they decided she would be raised as a princess in satin. Auntie also told me that we were going to spend the next four weeks fucking like little satin fuck bunnies. She gave her tummy a pat and said that with any luck we would both be "mommies" in nine months!

With that she pulled me on top and begged me to fuck her like the slut she was. "Fuck auntie, my slutty little doll, oh please fuck my bad girl pussy". I didn't have to be told twice and mounted my aunt. As I began to fuck my aunt Satin took up a position behind me and began to fuck me in the ass. It wasn't long until the shemale was filling my ass with cum as I shot another load into my aunts' pussy. Auntie Tickles then told me to sit on her face and she actually sucked Satins load from my ass while satin sucked my load from her pussy!

The entire week went that way, we would play dress up, tickle and satin games and then fuck and suck each other for hours falling into an ever-deeper incestuous depravity. I would suck Satins big meaty cock while my Aunt would stroke my cock with her gloves and eat my ass out. At times she would tickle my asshole with feathers while sucking my cock. The first week flew by in a blur of pure twisted pleasure. I had almost forgotten what the weekend meant

 

Chapter 9

I awoke Saturday morning to find my aunt preparing an outfit for me. Auntie told me that I was to be corseted that day for the first time. For the first time since I had been with auntie Tickles the outfit she had laid out wasn't satin. She started with my make up. Auntie had never painted my face so elaborately before. She used all deep red shades, blood red lipstick and red glitter eye shadow. My eyeliner was a lot heavier than usual too. It looked almost like mommies punishment make up right down to the extreme long lashes. When I looked in the mirror I once again let out a gasp. I looked like another twin! They had given me my mothers face.

Next came the corset. It was snow white in the finest kid leather. Auntie slid my legs into all white seamed stockings and then laced me into a pair of all white kid leather boots. Next she helped me into ultra soft white kid gloves that went all the way to my shoulders. The smell and feel of the leather was making my cock hard again. The finishing touch was a white, studded slave collar. Auntie told me to grab hold of the bondage table and began to tighten the corset. It wasn't long before I began to beg her to stop. She told me to shut my pretty little sissy mouth and to never forget that she was also a Mistress and a Royal Princess of the line and I was just a pretty sissy for now. By the time she was finished I felt like my body was trapped in a leather vice.

Once I was laced into the corset auntie fastened a white leather strap tightly around my cock and balls. The strap closed with a snap and had a steel O-ring on it. Auntie then told her shemale slave Satin to attend her. I was left sitting in front of a mirror getting more and more aroused from my own image as my aunt went off to dress.

I was wondering what kind of gorgeous satins auntie Tickles would be wearing that day when I heard the door of the dressing room open. Auntie wasn't dressed in satin this day. She was attired in the most incredible black leather. A black kidskin ball gown with a long, shimmering skirt in double faced black leather cut open in the front to expose what she called her "Royal Vagina". The gown was corset laced up the front and almost fully exposed her breasts. It had huge pouf sleeves like the gowns I had seen the old queens of England wearing in photos. Shimmering black kid gloves went all the way up and disappeared under the pouf sleeves. She had on a pair of black kid boots with 12-inch platforms and 20-inch spike heels! She was dripping in diamonds and wore a tiara once again.

"Today slave you will obey me and address me as your Royal Highness". She was holding a vicious looking black single tale whip in her exquisite kid leather glove. Despite the lump of fear in my throat my cock began to throb obscenely. I was so mesmerized by her incredible leather beauty that when she commanded me to follow I hesitated for a split second. She walked behind me towering over me in her decadently extreme heels. I heard a loud crack followed by the most horrible pain I had ever felt in my life running from my buttocks through my entire body. "I am sure one stroke will teach you your place sissy"? I began to sob and simply said, " Yes your Royal Highness". The next thing I knew I was being dragged by my balls with the leash down the corridors of the mansion.

She took me down a hallway I had never seen before and we were soon standing before a set of arched double doors in solid gold. There was an inscription above the doors that read, "The Royal Throne Room". My aunt told me to lower my head in supplication and to follow her in. The first thing that struck my senses was the smell. The entire room was upholstered in kid glove leather! It reminded me of the days mommy would make me smell her glove but the leather smell in this room was 1,000 times more intense. I almost thought I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm for a moment. My aunt pulled me forward through the room for about 30 paces and then commanded me to kneel. A leather-gloved hand with a huge blood red ruby ring was thrust in front of my mouth. A voice I hadn't heard before commanded with absolute authority that I must kiss the ring of the Queen. I did as I was told and kissed the stone. I felt a buttery soft leather clad hand then raise my chin. I was kneeling before a raised platform. The chair in the center was raised above the other two. The woman seated in the center wore the same exotic leather gown that my aunt was wearing that day. She was also wearing a crown encrusted with Diamonds and Rubies In one gloved hand she held a jewel encrusted scepter. My mother was there as well dressed exactly like my aunt except that her Tiara had rubies in it. Mother was sitting to the Queens right and my aunt took a seat to her left.

Oddly enough it took all my will power not to laugh. I had the thought that I had fallen into the hands of the unholy trinity. "The queen commanded me to look into her eyes". I guessed that she must have been at least 50 years old because of what I knew of the family history so far. I didn't know if it was plastic surgery or simply good genetics because she didn't look a day over 20! She was every bit as gorgeous and my mother and aunt.

