From pattee@mail.ohio.net Thu May 15 13:47:52 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!not-for-mail From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.trans,alt.sex.sissy,alt.sex.sissy.slut Subject: NEW TG: The Training "Part One" Date: Thu, 15 May 1997 10:47:52 -0700 Organization: Microserve Information Systems (800)-380-INET Lines: 337 Distribution: world Message-ID: <337B4C48.70DB@mail.ohio.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp27.respool1.medina.ohio.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.0 (Win95; I; 16bit) Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.tg:16489 alt.sex.femdom:71599 alt.sex.stories:194795 alt.sex.trans:57800 THE TRAINING: (If you are not 21 years of age, then go away! This is “play-stuff” for adults only”) Part One: The Master I met him at a Seminar. He was the topic leader and was speaking to us about motivating office personnel. He was a behavioral psychiatrist – and expert in his field. Damon Jamison was his name. Anyhow, I listened and learned – and then accidentally met him at the coffee shop after the seminar. I decided to sit with him and learn a little more about behavior modification. My name is – or was Michael Tanner. Damon invited me to sit with him and we had quite a conversation. He was a truly Dominant personality who seemed to take control of any situation he found himself in. “Tell me, Michael, why do you seek me out? You want something from me!” He was right – I wanted to benefit from his knowledge and expertise. “I don’t know how you can tell, but there IS something I would like to know.” “Tell me, Michael.” “Is it possible to use the skills you’ve learned to manipulate a person’s personality?” “Why do you ask? Who do you want to manipulate?” “Why – well – actually, it’s my wife that I’d like to change. She’s such a meek person and I’ve always wanted her to be more – well – domineering! Do you know what I mean?” “You want her to be the aggressor, do you, Michael?” “Yes, I do! I’ve always wondered what it would be like if – well – if she would dominate our sexual relationship. Not that I want her to do anything KINKY or the like, mind you.” “Now, Michael – I think you really WOULD like her to reveal that sexual prowess to do unusual things to you – wouldn’t you?” “Well – Yes – I guess I would. I’d like to see her be willing to experiment with sexual things – to – to...” “Come, now, Michael – spit it out! How can I help you unless you are willing to tell me everything?” “Well – I wish she’d just let go – not only with ME – but with – YOU know – other GIRLS!” “You want her to engage in lesbian affairs?” “Well I don’t want her to become a lesbian or anything like that! I just wish she were more – SEXUAL!” We talked for more than an hour and he agreed to try some of his techniques on her to encourage her sexual appetite. I was to bring her over to his house to meet his wife. We would have dinner and see what would develop. I couldn’t believe my luck! Damon seemed to be JUST the guy I was looking for! *************** Kim always was eager to go out and meet new people. She was a beautiful wife – sexy as they come. She stood 5’ 3” and was a dynamite 36 - 20 -35 figure of a woman. Her only problem was that she was too reserved! We had sex maybe once a week and usually in the traditional “missionary position.” She never swore – never had a mean thought – never said a bad thing about anybody. I loved her for that, but wished that SOMETIMES she would show just a little bit of “the bitch” that I knew must be in her. She never did. We met at Damon’s and was introduced to his wife, Julie – a beautiful blonde that appeared no older than my teenage daughter. She was dressed in a thin, gauze dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her lovely nipples teased the fabric and her shapely ass moved so enticingly under her thin dress. Her legs were long and sexy – and she smell SO NICE! We got through the small talk and were eating our dinner when Damon began his magic. “I believe that men and women are different, don’t you, Kim?”, he began. She laughed and nodded her agreement while she sipped on the after-dinner glass of wine. “Women are superior – at least to MOST men. Men like ME are the TRUE Masters – but that’s another matter.” We all laughed and listened to ‘The Master’ speak. He had control of the conversation AND the situation. Damon reached in his pocket and pulled out a shiny sphere and placed it on the table. It rotated as he continued talking. “LOOK at that, my dear.” Without thinking, Kim started watching the sphere. “Women are superior to men, Kim – just like YOU are superior to Michael.” Kim interrupted – “I’ve always believed that a MAN should be the leader...” “Just watch the sphere, my dear!”, said Damon. “I’ve added a mild hypnotic to your wine to help you learn. Watch the sphere and take in my voice and my thoughts. They seem so natural – so RIGHT to you, don’t they?” Kim had a blank look to her face as she watched the sphere rotate and listened to the voice of The Master. I watched and listened TOO with awe. He has hypnotized my wife and none of us even caught it – except Julie. She was breathing hard and her nipples were extended as she watched her husband perform his magic on an unsuspecting and unwilling female. “You are a dominant female, Kim – a truly superior female. You use others for your sexual pleasure – pleasure of which you have GREAT need. You have an insatiable sexual appetite for Dominant play. You toy with men – and PLAY with women. Watch the sphere, Kim – it is taking the shape of a beautiful female breast.” Kim watched as, in her mind, the sphere changed shape to resemble a large tit. “Lick your lips, Kim – that breast is for YOU! You NEED the soft comforts of a female body to bring sexual release to yours. You USE men – but play with WOMEN! “Touch YOUR breast, Kim – see how hard your nipples have become just THINKING about making love to a woman!” Kim began rolling her fingers around her nipples which had become quite visible through her dress. “Your pussy is hot and DESPERATELY needs the attention of soft, female lips.” Kim raised her short skirt and began toying with the crotch of her panty. Her face had become flush as Damon continued to play with and program her mind. “You will ALWAYS feel this way, Kim – you have become