The Ultimate Surrender

by Jennifer White

 

I looked at the picture of the domme with her whip, and I felt myself getting hard already. With her tight leather corset, her legs in fishnet stockings, and her high heel boots, she looked perfect, and my body responded. If only my wife, Andrea, was willing to dress up like that for me! When we had first married, I was sure that he was going to be able to change her mind, get her to come out of her shell. I was sure that she would be willing to be a domme for me sometimes at home. But try as I might, she resisted me at every turn.

I bought her leather outfits. They still hung in the closet, never worn. I tried to get her to take charge in bed, but she never would. I left the local underground paper open to the section with ads for dommes. But no luck. Now I was going to try something else: surfing the web for fem-domme porn, and letting her discover it. She'd get the hint this time. I was sure of it. I put the computer into suspend mode, "forgetting" to close the browser window. When she opened it up next time, she would see what I had been looking at. I'd be "caught". It was a perfect plan.

* * *

"Larry, we need to talk" said Andrea, rage flashing in her eyes.

My heart beat so hard I could feel it in my throat. She had found my pictures from the web! I could see that she was really upset. Rage was good. A domme needed rage. I was ready for her to punish me. I tried not to smile.

"What's wrong, dear?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"You know d*mn well what's wrong" she stormed. "I can't believe that you go on the web, and look at pornography! You think I'm ugly. My body isn't enough to turn you on anymore, so you have to look at other women. I can't believe you think so little of me."

"Andrea," I said, "I love you. Only you. Do you know why I was looking at those pictures on the web? Did you see how the woman was dressed? I was only looking, because I wanted for you to find the pictures. I wanted you to see what I really love. I was hoping that you'd take the hint, and at least wear the leather outfit I bought for you."

"And I thought you got the hint that I'm not interested in that. We've been over this again and again, Larry" she said. "I don't care for your world of cruel torture."

"It isn't torture" I said, defensively. "Think of it as a game. A game we can have fun with."

"It reminds me of some medieval torture chamber, and I won't have anything to do with it."

I sighed. This was going so badly. And here, I had thought this time I'd get through to her.

"Don't you think it would be fun for you, if you were to become a domme? You could order me around, and make me do anything you wanted. I'd be your personal slave. I could rub your feet, lick your boots clean... whatever you wanted me to do."

"Larry, I married you because I wanted a man. I appreciate that you want to be kind to me, but this just isn't what I want."

Now I was desperate. I only had one last hope.

"Look Andrea" I said. "We've been married for ten years now. You're the one always saying that we need to spice up things in the bedroom, and that you're not always happy with how I take care of you in bed. This is your chance to make all of your dreams come true! You could make me do anything you want, how you want, when you want. You'll fulfill my deepest fantasies, and yours."

She shook her head, much to my disappointment.

"I just don't have that in me. I want to be a loving wife, not some sick twisted mistress. How could a woman do that to her husband?"

I picked up the underground newspaper, and handed it to her.

"Look at this ad" I said. "The one for Mistress Shari."

She took it from me, and started to read.

 

"It says that she's holding a seminar for wives who are just getting started, or are curious in domination. Maybe you could go this weekend, sit in on it, and learn something. You'll be with all other women, and you'll get to see what they get out of it."

"I don't know..." she said.

"Listen. If you go, and you don't like it, then I promise I'll never ask you about domination again. I'll give it up for good."

"If I don't feel comfortable, I can just leave?"

"Yes" I said. "Just give it a chance. Bring an open mind."

She considered this for a while.

"Okay" she finally said. "I'll go, but if I don't like it, I'm coming home right away."

"Thank you, so much" I said, as I walked over to hug her. "You're the best wife a man could ever have."

* * *

On Friday night, Andrea left for the weekend seminar, which included overnight accommodations. I was so thrilled that she actually went through with it! I spent the whole night online, looking are more fem-domme porn. In fact, I did that most of the day on Saturday too, while I drank beer and ate cold pizza. A wonderful weekend of fun for me!

