Big and Bouncy

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

Rules for the Subs:

(Optional fun for the free pets, if you are owned by a master or mistress, get their permission before following the rules ahead.)

Rule #1. Start with dedicating yourself to your owner, if you don’t have one, I will be your owner for the next 24 hours. You will wear Lipstick like you would wear a collar to know you have been marked by me. Optional rule: Write on a piece of paper with your girliest handwriting, ‘I belong to Mistress Dyvia.’ and seal it with a lipstick kiss. And email it to me.

Rule #2 Big ass Titties. They need to be big and bouncy, so if you have breast forms, put them on. If you do not, get a couple large balls, such as basketballs or soccer balls and a t-shirt you don’t need. Load up your shirt and tie it off in the back. If you don’t have them. Take three shirts,turn them into a big ball, and use plastic wrap (shrink wrap, cellophane wrap) and wrap three of them into a big ball. Do the same with the other three, and you have your big ass titties.

Rule #3. Panties are always encouraged.

Rule #4. You may not cum until the end, but if you do, you must eat it… And of course thank me later for the privilege.

Rule #5. By the end, email me let me know how well you did on the rules. This is a good time to email me the pick of your ownership, and to thank me for both the orgasm, and the snack. I’d also love to know your thoughts on the story.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents: Big and Bouncy By: Mistress Dyvia

It is no secret that rich people have access to technologies that many average people do not. They sometimes have access to services that the average person does not. Some even have the occasional side piece alongside their girlfriends, or wives… alongside boyfriends or husbands…

But somehow to this day, one secret that they have kept has been Leverage. Leverage is a company that provides the perfect partner, a person that is the ideal lover and friend, and is simply a transaction. It is very similar to what people call sugar babies, the big difference, that nobody ever knew until you read this today… is that they can remake a person into whatever they want. 

Some people have been contacted, usually they are very desperate, dealing with financial hardships that seem overwhelming. A deal is made, a price negotiated, and they remade into the perfect person for their sponsor. 

This is the story of such a person. This is a story of Nash, a young man who recently graduated with honors from a medical program in University… with overwhelming debt, he took a job at a hospital, and his supervising doctor endangered another patient during a procedure, and blamed it on Nash. Nash was immediately relieved of his medical license. Now no longer able to practice, a black mark on his record, overwhelming debt, he is a desperate man with few means of paying that debt off.

Nash received a letter in the mail. It was addressed to him, and it offered him a substantial amount of money, if he was willing to give up 5 years of his life.

Nash was skeptical, but he was interested. He couldn't find the company on the internet, not referred to, no actual website. As far as he was concerned, it was just a black hole. Still he filled out the information and sent it in. A week later he got an appointment.

Nash was an attractive young man, he was dressed well for this interview, very curious as to what it was. He approached the receptionist, and she had him sit to the side. 

Considering how secret this place was, he was surprised at how expensive looking it was. It took up several floors of a city skyscraper. A very attractive woman in a red dress approached him, she walked him to the elevator, and then into what looked like a legal office. There were men and women dressed extremely professionally moving about with purpose.

They sat down, and she explained simply that they were a service for a higher clientele but in order to even say anything further he needed to sign an NDA. However just signing the NDA, guaranteed him 6 months salary, even if he agreed to nothing further... The downside, if he did reveal anything at all about what he was told here, to anyone, he would have to pay 10 times that back. He signed it. 

She laid out the information before him. They were a small section of extremely wealthy clients that paid for the ideal person. An ideal lover, the ideal friend, and sometimes an ideal servant. It was very much like a job, each contract served which hours they would have to be available to their sponsors, but also stipulated that they agreed to any changes which could include surgical, but nothing illegal. And also like a job he could select 4 weeks per year for vacation time on his own. Each year he would be given a stipend of $8,000 per month and a conclusion of the five years would be given $1 million dollars.

The nice woman offered him a chance to think it over, but Nash shook his head, he was desperate and he wanted this. He signed. He was taken into another room, pictures were taken, and he left.