a Dominant Bitch whose husband is a toy. Your mind will never see him as anything other than your slave.” “he is my slave”, said Kim as she continued to play with herself, still watching the sphere. “Look at my wife – look at Julie, Kim”, said Damon. Kim looked up and saw an equally flush Julie watching what her husband was doing to another female. She knew WELL the mental games that Damon was capable of. “Do what your mind tells you to do, Kim – Julie is your slave for the next hour.” Kim stood up and walked toward Julie. She had a different look on her face – a LUST-FILLED look of a Dominant Woman. Reaching Julie, she immediately began fondling her breasts through the thin gauze that hid nothing – and then she slapped her HARD on the face. “STRIP!”, demanded Kim. Julie was startled, but not shocked by Kim’s advances. She had been placed in this position before. “Yes, Mistress”, she said as she reached back to unzip her dress, allowing it to fall past her shapely body to the floor. Standing there in only a pair of thin, white panties, she bowed her head as Kim began to fondle her ample breasts. She drew her CLOSE to herself, holding her lovely face in her delicate hands -- and then their lips met. Kim enjoyed her first gentle kiss as her tongue entered Julie’s waiting mouth. They kissed and touched each other, raising the level of passion to a new height. “Undress me”, demanded Kim. Julie then began to slowly disrobe Michael’s wife. He watched as the two women touched, kissed and fondled one another. For the next hour they made tender love in several ways while Michael watched on – pants filled with a hard and aching cock. Julie ate Kim’s cunt and licked her ass. Kim used Julie as she desired, even spanking her at one time because Julie was slow to respond. This was the wife that Michael only dreamed about – and now she was here, performing before him and The Master. After precisely an hour’s worth of sexual play, Kim sat back down at the table and again looked at the sphere. She was naked and unashamed. “You’ve become my toy”, said Damon. “I am The Master – and YOU are my student. You will be Mistress to your worthless husband – he will become OUR slave!” i was taken back that the reference that Damon made concerning my “slavery” and started to say something, but finding myself unable to speak. “QUIET!”, said Damon. “you also, michael, have fallen under my mental direction. Not only your WIFE was hypnotized, but you also. You are QUITE under my spell I can assure you. Suck your thumb, michael.” mike found himself raising his hand and sucking his thumb as if it were a small penis. he was quite unable to resist Master Damon’s ‘suggestions.’ “Kim IS your Mistress and you ARE her slave, aren’t you, michael?” “Yes, Master!”, I found myself saying. “I am your slave!” “Now let me FINISH telling you my philosophy about males and females.” Now both Kim and i were watching the sphere, listening to the Master teach us. “Males ARE truly the submissives of the species and belong under the tutelage of strong females. I’ve found that the best way to TRAIN a male is to emasculate him totally. Feminize a male, and you will break his male spirit. COMPLETELY feminize and transform him, and you will gain a slave. Transform him into a SHEMALE, and you’ve created something useful for the stable. Don’t you agree, Kim?” Kim was smiling now – pleased by what she was hearing. “Absolutely, Master. My slave will become something USEFUL to us.” “And MICHAEL!”, said Damon. “you wanted your wife to become a Dominant? -- well, you’ve GOT it! She is and WILL be the perfect Dominatrix – your Mistress. And YOU, michael? you are totally submissive under her – you can be nothing else BUT submissive to KIM – or to any OTHER female. you can only OBEY as any slave should. Who ARE you, michael?”, demanded Damon. “i am a slave”, said michael, wondering how this whole thing got so out-of-control. “And to savor this victory, I want you to be totally aware of every humiliation Mistress Kim causes you, michael. You will KNOW that she is changing you against your will – but you will be unable to resist anything she demands. She will CHANGE you – and you must comply.” “Yes, Master”, said michael, cognizant of the trap he had fallen into, but quite unable to break the spell. Damon smiled as he released both Kim and michael from the spell. Though released, they were still very much under his control. They had been reconditioned to start a new life. “You will meet with Julie and me next week at this time and report your progress. Is that understood, Kim?” “Yes, Master”, said Kim. Handing several slips of paper to Kim, Damon continued, “have these prescriptions filled. You will be needing them to begin the feminization process on your worthless husband. And on your way out, Julie will give you a copy of my book, “Breaking the Male Spirit”. Read it! It will help you to break and train your husband into the proper sissy he will soon become. If you have any questions, you may call Julie during the week. Now take your worthless husband -- this THING who wanted to turn you into a lesbian -- and leave. I tire now!” Kim started gathering her clothes to put them back on – unconcerned about her nakedness and of the sexual dance she did with Julie. As she put her clothing back on, she reached down and gathered Julie’s white panties her in hands. Throwing them at her husband she said, “put THESE on before we leave.” michael couldn’t believe his ears. he took the panties and started for the restroom only to be stopped in his tracks. “HERE!”, said Kim. “You will strip in front of us and put your panties on!” michael undid his pants and took off his underpants and slipped on the white, nylon panties. He was red as red can be as Julie watched and giggled. As he began to reach of his pants, Kim said, “Leave them here! We GO now!” michael left the house following Kim. He was dressed in panties and felt the first wave of humiliation as his new life – the life he had begged Damon to give him – had begun. (In Part Two, the real training begins) From pattee@mail.ohio.net Fri May 16 13:23:17 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!not-for-mail From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.trans,alt.sex.sissy,alt.sex.sissy.slut Subject: NEW TG: The Training Pt 2 Date: Fri, 16 May 1997 10:23:17 -0700 Organization: Microserve Information Systems (800)-380-INET Lines: 330 Distribution: world Message-ID: <337C9805.4571@mail.ohio.