And then it was Sunday. Andrea hadn't come home early. That meant she wasn't against domination anymore. She would come back to me with some training, and we'd have a great time together! I was thinking of her in a leather outfit, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Larry, do you still have the ad for Mistress Shari?"

"Yes" I said.

"Come down here, and see us. I have a surprise for you."

"I'll be right there, my love" I said as I hung up the receiver. I hurried to get dressed, then I grabbed the ad, got in my car, and drove over to the address on it. It was in the industrial part of town, in an old warehouse that had been converted into offices and loft apartments. I went in, walked down the steps, and rang the bell.

The door swung open, and there was my Andrea, dressed up in a leather corset, with high heel boots, black gloves, and her hair all done up. I was so excited to see her like that! I was already getting hard as a rock. I wanted to do her, right then and there. I was smiling, grinning from ear to ear. I felt euphoric, as she led me into the dungeon. The large metal door closed with a clank, and I heard her turn the locks.

"You look fantastic like that" I told her as we walked into an inner room. She didn't say a word to me, and again I noticed that she locked the door behind us. Andrea just stood there, not moving or saying a word. I wondered what was going on, when suddenly someone else entered the room. I looked up, and my jaw must have dropped.

It was a woman who I could only assume to be Mistress Shari. She wore the hottest domme outfit I had ever seen. The top was so tight, and it exposed the tops of her huge breasts, as well as tapering down to her narrow waist. She wore a tight leather miniskirt, and knee high boots with six inch heels! Her hair was long, wavy and red, her face stern and heavily made up, her lips the brightest red, matching her exquisitely long nails. In her right hand she held a crop, and in her left hand a collar. She looked so sexy and so powerful! I was in awe.

"Your wife has a surprise for you" she said calmly.

I turned back to Andrea, to see what it might be. I was all wound up, ready for the fun to begin. Andrea walked up to me, holding a studded collar in her hands. She reached around me neck, and fastened it in place, as my heart beat faster and harder. Yes! She was going to do what I had longed for! I couldn't help but smile as she attached a chain to my collar, and pulled me over towards the wall.

She attached the chain to a metal bracket on the wall, and locked it in place. That would restrict my range to about five feet from the wall. It felt wonderful. I didn't resist as she took my arms, and placed my wrists into cuffs attached to the wall. Now I was forced to stand there with my arms wide apart. She pulled the chain from my collar tight, and my head was pulled back by the wall too. Now I was very much restricted in my movements. If I did try to sit or to walk, my collar would choke me.

"Before we go any further, I just wanted to thank you" I said to Shari. "And also, you should tell me what the safe word is."

"Safe word?" she scoffed. "Those are for sissies playing games. This isn't a game, boy. This is real."

Her harsh words just served to get me even more excited. I was ready for anything now. Or so I thought.

"As I told you, your wife has a surprise for you" said Shari.

"I thought this was the surprise."

"Oh, no. Let me show you the surprise now."

She turned towards Andrea.

"On your knees, slave. Lick my boots."

I was stunned, as Andrea got down on her knees, and started to lick Shari's boots! I hadn't been expecting that. It was a surprise, alright!

"Now stand up, slave. Kiss me."

I watched as Andrea stood up, put her arms around Shari, and started kissing her like she meant it. I couldn't help but to feel turned on, watching two hot women dressed as dommes, kissing each other like that! Yet one of them was my wife, and I felt quite jealous. I wanted to be kissing her like that!

"Open the curtain" ordered Shari.

Andrea went to the wall across from me, and opened up a black curtain. When open, it revealed several shelves which were full of different things that looked like body parts. Mostly breasts, dicks and such.

"Pick out a nice dick for me" said Shari.

Andrea went to the shelf, and returned with a large realistic looking dildo in her hands.

"Remove my skirt" ordered Shari.

