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The Plot Thickens
Over the next few days my lessons continued. As the time went on Dawn became more and more strict in her teaching. She clamped down harder and harder on smaller and smaller mistakes.
She even had me join a health club to work on my figure. She said I would not need the cincher if I was more toned. Eventually she was proven right, but mainly I went because I liked to wear leotards and other exercise wear.
Every time I did something wrong, (which happened with more frequency as time went on) Dawn would not sleep with me in my room. Overall a rather effective punishment, but I began to not like being with my girlfriend. This was when everything changed permanently.
I was getting sick of her high handedness and her ultimatums. Her mother was not here, and I got bored with the dress up. She also was not putting out like she once was.
One morning when I woke up, alone, I decided to wear some of my old clothes and lounge around the house. I was watching some movie when she caught me.
I could see her puffing up as I watched. I prepared for her eventual blowup, but it never came. She just stormed off.
Later that day she came to me and said I was ready for the last lesson. I would have sex with her that night like I was a woman. I got excited immediately. She told me what to wear, and when to be ready. She had to go out for some things, but would be back in time.
When the time came I was ready and anxiously awaiting her arrival.
I was in my room wearing a corselet and stockings, a choker and a robe. All these things in white lace, satin and nylon. I was not to wear the gaff, as we were going to be making love.
She arrived on time and entered the room with a small bag. She told me to lay on the bed and she began to tie me up.
She had a thing that held my legs up as if in stirrups, and she had bonds that held my hands to my thighs. She left the room to change and told me to get comfortable.
When she returned she was in a bra and garterbelt set in red. She modeled for me briefly and then she took a dildo and harness out of the bag.
"This is what I will use on you. See, it is not that large, and I will use plenty of lubricant. Now lets put on your blindfold."
"Wait a minute. Why all this bondage and stuff."
"The straps are to keep you in the most comfortable and realistic position there is for this type of penetration. The blindfold will help you get into the role of being a female."
It made sense at the time, and besides, I was in love with her and did not think she would do what she eventually did.
She slipped on the blindfold and left me for a while saying she had to get ready, adjusting the dildo and all. After a while and some moving around in the room I felt her pressing her fingers against my anus. She lubed up my ass and pressed a lubed finger into my hole. After working one finger in for a while, she progressed up to two, then three. I was finally used to the three when she pulled all of them out.
"Ok," she said. "here it comes."
Gently she pressed the head of the cock into my ass. It kept sliding in and in until it filled me. The feeling was indescribable. I loved it.
Then she began rocking in and out. She set herself into a slow rhythm and went for the long slide. I was rising ever on toward an orgasm. I loved the feelings in my ass.
When I felt I could take no more, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it as she thrust faster into me. I grunted and groaned to each stroke, until suddenly I felt a warm wetness within my ass. The feeling threw me over the edge and I screamed as I came. When I finally came down I asked about the fluid and she responded that I had felt the most realistic cock there is.
She continued the sex by releasing my legs. Then she released my enlarging breasts from their bonds and began sucking on them. She worked on them for a while with her mouth, then she straddled me and began tit fucking me with the dildo.
She worked on my breasts for a while, and I was raising another hard-on from the feelings in my breasts. Abruptly she stopped and got off me. She had me roll over and thrust herself into my ass again. It hurt a little because of the pace she was setting, but I was too excited to mind the hurt much. I even shouted for more as she thrust deeper and faster. Suddenly the dildo squirted once more and I came soon after.
I was rolled over and kissed deeply. I responded, and soon we were frenching deeply. My mask was removed and there before my face was MIKE!
"Thank you for a great time tonight, Larissa."
"What the hell is this. Let me go. Explain this to me Dawn."
She stepped around the bed and stood at Mike's and my feet. He continued to lie beside me and caress me as she spoke.
"Lawrence, you are now my bitch slave, Larissa. This tape recording shows you in women's clothing being fucked by another man. Not only that, but you are also obviously enjoying it. If you don't do everything I say from now on I will give copies to some friends of mine on campus and you will be ruined. The school will throw you out, and what will your family do when they get one in the mail?"
"There's nothing in that to get me."
"Well you'll see. Here Mike, give me a hand."
She and Mike tied me up facing the TV in my room and slid the tape into the VCR. Then they left me watching my own home movie of shame. They left me there all night as they played together in her room. I was convinced of what she had.
There I was, being fucked by a man, screaming in orgasm as he came in my ass. On top of that I was in women's clothing and despite the blindfold I was easily recognizable. I knew I had to obey her or I would be exposed and my life ruined.
I cried all night, and when they untied me in the morning I changed into a nightie and crawled back into bed. I cried myself to sleep.
