Author's Forward
In a church Twenty two years ago I was christened Marcus Leon Sanders. Today
that person no longer exist for I am now Slave Noel, the feminized sex toy of
my former girlfriend Pam and her new husband. I exist between the exotic and
erotic limbo of the twin realms of masculinity and femininity, a boy-girl or
she-male if you will.
Between my thighs, I posses not a female vagina but a penis and a pair of
hairless testicles. And from my once flat chest I have sprouted small soft
knobs of flesh, which have been cultivated and developed in a buxom bosom,
which any woman would die to have. My breasts are perfectly pear-shaped and
firm with no hint of droop or sag. My nipples are neat little buttons of
flesh centered in cocoa-cocoa-brown colored areolas. When caresses and
stimulated my nipples tingle and pucker into erect little buds which are
highly sensitive. My skin is now as soft and sooth as a new born babies butt
and my hips sway naturally in a female manner when I walk. Corsets and
midriff cinchers have reduced my waist size and have helped to make my
buttocks wider, fuller and deliciously rounded. My ass can best be described
as a heart-shaped feminine bottom just waiting to be squeezed and caressed. I
no longer have to wear wigs for a luxuriant growth of golden hair flows down
over my shoulder and breasts. My long legs are the only part of me that I
have to shave now. Female hormone pills and periodic shots from Mistress's
gynecologist have reduced my body hair and aided in the development of my
beautiful breast. My pubic hair is removed bimonthly by way of hot wax
treatments to keep my genitals smooth and naked. I dread the first and
fifteenth of each month for it hurts and is as painful today as much as it was
that first time. Hot wax being applied and then ripped from such a delicate
and sensitive part of the anatomy cannot be described only experienced. I
freely submit to the hot-wax treatments because it pleases Pam, who has become
my Mistress, and is a sign of her ownership of me.
It is because of her that I have become what I am today. And it is because of
her that I now have a Master, who loves and cherishes me for what I have
become as much as she does. Before I get carried away with telling you about
my life as Noel with both a Master and a Mistress to please and obey. I want
to relate when Jason learned I was Pam's Slave and not just her girlfriend.
So let me start again if you don't mind.
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Chapter 1
I Learn My Beloved Mistress is to Marry
Mistress Pamela revealed my true gender to Jason, her fiancée, two days after
their engagement. Jason and Pam had a whirlwind romance, the dashing and
hansom six footer had swept my Mistress off her feet. It was exactly six week
from their first date until he slipped a wedding band on her finger.
When Mistress Pamela first informed me of her impending marriage I was terror
stricken with shock and panic. My tongue had just pulled the five carrot
diamond engagement ring from her semen filled vagina. Catching the ring as it
dropped from my mouth, she slipping it back on her finger. Closed her eyes,
she excitedly whispered.
"Jason wants me to be his wife."
Hugging my head to her bosom she continued. "Oh, Noel, he not only hansom and
rich, he has the most incredible cock! He can fuck forever before he cums but
he's not much at eating pussy though. He could take lesson from you in that
department my sweet little sissy slut." Pushing my head down toward her
shaved crotch she quickly added. "Now hurry Noel and clean me out and go easy
on my clit, darling. I think Jason's monstrous dick has rubbed it raw."
Tears were streaking my makeup and beginning to mix with the their love juices
still leaking and bubbling from the pussy that I felt that I would soon never
see again. My Goddess and Mistress was going to banish me from her life or so
I thought. 'What will become of me?' kept flashing inside my head. 'Husbands
don't allow wives to have sex slaves, not even sissy feminized ones.'
Throwing my arms around her hips tightly I managed to choke out between sobs.
"Please, Pleaseee don't marry Ja..Ja..Jasooon !"
Crumpling to the floor and trembling with fear I kissed her feet mumbling and
begging almost incoherently. "Please, please don't get married. Jason will
not allow you to own me. OH GOD! Mistress. I'll die if you leave me.
Please, oh pleaseee don't marry this man! Tell me what he does. I'll learn
to please you as he does."
Sitting up Mistress reaches down and puts her hands under my arms and tugs as
she commands. "Hush Noel, stop crying now and sit up. Sit up and look at
me!"
I obeyed kneeling, head bowed, hands covering my face as my tears continued to
flow.
Taking my hands she placed them on top of my head then cupped my chin and
titled my head back. With the fingers of her other hand she brushed my hair
back and whipped away the tears streaking my face. Sighing deeply she spoke
softly saying.
"Hush darling and listen now. My marriage to Jason will change nothing
between us. Noel you are my slave, my personal property, nothing will ever
change that. Jason does not know your true gender yet but he has agreed that
you can live with us once we are man and wife. To the outside world you will
be our live in maid but in time I hope you will see what I see in Jason and
love him also. I know Jason will accept your submissiveness and need to be
dominated, he will understand your need and desire to be feminized. Together
we will accelerate your development into the true feminine submissive slave
you were always meant to be my darling."
Still sniffling I managed to stutter out "BU..BU...BUUUUUT!" as Mistress put
her index finger across my lips silencing me.
"No Buts, now darling. Kneel straight before you Mistress and don't speak
just listen."
As I struggle to obey she placed her hand behind my head saying. "Better yet
my slave, let's put that sweet mouth to use. Seal your lips to the entrance
of my pussy-hole and let the essence of the man I love fill your mouth as you
listen."
As I tasted the first drops of Jason's jism on my tongue Mistress held the
back of my head and squeezed the muscles of her cunt forcing even more of his
spunk into my mouth. Satisfied that I had the taste of her lover and husband
to be she used her thighs to keep me where I was as she spoke.
"You were meant to be dominated and owned darling. I knew it the first time I
ever saw you. I ask you out that first time because I knew I could control
you. You were putty in my hands remember. Take your tongue out of my sweet
hole and close your eyes and think back. Remember how eager you were to
please me and the rules I laid down for you. Remember what I made you do that
first time."
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