"Princess Barbie, Today thou shalt undergo the leather ritual of indoctrination" she said in a voice colder than liquid nitrogen. "If thou shall fail you will be reduced to a life of eternal suffering as befits any male". "If thou succeeds in thine trials of this day and the ultimate trial to come the title of princess and heir to the leather throne shall pass to thee". I knew that no one in the modern world spoke in Middle English and assumed that this was a part of the ritual. "The queen then commanded me to my feet. I had a chance to see what was in that room and wish with all my heart and soul that they had blindfolded me. It was a torture chamber! There was a medieval rack and chair covered in steel spikes. All manors of whips and restraints were on the walls.

The queen ordered me to follow her across the room to another door. The door was made of stone and gargoyles stood eternal guard above it. "This door has not been opened since the day thine mother underwent her rituals". I felt a deep dread in my heart at that moment, a fear of something that was to come worse than mere pain.

The woman who was my grandmother pushed on a stone and the door slowly opened. "Follow me my child," she intoned. This room was made of gray stone lit only by the stained glass windows showing depictions of men suffering in Hades. There was a line of crystal glass caskets. "This is where queens rest for eternity my child". There were women in leather in each casket. Each perfectly preserved in death. The room had over 100 crystal caskets in it and I knew that the order of queens must have gone back in time as long as they had told me. Once we passed the 20^th casket the women were just skeletal remains and then simply dust. The queen ordered me to approach the last coffin in the room. There was nothing but a little dust in it. "Here lies the founder of the ancient order child". Thou shall now kneel and kiss the coffin of thine mother and my mother". The thought sickened me but the alternative was a lifetime of unbearable suffering. I kissed the casket. There was a plaque on it that Read "Daughter of Maximus, Unholy Queen of Eternal Penance. There was anther stained glass window above the casket and it was a fresco of a Roman Centurion holding spikes and a hammer. A glass case contained just one small piece of what looked like ancient wood. I was made to kneel before that case and say these words. "As the future queen I shall submit to the sorrows and penance demanded of our line for the preservation of all mankind".

The queen ordered me once again to my feet and I followed her out of the tomb. Being back in the leather torture chamber was almost a relief then. I soon found myself being strapped into onto a chair. My head being forced back and locked with an iron headband. The next thing I saw was a circular kid leather upholstered seat being lowered into place over my face. It was open and shaped like a toilet seat.

My mother and my aunt came forward and began to stroke my nipples and cock with their shimmering, soft kid leather gloves. Despite the extreme discomfort of the position I was in I was soon moaning in pleasure.

"The queen then said that the fist test was to begin. As my mother and aunt continued to pleasure me with their gloves the queen raised herself up above my face and took a seat on the leather toilet seat. My own grandmothers' anus was sealed on my lips. "Eat of my body child, the unholy bread of defilement befitting a supplicant and ancestor of the most unholy one". "The dark loaf of absolute obedience and defiled servitude in eternal penance and suffering" she intoned in a voice devoid of all emotion. . It was then that I understood what was about to happen. My mother and aunt began stroking my cock and playing with my nipples faster and faster as my Grandmother vile turd forced its way into my mouth. "Swallow it slave, swallow all of it". Her shit tasted like rancid cheese and for a moment I thought I would be ill. I concentrated on the feeling of the leather glove masturbation and swallowed. The queen told me to keep my mouth open. She had prepared her bowels to provide me with a full meal. One disgusting turd after another went down my throat. When at long last the queen dismounted my mouth tears of humiliation and disgust were pouring down my cheeks.

My own mother, the woman who gave me birth was the next to sit on the chair. The queen took over for my mother and began masturbating me with her leather glove. My mind began to scream in horror as my own mother began to shit into my mouth. Mothers' shit tasted even fouler than the queens had. She told me that I had better swallow every bit of the special meal that she had prepared for me. "Mommy took a little enema of aunties piss this morning darling just for you. It was runny and disgusting beyond all words but I once again concentrated on the pleasure my cock and nipples were feeling and swallowed. When mother was done shitting in my mouth it was aunties turn. She sealed her ass to my mouth and just before she started she told me that she had been on a meat diet for the past week. "Such a lucky little slut, she gets to eat aunties rich, black turds". I was almost used to it by that point. Halfway through however my mother and the queen stopped playing with my cock and nipples. There was nothing there but me and my aunts foul black turds. I concentrated on remembering how extremely gorgeous she was. That she was a goddess and that I was lucky to have my mouth sealed to her anus and I swallowed and then licked her clean. I had passed the first test.