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp19.respool1.medina.ohio.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.0 (Win95; I; 16bit) Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.tg:16593 alt.sex.femdom:71920 alt.sex.stories:195147 alt.sex.trans:58049 PART TWO: The Training DISCLAIMER: Go away if you’re not 21! Adult material. michael followed Kim out of the house to their car. Since it was parked on the street, many passers-by got an eye-full of a panty-clad male humbly following a sexy female. his head was bowed in disgrace and his mind was in a turmoil. he KNEW he should start regaining control of the situation, but the hypnotic therapy that Damon had imposed on him and his wife made that quite impossible. She drove home -- one of the FEW times she actually was in the driver’s seat of the car. Positions had changed! On the way home Kim stopped at the Drug Store and had the prescriptions that Damon had given her filled. There were several prescriptions which was for patients undergoing sexual realignment. The druggist asked if she needed instructions for their usage and Kim assented, wanting all the help she could get to begin my transformation. On her way out of the store she also purchased some beauty supplies for her new slave. She parked on the street several houses down from ours, making me walk in my shirt and panties to the house. Several neighbors noticed that something was different, including our sexy young neighbor -- a newly-wed whose husband was on assignment overseas. In the house Kim told me to strip to my panties and go to bed. She spent the evening reading Damon’s book, “Breaking the Male Spirit”. She spent a great deal of the night thinking about her new life -- a life she had never wanted, but which her husband had thrust upon her. Well, if he wanted a Dominatrix, then he HAD one. Kim smiled wondering why she had never “taken control” before. And then she began thinking about her sexy neighbor, Lisa. Kim fell asleep on the couch dreaming about the possibilities that lay in front of her. She had a husband who could do nothing to prevent his slavery -- and a neighbor whose panties she would soon be getting into! ************** “Wake up, bitch!”, Kim said to michael as he was rudely awakened. “It’s time to start your new life!” i got up, dressed only in the tight panties that belonged to Julie. Kim was dressed in a black bra and black satin panties. “What do you want, Mistress”, i asked. The effect of the hypnosis was still quite evident and still impossible to resist. “We have to start changing you”, Kim said, handing me some pills to take. “you will be taking these for a LONG TIME”, she informed me. She told me to get out of the panties and go to the shower. Before i entered, she made me apply Nair to my body -- PLENTY of Nair! After waiting for 15 minutes, she tested a few areas and was satisfied that the lotion had done its work. i showered and watched as my body hair fell to the drain. i was as smooth as a sissy -- a sissy who had tears in his eyes at the realization that this nightmare was only beginning. “We’re not going to make you look like a girl -- YET!”, Kim said as she toweled me dry. She directed me back to the bedroom where she had laid out the clothing i was to wear for the day. First she had me put on a pink pair of nylon panties -- these fit me much better than Julie’s panties that i wore yesterday. It seems that she had gone out in the night and had picked up a few more items that i would be needing. After the panties, i was directed to put on a “training bra”. It fit tightly around my chest and had almost no cups whatsoever. A lacy camisole came next. Then she had me sit down at her vanity. “We aren’t going to make you look like a girl yet”, she said. “I think it would be more appropriate to Damon’s philosophy if we first made you look like an effeminate male who enjoys wearing female clothing. A little makeup will only help give the illusion that a SISSY is in the making. With that she applied a very light blush to my cheeks and a light pink lipstick to my lips. She plucked my eyebrows to take on a more feminine line and put on a light mascara on my eyelids. One had to look close to see whether i was really wearing makeup -- that’s how subtle it was! But, on the other hand, it was not invisible -- and it WOULD turn heads as people wondered whether i WAS wearing makeup or not. A thin, white male shirt came next. Kim made sure she cut off the top three buttons so it hung open to show the lace of my camisole. She made me wear a pair of slacks she had purchased in the night -- they were not quite white and not quite pink; they were DEFINITELY not male slacks. She then had me wear ankle high nylons -- sheer -- and my regular shoes. Then she made me watch a movie which showed effeminate males walking and prancing about with their hands on their hips and their asses wiggling. “you will mimic the body motions”, Kim demanded. i watched and studied, unable to resist her commands. Then she had me practice what i watched -- and i pranced about like a sissy male fag. i spent the day practicing my walk and my mannerisms until Kim was satisfied that they looked natural to me. “It’s time to do some shopping, dear”, she said. i was petrified to go out of the house looking as i did, but i followed her, nonetheless, back to our car. Our neighbor, Lisa, noticed us walking past her house and waved. i waved back at Kim’s direction and my ass wiggled as i passed. I was so humiliated! “Go invite Lisa for some dessert tonight”, Kim demanded. i looked at her with pleading eyes not to do this to me -- but i could not resist. i sashayed up to her house and invited Lisa. “MY! you look DIFFERENT today, michael”, she said as she inspected my clothing. “Is everything alright?” i giggled and said yes and told her that we would LOVE to have her over for dessert. Lisa agreed -- “7:00 then!” Kim’s plans were working out well! Kim drove me to the mall and we stopped at several women’s stores to buy clothing. “you’ll be needing a lot of panties and bras”, she said in a mocking way. “Blossoming sissies need a LOT of things!” In each store i was required to ask for certain items. Kim was