Plugged

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.

The following rules are for unOwned subs looking for a little extra fun, I know it may seem pretentious to some, but it's just for a bit of extra interaction for those who may enjoy it!

Optional rules for the subs:

1) Time to declare your owner, if you don’t have one, you may simply say, “I am the property of Mistress Dyvia” while I read this story… Go ahead, say it, it feels good. 

2) Time to girlify yourself in some way, I would prefer lipstick, every time you press your lips together you will think of me, but if you prefer, panties, high heels, or something else, you may do so.

3) As you can probably guess by the title, this has to do with being plugged, if you have an anal plug, it would amuse me greatly if you were plugged while the protagonist is a girl.

And most importantly, 

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Plugged

by: Mistress Dyvia

Cale was a very happy man. He just moved into his dream home, he didn't have a wife or kids. He was single, but he had been focused for years with his eye on the ball. He inherited a small one bedroom house from his parents. When they passed away, he moved in, but it was only about 900 square feet. He always planned the upgrade, and he finally hit the amount of money in his bank where he felt comfortable to put down a down payment on a home, and still have a nest egg to keep him safe. He was better than most of the people of his generation, but he got lucky with a good job, supportive family, and a mind that could stay focused. 

He had been looking at the realtor websites for months, he was not one to just jump at the first thing he saw, he actually found a home not on a realtor site, but on an auction site. The home he had found was 3,000 square feet, 5 acres of land, a pool, And was colored a perfect shade of sky blue. He initially didn't have a whole lot of hope for this, a lot of the details about why it was being auctioned weren't being publicly available at the moment. He wasn't going to take a chance, but he bid the amount of money he was going to use for the down payment on the other sites… somehow he won. 

He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do with his old house yet, would he sell it for extra money? Would he fix it up and use it as a rental property or a b&b? That would be for later. After he discussed it with a financial consultant.

It turned out the reason it was on an auction site was that it went into foreclosure. Apparently the owner was a bit of a recluse, and didn't pay his bills because he apparently died and no one informed the bank. He had no family. Any and had no friends to claim the property. 

He spent his first weeks just cleaning the place out. He spent nearly 2 weeks getting the place furnished just the way he wanted to. Decorating, and setting it up. And then he moved in. It was nice not being in a hurry since he had his old house to live in. 

He'd been in the house for nearly a month when the accident happened. He was on his way to do some laundry when he dropped the bottle of bleach which split down the middle onto the carpet. Until this point, he had just liked the fact that The basement had been converted into a luxury space, whoever was there before had made the place so it could be used as an extra living room. The floor was carpeted for most of it until you got to the laundry area. The smell of the bleach was very intense, and he had to actually leave the basement for a little bit. He forced himself back down just to open some windows and waited until the next day to finish.. the smell was still intense, but the formerly beautiful carpeting was ruined. 

As he lifted up the carpet, he found something he wasn't expecting in the corner under where he had put his desk… a secret door. Once he removed the carpeting, he came back to move his desk bacause he wanted to see what was down there. He tentatively went down, and found that it was a sub basement below the regular basement, and there was a door, he knocked on it. He knocked on it.. no response. He tried the door knob and it just opened. And when he turned the light on, you found something that he was not ready for at all. A room decorated in pink. I had pink carpeting, the walls were pink, there was a secondary bed that was pink. He opened up a door, and found a selection of clothes that were all very feminine… but surprisingly different sizes. Not that he could tell most of the sizes, but it was clear that some of them were intended for larger tested women and some for smaller chested women… there was a makeup table, and another table with a laptop… and a package of sex toys… he wasn't ready for that. It was unopened, and there were six butt plugs on the front of it. 

Was this room intended for women? If it wasn't for the fact it was in a sub-basement he would think this was a girl’s room… apparently a horny girl's bedroom. But the fact that it was in a sub-basement made him wonder if this was a place where he hid women against their will… or if the previous owner was a closeted crossdresser? 

It took a few days before he came back down. He wasn't sure what to make of it. He was looking at a box of butt plugs, there was something strange about them. Like the package design was made to appeal to anybody who looked at it, even if butt play wasn't on their radar.

It had a website, and he found himself creating a username and password and then logging in. The thing that threw him off was that instead of being logged into an informational site, he was automatically put into a random chat wheel, and it selected a random person for him.

Before he even had a chance to disconnect, he suddenly found himself face to face with a woman who was clearly in a dark room, she had very dark lipstick and with the lighting it looked almost black. Her face appeared to be blue, probably from the reflection of the screen, and it appeared that she was wearing some sort of black top… in fact, it was more of a shiny black top.