Andrea did as she was told. I could see now that the leather garment Shari had on was more like a women's one-piece swimsuit. I didn't like how her hand lingered on Shari's rear end, as if the two of them were intimate. I didn't like the way they were smiling at each other either. I could only watch as Shari took the dildo from Andrea, and started to attach it to a little nub that was built into the leather panel that covered her between the legs in front.

When she was done, it made it look like she had a huge penis, fully erect, and slightly upward pointed. I didn't realize that he outfit included a built-in harness for a strap-on! I can tell you, it was quite intimidating to see! Although I was into domination, I didn't like seeing her with the strap-on. It made me feel weird, like everything was spinning way out of control.

"Jerk me off babe. Get me hard" ordered Shari.

Immediately, Andrea started to do it, moving her hand over the shaft of the huge fake penis, like she would do to me when she was trying to get me hard. I wanted her to be rubbing me now, not Shari! I was still really hard myself though, and I wanted her to make me come while I was so aroused.

"On your knees, slave" said Shari. "Suck my dick."

Again, Andrea dropped to her knees, grabbed the fake dick with both hands, and put it into her mouth. She was going at it like she was really trying to make the thing come. I was just stunned at what I was seeing. Shari had somehow completely dominated Andrea, and had broken her spirit. Now Andrea was acting like she belonged to her. I realized that I had to get us out of there. I sensed that something was very wrong now.

"As you can see" said Shari, "She is completely mine now. As you will be too, very soon."

I would never let her have me! Not after seeing her with Andrea like that! The only dick that my wife was going to suck on, was mine!

Shari told her to stop, then she went out of the room for a moment. Now was my time to act.

"Andrea. Let me loose. Lets get out of here while she's not looking!"

Andrea just stared off into space, not moving. Why wasn't she helping me? I felt the wind go out of me as Shari returned. It was too late. Now we were both trapped by her.

"Mistress, this man asked me to let him escape" she said.

This man? I was her husband! Why was she tattling on me? It was only then that I realized how deep of a hold that Shari mist have had over her. What had she done to my wife? I was starting to feel a hatred for this woman. I glared at her as she walked up to me, and gave me a hard whack with her crop. Ouch! It really smarted.

"Don't ever try that again" she said. "If you do not obey me in every way, things will get much worse for you. You will learn to worship and obey me, as your wife has. You think you are strong, but you are nothing. I will break you like a twig."

She reached down and squeezed between my legs. The way she was talking to me, and the way she was dressed, I couldn't help but to still be hard (even if she did have the big strap-on dildo still attached to her).

"Come here, slave" she said to Andrea. She obeyed, and walked up to Shari. As I watched, Shari took a harness off the wall, and strapped it on to Andrea. Then she selected a dildo, this one just as large and realistic looking as hers. She attached it to Andrea's harness, then smiled as she held the shaft in her hand. I was disgusted seeing my wife with a big dick attached to her! I couldn't help but to yell out, demanding that we stop right now.

Shari whispered something to Andrea, which caused her to break out in a smile. She then handed Andrea a knife, and she started to walk to wards me.

"Andrea, what are you doing?" I said. "Please stop this. Lets go home right now honey."

"I am home" she replied, as she raised the knife. I closed my eyes, but much to my relief, she only cut my shirt. Then she cut my pants. She turned all of my clothes into scraps, and pulled them all off of me. Now I was completely naked, still in chains. I could feel the tip of Andrea's strap-on rubbing against me as she worked to remove the last of my shirt.

I had to watch as Shari and Andrea again kissed. This time, they held each other's fake penis in their hands as they kissed. I felt a mixture of arousal and revulsion! I wanted this to end! I also felt ashamed and weak, being naked now. At last, Shari turned to me.

"I am going to make you my complete slave. You need to give yourself up to me. You need to acknowledge my superiority. Your problem is that you think of yourself as a man. As long as you hold this delusion, you won't be able to give yourself to me, completely. You are going to learn that you are in fact not a man. I'm going to make you understand that you are really a woman now."