A week later, he was called back in, a sponsor had picked him. He eagerly showed up, and he sat him down. They gave him a contract which specified the agreements he would give in the next year including 4 weeks vacation in the aforementioned monetary allowances. He didn't read the contract he just signed. 

They took him down a couple floors, he received a plane ticket, they gave him a key card to a hotel room 2,000 miles away, and told him that would be his new residence. He had until Friday to move in, and they were even kind enough to give him a key to a storage unit in which he could leave his stuff for the year, it was all prepaid. The one big stipulation, he was not allowed to bring anything except the clothes on his back.

Friday he was moved into a hotel room that was bigger than any apartment he had ever lived in. In fact it was bigger than most homes that his friends lived in. It was extremely luxurious. And Friday night there was a knock on his door. It was a man holding an envelope, he said there was an appointment for him Saturday morning.Though he wasn’t actually sure, he assumed this was his first meeting with his sponsor. So he dressed as if he were going on a date… to wow them. 

Nash arrived for his appointment, it was at the same facility that he signed his NDA. This floor was more of a sterile medical environment, in fact he actually recognized many of the devices with his medical training. But they were some things he didn't recognize or even have a clue what they were. There was a woman in blue there, whose body language reminded him of the woman in red back home. She smiled sweetly at him when she told him that he was about to be changed for the first time. He was confused, he didn't understand what she meant. And she explained it to him, his sponsor liked their playthings big and bouncy.

~~A~~

"Wait..." Nash's voice trailed off as you closed his eyes and it was caught in a seemingly thoughtful mental exercise, "what exactly does my sponsor wants what big and bouncy."

The lady in blue closed the distance between them, "your breasts."

"But I don't have breasts," Nash hastily pointed out.

The woman in blue shrugged her left shoulder, and without a single word just gestured with her hand for him to follow. Nash allegorically dug his heels in and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Is there a problem, Nash?" The woman in blue asked as she reached the corner of the room.

"This is not something I agreed to," he said, paused and continued, you can't just decide that someone should have breasts or not."

"Actually, it is exactly what you agreed to when you signed the contract. By accepting the position on the other side of the country is even more implied consent. Your sponsor wants you to have large breasts, and very large might I add. I guess the only real question here is, are you going to sit down in this chair next to me? Are you in violation of your contract?"

Nash debated with himself for a minute, this is a challenge to his very masculinity. It is something he made fun of people before, maybe not a personal level, but there were plenty of times he and his friends would make fun of the girlier boys in school. But he was in a place across the country, he wouldn't be recognizable. At least the odds were against it. And he knew the consequences for violating the contract. He stood in silence, the woman in blue stood there in silence with a bemused look on her face as she knew the debate that was raging in his mind. Finally, Nash approached her and sat in the chair next to her.

She held out two ironically blue pills. He took them in his hands, and then took the water she held out to him, he lightly tossed them into the back of his throat and took a sip of water until they were all gone. Then she asked, "how are you with needles?" 

"I fucken hate them"

"Close your eyes." she instructed him, then a moment later used restraints to click his hands to the chair. She heard something roll up to him, he couldn't see what it was but there was some device that latched around his neck and then around his back. He was sticking metal, and then he felt something cold pressed to his nipples. Something metal. And then a little shriek escaped his lips as he felt both of his nipples simultaneously get pierced. It was a liquid sensation; his entire chest went numb. He heard a grinding and a pumping sound and the sound just continued and continued and continued. He was blind and unable to move and he knew some of this machine was giving him breasts.

Although he had no idea how long sat there with the machine pumping his chest, he knew it was more than an hour, possibly even two. And it stopped. He felt feminine hands move behind his back and the little stress retracted into the machine, and a similar sensation around his neck and he was freed, as soon as she pulled the machine away, he immediately felt the weight. Then she returned to him and took off the blindfold, and as he looked down he saw he didn't only have large breasts. He saw what might have been the largest pair of tits he had ever seen on a real person in his life…

He sat there in silence, "what did you do to me?"