Before I was released from the chair a latex clad maid cleaned my face and fixed my make up. I found myself being restrained on a kid leather covered bench with my ass in the air next. My mother then stood in front of me holding a huge, black leather dildo with a stopper at the end. She made a point of making me look at the hideous thing so that my terror would build. As the monster dildo was forced deep into my ass I let out a scream. As soon as I opened my mouth to scream my aunt shoved several bloody, used tampons into my mouth followed by a leather gag. The tampons tasted metallic and were almost worse than the taste of shit. I realized that they had also wrapped cigarette butts in them. I heard the queen order the latex maid to "fellate me" from under the bench and to be very careful to avoid the canes. It started as soon as the maid took my cock in her mouth. The queen began to whip my ass with a thin bamboo cane with all her considerable power. I screamed and screamed into my gag with each devastating stroke. After 60 or 70 strokes I lost consciousness only to be snapped awake by the smell of ammonium nitrate. Then it was mothers and aunties turn. Mother stood to one side with a giant cane. She laughed at me again as she told me that I was on my way to Singapore. Auntie held the vicious black leather single tail. They took turns then, first a stroke of the cane followed a split second later with the sound of leather eating flesh. I couldn't even scream anymore, I was nothing but a broken, sobbing mess. Through out the entire ordeal the latex maid had continued to suck my cock and keep it hard. It went on all day and into the night. They pissed down my throat and made me eat their cigarette butts, I was slapped, humiliated and even forced to drink my own piss. The last humiliation of the first night was perhaps the worst. I was strapped down on my back with my legs spread in the air. The queen striped off one of her long kid gloves and had the maid replace it with an older kid glove that was till soft, supple and shiny but too stretched to be a perfect fit. I watched in horror as the maid applied an entire jar of Crisco to the leather up to her elbow. Mommy and aunty lit up long white cigarettes and began to stroke my cock and nipples while blowing smoke in my face and flicking ashes in my mouth. I realized at that moment that leather glove masturbation by a smoking leather goddess was my ultimate turn on. I loved and adored the touch, the look and the smell of leather so much! I felt a leather clad finger enter my asshole. I thought it would be horrible painful but I was so turned on that my ass first swallowed the queens entire hand and then her arm. The queen was actually massaging my spine internally as auntie and mother continued the divine kid glove masturbation of my cock and nipples. As mother and auntie both ground out their cigarettes on my tongue I exploded. Streams of thick white cum shot from my tortured cock. The reason it was the worst humiliation is simply because I found myself loving it. It ended when all three put cigarettes out on my tortured ass. I passed out at long last and this time I was allowed to rest.

 

Chapter 10

I awoke the next morning next to auntie and satin wrapped in sweet satin sheets. My auntie was once again in a little pink satin baby doll with a ribbon in her hair. Auntie smiled at me and gave me a sweet kiss. "Honey, you did so well yesterday that we accomplished two days worth of trials in one day"! She kissed me again and told me how proud she was of me. That she loved me and all was going to be wonderful. "This is wonderful sweetie, we have an extra day to have nasty sex"! She told me that once I felt up to it I was to have a special day with her and any other woman I chose in the mansion would make my most depraved little fantasy cum true. I don't know what drove me to ask her but I found myself asking if I could drink her pee all the time from now on and always lick her clean after a poop. "Why you dirty little pervert", I love it"!!!!! I was pretty much an exhausted mess that day, my ass felt like it had been skinned. I spent that entire day wrapped in satin sheets just kissing and cuddling with auntie. We also talked a lot that day and since I did so well with the first trail she told me a little of what was to come. The next weekend I was to endure the "ultimate latex trial and cleansing of mankind" at the hands of the queen, my mother and her. She called it the latex crucible of Hades and that she could speak no more of it. She seemed nervous and had a look of almost terror when she mentioned the latex ritual. "All I can tell you is that it is the trial where the future queen must suffer and pay penance for the vile sins of the male founder of the entire family". She told me no more and I was glad of it. The last two trials were merely sexual endurance tests. I was to be the sex toy of every woman and shemale in the house on the third weekend. On the fourth weekend I was to be sent to a dungeon owned by leather masters. To be the sissy sex toy of over 100 perverted males.

I also asked her about the doors with the inscription from the inferno. "Once you attain the status of full princess and complete your surgeries you will be shown what is beyond those doors". She told me that I wasn't ready to know the worst of what was in the forbidden chambers but she would tell me of one case.

She told me the story of a wealthy young man who wanted more than anything to spend his life as a shemale in pink satin. He also had a fetish for amputation and satin caskets. Dr Gumi gave him the face and body of a sex goddess and then granted his wish to be a living doll with no arms or legs. She is now named the countess of death and sleeps in a satin lined casket in a pink satin party dress with her dolls. She will lie there until the time of her natural death when the casket will be closed. Each day a mistress visits her and masturbates her to orgasm with satin gloves. The latex nurses on staff took turns feeding her and taking care of her other needs. She had to be given an enema every three days and have a tube attached to her sissy cock several times a day to urinate. She was fed with a tube and at all times lay immobile and paralyzed staring up at her reflection as she lay in the satin repose of death. Auntie went on to tell me that in the house she was considered a "saint of fetish". A holy object of veneration and devotion to be adored. She also told me that this house was a religious order of sisters. Much like a convent but devoted to the extreme exploration of the limits of sensuality and sexuality. A place where there were no societal taboos with the exception of causing death or forcing another to do more that was agreed to by contract before hand. I wondered when I had been given a chance to agree to all this. Auntie seemed to read my mind. "Honey, in your case you were born and bred for this life. It is in your very soul and even if your mother hadn't indoctrinated you the way she did you would have craved kink and fetish your entire life. It has been that way in our family even before the modern order was formed. It began over 2,000 years ago when a male centurion named Maximus who began the line drove the nails into the hands and feet of the one we do not name.

I was told that as I progressed as a princess of the order I would learn the holy rituals I would one day perform as Queen of Queens and mother of a Queen. The family had roots that could be traced back through the centuries. I had the blood of the Marquis de Sade's flowing I my veins. One branch of the family tree went to the Sacher-Masoch line. Yet another could be traced to Vlad the Impaler! We were a family of exquisitely beautiful over sexed sadistic, masochistic fetishistic perverts!