always at my side as i asked for either panties, garters, nylons, bras, etc. As the sales girl would show me the items, Kim would often take them from her and hold them up to me as if to measure. In several places she asked the sales person to take my measurement to be sure the sizes were correct. i never knew one could FEEL such painful humiliation! The shopping done, we returned home with many packages of new clothing. Kim made me rip up my male underwear in front of her while she took pictures of me in action. Then she had me fill my dresser and closet with the new clothing. After giving me my afternoon medicine, she made me clean the house to prepare for our evening guest. i cooked supper -- and then changed into something more revealing. Kim wanted to be sure that Lisa could see my bra under my new blouse. “I think we’ll need to purchase some breast forms for you tomorrow”, she said as she rolled up a couple pairs of panties to stuff in my bra. “We’ll need something that moves like real breasts until yours come in!” She told me that i didn’t have to wear a skirt yet --but she made me wear one of the more feminine slacks i had purchased. They zipped in the back and i needed help; she liked that! At 7:10 there was a knock at the door. “Answer it!”, Kim demanded. Kim had dressed in a seductive way. She was braless in a little wrap-around dress that was fastened only by a belt and two buttons. Tiny black satin panties barely covered her lovely snatch. Her makeup was impeccable -- she smelled sexy. i answered the door and Lisa almost burst out laughing when she saw me. “What the hell is going ON here?”, she asked as she looked me over. “Are you getting KINKY on me or something?” i didn’t say a word other than to invite her in. “Mistress will be with us in a moment”, i said. “Are you wearing a BRA?”, Lisa asked, knowing full well that my bra was pushing out my blouse like a teenager’s first tits. “And you’re wearing women’s pants!” “Listen, Lisa -- it’s the way Kim wants it”, i said in a meek voice. “Lisa, darling!”, Kim said as she pranced into the room. “I see you’ve met the new michael!” “What have you DONE to him?”, Lisa asked, still inspecting me as if i were a piece of meat. “I’m doing to HIM what he wanted to do to ME”, Kim stated. “Tell her, michael!” For the next half hour i told Lisa the story -- the whole thing! At first she didn’t believe me until Kim made me do some things against my will. “he’ll do anything i ask him to”, she said. “Watch this!” And then she made me unzip my pants, pull them down and show my panties. “Make that little cock hard”, she said. i played with my cock through the panties until i was rock hard. Soon i was begging for relief. “Does my little sissy want to cum?”, she asked. “PLEASE, Mistress -- i want to cum so bad!” i realized that since this whole thing began i had not once had any sexual release. “Too bad”, said Kim. “sissies like you don’t NEED to cum!” She commanded me to stop, but first to gather my own precum with my fingers and lick them clean. Lisa was beside herself watching me humiliate myself at my wife’s command. One could tell that the whole scene was turning her on. It had been MONTHS since her husband had been home, and it had been that long since she had sex of any kind. It showed! Kim quickly took advantage of the situation by telling me to start a movie she had purchased. It was a sex film. i was still in my panties as my ass wiggled its way across the living room. Lisa couldn’t help herself as she felt my pantied ass as i came close to her. Kim allowed it for a moment and then sat down next to Lisa. “he’ll do anything you ask?”, Lisa pondered. “Anything!”, Kim said. Lisa’s attention was now divided between the images on TV and the panty-clad man with a hard cock in front of her. She was becoming flush as her hands involuntarily began toying with her own nipples. On the screen two women were beginning to disrobe and make love to one another. Next to Lisa, i was playing with my cock through my panties as Mistress Kim told me to play with myself again -- but not to cum! “It’s HOT in here”, she said in a husky voice as she looked at Kim who had unwrapped her wrap-around. Kim’s breasts were showing -- her nipples were excited and erect. “Let me help you take some of these things off”, said Kim as she began undressing her guest. Julie just let it happen as Kim seduced her. Lisa was down to her bra and panties as Kim ordered me to take the rest of Julie’s clothes off. “WITH YOUR TEETH”, she commanded. i crawled to her and used my mouth to pull the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Then i used my mouth to pull the cups over her breasts. Julie was panting now at the vulgar scene unfolding. “Her PANTIES”, Kim demanded. i knelt between her soft thighs and resisted licking her moist pussy. Gently i nudged her nylon panties from her waist as she lifted herself up to assist me. “WATCH”, Kim said as she took over. Lisa had never made love to a woman before, but she learned quickly. Soon they were touching each other’s breasts and making love as though they had been doing it all their lives. i could only watch once again as my wife demonstrated that Damon’s conditioning of her had been quite successful. They made wonderful lesbian love -- and for the first time since this whole thing began, i came! Without even touching my cock, i came in my panties. Kim noticed and made me take my panties off and lick them clean. Then she made me lick both her and Lisa to several orgasms. Kim gave me my evening medicine, and then they had me dress in a babydoll nightie and put me to bed while they continued to make love through the night. This is the way the week continued -- each day brought new humiliations. i was pranced about, never as a female, but always as an effeminate male sissy. i have not been allowed to fuck my wife since the ordeal began -- she claims i never again will. But tomorrow is another day -- the day we meet again with Damon and Julie. He’ll be quite interested to know that whatever the medication -- my breasts are beginning to tingle and itch. SHALL I CONTINUE? From pattee@mail.ohio.net Sun May 18 23:48:47 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!not-for-mail From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.trans,alt.sex.sissy,alt.sex.sissy.slut Subject: NEW TG: The Training: Part Three Date: Sun, 18 May 1997 20:48:47 -0700 Organization: Microserve Information Systems (800)-380-INET Lines: 271 Distribution: world Message-ID: <337FCD9F.6404@mail.ohio.