"As if it weren't obvious. One of your instructions going forward is to always respond to them favorably. If anyone asks, you love them. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He said almost robotically trying to avoid any kind of conflict.

"So how do you like them?" She asked.

He looked down with them, tentatively touching them with his hands, surprised at how sensitive they were, in a good way. He wanted to tell them how freaky they were, how much she wanted them to be gone. But he knew the game, he was learning that far faster than he would have wanted to learn it, and he simply said, "I love them."

She handed him a sweatshirt, not the shirt he wore in here. He came here dressed for a date, and now it looks like he's leaving dressed for a walk in the park. She handed him a business card, it had a business address and a phone number. And she handed him a black card that he was positive was a credit card of some sort. "There is $12,000 on that card, you are to go to that address, and you're going to buy yourself some bras. You'll spend no less than $10,000, don't worry they are expensive bras. They are custom, and they will be custom to your chest.

An hour later he was walking into a very feminine looking parlor. He was immediately approached by a bubbly woman in pink, who introduced herself as Sarah.

She was completely unfazed by his appearance. Completely unfazed by a man with giant breasts. She happily explained to him exactly what's going on, helped him find bras and styles and colors that would be useful to him. She found bras that gave him amazing cleavage, she found some that would be incredibly comfortable for him, she even found sports for us so he could still do activities. Once he was measured, she went over styles with him, and just found a number of bras in general that she felt he would need. He was overwhelmed. But he embraced everything she had to say, at least on the outside. And just like the lady in blue said, he spent over $10,000 on bras, and he didn't feel like he had bought that many. At least not for the money he spent.

On the way out, she asked him,"So how do you feel having breasts larger than most women would ever want to have?"

Nash simply smirked back at her, "I absolutely love them, I don't think I'd ever want to go back." It was a lie, but the people that changed him, and who knows about the sponsor, might be listening, they could be waiting for Sarah's report. And who knew if they had someone following him around or even had him bugged. He knew he had to play this out. 

He made his way home. He found one of the bras that was supposed to make him more comfortable, and he put it on. He was actually very surprised that it did make him more comfortable. There was more pressure on his back and shoulders but it seemed to make it easier to move about his suite.

As he started to cook dinner, he wondered what the next day would bring.

~~B~~

As it would turn out, nothing really special happened the next day. Or the day after that. 

He spent most of his days kind of embarrassed about his huge breasts. He went out in public, finding himself dressing in more gender neutral clothing. It seemed to bring the least amount of attention to his massive chest. If you are a hoodie which is closed, and more clothes that didn't really show off his body, then they paid more attention to his chest and not who had the chest. Occasionally somebody would ask him about them, and he would smile and say they're wonderful. 

It was right around the time that he was getting used to going out, he had developed a routine that forced him outside… he was just getting ready to leave when the next instruction came. He had to report to the facility again, and he was meeting with the woman in blue. 

 He arrived wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, he went up to the receptionist, told the woman who he was, and he was told to sit and wait. 

The woman in blue arrived with a great big smile on her face, and escorted him to the elevator. They went down and when they got out it was another medical facility. They were less examination rooms, but just as many people in white coats. He was led to a room that just had a simple chair in it. He's asked to sit, and he did. 

 She had what would appear to be a VR helmet in her hands, and he asked what that was for.

"Your next alteration is going to be mental." She told him matter-of-factly.

"What does that mean?" He asked nervously.

"We are going to implant a deep sexual fetish within your mind. It will be something to make you obsessed about, it will consume much of your waking hours, it will probably affect your dreams, and will be absolutely necessary to your fantasy life in order for you to orgasm."

Nash looked fundamentally disturbed, "what kind of fetish?"

"BDSM." She answered without even looking at him in the eye.

His eyes widened, "like whips, chains, and shit?"

She giggled and finally met his eyes, "well yes, sort of... But there won't be any whips, the chains will be rare, and they certainly won't be any shit. Your sponsor doesn't care for bathroom play."

He gasped, he didn't actually mean 'shit' literally… He was relieved to know that wasn't something he would have to deal with now that he knew it was on the table. "And I pretty much can't say no?"

