The new master's body was very gently handled as they moved her
from the van to the house. She was very silent in her bondage,
remembering the rules of her transformation. She was no longer in
possession of a name or of a gender: these things were to be reassigned
by her teacher. She was to remain silent until she was given the proper
words to speak. She was to remain naked except for the straps, belts,
and garments she would be given as appropriate to her training.
But, there were the memories, as well. She remembered her current
gender to be female, if only from the straps pressing tightly against
her cunt, feeling the moistness under the warm leather. She couldn't see
anything but the broad shoulders of her bearers, each holding a loop of
metal attached
to her secure binding, bearing her into the house. Was this going to be
too difficult? She knew that the masters would assign her gender as it
pleased them, not for her ease, and that was the hardest part of the
transformation process.
She had loved being a woman, but what exquisite seduction! That
she would be one of the masters, so fluid in their gender. She
remembered the time she welcomed into her dominance a man so eager to
become her slave, but later to reveal himself as one of the masters. She
discovered this as she stripped him down, as she had him bound to the
wall: the beautiful skin of his small breasts, the look of fear in his
eyes as she brought the knife to his neck, his hairless cunt. She
remembered cutting him down, watching him go over to his bag and remove
the soft flesh of his cock as he bore down upon it, pulling it up into
himself. The prosthesis alone kept her enthralled, such that she
demanded to learn more.
And then to find herself signing the rules, the contract, giving
up possession of what was her life, her gender, for this weekend. A
transformation, an experience, her signature giving her entry among
them, and so completely, so suddenly. She left her job that night and
met the four masters, who brought her to their van. Inside, she was
stripped, laid down among the pillows and rugs, on top of her binding
restraint which had been designed for her. It was an abduction, she was
being removed from her entire previous mode of thinking, they were
stripping away what was unnecessary to her.
She has been a mistress to slaves before, and she knew better than
to be disobedient. She was 'a good bottom', too good to ever bottom
properly. She knew what she demanded when it was her as mistress,
topping the slave, sending the slave around in commands and trails which
they understood only that they were pleasing their mistress. They would
misstep because they would step outside of total obedience, their will
would intrude upon their grasp of their command, and they would be
punished. The sheer joy of the punishment, the bindings, the blows: as
if to say, here: you are bound to your task and you shall never escape
it until you are brought every drop of pleasure from it.
She watched the dark sky change to white ceiling as she entered
the small house where she would undergo her transformation. The four
masters laid her upon a series of cushions, and began to unstrap her.
And then, they moved back from her, leaving her naked upon the bed of
her leather encasement and the cushions, and moved out by the foyer
through which she was brought into another part of the house.
And, she became aware of his stare: a young master, dressed very
casually in a bright pink t-shirt and jeans, well shaven, with long
brown hair strewn around his neck and chest. She felt his eyes watching
her every small motion, watch her as she nestled back upon the restraint
and allowed him to absorb her appearance. She remembered: be silent
until you are given the words to speak. She stared back, reaching her
mind outward to him as if to welcome his stare, to let him explore her
and understand her.
"It is good," he began, "to see you so open to your
transformation. I cannot sense any fear upon you. Some masters upon this
first entrance fear the simplicity with which we open. But what you see
around you here is little more than you should ever need to put a slave
into bondage. So we shall begin your first lesson.
"I believe in openness, so I would like to explain to you what you
should be expecting. Tonight you will not be permitted to speak, but
after listening to me and having time to meditate upon the story of how
I've brought all of this together, and time to sleep for tomorrow, you
should be very clear on the proper tones of speech and familiar with any
language necessary to communicate the questions and statements you will
need to finish this transformation.
"Tomorrow, we will start with your choice of name, and allow you
to give meaning to that name. Your story, as everything occurring this
weekend, is recorded for our records.
"There are then four questions which must be answered for your
training. First, you need to know the source of your own power as a
master, and how to keep yourself focused within such power. Second, you
will be informed about how we effect gender flexibility in our masters.
Third, we will discuss rules concerning slaves and other people in your
possession, and how they should be taught to express themselves.
Finally, we will discuss the nature of our politics, and other issues
around representing our views and beliefs to the rest of the world.
"Once we have answered these questions, you will be allowed to
practice what you have learned. The remainder of the weekend will be
devoted toward readjusting you to the changes in your situation and
playing with the boundaries of your new power in a safe space. In many
ways, what I am suggesting at this point is not so much a new set of
abilities, but a new way of looking at your established and innate
abilities."
