10 Beyond
Part 10
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification part 10
Beyond
Watching the montage, so proffessionaly cut, edited and created left me in no doubt that this was now way, way beyond my control. The underlying pretext of their Domination was undeniable. I would have to go along with whatever was to happen next and only hope they might treat me well. I wanted to have never met Victoria. Yet i wanted to be back between her legs even more. Thoughts of my old life. Regrets and more would have to wait.
After a while i managed to take the 'gurly' tablets Jennifer had left. Knowing they knew i would and were somewhere watching my every move rendered me helpless. Jennifer was correct. My masculinity was being stripped away continually and aggressively. Just one i promised myself. Before long all 6 i had greedily swallowed. I enjoyed the giddy high they gave me. Woosy and warm and tingly. Like being intoxicatingly relaxed, and carefree. Sort of like slow burning, longer lasting poppers. They made me feel very sexy and fuzzy. Very feminine. And ridiculously filthy horny. The feel of anything against my silky smooth skin intensified. The reality of my situation feeling less intimidating, not quite so scary. If that makes sense? In for a penny in for a pound my new hopefully temporary mantra. Once they had taught me a lesson, if i was good, if i gave them what they wanted maybe i would land back in my old life.... or wake up to this being a very erotic but essentially wicked dream? I could not pretend to hold any control. I had lost any rights to bartar. I had been rather foolish to put it mildly.
Again i must of drifted to sleep.
Now here's where the story really gets going.
I drifted in and out of semi conciousness whilst Jennifer came in and out of the room several times.
She played with my tail every so often teasing my .... my pussy. Yanking it around and pulling on it slightly. Every time i began to arrouse she stopped.
When i finally woke up i was in bed. Alone and naked. Totally naked barring my seemingly permanent clitty cage and collar. The tail and the rest of my 'pet' attire seemingly gone. Being unable to remember how and why had my insides turning somersaults. Especially knowing what had gone before.
Not feeling so groggy i wondered how long i had been sleeping. Allmost despising myself for enjoying the feel of the silky bed sheets against the smooth as silk skin of my legs, i wriggled around a while before plucking up the courage to get up and look around. Completely clueless about who else might be in the lounge room or how i had gotten into bed. Before doing so i took a while to notice how my body ached from the cruel pet bondage i had been filmed crawling around in. Arse permanently in the air as i did. My thighs ached from cramping. My wrists were marked from those cuffs. Tentatively i remember running my fingers down and over my frustrated encased, sore throbbing sissy cock. Or what was once my cock. My bum was sore from the tails plug. I tugged at my long pinky blonde hair. This was no wig! No usual wig anyway. I rubbed my thighs together enjoying their smoothness. My tongue was sore and still definately pierced. The bells on my collar jingled as i wriggled. I checked my supposedly temporary tattoos in the mirror. I guzzled some water. I wrapped myself in a blanket and smoked some cigerrettes on the balcony with coffee. What was i going to do now?
All of my male belongings. Car keys, clothes, wallet, phone were gone.
Deciding to go back to bed as it was barely 7am i noticed a letter on the bedside table. Addressed Sissie. It read.
Sissie,
Behind the mirrored closet is everything you will need. Shower, dress and go for breakfast if you like. The bill has been settled but you must vacate by 11am.
Inside your new purse you will find enough money to get yourself to the address in your new phone. Also inside your purse. You will get there as soon as possible.
Mistress Fiona
Wanting to curle up in a ball and cry i lay on the bed a while before showering. Neither the tramp stamps, my new hair or nails were for being washed off! Then the wardrobe. White silk, lacey knicks. Beautifull white corset with wonerbra uplift to enhance my slight cleavage from years of push ups and excersize. White, allmost nude silk hold up stockings. Make up and details of how i was to painstaikingly apply. A thin, white slightly stretchy satin jumper dress that covered all my top half, which was good. But stopped maybe 3 inches below the cheeks of my bum which i had to admit looked gloriously pert in my new panties. Too short! There was also a pink cotton cardigan. And a pair of 7.... yes 7 inch white ankle boots which would be padlocked shut once i got them on. Holy shit i thought. Please no.
Attempting to not enjoy the experience of sliding snugly into my new clothes was futile. I lived every moment. Despite the forced nature of my situation. Without choice, and after two early morning shots of bourbon for courage i plucked up enough courage to eventually leave this room. A room i would be forever haunted by. I must of checked myself admiringly in the mirror at least a dozen times before leaving. The white stilletoe ankle boots where so sexy. A little higher than i was comfortably confident in. A silver zip up the inside atatched to tiny padlocks i had locked and had no key for. A reaccuring theme given my collar and clitty cock chastity. The silk nude with a tinge of white stockings felt even better than they looked. The cardy tied round my tummy and hung slightly below my teeny tiny, clingy tight minidress. My knew false eyelashes and eyes made up dark concealer and blusher looked quite good too if i did so say myself. My hair i had washed as instructed and it hung slightly wavy to the top of my small but natural boobs. Well pecs in a wondeebra'd corset. I loved how it looked and smelt. I loved how it felt too. Tjough having so much hair increased my body temperature noticeably. My lips were a soft pink matching my nails. The tattoo on my right thigh was mostly Induan ink and of two gorgeous, quite obviously Shemales wrapped around eachother. It covered the top half of my thigh allmost completely. Luckily the sissie slut on my ankle fell below my new boots. Looking like a sexy whore made me feel hornier than i dare say. But leaving the busy hotel looking like a fulltime whore was a unpleasant experience indeed. Yet one i expected i was to get used to. I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone and once outside hailed a black cab as quickly as possible. Was i finally about to meet my Mistress or was this another debilitating rouse?