"You can, but then you'd be in violation of your contract. And there are consequences to that as you know. Are you saying, 'no?'"

He let out a defeated sigh, "no."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes "

"I need you to tell me that you are ready for me to implant the sexual fetish."

He noted his head with a little bit of hesitation, "I am ready for you to plant the sexual fetish."

She put the helmet on him, and a video started playing. There is a hum in the background almost seemed to distract him from the sexual images in front of him. Occasionally he saw words, but they flash by him too quickly for him to read. And then he felt the prick in his arm, and she injected him with something. And he felt his mind wander and he seemed to be so far away from his body.

The lady in blue took off the helmet. She gave him a drink of water. She handed him his cell phone which they're apparently nice enough to charge since it was now 100%. However, there was one thing that threw him off, it had been two days since he day in the chair… could that be right? It only felt like a few minutes…

"Did it work?" he asked.

She stayed silent until his eyes met hers, and then she smacked him across the face. It didn't hurt very much, it was more the shock of the fact that she did it. She'd always been so professional, and then she suddenly smacked him for making eye contact. "Do not make eye contact unless I tell you, get on your fucking knees you fucking little sissy."

"I'm sorry miss." Nash said as he dropped to his knees so very quickly. He's actually surprised to feel his cock harden.

The lady in blue spoke again, "how aroused are you by the way I just treated you?"

"Unbelievably horny."

She chuckled, "unless that's your normal response, I guess it worked." She paused and then gave an explanation, "you'll now be obsessed with a dominant and submissive relationship. And equal 50/50 partnership will now be boring to you. The idea of being restrained is very appealing to you, you'll find the idea of being humiliated very arousing. Now that we've given you those big titties, you will find that exposing them makes you horny. Exposing them gives you a thrill… so yes we made you a bit of an exhibitionist. If we make you dress like a girl, you will… and it will make you so fucking hot, not because you want to be a woman, but because it's a humiliation to your masculinity." 

"But why?"

She gave a playful smirk, "because that's what your sponsor paid for."

She left the room for a moment, leaving him with his own thoughts. But then she returned and took his hand and put a piece of cloth fabric in it. When he looked down it was a pair of panties, "what's this for?" As if he didn't know.

"You are not to leave this building until you put those on. In fact until your contract is complete… you are never allowed to wear male underwear again. Do you understand, Sissy?"

"I do." He said with a bit of frustration. He had no intention or desire to wear female underwear. But the idea of him being told that he had to made him so fucking hard.

It took him several minutes to get control of himself, but eventually he left wearing the panties. His cheeks burned, he knew there was no way anybody would know what he was wearing. But it was still so fucking humiliating… and arousing.

~~C~~

Nash made it home, and he was unable to deny the urges they implanted in him. Wearing his normal underwear wasn’t even an option anymore. He was loving the thrill of being caught wearing panties, he loved how he was told to wear them… He was just incredibly submissive and there was nothing he could do about it, except rub his cock to the idea of being commanded. He watched porn and instead of watching videos of women on all fours or girls blowing some guy or guys, watching videos of men and women being humiliated by their masters and mistresses.. He was loving videos of people dressed in restrictive fetishwear, bound and unable to move… sometimes begging for releases, while other times begging for release… if you catch the difference.It was overwhelming, and he loved it. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did. Everyday it was his obsession, and that was shown in his daily rituals. He wore the bra and panties as he was instructed to, feeling his heavy titties, feeling the bra and having them hold them up by the straps of his bra. The panties are such a confining cage, and though he had no specific sexual interest in either, it made him incredibly horny to know that he was told to wear them. They had taken away his choice to wear something else, and he struggled to control his own manhood.

His mind became a sponge for anything and everything related to BDSM and humiliation. It was reflected in the porn he watched, not that he really watched anything else at this point. It even showed in the research he did, he would do internet searches on BDSM, and he would go down a rabbit hole absorbing information on bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism. He was impressed by how much of the information he seemed to know in the back of his mind, but was never truly aware of. He assumed much of that came from their programming, that way he would instinctually follow these guidelines even if he unaware of them.