“Hi there, cutie." 

It took him a second to realize that his phone had turned the camera on so that she could see him as well, his eyes went a little wide, "ummm, hi.”

"Sorry, I didn't expect this website to automatically log in to a chat.” he managed to stammer. 

Her eyes went a little wide, "oh, is this your first time here?”

"Yeah. Sorry I don't exactly know what I'm doing." 

“That's fine, sweetie. What brings you here?”

And he told her the story of how he found the box in his sub-basement. How he never even was interested in anything like a butt plug, but for some reason the package design seemed intriguing. He just found himself naturally wanting to look into it." 

She giggled, he expected her to make fun of him like, ‘sure, you're really not into butt play at all right? Wink.’ but to his surprise, she seemed to go along with it, “believe it or not that's actually not an uncommon story for a first timer." 

“Really? I mean it's true but it's happened to other people?”

"Absolutely. Like you said, the package design is made to be appealing. Some people have found them in thrift stores, others are more online as a joke to somebody else, but couldn't stop themselves from using it… don't get me wrong. I think you're the first person that stumbled into an inherited one, but yeah…” she giggled. And as the giggle stopped, she looked at him, “what's your name?" 

"Cale.” He wasn't sure if he should have used his real name or not, but it was too late now. 

"Nice to meet you Cale. You can call me Venus." 

“Nice to meet you Venus."

“Have you opened up the package yet?" 

“No. I hadn't even decided if I was going to." 

"Why don't you. Open it up, tell me what you didn't see inside.” 

Against his better judgment, he reached over for it and started pulling off the cellophane covering. Then he slowly opened it up and saw six plugs, five of the bigger ones were black and the smallest one was pink, and at the end a tube that kind of reminded him of lotion, but was clearly labeled lubricant. Instead of telling him what he saw, he held it up to the camera of his phone. 

“You know what they do right?" 

“Plug a person's ass?" 

She giggled again, “no. They actually infuse you with nanotechnology once they're in place. It will change your body, and some of your mental processes. And it will last for double the length. It's inside you. So if it's in your butt for 10 minutes, once it's out you will change back 20 minutes later.”

"So really three times as long from the moment it's in?” he said. 

"For a noob you're taking this pretty well.”

This time it was Kale's turn to laugh, "you don't really think I believe that there's nano-technology and butt plugs do you like? It would be all over the internet if it was." then it occurred to him that this might have been the roleplay she wanted.

She smirked at him, “then there's nothing to worry about. Every package, the pink one is always the same for men. Try it.”

He stared at it, "I don't think that's for me." 

“Sure it is. Let's be honest, if you weren't at the very least curious, no amount of package design would have convinced you to log into this website. You're the very least curious. But in front of a pretty girl like me, you want to be more masculine. Let me tell you right now, I'm logged into this website because I strongly prefer men who are willing to do things like this. So if you want to impress me, tell me that you're willing to try…" 

He looked back at the toys for a moment, then backed it to her, she was looking very expectant… he sighed. "Okay, I'll give it a try.”

“Good”, then she changed the tone of her voice. “Are there any words on the base?”

Once he removed the pink one, he looked at the bottom, “yeah, ‘reset,’ ‘imprint’ and ‘ruin.’”

"Oh that sounds like fun!”

"I thought you said they all did the same thing?”

"They do. But sometimes the triggers vary.”

"Triggers?”

“Just let me know when you have it in, and I'll explain." 

He fumbled with the pink one, and the little bottle of lube… he smeared a little bit on the tip, and immediately heard her say, “use a lot more than that for the first time.” He did. A lot. "Typically I would say, there's no such thing as too much… but I don't think I have ever seen anyone use that much. Yeah… so anyway… just relax, and ease it in." 

He tried to relax, but it was harder than he might expect. He was embarrassed by the fact that he felt himself getting a little bit on the hard side. But he was slowly feeling it ease its way in, took a couple of breaths and then he was very much aware when he got past the widest part when everything just seemed to clench around the base. 

He suddenly felt light-headed… he clenched his eyes tight for a moment, and grabbed his head with his hands… he sat back on the chair, feeling the pressure in his sphincter. It only took a minute or two before the feeling went away, and he was staring at Venus with a wide smile on her face. 

“You changed." 

He looked down at himself, he was different… his body was hairless, very thin. And his penis appeared to be very small… like freakishly small. "What the fuck?”