Later that day I was awoken by Dawn and Mike. She commanded me to eat her out while mike fucked my ass. He came in me, and I gave Dawn multiple orgasms. Then she commanded me to suck Mike off. I almost couldn't do it, but she reminded me of the video, and I gave him the best blowjob he said he had ever had despite the fact I tasted his cum and my ass on his dick and had to fight my gag reflex until he finally came.
They left me and once more I cried myself to sleep. I knew she had me. I would do whatever she asked.
Later Dawn told me I would never have to do Mike again if I did what I was told. I was thankful, and worked hard to please her.
Then she told me of the rest of her plot for me. I was not just her tool for a free home that her mother would approve of, I was her masterwork.
The whole thing started a while ago. She had noticed that I had few friends, and since her last meal ticket was running dry she had to find another slave. By not having many friends I was a potential target. All sophomore year she followed me while she worked on another person to fill the time until I was ready. Finally she was sure she had found the right person. She knew I was a loner, and followed me home to find out I owned a house, much better than an apartment. Watching me a while she later found out I was a transvestite. To her this was a perfect beginning. When it came time to change me, I would be less likely to resist wearing the clothes.
She gathered more information on me. Through private investigators she got the addresses of all my living relatives, found out my close family was gone (great for her to change someone, no unannounced visits) and she got my schedule. With my schedule she was able to break into my home and find my clothing. She knew beforehand that I had a whole wardrobe for the change giving me a huge bonus in her choice list. Finally, my chosen profession sealed my fate. Computer science is a hugely lonely and odd-houred profession. It was conceivable I could get a job and hardly ever see the boss as I commuted via modem. I could even be freelance from my home and never meet my employers face to face. This was one of the factors leading to my choice of this profession. Now it worked against me.
Not long into my first month with Dawn did she begin her plot. She 'noticed' I took no vitamins and put me on a vitamin regimen. She packaged for me three pills daily that were to restore my health. She told me finally that the three pills I had been taking for her were not really vitamins. The first was a diet pill that suppressed appetite while it increased my metabolism. The second was a female hormone pill. The last was a special item she had found on an exchange trip to Sweden.
The first two changed me slowly to a convincing and attractive woman; thin, curvaceous and buxom. The third was more sinister. It destroyed my body's ability to produce enough male hormone to change back.
The way the third pill worked, I could never have noticed the change the hormone pill was making in me when I began using it. The dose was not strong enough to overpower the male hormones my body could crank out. As time went on and the Swedish pill worked however, the effects of the hormone pills began to be noticed, slowly but at an increasing rate. As all humans produce both male and female hormones usually, I now produced enough female hormone to perpetuate the changes even if I were to stop taking all the pills.
I did not begin to notice the change until second semester, and the pills were given to me in the first. As it stood now, It took the third pill half a year to work fully. I had started taking the pills nine months earlier.
Supposedly I could have children, and it was obvious that I could have sex, but I would never be able to change back to a normal man. I had been thoroughly changed by the female hormones, and so slowly I had not noticed at the time. I had lost muscle mass, my figure had filled out in all the places a woman would as she matured, my voice had raised so much that unless I tried I didn't really sound male. I even thought my hips had shifted, though obviously not as much as an adolescent girl's would have. I was a permanent She-male, and I was broken.
I no longer had my own life to live. Dawn owned me body and soul. She forced me to continue to go to the gym to keep my figure pleasingly female, and she even had me get electrolysis to rid me of hair all over my body. I was left only the most feminine of eyebrows, my head hair of course and a small triangle of hair over my cock. On top of all this, she used me like a human sex doll when she didn't have another man over to her room for it. Yes, she did begin to date other men in my sight. I tried to help her get these men.
When she put out an ad for another housemate I helped her choose which applicant to take. Then when Veronica was chosen from the applicants, I was told to shut up about my status here and to allow Dawn to collect the rent. Dawn began making four hundred dollars a month from Veronica, while I continued to pay all the utilities and taxes. Dawn's cover story was that she and I had bought the house together and our two other tenants had graduated this past year. Dawn took care of the money part of the house and I (Larissa) had the house upkeep. I just said yes ma'am to whatever she said.
The only good thing to come out of these early days was Veronica. Despite Dawn trying to stop it, Veronica and I became good friends. We talked school, boys and gossip. We were soul mates.
The Visit
It was August before Dawn's mother visited. We knew the approximate time in the week but not the day she would arrive. Veronica was back home for the end of the summer since she now had found her housing until she had a job that would take her out of this area and did not have to be here anymore until school started in September.
Anyhow, Dawn was going nuts trying to get the house in shape for her mother's arrival. Without my knowing it, dawn burned, sold or otherwise gave away anything that linked me to manhood and could be seen by her mother. I was luckily able to hide away all the important things of my childhood that had sentimental value before this purge. I was allowed a small wardrobe of mens clothes that could be explained as boyfriends' left clothing incase I ever had to take on my Lawrence persona.