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp32.respool1.medina.ohio.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.0 (Win95; I; 16bit) Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.tg:17110 alt.sex.femdom:72993 alt.sex.stories:196351 alt.sex.trans:58940 DISCLAIMER: If you’re not 21 then go away! Adult material. THE TRAINING: Part Three We were on our way back to see Damon -- the week had been a NIGHTMMARE for me! Put under Damon’s spell, i was unable to resist the hypnotic state i had been put under. Kim, my wife, had also been put under a spell which rendered her a superb Dominatrix. i, on the other hand, who has first asked Damon’s help to turn my wife into a more experimental sexual bitch, was turned into her sissy slave. She had spent the week feminizing me and making love to our neighbor, Lisa. As the week wore on, so did her work of emasculating me. Each day had brought new humiliations -- but each day also found the hypnotic spell of Damon’s weakening. i KNEW what Kim was doing and each day i resisted her more. i would NOT be turned into a female, despite the medication and hormone prescriptions Damon had given me. Each new humiliation only increased my resolve to somehow regain my masculine edge and finally put my wife into her proper role -- that of a conquered bitch and slut. “Time to go see Master Damon and Julie”, Kim said gleefully as the day began. “I bet he’ll just be THRILLED to see the progress I’ve made on you!” “i BET he will”, i muttered under my breath. “Did you dress in the clothes i laid out for you?”, Kim asked as she came into the bedroom. “i really didn’t have any other CHOICE in the matter, now DID i”, i sputtered. “i guess you didn’t!”, said Kim with a studious glare. “I think you’re getting a bit FEISTY now, aren’t you, michael. Is that spell wearing off or something?” “NO!, Mistress”, i feigned. i didn’t want her to get the idea that i needed reinforcing or anything like that. “i dressed just as you commanded!” And, indeed i had. i was dressed in some black short shorts which zipped up the back. Under these i was wearing a pair of black satin panties with pink bows on the side. my legs were shaved and smooth and my feet were slipped inside some sexy sandals. my blouse was knotted in the front exposing my belly button -- and i wore a black bra with silicone inserts inside the cups. my makeup was much bolder -- bright red at the end of the first week -- my eyes, by contrast, were deep shades of blue. i was now wearing some long, dangling earrings in the pierced ears i had acquired mid-week. And i was sporting some rather sexy smelling perfume. my hair was the only male thing i was left with. “you look whorish enough!”, said Kim as she escorted me out the door to the car. “I can’t wait until Damon gets a look at you!” ************** Damon had been in the other room talking with Kim for about a half hour. He had looked me over once and instructed me to sit down and listen to some music. Julie was supervising me. When Damon and Kim returned, Kim was stripped down to her panties only. Her lovely breasts hung and swung freely -- again she was unashamed. Immediately, Damon came over to the table where i had been instructed to sit and he put the “magic sphere” on the table in front of me. It began to swirl and caught my attention. i tried to resist its lure, but there was still enough of that old hypnotic spell left in me to make resistance impossible. “Look at the sphere, michael! Let it draw you in -- you are unable to resist. Look deeply into the swirls and feel yourself relinquishing control. you HAVE no control, michael. Even though you thought the spell was weakening, you are falling deeper than ever under my control. you belong to ME -- and to Mistress Kim -- you are OUR slave, michael.” i watched and felt myself being driven deeper and deeper under his influence -- even deeper than before. my mind was going blank, hearing only his voice and absorbing every word, command and suggestion he was uttering. “michael, i am going to release you from the spell you found yourself in last week -- but you will be unable to move or run -- your feet are like lead and your body is glued to where you sit. Though you are FREE, you MUST listen to me. Do you understand?” “i understand, Master,” i said. Suddenly i felt released from the need to obey Kim as my Mistress. i felt like a MAN again -- like a man who could regain control of his life. “Listen to me, michael. Listen, and I will tell you about your new life. I am disappointed with the direction your training has taken under Kim. Do you remember what I said my philosophy was in training men, michael?” i thought back. “Yes, Master. You believe that to control a man, you must emasculate him and then feminize him. Feminize him completely and he will become a proper slave -- turn him into a shemale and he will become useful to you.” “Very good, michael -- those are my words!”, Damon said. “Kim has feminized you BEFORE your emasculation. This only brings about rebellion in a slave. you HAVE been feeling rebellious, haven’t you, michael?” Unable to tell the Master a lie, i replied, “yes, Master.” “LISTEN then to what shall be, michael. you will NOT forget the lesson Mistress Kim has taught you about effeminate behavior. It will become a part of you as though your movements and actions were effeminate all your life. you will be unable to walk or act any other way.” “Though you are still a man, you will feel a need to dress in feminine attire. Lacy panties -- sexy panties -- girlish panties are your pleasure. you love showing off your developing ass and your smooth legs -- don’t you, michael?” “i do”, i replied happy that i was now wearing my girlish short shorts. “michael, you do not yet need to wear a bra, do you?” “No, Master”, i said -- happy that i wouldn’t have to wear those uncomfortable tight bras anymore. “Look at Kim’s breasts, michael. Look at them!” i turned and looked at my wife’s lovely exposed breasts. “Aren’t they beautiful, michael?”, he asked. “They’re beautiful, Master”, i said. i always had BEEN a breast man -- the bigger the boobs, the better! “Every day your