I was also curious about how they managed to maintain this bizarre playground. It must have cost a fortune! Auntie told me that in 1809 the first Queen of the modern line started a fetish brothel that catered to the wealthiest males. One left his entire estate including the mansion to the brothel. The souls who came to the mansion for lifetime fantasies also would turn over their estates to the order. More wealth came from the fact the mansion was a working house of professional domination. They published their own magazines, videos and a subscription based website. There were also workshops where leather goods and other fetish wear were produced for sale. The family had also invested in many companies over the years and had made wise choices.

After I felt rested auntie asked me if I would like to take a walk outside with her. She helped me dress for the days. I was again placed in a corset but it was pink satin and not laced nearly as tight. She then picked out a pair of shimmering acetate satin double-faced pantaloons that would slip and slide all day long on my cock and legs. Auntie then selected a gorgeous, baby pink satin ball gown. To complete my ensemble auntie gave me a beautiful pink satin sun hat adorned with darling ribbons and roses.

I followed auntie through the mansion and down the long spiral staircase I remembered from my arrival. It was the first time that I had been on the main floor since that day. She explained that I would probably see dominants I hadn't seen before and perhaps a few clients as we walked through the main floor. A lovely brunette in leather walked past us and took my aunties hand. She kissed aunties hand and simply said "Good morning Princess". We walked through a dining hall and then what looked like an industrial kitchen. Men in leather body suits were preparing food.

We went out a back door. The sun felt wonderful on my face! There was a carriage waiting for us. It looked like Cinderella's coach! Four males in leather hoods were attached to reins. They were naked except for the hoods and bits in their mouths. Each "carriage slave" also wore a butt plug with a horsehair tail. Auntie told me the plugs were lubricated with grease that caused severe internal itching and burning to make the pony's prance.

Auntie and I took a seat; she then picked up a brutal looking bullwhip. She began to almost flay them alive as the carriage lurched forward. She had a savage, feral look on her beautiful face as the males suffered under the whip. Auntie instructed me in how to wield the whip and then handed it to me. At first a hesitated but I gave the whip a few practice flicks. She told me then to motivate a slave. I slashed at one of the pony slaves with all my power and hit him right on the ass. As he screamed in agony I felt my cock harden in my satin pantaloons. I began then to really lay into the pony slaves. I felt a sense of power then. The more they suffered the more aroused I became. I never realized that I had such a sadistic streak. Auntie took the whip back "Before you kill one of them"!

The grounds of the estate were immaculate. There were flowerbeds and gardens, small streams and wooded areas. There was even a small farm area where males were tending to baby goats and calves. Auntie told me that the calves and goats were a special breed that produced the soft, supple leathers worn by the Queen and her court. We stopped at a wood frame building and dismounted the carriage. Males were laboring inside tanning skins for the master leather crafters on staff. We walked through several workshops and then up a staircase. The top floor was a photo and video studio. I recognized the sets from the website.

I was quite impressed with it all. Auntie and I had a lovely picnic lunch then under a huge oak tree and then it was back to her satin chambers for an afternoon of lovemaking. I rested that evening cuddled in aunties' arms and pondered what I would request for my special day. It really wasn't that hard for me. I found myself craving a day with auntie and Mistress Celeste is shimmering black kid leathers. A day where I would be restrained and simply pleasured and teased by two smoking goddesses in leather. I told my auntie what I desired and drifted off into sweet slumber.

When I awoke the next morning auntie was already dressed. She wore shimmering black leather over bust corset in shimmering kidskin, long kid zip boots and of course a pair of 28 button kid leather gloves.

Auntie ordered Satin to dress me for the day. For the first time I was to be attired in black leather. I picked up the corset I was to wear that day and ran my hands over it. It was made in double-faced kid so the soft supple leather would be against my skin. I asked auntie to have Satin lace me in tightly. I was craving the vice like restriction! Next came a pair of long, fully-fashioned opera hose. Satin then laced me into a pair of crotch high ballet boots. To complete my outfit I was to wear the same gloves as auntie. My aunt walked over to me holding them. She explained that the gloves were lined in kid skin the same as the corset. The kid gloves worn for pleasuring in the manor were made of the finest skins of milk fed baby goats and then underwent a process of polishing and thinning that took six months to complete. As the ultra smooth gloves were pulled up my arms I moaned and my cock became rock hard.

Auntie led me down the hall. I had to take delicate, mincing steps in the ballet boots. I was happy that we didn't have to walk far. The room we were going to was just three doors down. Auntie called it a chamber of leather pleasures. The smell in the room reminded me of the Royal Chamber. The walls were shimmering black leather curtains. There was a kid leather upholstered, raised couch in the center of the room with soft leather restraints. Celeste was waiting attired in the same leathers as auntie.

I was lead to the couch and restrained. My own leather-clad image in the ceiling mirror was already making my cock throb!

"Auntie asked me what it was I wanted. "Please, auntie, please make me smell your glove while Mistress Celeste plays with my pee pee. I watched as my aunt and Celeste made a production of pulling their long white cigarettes out of their kid leather cigarette pouches. "Does it turn you on little sissy, does watching women in leather smoke make that sissy cock all hard"? "Auntie knows the pretty sissy needs discipline". My aunt was right; I did crave the verbal abuse and teasing. Celeste began to slowly, tortuously caress my cock with her buttery gloves. Her touch was so gentle that it would never be enough to make me cum. I was already moaning and straining against the leather restraints. Auntie clamped her gloved hand over my mouth and sealed her mouth over my nose. I had to breath in her smoky exhales. When she at long last finished her cigarette she made me beg her to put it out on my tongue. It went on for hour after hour. The gentle touch of the gloves on my cock making me insane until I began to beg for release.