Dawn's mother, Catherine, arrived for Saturday. I knew right away what Dawn was so afraid of. Her mother was domineering of her and strict as ever. Through the course of the week Catherine stayed, Dawn was scolded for every little infraction of rules no family had but theirs as far as I could tell. Her mother was the only true thing Dawn had ever told me about her life.
I did not get through the week unscathed.
Dawn had a secret door put through from her room into mine. Every night after we all went to bed, I was visited by Dawn. I would be forced to pleasure her most of the night without any regard for my happiness, then depending on the severity of her treatment that day, I would be whipped or otherwise tortured.
The last day Catherine was in town was the worst for both of us. If Dawn was not treating me like she was, I would have felt sorry for her.
From nine in the morning until we dropped her off at the train three that afternoon, Dawn's mother yelled at and put down Dawn the whole time. I knew I was in trouble when I drove them to the train, and Dawn sat seething in the back seat. The second Catherine's train left, Dawn began commanding me.
"Larissa, give me the keys and get in the car now."
"Yes mistress." I obeyed quickly.
She drove around a while. I thought she was just cooling off, but she was actually looking for a place. When she found it she pulled into a parking garage and commanded me to follow her. We went into a corner storefront and she went up to the man at the counter. They talked briefly and then gestured me to follow them. We entered a back room and were left alone. Dawn commanded me to strip fully and I obeyed immediately.
"You made many mistakes this week. You are my female slave forever now, you can't make mistakes. If you ever break your cover as Larissa I will do worse to you than your punishment today will be. Now put these on."
She gave me latex high-heeled thigh high boots, a latex cup-less bustier and a mask. All of the clothing was a slut red. I finished putting everything on and looked to see what she was wearing. She was in a steel studded black leather outfit. She had a fishnet body stocking covered by chaps, four inch pumps, a vest, a mask and a harness about her waist.
Hanging from her waist harness was her cat-o-nine tails, electric prod, and before her cunt was some sort of device. The device looked like something could be attached by it to her body.
I was scared.
She led me to a small room with a mirrored wall and a gantry of some sort on a round dias. I was lashed spread eagled on the crossbars of the gantry, parallel to the mirrors. Once I had been tied the torture began.
Dawn had put a temporary tattoo on my ass when we began my transformation into Larissa 'as a joke' she said at the time. The tattoo was prominent in the video she had made to blackmail me. It was as good a distinguishing mark as any I was later to find out. The first thing Dawn had done to me was to make the tattoo permanent.
A man was brought in with his equipment, and the rose entwined heart on my right ass cheek was etched in. The pain was excruciating, but nothing in comparison to the next target.
"To prove to you and the world that I own you, I will have to put my name on you. You are the third try at a female transformation so I will serial number you as well."
She commanded the man to put 'Dawn's slave #03, 05/92', the owner, number and date of creation, on one place "no one would see it except who should."
At her bidding he stretched out my dick and commenced work.
I screamed at the start of the tattoo, but it was not long before I passed out. When I came to, the man was done and was leaving, but not before adding two more marks. A rose on my left ankle, and in my scalp above the left ear the numbers 0592-03. I had some hair shaved for that last one, but when grown back the tattoo would not be seen. It was done for pain and humiliation only.
I begged for mercy from Dawn after the man left, but she just laughed at me. Then she put me through a night of hell.
First she attached clips to both my nipples. She cranked them down until I screamed in the pain she had given me. Next she attached a stretcher cuff to my ball sack followed quickly by a chastity on my cock. She had pierced me when I was unconscious and attached the chastity with the frenum barbell now. I was humiliated at the way she commanded the use of my body. Then she commenced with the rest of her torture.
She whipped me until I bled, shocked me until I passed out and interspersed within those things she broke the monotony by fucking me with a dildo. She finished the night by one last fuck, but it was that last one that finally broke all will I might have had up to that point. When she had finished I knew I would do anything to please her if it meant this would never happen again.
The last straw was a dildo. This dildo she used was over a foot long and three inches thick. She just thrust it into me over and over. The pain and humiliation was excruciating. I passed out three times before she finished with my ass. When I came to, she forced it on me to deep throat. I almost suffocated, but when I succeeded she released me and allowed me to collapse in a corner.
She also let me watch as the lights lowered in our room and raised in the booths behind what I now saw were not mirrors but windows. I was given a standing ovation for the performance, but I was too busy cowering in humiliation to admire the adoration.
When I had finally gotten home, Dawn gave me another video tape as a memento of the night. I dressed without thought as a woman and went to bed once again crying myself to sleep. I never again thought I would dress like a man, and I never made mistakes a transvestite would make. In everyday life I WAS female.