breast fetish will grow, michael. you will become JEALOUS that YOU do not have such lovely and sensitive breasts. you love showing off your legs and ass -- you love showing off your pretty panties under your tight shorts -- but you will more and more wish to have what your wife already has. you will find yourself dwelling more and more upon her breasts -- breasts that you wish YOU had. And the more you dwell on your breastless chest, the more sensitive your nipples will become. This will continue on and on until you BEG for a bra! Life without a bra will become UNBEARABLE for you. And then ONE day -- you will beg your wife to GIVE you breasts -- breast implant surgery, michael!” “Yes, Master!”, i said. Though released from his first spell, i found the scenario for the second one worst than the first. He was going to make me WANT feminization. He would make me BEG to be transformed! “Everyday you will find your male identity slipping away from you, michael. you will see it fade even as you feel the tug and lure of femininity inviting you to change. LICK you lips for me, michael.” i licked my lips, still staring at my wife’s beautiful breasts -- now, first understanding that i would one day HAVE breasts like hers. Damon then paused and walked out of the room, leaving me to stare at my wife’s heaving breasts. She was hot and turned on by the turn of events. In a minute Damon returned with lady in a yellow two piece swim suit. “Look at the sphere, michael. It’s time to fall deeper into the web i’ve created for you. i am taking your manhood away -- and soon you will beg your wife to feminize you and change you. Fall deeper into my spell, michael.” i fell again -- it felt as though i were LITERALLY falling into a bottomless cavern. “I want you to meet Julie’s husband, michael. he, like you, wanted me to enslave his wife. I enslaved HIM -- and now SHE is my maidservant. Meet Sam -- or shall I say, Samantha, michael!” i looked up and took a close look at the beautiful woman now approaching me. she had soft, tan skin -- and large, bountiful breasts which spilled out of the small top of her bathing suit. Her figure was not that of a perfect female -- but it was nothing like a man’s figure either. She was 40 - 30 - 38. her face was lovely -- and her lips inviting. But she was A MAN! my eyes drifted down to the yellow bikini bottom and saw the male bulge of a cock under the thin material. She came and stood right next to me. “Say hello to Sam, michael.” “Hello, Sam”, i said. she smiled, holding her hands on her hips. “michael. i want you to reach out and pull Sam’s bottom down to her knees. DO it, michael!” i involuntarily put my hands out and began pulling Sam’s bikini bottom down. her COCK was right in front of my face. “Touch Sam’s cock, michael. FEEL it! Let it GROW in your hands!” i did -- and as soon as i touched the soft flesh, it began to grow and harden. “FEEL the texture, michael -- you are FASCINATED by Sam’s cock. It is so HARD and yet so SOFT! It’s HOT, ISN’T it, michael?” “Yes, Master”, i replied taking in all the sensations he was commanding. “Bring it close to your lips, michael -- close! Rub it on your cheek -- remember the feel -- the smell -- the touch!” i didn’t want to be handling another guy’s cock -- shemale or not!, but i had no choice. “you will remember the touch, michael. you will remember the FEEL of male cock growing in your hands -- and the memory of it will stalk your mind. you will constantly WONDER what that cock would have felt like in your mouth -- how SOFT the texture would feel on your lips and tongue. As each day goes on, the memory of this moment will grow and grow -- it will HAUNT you and tease your cravings -- making you wonder what it would have been like -- to be a cocksucker. “you will notice the bulge in every man’s crotch -- and you will wonder what THEIRS feels like. As you fall deeper and deeper into the world of satin and silk, you will wish to taste what you did not taste today. you will find yourself teasing men with your body to watch THEIR cocks grow. you will be DRIVEN -- until you can no longer STAND the thought of not sucking some hard, male cock. you WILL become a cocksucker, michael, but FIRST you will BEG for it -- even as you will BEG for a bra -- and for BREASTS. “you will feel your manhood falling to the wayside every day as you become more and more the sissy that is emerging. Sissies wear PANTIES; YOU wear panties. Sissies like girl’s clothing; YOU like girl’s clothing. Sissies wish they had tits; YOU wish you had tits. Sissies make guys cocks hard; YOU want to make guy’s cocks hard. Sissies live to become cocksuckers; YOU will become a cocksucker!” i felt myself drowning in instructions that i KNEW would be the end of me. Damon had spent well over an hour reconditioning me while my wife looked on -- bare, lovely breasts teasing me, because i yet had none. i looked at Sam’s cock, STILL in my hand and wondered what it would feel like in my mouth -- and then she stepped back. It was not to be -- not today -- not now! Damon wanted the image to torture my mind as he slowly stripped away every image of manhood remaining in my mind. i was being emasculated -- SLOWLY -- deliberately! And Kim looked on and smiled. “you belong to your WIFE again, michael -- she is your MISTRESS. you will come back in a week. And IN this week, Mistress Kim will take you to a Gay Bar -- and to the Beach. Would you like Samantha’s bathing suit to wear?” *********** We’re on our way home, now. In my bag is a yellow two piece swim suit. i have no tits like Samantha’s to fill out the top, but Kim says that all i need is the tan line, anyhow. As i wiggled my pretty ass into the house, the phone was ringing. It was Lisa! She wants a report on my progress. KIM wants me to get a good look at her breasts -- and lovely breasts she HAS! Wouldn’t it be nice? From pattee@mail.ohio.net Tue May 20 14:30:32 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-out.microserve.net!news-in.microserve.net!not-for-mail From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.trans,alt.sex.sissy,alt.sex.sissy.slut Subject: NEW TG: The Training, Part Four Date: Tue, 20 May 1997 11:30:32 -0700 Organization: Microserve Information Systems (800)-380-INET Lines: 289 Distribution: world Message-ID: <3381EDC8.32DC@mail.ohio.