I still hadn't cum when my aunt told me they were going to undo my restraints before my arms went numb. Auntie and Celeste then told me to sit in a chair in front of a mirror.

"Look at the gorgeous little leather clad doll I the mirror Barbie". Look how hot the little princess is now, that long blonde hair, pouting red lips, oh such a hot babe". I was a hot babe! A hot nasty leather Barbie! Auntie pulled three cigarettes from her leather pouch. She gave one to Celeste, kept one for her self and gave me the third.

As soon as Celeste lit the gorgeous, long cigarette for me I began to pose in the mirror and was soon smoking like a little leather diva. I was a Barbie doll and pouted and purred as auntie and Celeste went back to work on my nipples and cock. "Watch yourself smoke you darling dive, you hot little babe, You BITCH Goddess"! As I let out a thick, creamy exhale the [pleasure was just too much and I shot a massive load of cum all over the mirror and then licked it all up. Gorgeous little kitty cats do love cream after all!

We spent the rest of the day just fucking in leather and I was amazed at hoe fast I was able to recover after an orgasm now. In just seconds I was hard again and was soon fucking Celeste while she was bound to the table as auntie licked my dainty pink asshole. We fucked and sucked in leather for hours until I passed out on my 31^st orgasm of the day.

I awoke wrapped in my aunties' satin clad arms the next morning and something was terribly wrong. Every inch of my skin was on fire and I felt a pins and needles sensation much like when you foot falls asleep but it was my entire body. My chest just hurt and felt cold and hot at the same time. My cock was so hard and swollen it felt like it had turned to stone and I had a high fever.

Auntie summoned the doctor and I was soon back on the latex exam table. Dr. Gumi took blood samples and ran a few tests and told my mommy and auntie she was amazed at the results. She said the serums were working far faster than anticipated and that it was time for the catalysts to be administered. I heard her telling mother it just meant I was a truly exceptional subject and the serums would create far more profound alterations than were originally thought possible. The bizarre Doctor said something about nerve ratios on the order of 10,000 to 50,000 times the norm overall and 100,000 times in the genitals. I had no idea what she was talking about and was in so much pain I didn't care.

She began to pump syringe after syringe of drugs into my IV tube and my head began to spin. Dr. Gumi spoke to me then through her clear latex hood." Child I am a true sadist but even I feel sorrow for you at what I am about to do, I am sorry my child". She forced a hard rubber slab into my mouth and told me to bite down when I felt the pain. She picked up a large syringe and filed it with a thick yellow fluid. My auntie and mommy held me and stroked my head and I felt the doctor take my balls in her latex gloved hand. I felt a stab of searing pain so great I thought it was my moment of death as she pushed the needle into a testicle and emptied the syringe. The fluid felt like liquid fire and I bit down hard and screamed and screamed. I cried and tried to beg as Dr. Gumi filled the evil syringe again and impaled the other testicle. It wasn't over and I felt a huge ice-cold speculum being forced into my ass pussy. The final injection was into my prostate gland. The pain shot through my body as if I had been electrocuted and I passed out cold.

 

Chapter 11

I don't know how long I was out but when I awoke I was still in the clinic strapped to the table with an IV in my arm. A mirror had been placed over the table and I gasped in shock. I had breasts and they were as big as mommies! They were huge, round and at least a full E cup and my nipples were over an inch long. My entire body felt wrong somehow, more sensitive? My cock was still stiff and throbbing lewdly.

Dr. Gumi was there with the gorgeous rubber nurse Latexia. The doctor told Latexia to test my nipple response first. The gorgeous nurse took my nipples into her latex gloved fingers and gently stroked them. I felt waves of electricity shoot through my nipples and watched as they grew another half an inch! Within a few seconds I felt my body stiffen and growl of pleasure came from my lips as an orgasm shot through my new breasts! My cock didn't spurt at all but my nipples and breasts had the same kind of sensations my cock would have during an orgasm.

Next the latex nurse took a smooth, shiny latex sheet and just pulled it along my upper body. It slid over my breasts, arms and tummy and in a second I felt my entire upper body spasm with another orgasm!!! Latexia then took my cock into her mouth and I shrieked at the top of my lungs from the intense pleasure and saw a white-hot light blossom as my cock shot out nearly a quart of cum. It was a screaming, moaning, mind shattering orgasm thousands of time more intense than I had ever felt before. My cock never went down and I was as horny as I had been before shooting that massive load as if it had never happened!

The latex nurses face was soaked in my cum and she had a look of ecstasy on her face. She told me to have a taste and took her latex clad finger and wiped off a thick helping of my cum from her face. As soon as I tasted it I felt like I was going to orgasm again but only in my lips and head. My cum tasted as sweet as strawberry ice cream!

She began to massage my nipples with my cum and wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shot through just my breasts and began to spread out through my entire body. She kept massaging them and the orgasm would not stop. I was a moaning, writhing animal in heat and perpetual orgasm. I was panting when she stopped at last and begging for more. I tried to get a hold of myself but the sensation of even laying still on the latex covered table was almost enough to trigger another full body orgasm.