Almost a week passed before his next instruction came, and this time it was not a note. It was a phone call, it rang and the woman on the other hand told him to get something to write on. He did, and it was instructions to go to a location at a certain time later that night. It was not a request, it was an instruction and given the tone of her voice, she was commanding him and that instantly made him hard.

He still wore some of his baggy clothes, but now he left his hoodie open, and wore a tank top that stretched over his chest, his bra creating an incredible cleavage that no one could avoid looking into. He opened the door, and stepped in, and quickly realized this was a tattoo parlor. He hadn't even looked at the name of the place, he just showed up the appointment and walked in and it was then that he saw the yard on the walls and knew exactly where he was. He took in a deep breath, approached the receptionist and said that he had an appointment. She had him sit and said that the first appointment would be ready in a few minutes. 

About ten minutes later a woman with a sleeve of tattoos walked to him, and told him to follow her. The way she commanded him was hot, and he complied of course. It was so good just to accept instructions.

She looked down at a sheet of paper of her own, and then looked at him with a smile, “you want a lot, huh?"

"I guess so." Was his only response, after all was you supposed to say, he had no idea what was planned. 

She was here to give him piercings. He ended up with four piercings in each ear, one in his tongue, one of his naval, and both of his nipples were pierced. He was sore, but there was something hot about the way he was made to do it, and something hot about knowing he was the obedient one. The good sub, and maybe someday the good slave.

The one then let him back out into the reception area, and told him to sit in the chair and she walked to another room for a couple of minutes and then stepped back into the main area wiggling her fingers in hello and walked off on her own. 

He was a good pet, he sat there quietly waiting for the next person. A man came out this time, and with a note of importance, told Nash to come with him. Nash was almost surprised that he had just as much of a need to follow the instruction of this man as he did the women is compelled to follow. 

He sat in the small room, and the man told him that he was going to be getting him five tattoos. Nash nodded his head, giving his consent. But the artist told him that wasn't enough, and that he needed to wear a blindfold. Again Nash accepted that, and then allowed the man to tie a blindfold over his eyes.

For the next few hours he felt the pain of his tattoos being needled into his flesh. Nash never had a tattoo before, but he endured the pain. There was some sort of band over his left arm, another one just over his crotch, one more on the small of his back, pain on his right ankle told him where the next one was, and the last one on his right wrist.

By the time his blindfold was removed, the tattoos were not only complete, but bandaged up so he couldn't even see them. He was given instructions on how to take care of them, cream to apply to them frequently, and a few other things to help over the next few weeks.

When he got back to his home, he looked in the mirror and saw the bandages, and the metal in his ears, his nose, his tongue, his tits, and his navel. The fact that he submitted to having this done to him made him jerk off right into the toilet right there. And yet there was no shame, it still made him so fucking hot to be the submissive. And then he immediately went to bed, and had to sleep on his side to prevent any of his tattoos from hurting him.

The next morning he woke up, and it was time to look at the tattoos. The band around his arm had tribal markings that flowed around the words, 'love my titties.' The tattoo on the small of his back were three letters that spelled out the word, 'pet.' the one over his crotch was the word, 'Sissy ' the one in his ankle was of all things a simple butterfly, he wasn't sure of that one aside from the fact that it was feminine, and they were clearly turning him into a sissy. And the one on his wrist was a pair of handcuffs.

It took weeks before everything was healed properly, he heard almost nothing. Occasionally, he would get instructions to buy clothes, sometimes he would be told to go to a movie at a certain time, and he would. He got used to just accepting things he was told to do.

One day as he returned home, it was a white letter taped to his door. It was heavy despite how small the envelope was, he took it and stepped inside his suite. It was a well-painted sheet of metal with an invitation to an address. Instinctively he knew this was not optional. And he had to be there Friday night at five o'clock.

And then on another instinctive level, he somehow knew that he was about to meet his sponsor.