That was enough; this had to stop! This was wrong! I yelled at her, but she just laughed, and gave me another good whack with her crop. It really hurt!

"Look how tiny that thing between your legs is, compared to me. Or to Andrea. Your thing is so small and pitiful. You don't look like a man at all. I would need a microscope to see your pathetic excuse for a penis. It looks more like a clitoris to me."

How could she insult me like that? But I didn't take the bait this time; I didn't want to get hit again. It hurt!

"From now on" she said to me, as she held her huge strap-on in her hand, "You will think of me as a man."

Then she turned to Andrea.

"What would you say about this person here?" she asked.

"He's not much of a man. In fact, I never thought of him as a real man."

"Then why were you with him?"

"Out of pity" she said.

"If he's not a man at all, wouldn't he make a wonderful woman?"

"Yes!" said Andrea, her face lighting up.

"Andrea!" I said. "Why are you saying that? Please stop this!"

"Once you are a woman, you'll being to see me as a man" said Shari. "Very soon, even you will being to think of yourself as a woman."

Right. Like that was going to happen. As I stood there, Andrea started to rub a cream all over me. It smelled funny, and I didn't like it. After a few moments, it began to tingle. Then the tingle turned into a burn.

"What is this?" I asked.

Neither one of them answered me. I had to stand there, feeling a burn all over, for about five minutes. Then Andrea came back into the room, holding a pail of water. I could see ice cubes floating in it. She dipped a pink sponge into the water, and rubbed it on my arm. It felt so cold! I looked at my arm where she had just rubbed, and I noticed that all of the hair was gone!

That was when I realized the cream must have been some kind of hair remover. She continued to put the freezing cold water on me, all over, and rub my skin to wipe away the hair which the cream had removed. When she was done, I was freezing cold, wet all over, and hairless from head to toe.

Shari went to the shelf on the wall, and handed Andrea something that looked like a woman's breast. Andrea put something on the underside of it, and I smelled the odor of glue. She took the breast, and positioned it on my chest, holding it onto me as the glue dried.

"Andrea, honey, please stop" I said, weakly. "Don't put breasts on me!"

"My mistress says you are to become a woman, and a woman needs breasts" she replied, coldly as she held the second one in place. She pushed into me hard, holding them there for about a minute, and then she let go. Her hands fell away, but the breasts didn't. They were stuck on my chest.

They were really big looking, perhaps D cup sized. They featured a huge ring of color, with a very prominent nipple sticking out from them at the end, slightly upturned. It made it look as if I had big boobs! I was so revolted and disgusted. I almost felt like crying as Andrea put a wig on me, made of the same color hair as Shari's. And then she started to apply makeup to my face!

"If you squirm and make me smear this, you will be punished most severely" she warned.

I could do nothing as she put on lipstick, mascara, powders, and more. She then released my left hand from the cuff, and turned me around to face the wall. I could feel the tip of her strap-on touching me in my rear. I was so afraid that she was going to try and put it into me! I let out a whimper as I shook in fear.

Andrea wrapped something around me, and I looked down to see that it was a black leather corset. She pulled the laces tight in back, really hard! Each time I breathed out, she would pull on it, constricting me even more. My breaths had to be so shallow now, as it tightened up on me more and more. The tops of my big fake boobs were visible. I couldn't believe it was me that I was looking down at. Andrea now spun me around to face Shari.

"Not only will you think of me as a man from now on" said Shari, "But you will also think of Andrea as a man too. From now on, your wife is the man of the house. And you are the housewife."

"You need to think of me as your husband now" sand Andrea. "That's right dear. I am the husband, and you are the wife."

"No..." I whispered.

"Oh yes. In fact, I have decided that you are no longer Larry, since that name is not appropriate for a woman. To me, you are Leah now."