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp25.respool1.medina.ohio.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.0 (Win95; I; 16bit) Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.tg:17365 alt.sex.femdom:73578 alt.sex.stories:196955 alt.sex.trans:59400 DISCLAIMER: Go away if you’re not 21 -- adult stuff here! THE TRAINING: Part Four What a week it has BEEN! Since Damon released me from the first spell i have regained some of my male spirit, only to see it slowly slip away from me more and more every day. i fear that if i do not escape this nightmare soon, i will no long remember what it felt like to be a man. “Get the door, michael”, said Kim -- “it’s Lisa. She wants to know what happened with Damon today!” So, still dressed in my tiny black short shorts i wiggled my ass to the door to let our sexy next door neighbor in. “Well MICHAEL! you DO look ravishing today!”, she said. i hadn’t yet washed off my makeup and DID look rather like a sissy -- but i felt more like a male in control again -- at least a LITTLE in control. “BACK off, Lisa -- she’s in the other room!”, i said, satisfied that my male dominance was again emerging. Lisa was taken back by my sudden aggressiveness and walked past me into the room to see Kim. i went upstairs to change into something more masculine. “What’s going on, Kim?”, she asked. “Is he back to his male self?” “Only for awhile!”, said Kim. “Damon has programmed his mind to play with him a little more. he THINKS he has regained some control -- but his feminization will be coming from HIMSELF now. HE will soon be asking -- no, BEGGING for the change. Watch what happens and what he looks like when he returns from ‘getting dressed.’ Upstairs i quickly shed the female clothing that Kim had dressed me in that morning. i washed off the makeup, though the perfume still clung to me. i spent 20 minutes ridding my nails of their red color -- and then i went to take a shower. As i walked to the shower, i grabbed the bottle of body wash. i don’t know why, but it always made my skin feel so soft and silky. i wished i would stop walking with that sway to my hips. Before i walked in the shower i took my medicine -- didn’t even THINK about it! i just took five pills and swallowed them with some water. i took my shower feeling for stubble on my legs. i decided that i was going to let the hair around my cock grow again -- at least so that it was a nice, soft bush. Out of the shower i patted myself dry and looked at myself in the mirror. i looked SMOOTH and sissy-like. “ENOUGH of this female crap”, i said to myself as i walked back to the bedroom. i looked in my drawer for some underwear only to find myself fondling the stack of panties that now replaced my male jockey shorts. i let my fingers play with the silky material as i selected a pink, nylon pair of panties with pretty bows on the front. “These will have to do!”, i said to myself somehow believing that since i had no jockey shorts i had no choice. At first i instinctively reached for a matching bra -- but then i put it back. “Men don’t WEAR bra’s”, i said to myself. Instead i reached for a silky camisole and felt the smooth material against my sensitive nipples. They responded to the cool, silky material and i felt a stir in my panties. i walked around the bedroom wondering what i would wear over my sexy underthings while enjoying the feel of my silky legs rubbing together. They looked so nice and smooth -- and i was PROUD to have such sexy legs. Any man would! i just couldn’t stop walking with the wiggle of my ass -- and i watched myself walk in the mirror while admiring the shape of my ass. Could the medicine be making it rounder and more feminine? Then i looked at my face once again -- it looked so plain. Maybe just a LITTLE lipstick -- the light pink stuff! Actually, my lips DID feel and taste good when i put lipstick on them. Nothing else though! It wouldn’t be RIGHT for a man to be “all made up!” i looked at my nails and resolved to leave them alone, even though they probably DID look better with some polish on them. i must have been in the bedroom for at least 45 minutes looking at myself and primping myself. Then i walked to the dresser and pulled out the yellow bathing suit Damon had met take home. i held up the yellow bottoms to see how they would look. Yellow IS a pretty color! Then -- well -- i held up the top. Then i thought, “what the hell!” i slipped out of my panties and cami and slipped on the bathing suit. i looked GOOD in yellow. The top -- well -- as i thought about Kim and Lisa and Julie! -- it would be NICE to fill something like this out. Sam DID look good with those tits spilling out of this top! i pranced around the room when i heard Kim yelling up the stairs asking if i needed some help. “No i don’t!”, i yelled back. Then i quickly got back into my panties and cami and put the swim suit on the bed. i reached in my drawer and grabbed the white shorts. They had no pockets and showed off a lot of my legs. i grabbed a silky blouse and put it on, having no problems anymore with the buttons being on the left side. i combed my hair and went downstairs to see how things were going with the girls. The shorts were really tight as i walked down the stairs, ass wiggling so invitingly. As i walked into the front room, i saw Kim and Lisa nuzzled close to one another on the couch. They were BOTH down to their bras and panties. “Excuse me, girls -- but there’s a MAN in the room!”, i said. They both giggled. “We see someone in the ROOM”, said Kim -- “but it CERTAINLY is not a MAN!” “i’m OFFENDED by that remark!”, i said. “How many men dress the way you have right now?”, asked Lisa. i turned red, realizing that i had dressed MYSELF -- and i was dressed like a sissy. i looked at the girls as they watched me while, at the same time, fondling one another. my eyes were riveted on their breasts -- such LOVELY breasts they were. As i watched them, my hands went to my nipples and began rubbing them through the silky material. i watched as Kim relieved Lisa of her bra -- and my mouth watered as she began to kiss and suck her lovely breasts in her mouth. “Such lovely mounds these girls have”, i thought to myself. “i wish.....” And as i watched them make love, i came in my panties. ************* They made me change after deriding me for cumming like a sissy. “you’ll have to clean up those