~~D~~

Nash wasn't sure exactly what to wear. He knew how to dress as a man for such a special event, he was not a woman, despite what he wore around his chest. He struggled with inspiration. Ultimately he wore an odd mix of clothing, nice pair of dress pants, a bra that definitely gave him a lot of cleavage, a v-neck dark Violet top, and a sports jacket. It was an odd ensemble, but given this strange place he was mentally and physically, it seemed like the best option.

When he arrived, it was another hotel, he was met at the lobby by a woman. She wore a smart looking pantsuit, smiled as she took him in, and put her arm in his and led him to an elevator. He was taken to a penthouse suite.

Nash was nervous as he stepped inside, the woman said that she was prepared him for his meeting with his sponsor. And then she proceeded to take off every stitch of clothing he wore.

She had a cart that had a number of boxes on it, and she took a few smaller boxes and laid them on the floor in front of Nash. She opened the first one, she put it under her arm, as she removed Nash's nipple rings. They dropped to the ground with a thud, and then she took the box under her arm and replaced his nipple rings with actual rings. She had a couple of barbells, now he had a couple of d-ring style nipple rings. 

She took a metal ring, and she brought it under his balls, and lock that in place. It felt awkward, it made him feel aroused. She had a very weird looking g-string, it had its own metal loop in the front that is cock slid right around, it didn't go up his legs but connected at a point by his back, and was velcroed together.

A bigger box revealed a corset, it had a demi-cup, which was certainly not intended to hide his breasts, but to lift them and give him cleavage even though he was fully on display. Well he wasn't expecting was hell tight it would get as she started pulling the laces.

It was a long before both his arms and his legs were wearing latex stockings and gloves. They're extremely tight, giving him extra sensation. They were not uncomfortable, but as he had never worn them before he had to learn the New sensations in the way his body shifted when he moved. 

The woman sat him down, and took his feet one at a time, and place them into a shoe, if that's what one would call it. She called it a ballet shoe. But to him it was just a high heel that forced his feet straight down, if you tried to walk on them, he would be walking on the very tips of his toes.

The woman pulled him onto his knees, and then walked behind him pulling his arms with her. Nash felt the woman first handcuff his wrist together, but of course that wasn't enough… she seem to put two bands around his arms above his elbows, and then lay something between them and then slowly pull them together. He felt a lot of strain on his shoulders, but he said nothing. His cock was fully large the way this woman was manhandling him.

The woman took an eye shadow palette next and started playing with his eyes with red colors. He couldn't see it was happening, but he knew that she was feminizing his eyes' appearance. Then she used a black pen to apply what he was convinced was eyeliner. Using glue she applied fake eyelashes, and then applied mascara to make both her natural eyelashes and the fake ones merge and lengthen.

A wig cap came next, controlling whatever hair you had on his head. She put a bright red wig on his head next, and then a black latex mask. It didn't cover his entire face it had plenty of exposure for his nose his mouth and his eyes, but it framed his head naturally, and a hole in the top made for plenty of room when his hair was pulled through. As if just to finish off the look of his face she just applied a bright red lipstick. 

She pulled into the middle of the floor where there was a strange middle loop sticking out where there should be nothing. But that's where it was. Removing at another box, she showed Nash a chain, it wasn't big by any means, had two nice little clips. She ran it through the loop on the floor, the chain itself is only a foot long so Nash is curious what was going to happen… but then she pulled Nash closer and clipped each end to each of the d-rings on his nipples. He was forced to stay down and close. He was forced to stay kneeling.

"Good luck." Came from the woman's mouth, and he heard her walk towards the door with her cart, open it and then left.

Nash was left there for a while, no interaction, just feeling exposed, feeling his dick ready to squirt at any moment. Then the door opened, he heard footsteps, high heels specifically.

He tried to look towards her, but couldn't really get a view. He was aware that she stopped behind him. And then she slowly walked around him as if admiring the handy work she paid for. She stopped behind him once again, and then took a couple of very odd steps and he knew that she was standing over him by his waist one foot on either side of him, and then she bent down and took a good grab if one of his tits. And I slid out a soft moan, and then she did it to his other tit. 