Latexia then thrust a finger lubricated with my cum into my ass pussy and an explosion happened in my belly. The orgasm that it triggered was as intense as a cock orgasm but shot fire up my spine. Dr. Gumi gave me an injection of a drug she called Valium and I was able to relax a little. She began to tell me then exactly what had been done to my body. My breasts were not implants but the result of an accelerated growth hormone along with 100 times the normal amount of female hormones a woman would have in her body. My DNA had been altered to protect me from the deleterious effects of that high level of estrogen and progesterone. If not for my penis I would be the most ultra feminine female who ever walked the earth and would give off waves of pure sexual energy. My testicles and prostate had been altered to produce semen and testosterone at the same accelerated rate and to produce 50 times the normal amount of semen. My erection was permanent and I would be able to cum up to 500 times per day. My nerve growth had been accelerated so that my body had over 50,000 times the normal number of nerve cells and my genitals now had 100,000 times the normal number and they would recharge in nanoseconds no matter how much stimulation I had. My anus was also enhanced to 100,000 times the nerve endings! My nipples had been altered to become "erectile tissue" and would stiffen grow when touched and were also at the 100,000 ratio level with nerve braches to every other nerve in my body. Enough nipple play would trigger an orgasm in my cock and an intense orgasm in my cock a full body and nipple orgasm. She called it a "recursive orgasm loop".

I had not only been altered into a shemale but one who could be kept in a perpetual state of a wide variety of orgasmic states with the slightest stimulation. Extreme stimulation would turn me into a wild creature screaming in insane pleasure. They had turned me into the first future queen who would also be a fetish saint of the order. I remembered the sissy in the casket I had been told about. A holy object of fetish my aunt had called her.

The doctor once again told me she was sorry and that I was meant to endure the last three trials in a normal state of body and consciousness. My body had reacted too well to the first serums and now I was doomed to go through the last three trails in a state of hyper sexuality and sensitivity. "May the Goddess of Darkness have mercy on your soul". I noticed Latexia and Dr. Gumi had begun to sob.

 

Chapter 12

Three women in latex entered the clinic and carefully lifted me onto a stretcher for transport to the latex ritual chamber. Just the touch of their latex gloved hands lifting me triggered another full body orgasm. One was Natasha who I had met at the door and two other latex clad beauties I had not seen before. The pulled a latex sheet over me slowly and I began to gasp for air and the sensations of orgasmic bliss shot through my body. When it was drawn over my erection I erupted soaking the latex in cum. The sheet became slippery and as my cock moved all on it's own from the sensations it began to trigger a non-stop orgasm as my body began to pump out more and more sperm.

They quickly decided to remove the sheet and just transport me naked. It took me several minutes to compose my self at all and I was soaked in my own cum. I noticed than that they were also in tears and I began to feel fear as never before.

When I was wheeled into the chamber I felt an ice cold dread and saw what my fate and penance were to be. I went into a sort of shock and could not even scream or beg for mercy. There was a cross-covered in latex except for an area for the feet and hands that were wooden. There were gleaning silver spikes and a hammer waiting. Bags and tubes hung from the ceiling with needles on the IV bags and a gas mask attached to a tube from a rubber box. There was also a huge bag of yellow fluid with a tube running to a rubber gag. There was a pillory and a whip that looked as if it had steel balls attached.

I noticed the cross-had a slogan on top of the cross beam in Latin and English. "The atonement for the curse of Maximus".

My Grandmother, aunt and mother were there dressed in latex nuns habits. My aunt was in a ball on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. My mother was also crying and even my Grandmother was sobbing.

My mother spoke up then. "My queen you know I will obey you but you also know she will not survive in this state even the first strike of the penance whip"! "The treatments were completed too soon"! My mother began to beg then that there must be another way. That the treatments meant to give me a life of perpetual pleasure would enhance the pain to the point where I would die under the trials and that she had almost died in a normal state.

My grandmother told her there was just one other way. A "surrogate" who has not before endured the trail and was of the immediate bloodline could take my place. She looked over at my aunt then. I heard my grandmother say that if a surrogate was to take the place of the lamb she must endure the penance for twice the time of the regular ceremony. 24 full hours and that it was not known if that could be survived either.

I heard her say that the future queen would have to attend crucified as well but on the satin cross as she endured intense tickle torture and pleasuring as to laugh at the supplicant the through the entire ordeal while having orgasms. That in my enhanced state that could also be deadly but would be the only chance for both to survive.

I watched sickened and I knew all at that moment. I was so ashamed that I had an erection at this awful moment. My aunt was praying aloud. "If this cup can pass from me please let it, If not I must save the life of my little loved one. My aunt stood and said that she would endure the queens' ritual. I began to scream NO then. I loved her and I would suffer and die for her. My grandmother told me there was but one-way to have any hope of preserving the family and the future of man and that my aunt had agreed. She looked stricken as she said it and left the chamber.

They began to wheel in a huge cross lushly upholstered in white satin into room. It had a white satin corset attached to on the center beam and footrest and looked like it had been built for comfort and not pain. Two beautiful blondes in satin gowns and gloves entered then. They wheeled in a table with a wide variety of feathers, feather dusters and whips made of satin ribbons. They moved from the table and placed me on the satin cross. Just the touch of the satin made my entire body begin to spasm in a blinding orgasm that just got worse as the corset was laced in the front. I was aware enough to feel myself being raised into place and then it began. They picked of feather dusters on poles and went to work on my breasts and I screamed in pleasure and began to laugh uncontrollably. Orgasm after orgasm shot through my nipples that had hardened to over two inches long.