"And Andrea is no name for a man" added Shari. "From now on, you will address him as Andrew."

"I am Andrew, your husband" said Andrea. "Tell me who I am, and who you are."

"I'm Larry, your husband!" I shouted.

Whack! They both hit me at the same time. Shari with her crop, and Andrea with her bare hand.

"That is not correct, Leah. Now tell me again who you are, and who I am."

"You are Andrea, my wife!" I said.

Wham, whack!! D*mn that hurt!

"Okay!" I said. "I'm Leah. And you're Andrew. My husband."

"That's right, baby" she said. "You're my wife now. My woman,"

 

"You are the wife now" said Shari, "And your husband is very horny. Look how hard he is, staring at your pretty breasts. Get on your knees, and suck his dick."

I would play their games and call my wife 'Andrew', but I wasn't going to put her fake dick into my mouth! No way! I struggled, and turned my head to the side, trying not to let it into me.

"She doesn't want to suck my dick" said Andrea, sounding disappointed.

"Don't worry, Andrew" she said. "There are other ways to break him."

Andrea released my other hand from the cuff, allowing me to move. I reached down to my neck, but the chain was locked in place, and it was way too thick for me to even hope of breaking. I needed the key to get free. I glared at Shari, as she pushed a button on the wall. A few moments later, a man walked into the room. He was big, perhaps six foot four, and very well built. What was she going to do? Have him hit me now? I steeled myself. I'd put up with pain if I had to! I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. Or her.

"Remove your pants" she ordered.

The man did it quickly, without protest. Shari put her hand on his penis, and petted it.

"Look how well endowed this man is" she said, directing her words to me. "Now this is a dick. Its almost as big as mine! Its too bad that you don't have one, being a woman."

I glared at her in anger. How many more times would she insult me like this, telling me I was a woman?

"Andrew, on your knees" she said, pointing to the ground in front of the man. I watched in horror as Andrea dropped to her knees! Worse yet, Andrea took his penis in her hand, then put her mouth over the tip. Soon she had it in her mouth, and she was sliding her head back and forth. I struggled uselessly against my bonds.

"Look how much your husband Andrew is enjoying having a man's dick in his mouth. In a minute, I'll order Andrew to lie down, and spread his legs wide open, all inviting. And you can watch as this man puts himself inside, and bangs her again and again."

"No!!!!!!!" I said. I couldn't let another man have Andrea!

"This man is going to come. The only question is: will it be inside of Andrew's pussy?"

"Stop this!!!" I cried.

"You can stop it" she said.

"How?" I asked, desperate.

"Drop to your knees."

 

I fell to my knees.

"Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth. I'd do anything to save Andrea from having this man come inside her. I watched in horror as she made Andrea stop, then directed the man over to me. I was trembling, as he slide himself into my mouth.

"Now go at it like you mean it" ordered Shari.

I did as Andrea had done, rocking my head back and forth. I used my tongue. I knew what I liked, and I did that for him. Soon enough, I felt it, as he finally climaxed into me. I felt like gagging, as it hit the back of my throat. I looked up in horror to see that Andrea had been holding a video camera! She had me on film doing that with a guy. Oh no, this was terrible!

"Now you'll never cross me. Not with me having such a nice film of you" said Shari. "Now you've made a mn come. You're well on your way towards being a woman."

"You may go now" she told the man. "Send the next one it."

"Yes, Mistress" he said.

I watched in horror as a second man walked in the room. Again, Shari ordered Andrea to go down on him, while I watched. Then she ordered Andrea to laid down and spread her legs for him. The m was about to put himself into her pussy, through the slit in the strap-on, when Shari told me that I could stop it. I had to. I knelt down, and opened my mouth.

Once again, I had to do something disgusting and revolting, as a movie was made of me. I felt Shari reach down under me, and start to stroke my penis, until it got hard. Then I saw the flash of light as she took a picture. Great. Me with a mn in my mouth, and me all hard, as if I was enjoying it. She would be able to blackmail me into anything now.