“Calm down. And listen for a moment.” He looked up at her and met her eyes, "remember, if you keep that inside of you for the next 10 minutes… in about 30 minutes you'll be back to normal. Can you do that for me?" 

His mind was buzzing, he didn't exactly know what he was feeling at the moment, mentally or emotionally, but he could be like this for half an hour, right? “Okay, I'll keep it in place for 10 minutes." 

She smiled, "that's a good girl.”

Being called a good girl made his clitty drip… ‘clitty?’ what the fuck was that about? "Explain everything to me now.”

Venus giggled again, “so the pink ones always turn men into sissies. It means exposure to anything feminine makes you aroused, including being called a good girl. Did you feel the arousal surge when I called you that? 

He nodded his head, “yeah, it was weird." 

“I imagine so… also, the bottom usually has three three triggers. The first one is always a reset command, so when you hear the word reset, it will bring you back to your base sissy thought processes. You know the second command, in this case, Imprint…” he was looking at her eyes when she said that word, and he felt something flowed through his mind… "you will find yourself imprinted on whoever said the word. It'll be be extremely important for you to please them, and obey them. Do you want to obey me? 

“I really do." He was kind of surprised, and the back of his head. He thought he should be angry at the fact that she did that to him… but yeah… her happiness was much more important than his own. 

“And the last one will give you a very special orgasm. You will drip, but you will not feel the pleasurable sides of the orgasm, and you will probably actually feel hornier than you are now. Ruin.”

As soon as she said the word ‘ruin,’ he felt cum bursting from his little clitty. "Oh God.” He said at the unexpected orgasm, but like she said, it left him feeling horny. The more he thought about it, it was more on the frustrated side. But when he saw the look on her face, he was happy to have done that for her. 

“Sissies love the taste of cum. Why didn't you make your new mistress happy, and clean up your mess with your tongue and let me know what you think of the taste of cum." 

He complied immediately, surprised at both how much he wanted to please her, and how much he wanted to know what cum tastes like. He was very much surprised at how amazingly divine that sweet, salty taste was… and truth it was nothing sweet about it, but it was amazing. “Mistress, I love it. Thank you for making me lick up my cum.”

Over the next few minutes, his mistress had him show him the pink room… and she commanded him to put on a shade of lipstick, high heels, stockings, pink panties. And some pink lingerie. And by then, 10 minutes had passed… he removed the plug knowing that he only had 20 minutes left. 

"Tell me sissy, on the back of the package of butt plugs, on the lower right hand corner, what does it say in the little blue square?”

“Lesbian Slave.” He read off the back of the box. 

She giggled a little bit, "and that could be fun for another night. And we still have a little bit more fun with you being like this. Don't we?" 

This sissy nodded his head, “yes, Mistress.” He agreed, feeling the intense compulsion to make his mistress happy…

Her smile widened at his response, “that's a good sissy. I'm thinking tomorrow I'll bring my boyfriend over. You can suck his cock for me. I'll make out with him, and you can make out with his cock. Doesn't that sound wonderful?”

On some level he knew that he should not like that idea at all, but he really wanted to impress her, wanted to make her happy… he really wanted to suck a cock, especially alpha cock, "That does sound wonderful, is he big?”

"Huge… I can't even take him in my pussy, but yeah, it'll fit down your throat,” she teased.

The Sissy's head bounced up and down with excitement, “I'll make you proud." 

"That's a good slut." The mistress reinforced his conditioning, "I want you to go look in the closet, see if you have a chastity cage in there.”

He didn't even hesitate, he got up and started walking towards the closet, and started looking around, on the side and on the top, there was a shelf that seemed to have other more common toys. Most of the packages were still in their original wrapping, completely unopened. He oddly wasn't as tall as he had been before, so we had to get a chair and stand up and look… and he did find one. He walked it back to the monitor to show his mistress, “I have this one!" 

She clapped her hand and giggled with Glee, “put it on.” 

The sissy was compelled to obey, immediately, opened up the box, and then had its hair off all the plastic to get to it and struggled… he'd never played with such a device, and it took him several minutes to get it on. He eventually did. He showed it off to his mistress.

"Very good pet, you are such a good little cocksucker aren't you… caged cocksucker.”

This time it was the sissy's turn to giggle, she felt her little clitty twitching inside the cage, “yes, mistress! I am your caged cocksucking slut!”