panties and shorts before they stain!”, said Kim. i did. At Kim’s direction i was told to change into the yellow swim suit to show Lisa. Damon’s conditioning made it impossible for me to resist Kim’s orders. i went upstairs, cleaned my cum soaked clothes -- and slipped into the swim suit. When i returned, the girls also had changed into bikini’s. “We’re going to get a tan!”, said Lisa. i couldn’t believe that they were going to take me across the street to Lisa’s house as i was to sunbathe in her backyard. But that’s exactly what we did. They made sure that i turned over enough times so that i would tan and not burn. “We’re going to make sure you have a proper tan line”, said Kim. By the end of the day -- i was kind of red -- all except the outline of a panty and bra of a girl’s swim suit. ************ The first three days i TRIED to wear male clothing -- but i was lured by the panties and silky feminine things that Kim had put in my closet and drawers. TODAY she was going to take me to a bar -- a GAY bar! “Dress pretty”, she said as she sent me to my room to dress. i did! i shaved -- legs, underarms, arms -- EVERYTHING except my patch. i put on a satin pair of panties -- black. my nipples were tender now -- and i almost wished i had a bra to finish my underwear outfit. i didn’t know HOW or WHY i was doing it, but i was gravitating more and more toward the silk and lace of female attire. i wore my white tapered slacks -- TIGHT they were. They zipped on the side and showed my ass off quite nicely as well as the black panties beneath my slacks. Today i wore a sheer white blouse with nothing underneath, except a tinge of red gloss on my tingling nipples. i put on some lipstick -- the light pink stuff -- a little perfume -- and some earrings. “Ready, honey?”, Kim asked. She marveled that even without her forcing me to do it, i was feminizing myself. i thought i had everything under control -- but DID i? She drove us to The Tilt -- a Gay Bar not far from where Damon lived. i was nervous as we walked through the door. i just couldn’t HELP walking and moving like an effeminate sissy boy. As we walked in, every eye on the place was on us -- or on ME, i should say. Kim was dressed very provocatively in a short mini dress -- no bra -- crotchless panties underneath. But SHE wasn’t on the make -- I was! As i looked around i saw some rather large hunks sitting at the bar. They were wearing tight, leather pants which showed off their assets quite nicely. These were the first men i’d seen since i had left Damon’s several days ago. Immediately my mind recalled the feel and touch of Sam’s cock -- and my eyes rested on the crotches of several obviously well-hung males -- but especially ONE of them! i licked my lips as Kim watched. She KNEW what was going on in my mind. “you LIKE what you see, DON’T you, michael?”, she asked. “i don’t know what you’re TALKING about”, i said. “I bet you wonder how it would FEEL to have that guy’s cock growing HARD in your hands -- or in your MOUTH!”, she teased. As she talked, i instinctively licked my lips. my mind was in an uproar as i couldn’t stop thinking about that guy’s cock. He must have seen me staring, because he walked toward our table. i crossed my legs and tried to cover my tits. “Can I sit with you girls?”, he said. The “girls” comment drew me back. “This is my WIFE”, i told him. he just looked at me and said, “Anything you say, sweetie!” He sat next to me and i could feel the heat of his thighs as he pressed them close to me. “Would you like to dance?”, he asked. i thought he was speaking to Kim -- but Kim said, “of COURSE she would!” She was referring TO ME! The guy took my arm and lifted me to my feet. i followed as he led me to the floor and put his arms around me. i felt awkward dancing in the female position, but he held me close and began grinding his crotch into mine. i could FEEL his cock harden as he began to whisper lewd things into my ears. “FEEL IT!”, he said moving my hand to his crotch. i felt his cock through his leather slacks and i felt flush. He KNEW he had me in a vulnerable position as his hand began to reach beneath my slacks to feel up my pantied ass. i was growing hard -- his cock against mine -- when the music ended. he escorted me back to the table and began talking with Kim. “she IS a hot little bitch, isn’t she?”, he asked Kim. “That she is!” said Kim. “her NAME is MICHELLE! Would you like to come with us -- and maybe you can see just how hot she is!” i was being set up -- and there was no way i could deny how excited i was at the prospect. my cock was straining my panties and slacks to the breaking point. In fact, i was quite uncomfortable and felt a need to loosen my pants, but i could not. Not here -- not now! i found myself following Kim out the door as i walked arm in arm with this stranger whose name i didn’t even yet know. The rest of the night was a fog. We went home -- Kim called Lisa for some loving -- Tank, (the guy’s name), began undressing me in front of the girls. He made me prance about in my panties while he called me his fag and sissy. Before the evening was out, i had been spanked -- and was now kneeling in front of him, feeling his cock harden in my hands -- and then in my mouth. Lisa and Kim watched on as i finally BEGGED to become his cocksucker. “PLEASE”, i begged. “Let me suck your cock!” He made me promise to be his little girl whenever Kim permitted. i promised him. The only thing Kim would not allow is for Tank to fuck me in the ass. She said SHE wanted that privilege when Damon gave her permission. It’s the end of the week now. i’ve become a cocksucker by my own volition. i’ve also begged Kim to allow me to wear a bra. She has such LOVELY tits. i wish I had breasts like hers. She said that if i were a good girl she would let me have implants soon. i told her that i would BE a good girl. i think they’ve finally broken me. ************ Damon was proud of my progress -- and he allowed me the privilege of sucking his cock. i begged him. After i sucked him off, Kim got to fuck my pussy for the first time. Damon had placed me in a sling -- and -- well -- the rest is history! It’s going to be FUN being a shemale i think. Anyhow -- it’s not what I think that counts -- only what the Mistress and Master think. ME? -- i’m only meant to be their sex toy. Such as life! The end