I was just aware enough of what was happening as my Grandmother began to strip the nuns uniform off my aunt. A heavy latex covered wooden beam was placed over her shoulders and my grandmother made her carry it around the chamber while using a vicious bullwhip on her with no mercy. I was still laughing and having one orgasm after another as the feathers tickled my entire body. When the feather touched my cock just as my dear auntie fell I shot cum out that landed on her and felt shame sear through me. She was whipped until she was once again on her feet. It went on for over an hour. My poor auntie was bleeding and sobbing and begging for mercy, as she was strapped to the pillory. A barbed wire crown was forced onto her beautiful head and then my mother began to beat her back with the steel barbed whip as she screamed and screamed. All I could do was watch in horror as the satin-gowned women began to whip with me with satin ribbons that tickled and felt wonderful. I laughed and laughed and felt myself begin to pass out a few times but they would just hold ammonium nitrate on a sponge under my nose and continue the torments of unbearable pleasure.

They scourged my poor auntie for half an hour and used the ammonia on her several times as well before dragging her to the cross. They laid her exhausted body on the beam and then forced a peeled ginger root in her ass and one into her vagina. I watched in horror as I screamed in laughter and perpetual orgasm as women began to enter the chamber and shit in that latex box. They attached the gas mask to my aunties' face so she would have to breath the foul stench and gagged her with the gag attached to the urine bags and it began to drip. IV's were attached to her arms and she was told in a harsh voice that she was to pay the penance of the family. The drugs would keep her awake and enhance that suffering. Then her arms were pulled taut and my grandmother drove the spikes into her wrists and feet as she screamed into the gas mask.

When they lifted the cross in place and let it drop my poor aunt let out a blood-chilling scream of agony. I let out a blood-chilling scream of pleasure as one satin clad beauty continued to work on my breasts with feathers and other took my cock into her mouth and began to suck.

My poor aunt suffered her torments as I just laughed and shot load after load into the blondes' mouth. I shot so much cum that soon even I could produce no more but I stayed erect and kept having just the spasms of orgasm as they took turns sucking me and tickling me. It went on for hour after hour and at times I felt myself sinking into insanity. Time began to twist and all that existed was the never-ending orgasm even as my mind left my body and soared into a land of everlasting pleasures.

After what seemed an eternity it stopped and I came back into this universe, I was exhausted and trembling in pain at that point and glad of the pain. I watched as my now unconscious aunt was lowered and removed from the cross at last. She was alive but hardly breathing. I passed out then.

 

Chapter 13

I awoke many hours later in warm water. It was I discovered a sensory depravation tank. A tank I would sleep in unless drugged for the rest of my life to allow my enhanced body the chance to rest and to sleep.

My mother opened the tank and was once again in her kid leathers and she smiled at me. She told me my auntie was in the clinic and would make a full recovery in time. They were healing her wounds in a way that would leave no scars but it would be weeks before she would be herself again. My mother removed her glove then and showed me her wrist. There was a barley visible scar on her wrist from her crucifixion ritual. She told me I would still have the final two trails to endure but not to worry. I would wear out the women of the house quickly and would probably kill the men at the priesthood compound and have fun doing it.

She told me I was to begin a special training that day. I was to learn how to experience the intense and exquisite sensations I would endure for life but to still be able to function as a human being. "How can that be possible mother in this sensory enhanced condition"?

She walked to a table and picked up a glass cube full of mist and rotating lasers bouncing off rotating mirrors. She told me to calculate an equation to predict all future geometric possibilities in the cube. I found myself disgusted that she would ask something so simple of me and 14.234 nanoseconds later had used multidimensional calculus to determine the equation. I raised one eyebrow on my gorgeous face and simply said "fascinating". She laughed and said," Good job Mr. Spock" and told me to stop doing the eyebrow thing. She then took her nipples in her gloved hand and shrieked and shrieked until a look of concentration appeared on her face and despite her continued self-stimulation gained control of herself. "The mind controls the body, the mind rules the body". I did another calculation and gasped at my conclusion. The drugs used to create rampant nerve cell propagation had also caused my brain cells to propagate by a factor of 82.4 thousand and my I.Q was no longer measurable.

Mother seemed surprised at my ability to calculate that so quickly. She informed that after her treatment her I.Q was measured at just over 356. I watched her perform a calculation and told me my I.Q must be approximately 600 or higher.

She told me to follow her naked until I could learn the control needed to be in satin or leather. Later that day we went to a library room. There was an ancient scroll in a glass case. Mother put her eye to a retina scanner and the case opened.

The scroll was in ancient Latin but easy enough to decipher working backwards from the roots of modern English. It was the unabridged Apocalypse of John.

It all became clear to me then in a flash I as read the entire scroll in seconds. When I had been born male and she could have no more children it really was the end of the world if they could not find a way. The world would continue only as long as female member of the Maximus family line paid the price of his actions at the cross. I was chilled to the bone by the knowledge of why we lived lives of such hedonism and depravity as well then. We had only our physical incarnations to feel pleasure. Our afterlives had already been determined and we would pay the remainder of the price for all eternity in pain and suffering. Mother turned on CNN and we sat and watched the news. It was all the usual news of war and suffering in the world but nothing cataclysmic had occurred. The plan had worked. The world was safe but my family was not! There was one way to undo the history but it would take a lifetime of calculations. I portioned off a corner of my mind and began the subconscious calculations. I was confident I would succeed within my natural lifetime.