Then without warning you felt a little dizzy, put a hand to his Temple… he heard his mistress speak, "sit down, looks like sissy time is over.” His body slowly expanded to its normal proportions. He was taller, more masculine… his cock was bigger… tighter.. fuck! still trapped in the cage… he still had makeup up on his face… well lipstick. But his feet were hurting, the shoes were too small for his feet. The lingerie and the stockings were a little embarrassing. 

But the shoes were the most pressing thing, they were hurting his feet a lot… he got them off. 

"Are you okay?” He heard Venus say. 

“I think so.” He said. 

"Are you mad at me?" She asked. “I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings or do something particularly awful, I just wanted you to see how the plug really affected you.”

He shook his head, "no, not mad… and no offense… I'm not sucking your boyfriend's cock.”

She giggled a little, “if it makes you feel better, I don't have a boyfriend… I actually do prefer girls, though some boys can be fun too… like the sissified kind.”

"I see… speaking of which, how do I get this thing off my junk?" 

Then Venus giggled once more, “I imagine there's a key in the box unless you placed it somewhere else?”

He reached for the box, and there was a key.. he used it to twist and pull, the lock was disconnected, and it pulled apart pretty quickly after that. "Thanks.”

“No problem.” There was a slight hesitation in her voice, “do you think you'll want to try that again?" 

“Honestly, it was interesting. But I'm not so sure it's my thing.”

"I understand, but fair warning… it can get addicting." 

“I don't know about that, but between you and me… the only thing creamy and meaty that's going in my mouth in the next 24 hours, is going to be a steak and cheese from Julio's shack.”

Venus's eyes went wide, "wait… Julio's Shack? Is that next to ‘The Phat Cow’s All chicken sandwiches?’" 

Echoing Venus’ facial expression a minute earlier with wide eyes, “yeah…”

"Oh my God, do we live near each other?”

He was taking off those girly clothes, but as he did they compared notes and realized that they only lived a few blocks from each other… 

“I know you said you only like women, but how do you feel about a dinner date?" he asked.

She thought about it for a moment and then smiled, “sure, but a friendly date, but just be warned the only thing creamy and meaty things going in my mouth is going to be a steak and cheese from Julio's shack." 

“Deal." 

They made the arrangements and agreed on a time, and then disconnected. He had to figure out exactly how to clean those toys, and then put them back. The closet, he noticed a number of things, the closet was arranged. The clothes that were on hangers were labeled ‘S’ all the way to the left.. and at first he thought that was for ‘small…’ until he saw one through five for other labels. And immediately understood that those were likely the sizes for the body shape of the plugs. Holy shit. 

He wasn't going to deal with that anymore that night… probably anymore that week. He went back upstairs, closed the door to the secret basement, covered it with the rug again… and watched some TV before he went to bed. 

The next day he went to work. But the thing that he wasn't expecting was how distracted he was. Whenever there was a break in thought, his mind went immediately back to the way he was when he had been sissified. His butt clenched in strange ways, it was like he had a physical craving to have that ‘thing’ back inside of him again… was Venus correct? Was it addicting? Better question was, did the plug actually addict him? Or did he really like the new experiences, and in his mind he hadn't finished off everything that he could or wanted to try…

After work, he went home, took a shower and dressed up nicely. He found himself stopping and looking in the basement, specifically in the corner by the rug.. why was he so determined to not let that leave his mind? But he had to, and before he knew it, he was parking in the parking lot at Julio's Shack. 

He walked up to the doors, and opened up, and there was a woman. At first he didn't recognize her, just saw a beautiful woman wearing jeans and a tank top, minimal makeup and her hair and a ponytail. “Hey Cale.”

He was kind of surprised to see her without that dominatrix/goth hybrid outfit, but damn she looked good. “Hi Venus." 

"Vanessa.” She rolled her eyes as if she forgot to tell him, “but everyone calls me Vanna."

He offered his hand to shake, and she took it shaking his daintily. He noticed her nails which still had the black color. They were long, sharp and almost a little intimidating. She smiled at his reaction. 

They ordered their food and sat. They talked about their interests, movies and books they like to read, different types of music. Apparently both like to swim, she liked to ski, he liked to snowboard. So there was that.

Sadly, he did have to remind himself that she wasn't attracted to him. But they could be friends. They shared some laughs while they ate. He was happy to see that there were some guys there that looked at him enviously, but again, she wasn't attracted to his type…

Eventually the dinner had to come to an end, They got off and walked out together. They gave each other a quick hug, and he started to walk away… he turned around, “Hey, Vanna.”