He rose from the couch, grabbed one of the cushions which were
scattered around the strikingly bare room, and placed it next to her.
Slowly he removed his clothing, revealing his hairless, slightly muscled
chest, his firm, well-shaven legs, and a beautiful cock. He tossed the
clothing aside and nestled himself into the cushion. She stared at each
motion, feeling the rhythm of his every move. She immediately realized
he was presenting himself before her, that he was allowing her to become
comfortable with every inch of his body.
And she immediately wondered how he could ever become female: his
body bordered on androgynous, but it was so hard for her to forget the
sight of his cock, the way his skin sloped downward from his belly to
the cock in a way which she never experienced a woman's genitalia.
He looked into her eyes, and knew her thoughts: she needed to be
punished, brought under the spell of her obedience. He reached out his
hand and grazed her cheek with a soft stroke of his finger. She watched
the breathing of his chest, the slow rolling of his navel underneath his
broad chest.
"I want you to imagine how I was in those first days of my
mastery", he said, leading into the description of his origin. "It was
wondrous, those first few touches of bondage, the feel of being tied to
my master's bed. He would whip me after I was bound and secured, marking
long lashes across my back which would burn with the ecstasy of pain and
release. He would mark me until I broke into sweat and tears, and then
release my legs and come up behind me. I would feel the cold twinge of
his condom as he pushed his cock into me, and he would lay upon my
reddened back, the drops of sweat and the short puffs of his moans cool
against my heat. What a tremendous release, to abandon myself inside my
new found bisexuality, to revel in this contact with another man, to
feel myself filled as only I had filled others previously.
"We would have big parties in which he would have me sold to
various groups of people. He would watch as I was ordered to fuck, to be
fucked, by men, by women. The days spent in his care were blossoming my
identity within me and before long, I found myself less and less
attached to the image which I immediately associated upon meeting
someone, that of their gender. It mattered less when I would mount
myself upon someone, and I found myself grinding my ass against a
woman's pubic mound, as if to fuck her penis. Occasionally I would have
her satisfy me by strapping on dildoes of all sizes.
"But it was not completely fulfilling. At night I would dream of
my cock slowly shrinking into my body, pulling upward until my testicles
sucked right into my body. A female friend then came over to me and
knelt in front of me, slowly licking my brand-new cunt, and I felt my
legs moisten from my new hole, dripping in a patch below me. And the
first sensation of blood, thinking that my skin had split inside of me,
feeling my muscles cramp and then relax as she stroked me, took care of
me. But this was not my skin breaking, and I was not being damaged:
there was only the slow drip of my blood from between my legs and the
knowledge that this was my first period.
"That dream tremendously shaped me. I woke up expecting to find my
penis gone, but there was only the sight of my semi-hard cock withering
away as the last vestiges of the dream left me. Like a power released in
me, I felt the desire to take my master in my hands, to fuck him until
he had come, and to continue fucking him until my own orgasm came
shaking across my body.
"He awoke, and saw the look in my eyes, and realized the period of
his mastery of me was coming to an end. He slowly rolled himself onto
his back and I threw my leg over him, and pressed myself into the warmth
of his neck. I whispered in his ear about the dream, and I could feel
his arousal growing underneath me. Grabbing a condom, I quickly
maneuvered myself onto his cock, watching the release and acceptance
flow over him as I let myself be transformed.
"I was wrapped in the moment. He rested a finger under my soft
cock and began to massage it, stroking from the base to brush the tip of
my penis, which slowly began transforming under his touch. He reached up
and cupped my breast, bending forward to circle my nipple. I rocked back
and forth on his cock, feeling a surge of change, power and love
radiating from me. I grabbed his arms and thrust them to the bed,
clamping myself on top of him, thrusting harder and harder upon his
body. I felt myself for the first time claim him as if a woman, not as a
man: I was not his slave riding on top of him, pleasing my master,
hoping and waiting for my cock to start shooting warm come all over his
belly. My cock disappeared from my mind as I stared into his eyes, I
felt as if it had shrunk, I could feel the stroke of his hair upon me as
if to tease the lips of my cunt, to stroke my clitoris. I felt the
transformation move out through my body, my sweat in beads across my
erect nipples, my skin rippling in waves, my back arching.
"That night, I became a master: I learned the control of my body,
the control of my mind, more certainly than anyone had ever dominated my
body or put commands into my mind. I knew for certain that I could not
top anyone if I hadn't first the strength, the certainty, within myself,
to know boundary and limit, and to break such boundary and limit with
the strength of imagination."