Sissies fixation becomes Sissification part 10
Beyond
Watching the montage, so proffessionaly cut, edited and created left me in no doubt that this was now way, way beyond my control. The underlying pretext of their Domination was undeniable. I would have to go along with whatever was to happen next and only hope they might treat me well. I wanted to have never met Victoria. Yet i wanted to be back between her legs even more. Thoughts of my old life. Regrets and more would have to wait.
After a while i managed to take the 'gurly' tablets Jennifer had left. Knowing they knew i would and were somewhere watching my every move rendered me helpless. Jennifer was correct. My masculinity was being stripped away continually and aggressively. Just one i promised myself. Before long all 6 i had greedily swallowed. I enjoyed the giddy high they gave me. Woosy and warm and tingly. Like being intoxicatingly relaxed, and carefree. Sort of like slow burning, longer lasting poppers. They made me feel very sexy and fuzzy. Very feminine. And ridiculously filthy horny. The feel of anything against my silky smooth skin intensified. The reality of my situation feeling less intimidating, not quite so scary. If that makes sense? In for a penny in for a pound my new hopefully temporary mantra. Once they had taught me a lesson, if i was good, if i gave them what they wanted maybe i would land back in my old life.... or wake up to this being a very erotic but essentially wicked dream? I could not pretend to hold any control. I had lost any rights to bartar. I had been rather foolish to put it mildly.
Again i must of drifted to sleep.
Now here's where the story really gets going.
I drifted in and out of semi conciousness whilst Jennifer came in and out of the room several times.
She played with my tail every so often teasing my .... my pussy. Yanking it around and pulling on it slightly. Every time i began to arrouse she stopped.
When i finally woke up i was in bed. Alone and naked. Totally naked barring my seemingly permanent clitty cage and collar. The tail and the rest of my 'pet' attire seemingly gone. Being unable to remember how and why had my insides turning somersaults. Especially knowing what had gone before.
Not feeling so groggy i wondered how long i had been sleeping. Allmost despising myself for enjoying the feel of the silky bed sheets against the smooth as silk skin of my legs, i wriggled around a while before plucking up the courage to get up and look around. Completely clueless about who else might be in the lounge room or how i had gotten into bed. Before doing so i took a while to notice how my body ached from the cruel pet bondage i had been filmed crawling around in. Arse permanently in the air as i did. My thighs ached from cramping. My wrists were marked from those cuffs. Tentatively i remember running my fingers down and over my frustrated encased, sore throbbing sissy cock. Or what was once my cock. My bum was sore from the tails plug. I tugged at my long pinky blonde hair. This was no wig! No usual wig anyway. I rubbed my thighs together enjoying their smoothness. My tongue was sore and still definately pierced. The bells on my collar jingled as i wriggled. I checked my supposedly temporary tattoos in the mirror. I guzzled some water. I wrapped myself in a blanket and smoked some cigerrettes on the balcony with coffee. What was i going to do now?
All of my male belongings. Car keys, clothes, wallet, phone were gone.
Deciding to go back to bed as it was barely 7am i noticed a letter on the bedside table. Addressed Sissie. It read.
Sissie,
Behind the mirrored closet is everything you will need. Shower, dress and go for breakfast if you like. The bill has been settled but you must vacate by 11am.
Inside your new purse you will find enough money to get yourself to the address in your new phone. Also inside your purse. You will get there as soon as possible.
Mistress Fiona
Wanting to curle up in a ball and cry i lay on the bed a while before showering. Neither the tramp stamps, my new hair or nails were for being washed off! Then the wardrobe. White silk, lacey knicks. Beautifull white corset with wonerbra uplift to enhance my slight cleavage from years of push ups and excersize. White, allmost nude silk hold up stockings. Make up and details of how i was to painstaikingly apply. A thin, white slightly stretchy satin jumper dress that covered all my top half, which was good. But stopped maybe 3 inches below the cheeks of my bum which i had to admit looked gloriously pert in my new panties. Too short! There was also a pink cotton cardigan. And a pair of 7.... yes 7 inch white ankle boots which would be padlocked shut once i got them on. Holy shit i thought. Please no.
Attempting to not enjoy the experience of sliding snugly into my new clothes was futile. I lived every moment. Despite the forced nature of my situation. Without choice, and after two early morning shots of bourbon for courage i plucked up enough courage to eventually leave this room. A room i would be forever haunted by. I must of checked myself admiringly in the mirror at least a dozen times before leaving. The white stilletoe ankle boots where so sexy. A little higher than i was comfortably confident in. A silver zip up the inside atatched to tiny padlocks i had locked and had no key for. A reaccuring theme given my collar and clitty cock chastity. The silk nude with a tinge of white stockings felt even better than they looked. The cardy tied round my tummy and hung slightly below my teeny tiny, clingy tight minidress. My knew false eyelashes and eyes made up dark concealer and blusher looked quite good too if i did so say myself. My hair i had washed as instructed and it hung slightly wavy to the top of my small but natural boobs. Well pecs in a wondeebra'd corset. I loved how it looked and smelt. I loved how it felt too. Tjough having so much hair increased my body temperature noticeably. My lips were a soft pink matching my nails. The tattoo on my right thigh was mostly Induan ink and of two gorgeous, quite obviously Shemales wrapped around eachother. It covered the top half of my thigh allmost completely. Luckily the sissie slut on my ankle fell below my new boots. Looking like a sexy whore made me feel hornier than i dare say. But leaving the busy hotel looking like a fulltime whore was a unpleasant experience indeed. Yet one i expected i was to get used to. I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone and once outside hailed a black cab as quickly as possible. Was i finally about to meet my Mistress or was this another debilitating rouse?
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