She turned around to look at him, “yeah?" 

"Do you want to come back to my place, maybe watch a movie?”

She let out a small sigh, "that might not be the best idea.”

He stepped in closer and leaned in, "I'll let you use one of the plugs.”

She took a step back, “are you saying that because you want me to come over? Or are you using that as an excuse to use a plug?”

He pressed his lips together, and then let out his own sigh, “I'm not actually sure." 

She snorted a laugh, "good answer… okay I'll come over.”

Twenty minutes later he invited her into the basement and then it's a sub-basement, “if you were any other guy there's no way I'd come to your basement on a first date.” They both laughed at that. She looked at the closet, "I like the way everything is organized here.”

"I wish I could take credit for it.”

She picked the first of the black plugs, and then walked and found a dress and heels for hardware. They had chosen a movie, a comedy. The movie was less than 2 hours long, so they agreed to keep the plug in for 40 minutes. That way she would be a just woman for just a little over the length of the movie. She used the lube, then she slowly slid it in while he was bent over a chair… once it was in place Cale was almost instantly a woman… for the first time…

Her mouth hung open for a second as she looked down at her petite body. She was actually looking up at Vanna now. Vanna beckoned her to follow, and before she had much time to even explore her body, Vanna was helping her put on a pair of panties, a bra, and a simple dress. …And heels cuz apparently the previous owner didn't believe in women having anything other than high heels. 

To Cale's amazement he found that walking in high heels was completely natural… They left the basement, made some popcorn, poured a couple drinks, and sit down and turned on the movie. They set an alarm on their phones for 40 minutes, and watched the movie. 

They held the popcorn ball between them, but they both were both laughing heavily at the jokes that ran through the movie. They paused forty minutes in to remove the plug, then they held hands. She felt extremely attracted to Vanna and enjoyed their time together. Sadly the movie had to end.

They got up, the popcorn was all gone, and it was time for Vanna to go. They gave each other a hug, but then Vanna pulled her in close, “what's my name, Pet?" 

“Mistress Venus." 

Venus gripped the back of Cale's neck, and pulled her in closer for a kiss… as soon as their lips touched, there was a moisture between Kale's legs, but that wasn't what was really distracting, it was the sudden sensation of having her breast squeezed in her nipple played with while the kiss was happening… it intensified everything. And then just as she felt the kiss was about to end, she felt a finger sliding along her panties, finding very sensitive spots… she gasped under Venus's touch… and then it was over… she kissed her again, but the second one was just the barest touch of lips. 

As Venus started to walk away, she blew a third kiss from her hand, “No touching yourself as a woman If you want this to happen again.”

And oh, how she wanted to rub herself. See how this new plumbing worked, but oh, how she wanted her Mistress Venus to take control again. She was going to have to keep her hands to herself… at least until she was a guy again.She didn't really consider herself that submissive, for the idea of Venus taking her and having her way with her made her so very wet. But the fantasy didn't last long, only about 15 to 20 minutes after Venus left, she changed back. 

Cale was simply Cale again. He texted Vanna a little later, ‘’that kiss was hot.’

The response came in less than 10 seconds, ‘’I thought so. Was your girl half a good girl? Did she not touch herself?’ 

‘rofl. My girl-half was a good girl,’ he replied. 

‘Just remember, I didn't make that rule for your male half. Enjoy the rest of your night.’

He did.

Cale got home from work the next day, he tried texting her, but there was no immediate reply. There was a need for him to feel the transformation… but part of him wanted her there in some way before he did it. He felt a little nervous, he logged into the app, and she still didn't reply. There was an odd part of him that realized he could have just had a random chat with someone again, but he actually felt guilty about that thought, would that make him a cheat? He wasn't sure as he didn't want to cross that line If there was something deeper. 

The next morning he woke up, and found that he missed a few texts from her. He quickly sent an apology that he had fallen asleep.

She didn't reply again during the day. But he found himself in an oddly irritable state. He controlled himself when he was around people, but there was something just not right that he couldn't put his finger on. 

He got a message from her around the time he was walking in the door around six that evening. ‘what time do you leave for work tomorrow?’ 

He quickly texted back, ‘I will get up around 6 tomorrow morning, and leave my place around 7.’ It was more than she asked for, but seemed relevant.

Vanna’s response was almost playful, ‘that gives us 12 hours, Even if you are asleep for most of them.’ He started to type in a response, but she responded even quicker. ‘put in your sissy plug, set an alarm on your phone for 10, so that you will know when to take it out, in time for changing back before you have to get ready for work.’ 