When she sent the man away, she had Andrea come up to me. I opened my mouth, and accepted her strap-on this time.

"Do me like you mean it" she ordered. I obeyed her.

"As you can see Leah, you are a woman now. You may still feel some disgust, but in time you will come to enjoy the feel of a penis inside you. You are a woman now. Yes. Suck your husband hard, Leah. He loves you. Show him that you're his woman."

When at last Andrea pulled her strap-on out of me, I felt like crying.

"Are you a man, or a woman?" she asked.

"I'm a woman" I said, giving her what she wanted to hear.

"I don't believe that you mean it" she said.

Shari smiled, as she pushed the button, summoning a third man into the room. This time, I didn't want to have to face seeing Andrea with his dick in her mouth (or worse). So I simply knelt down, and opened my mouth. And this time, I made him come quickly.

"You're getting very good at that" said Shari. "This will make an interesting tape. A man walks in, you kneel down without being ordered, and you do him. Very interesting indeed. I think you like doing it."

I looked at her, afraid to even speak.

"Tell me" she said, "When you first walked in that door, would you have believed it if I told you that I could get you to go down on a man, without even having to give you an order?"

"No" admitted.

"And so you see, even though you've only been here a few hours, you are already mine, and you are already well on your way towards becoming a woman. Why resist me? I've already gotten you past the hard part. You are already mine. You can never go back. Why not make it easy on yourself, and just give yourself to me?"

"What do you want?" I asked, as I looked up at her. Her strap-on penis seemed so big, pointing towards my face.

"Andrew, what do you think of the fact that your wife just went down on three men?"

"She's a woman. If she wants a man, she would have him" replied Andrea.

"Do you want a man?"

"No, mistress. I only went down on the men because you asked me to. I want to fuck my woman, my wife."

"So you accept Leah as your wife now?"

"Oh yes" said Andrea. "She is my wife, and I am her husband."

Now Shari turned to me.

"And do you look at Andrew as your husband now?"

I nodded, weakly.

"You need to say it, Leah."

"Yes, I accept that Andrew is my husband now" I replied.

"Good" said Shari.

I watched as she helped Andrea get dressed up in a man's tux, with a top hat, bow tie, and everything. Then they turned to me. Andrea left the room for a moment, and returned with something truly frightening: a white wedding gown! She put it down on the table, and showed me something else she had: one of those things that brides wear under their skirts, made of the white crinkly material, to make the skirt poof out around them. She put me into it, and then helped me into the wedding dress.

I looked at Andrea in her tux. I could see the huge bulge in her pants from the strap-on. And I was standing there, in a wedding gown. Shari was snapping pictures of us. I even had to hold a bouquet of roses. And before I knew what was going on, Shari started to conduct a ceremony. I had to promise to love honor and obey Andrew, as his lawfully wedded wife.

"You may now kiss the bride" said Shari.

Andrea kissed me so hard. She was really taking charge of things. If I wasn't standing there with fake boobs on my chest, wearing a wedding gown, and feeling her strap-on pressing into me, I would have been excited about how she was acting. She held my wrists, so I felt helpless, as she put her tongue into my mouth.

"And now it is time for the husband to take his virgin bride" said Shari.

I was barely aware it seemed, as Andrea lifted up my skirt in back, pulled the crinkly stuff out of the way, and applied a dab of some type of oily gel to my behind. And then I felt her start to slide her big fake dick up into me, and I gasped as she filled me up. Her hands reached through my skirt in the front, and started to stimulate my penis there. She was jerking me off so hard. I didn't want to, but I came.

"You're my wife now" she said, as she thrust into me again and again. "My obedient wife, who will do whatever I say. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Yes" I said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes.... Andrew?"

"Good girl" she replied.

 

"Now that you're no longer a virgin" said Shari to me, "You are ready to have lots of sex."