We went to visit my aunt in the clinic then. She was in a regular bed covered in cotton sheets. I did not want to touch her and cause her any more pain than I had already. I told her how sorry I was and that I loved her more than she could know. She gave me a smile as best she could and told me she also loved me and would do it again to save me. I knew than I had to succeed, as twisted as we all were we had value and deserved a better fate. The heavens be dammed!

 

Chapter 14

I went with mother then to the same room I had my little fantasy scene with my aunt and Celeste and she retrained me to the leather bondage table and lit up a 360. As she blew the smoke in my face I lost control and went into orgasm. When she used her kid glove on my cock she told me to control it. Use my mind and hold it back. The sensations of kid leather on my enhanced organ drove out of my body again into a plane of pure fetish eroticism but I held. When I felt her lower her pussy onto my cock I let out a gasp and exploded causing us both to have mind shattering orgasms as I pumped a quart of cum into her screaming in pleasure. I spent the rest of that day dressed in a satin party dress learning how to wear that incredible fabric and maintain control. It was not easy even for me and I had several full body orgasms but managed to mask them.

I made it through the next trial and left behind a house of exhausted women and shemales. By the time it was over they were begging and pleading for a rest.

The following week I went to house of leather masters known as the priesthood. They were the males of my family. I strutted in wiggling my tush in a skintight satin mini dress and just said, Cum and get me boy's. I had them reduced to groveling before my beauty in seconds and laughed at them as they soaked their leather's in cum just from watching me light a cigarette. They were pathetic and served my needs for the week.

I had passed the last two trails and became a full princess. My life was one decadent sex romp in fetish after another and I was miserable. Despite all the pleasure of it all it was a pointless existence devoid of intellectual stimulation.

I went to my Grandmother and arranged to talk to her, my mother and aunt at the same time. I asked to be placed in the sensory depravation tank with an IV feed of nutrients and to be left there in peace until I would emerge. They were perplexed and very saddened that I had decided to leave them but granted my wish. I submerged in the water and blocked out the world. I focused and let my brain become an organic computer with one task and one task alone.

It was just one year later that I had managed to crack the codes of the universe. I formulated a plan and emerged from my slumber. My family hadn't changed except that I now had a daughter. My auntie's child and my child. I gave her a kiss and told her that I would change the world and do it for her. Other than that they were still having one lewd and perverted fetish orgy after another.

I made a list of equipment I would need and gave it to my Grandmother. "My child this will require almost all of the family fortune"! My mother looked over the list and just said to my grandmother to do it.

It took me three months to construct the machine and I had to invent many components and synthesize a new radioactive element. When it was complete I had the leather crafters make a period costume in leather that was something only the most brazen whore of the time would wear. I researched what was available in the way of primitive cosmetics of the time and painted my perfect face to as close to perfection as possible with the primitive chemicals and I was ready. Men of any era would grovel like worms in my presence!

 

Chapter 15

The machine swirled and I felt the universe bend. I found myself standing on a hill over a palace. I did a lewd bump and grind and told the guards I was to be his entertainment for the evening. They grinned and made obscene comments but let me pass not wanting to incur his wrath. Even by the standards of what I had become accustomed the palace was decadent. I found him in his throne room. Pontius Pilate looked like an arrogant bastard. He took one look at me and was soon a little boy with a new play toy. Well hello my Caesar, My god of war, I called him. He took my hand and kissed it and we were soon in his bedchamber. I had to act quickly and inject him before he could get me naked to discover his new lover girl had a big, hard prick between her legs. He never saw it coming and was soon out cold.

Just for fun I fucked him in the ass before he came around. A little retribution for what had done in the other time line. I injected him with several powerful hypnotics and went to work. "You find no fault in him and will simply release him". You will have him guarded for his natural life and see that no harm comes to him". I drove it into his mind that the man coming to him to be judged was to never be harmed no matter what the local religious authorities demanded of him.

I watched from the shadows the next day. Pilate simply told him he found no fault in him and had him released under guard. He looked stricken as if he the news that he would not be crucified was worse than the news he would be.

I made a living from that point on as a prostitute. I could get them off so fast that they never got to the part were they would discover my secret. I had made a one-way trip and there was no going back to see the future I had altered forever. I was only 21 years old when he died of natural causes with no followers left. He was now nothing but a small blip on the face of history. Later that year I contracted smallpox; I am dieing now but ready to die. Life in this time is so bleak and boring. I feel so old. One last orgasm is coming, I can't stop it, and I am die-------------

 

Final Chapter

My name is Jim Slattery Junior. My mothers name is Monica and my dad is Jim senior. I feel lucky to have such a wonderful and loving mother and father. The world is a great place and I hope I get to see it next year. It will be fun to see earth for the first time. The last planet we had shore leave on was a water planet and the people were a species of intelligent, space faring dolphins. Nice people but it hurt my ears when they talked!

Life on a starship is great and I am glad my parents are in Starfleet. Being born on the ship makes me a citizen of the entire universe. My favorite subject in school is earth history. We are learning about how man embraced the scientific method and rejected all superstitions over 1, 900 years ago. I have an indefinite lifespan to look forward to. Disease and death have been conquered and the people of Earth live to explore and better themselves. We learned about the time men believed in what they called God. It was a terrible time when men actually killed each other in things called wars. It's hard to believe my species could kill each other over differing ideas of what the God was like.

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