She stepped away for a moment, he felt exposed, more so than he had yet. And then there was something cold on his ass. She had slit her fingers between the straps of the g-string, which really didn't provide any protection for his ass and then he felt something pushing inside of him. It was actually quite small, but it was in him nonetheless. She walked away for about 10 minutes, came back and then removed it, replacing it with a slightly larger one. She repeated this six times, without saying a single word to him.

She knew he couldn't move, his big and bouncy tits were secured to the loop on the ground. If he tried to move too much, he could really hurt himself.

And then for the first time she walked in front of him, her heels merely inches from the loop that his tits were secured to. He tried to look up but got no further than her shins.

"Don't," was all she said.

 He let his head droop down a bit, and to the most comfortable position you could find. She simply stood there as if intimidating him, and yet it just aroused him.

"I'm going to fuck your ass." A simple declaration of intent. Nash wasn't sure if you should respond or not, she didn't seem to say anything.

"Okay." Was about all he could muster.

"I'm glad I have your permission," was the voice's sarcastic response. And he understood that she wasn't asking, she was declaring. "You will address me as mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"So this is what's going to happen. I'm going to put a strap on around my waist, I'm going to pull out that butt plug, and I am going to fuck you until my legs are too tired to pump, or until you unload your balls all over the floor. If I if I get tired, you will only be feminized like this when I want to fuck you. If you cum, you will never wear a stitch of male clothing while your contract is still in play. You will be my sissy fuck doll. You're big and bouncy tits will be on display for me 24/7. You're big and bouncy tits will be on display for everyone else, when you're in public. So it's really about how much self-control you have. Oh, and if you do cum, you'll be cleaning it with your tongue. And every time you have an orgasm going forward you will swallow it and ask for more. In case you are not clear, I'm not going to make you want more, I am commanding you to ask for more, every time you swallow it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." She walked away to the corner of the room, Nash's eyes couldn't follow, but he could hear where she was, he heard paper ripping, plastic popping, he's pretty sure that was the sound of a zipper and some fumbling. And then mistress was behind him. He felt the plug being pulled out of him, and something else pressed to the entrance of his ass. The momentarily relief of the pulled plug, was replaced by something bigger, something longer, and he knew exactly what his mistress had done. Start pushing in, going all the way until we felt the front of her thighs press against his ass, she was all the way in. Then she started pulling back, not all the way, he felt the head sort of gets stuck at his entrance, and then she pushed back in.

She started with a slow rhythm, and then slowly started increasing the tempo. He felt his cock dripping precum, and he knew that he was ready to cum at any moment. But she was good, when he thought he was about to lose control, she took control and stopped him from cumming, he had no idea how she was that good from behind him.

She came to a feverous and almost rageful thrusting pattern, and then she let go of his hip with one of her hands and gripped his cock with her other, and he exploded all over the floor. She unsheathed herself from his ass, unclipped his nipple rings, and simply said, "you know what to do."

"Yes, Mistress."

Nash crawled backwards, and licked his tongue over the white jizz on the floor. He had never licked that before, The taste and texture wasn't pleasant, yet the situation was hot enough to keep his cock hard even after the orgasm. Even after it was all clean he continued to lick for another moment.

He was almost startled when a pair of pink high heels were dropped in front of him, and then a pink dress, with white stockings, and a lacy pink thong all lined up.

"You are now Sissy, it is both your name and what you are. Say it to me" her voice insisted.

"My name is Sissy, and I am a sissy."

And with that sentence, Nash was gone. She had never seen her mistress' face. She had no idea what her mistress would do. She was simply Sissy. A sissy with big and bouncy tits. And one that had been completely broken and the most erotic way.

Sissy looked forward to wearing the pink dress. Sissy looked forward to more games and bondage. Sissy looked forward to being her Mistress' fuck doll.

The End?

A reminder: Rule #5. By the end, email me let me know how well you did on the rules. This is a good time to email me the pic of your ownership, and to thank me for both the orgasm, and the snack. I’d also love to know your thoughts on the story. Kisses for now!

Mistress D

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