I looked up in terror to see that two more men had entered the room.

"I can line them up all day for you" said Shari. "Unless you do what Andrew wants."

"And what is that?" I said, afraid to even find out.

"These are female hormone pills" she said, holding out a medicine bottle to me. "If you take them, they will help feminize your body. Your boobs will grow out. You'll become soft and curvy. They will help you become a woman on the inside too, as the alter your brain chemistry. If you take these for me, and promise to take more daily, I'll have the men sent away."

"Or if you don't obey your husband" threatened Shari, "I will let these men have their way with you, and keep bringing them in, one after the next. Its your choice dear. You can show your husband that you love him completely, or you can show him that you'd rather be with lots of men."

I had no choice. I felt weak. I took the pills from Andrea, and took two of them.

Now Shari handed Andrea a bottle of pills of her own. She took out one, and gulped it down.

"These are male hormones and steroids" she said. "I will be taking them from now on, so that my muscles will grow strong, my voice deeper, and I might even develop hair on my chest. I'm going to become a manly man, while you will be a delicate little feminine flower for me."

Andrea started to take off my wedding dress, and released me from my collar.

"You are mine now" she continued. "With the photographs I have of you, you'll never dare go against me. Not unless you want all of your family and friends to see pictures and films of you pleasing those men."

I fell to my knees, and started to suck on her strap-on, to show her how I felt.

"Good" she said. "Very good. Now stand up Leah. I have one last thing for you."

I stood up. What could she possibly do to me now?

I stared in shock as she placed a device around my manhood, and locked it in place.

"This is what you might call a chastity belt" she said. "It will prevent you from touching yourself, or feeling any stimulation down there, unless I want to free you. For now, the only stimulation you will get will be when I take you to bed and fuck you with my big dick."

She was going to cut me off! I felt horrible!

"This remote allows me to control your chastity belt. If I push the right buttons, as I'm doing now, you'll feel pressure on your balls. If I go far enough, they will get crushed, and you'll suffer the worst pain."

I felt so uncomfortable, as my balls were squeezed. I gasped for air, until she stopped.

"But once you've shown me you're a good wife, I can push this other button, which will stimulate your little clit. I'll be able to make you come at the touch of a button, whether you want to or not. I'll use this to train you properly. When you see my dick, I'll make you feel pleasure. Then I'll show you pictures of a naked woman, and I'll make you feel pain. With enough time and training, your body will learn on its own to react with pleasure to the sight of a man, but fear and revulsion from the sight of a woman. That's right dear. I'm going to make you desire men."

I looked up at her, feeling so weak. She was so strong.

"You will cook and clean for me. You will be the housewife. I'll go out and have sex with all the men and women that I want, while you slave around the house. Eventually, I'll have your testicles removed, and then your penis. You'll be a real woman, in every way."

 

I was still in my corset with my fake breasts. Andrea dressed me in heels, along with a tight black leather miniskirt. She led me out the door, and back to our car. I was silent as we drove home. When we arrived there, we went up to our bedroom. She pointed to the bed, and I laid down. She tied my arms and legs up to the corners of the bed. Then she placed a large realistic penis on top of me, right between my boobs. I looked at her helplessly as she put earphones on me, and started playing a tape.

"This will repeat over and over, as you sleep for the next few days" she said. "Take your sleeping pill now, like a good girl."

I took the pill from her, and swallowed it. I could hear the tape starting. It was a woman's voice talking to me.

"You are a woman. You have always been a woman. You were never a man. When you were young, you were a girl. On the inside, you are only capable of having feminine feelings...."

"Good night Leah" said Andrea. "When you next wake up, the hypnotic effect will ensure that even you think you are a woman. Sleep well, my pretty wife."

I could only lay there helplessly, as I felt myself falling off to sleep, the tape telling me I was a woman, as it began to slowly reprogram my mind....

  

  

  

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