He rose, and kneeled between her legs. "Close your eyes," he said,
each word rolling out of his mouth. She was rapt in obedience. She let
her head roll backward, she let her body relax upon the pillows and the
leather, she closed her eyes and opened her mind, let her thoughts
clear.
"Listen very carefully to me. I want you to concentrate on your
image of me. Let your body slowly forget its own feelings." He rested
his hand gently upon her cunt: she was warm beneath his hand. "Let your
own body pass through my hand. First your stomach and your legs: I want
you to imagine me slowly pulling you through my hand, let the energy you
feel racing through each part of your body begin to flow into my hand."
His hand cupped her, slowly stroked outward, pulling slightly upon her
pubic mound. His thumb grazed her lips, barely passed over her clitoris.
She began to let him have her energy, she passed into his pull, he felt
herself wet and draining into the grasp of his hand.
His hand pulled harder and harder upon her. "Now, picture my body.
I want you to remember every detail. Start with my feet: look at my
toes, the long tendons that wrap my feet, blue veins raised from my
light brown flesh, my legs, the slight bulge of my knees, the rough
flesh of my kneecaps. Imagine the round bulge of my thighs, smooth and
curved, as it folds up into the crack of my ass. Picture my cock,
nestled gently to across my testicles, the thin hair which surrounds
them. Look at the bones of my hips beneath my sides, my stomach
descending from my chest, the slight dip of my pectoris."
She felt as if her whole cunt began to stretch upward into his
hand. She couldn't be sure, his strokes seemed to wrap the whole area,
he seemed to be lazily pulling on her as though her cock had sprung from
her waist. "Picture my chest, look as though into a mirror. Look at your
tiny nipples, buds upon the bare swelling of your chest, your neck
sinewed and stretched with strength, your lips small, teeth clenching
and opening as you look into this new mouth. Your body transformed,
fluid." He let her skin go, she felt her cock fall down between her
legs.
"Now, let yourself travel back down, let your body pull back into
yourself." She felt tears of release begin to well up in her eyes. She
felt hunger, bare and angry, pulling at every corner of her body.
"Open your eyes, and look at me: look at my hand." She blinked and
there was his hand, delicate fingers. She saw his intense eyes holding
her gaze, she felt his legs shifting between hers, she watched him rise
and raise forward.
"Show me, in your eyes, your release: and steady yourself." She
felt all her energy sucking upward from her cock, back into her body.
She let it pour forth from her, the heat burning the edges of her eyes.
And he brought his hand down, swiftly and certainly, directly on
her cunt. He let his hand slap between her thighs. She began to rock,
gasp, she didn't know what she was feeling between her legs. She could
feel a cock being struck back and forth, and yet feel a cunt pulse and
shudder, under the weight of his blows. A scream barely parted her lips
as she began to come, seeing the wet surging of her upon his hand and
arm, feel the piercing certainty of him throughout her body. Her vision
became bright and certain: she could know nothing with him, he was
draining her of everything.
And, as suddenly as the blows began, they stopped. Her body laid
still under his hand resting gently on her cunt, the stinging quickly
ebbing into the glow after her orgasm. His smile seemed to fill his
face, he stared into her as if to let all her tensions pass through her
eyes.
The young master rose, and the four other masters had come back
into the room. They had warm cloths, scented in jasmine and rose, and
they carefully washed every inch of her body, gently lifting and
stroking ever inch of her exhausted body. He flopped backward onto his
chair, as if drained by the totality of her energy, as if he had spent
himself in taking her through her training. The four masters then
carefully bound her in her leather casing, taking care to wrap her very
gently. They lifted her and passed through the hall into a small lift,
which then rose quietly and slowly to the second floor of the house.
The four then brought her down a hall into a room. There, they
laid her down in the bed, and unstrapped her. Lifting her gently out of
the harness, they surrounded her with cushions and pillows, caressing
her body, and then laying themselves around her.
The young master walked into the room. "These four are here to
keep certain that you sleep well. If you need anything during the night,
or if you feel any pain from the transformation, they are here to help
you. Don't hesitate to discuss your feelings, or memories, if these
should flood to you and hurt you." He looked at her body, and the
contented smile on her face. "I'm sure you won't need them: your
happiness and release is pouring off you."
He leaned down next to her ears. "Sleep well," he whispered, "and
think about yourself. See yourself as whatever you wish. In the morning
you will be making many choices, and there will be many questions. We
will work hard tomorrow, and then you will be ready for everything we
have to show you."
The door closed, and she rested.
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