There was an eagerness in his movements. He couldn't believe how much he really just wanted to feel that thing inside of him. He didn't care which one. Once it was nestled deep inside him, he set his alarm as Mistress Venus wanted.

She had them log into the app, and that's when they made their agreements… on his work nights, he would plug himself with the sissy plug as soon as he got home from work, and we leave it in there long enough so that he would be back to his normal self by 6 in the morning. And that is exactly what they did, during the weekdays he was a sissy… And she would meet her on the app, have him dress up like a slut, and do such slutty things that a sissy would do to mistress’ amusement. 

But Saturday was a different story. Friday night she kept herself plugged until midnight. It didn't take a lot of math skills to realize that meant she would be a sissy until 10 the next morning.

The sissy was still in bed when she heard the doorbell. She sat up nervous, not sure if she should respond like that or not. About 5 to 10 seconds later, there was a text on her phone, ‘ding dong.’

Her mistress was there? She jumped out of bed, put on her slippers, which did have a heel, and made her way to the front door. She opened the door, it didn't even have an opportunity to invite her mistress in, when the woman just strode right in and closed the door behind her. 

“Hello Mistress Venus.” She said formally with a little curtsy. 

Mistress Venus seemed amused as she said, "good sissy… let's go to that sub-basement of yours." And as the eager sissy led her mistress down to the room, her mistress still asked her, “you still have to be back at work Monday at 7?" 

"Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress Venus pulled out her cell phone, and was typing away furiously. At first, the sissy felt jealousy that she was texting somebody else… but her next words made her realize she wasn't texting at all, “that gives us 46 hours… two more hours is a sissy… meaning 44… So if I plug you right now, 14 hours and 40 minutes… if I plugged you right now.”

At this point the sissy was confused, "but mistress, do we have to wait?” gesturing to her caged clitty, suggesting waiting for the sissy effects to wear off.

Mistress smiled with amusement at her sissy's confusion, "no. I can plug you with another plug right now, and you'll immediately change into the new form, however, when that time expires, you'll revert your current form to finish the time.”

The sissy walked to the closet and removed the plugs from its spot on the shelf. She practically skipped the box over to her mistress, "whenever you're ready, Mistress.”

Mistress Venus nodded her head and told her to turn around. The sissy complied quickly as she was almost surprised to feel her mistress hands around her slowly peeling away her clothes. Her dress, her corset… no , it wasn’t a real corset, just a pink lingerie version of one… Her heels and stockings, her panties… and soon the only thing that she had on her was the cute little cage around her clitty.

Mistress Venus walked into the sissy's closet and came back with something in her hand… she stepped behind her, Mistress tied a bathrobe belt around her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. A second later she felt her mistress’ hands gripping her arm in leading her across the room at a quick pace. Next thing she knew, she was bent over the bed, her face turned sideways breathing heavily with excitement, her toes barely touching the floor. She heard the distinct sound of paper and plastic sliding together, she knew her mistress was picking out a plug. There was a delay, she was assuming it was Mistress applying the lube on the plug, and she was right. She felt the cold liquid on her rosebud and then a fresher, she felt herself loosened for her mistress, her ass seemed to stretch, the pressure increased, and then it started to tighten as she got past the widest point. She felt pressure in her chest as she realized she was growing breasts. She felt her ass expand under her mistress's hand. Something fell to the ground and hit her foot, she realized it was the chastity cage that had been around her small penis… a penis she no longer had… her hair grew out longer, she felt it actually flowing on her face.

Vanna helped her up and took off the blindfold. “How are you feeling?”

She didn't feel as submissive as she did, the fact that she was thinking of Vanna as ‘Vanna’ and not ‘Mistress Venus,’ was a clear sign of that. 

“Pretty good.” She looked down at herself, her breasts and ass were definitely bigger than they had been when she tried the first plug. And much like her first plug, the personality wasn't as kinky as the sissy. 

Once she looked at her mistress closely, the immediate thoughts that flooded her mind made her realize that she was definitely kinkier in her fantasies… not that she felt comfortable talking about it. 

Vanna ask the next question, which was a bit uncomfortable, “how is your arousal?”

"Uh… normal like guess… not that I have a lot of experience with this." being genetically female.

“Not too moist?”

She didn't like that word, she felt her cheeks blush, and she definitely was a little bit more… that word. “No not really, but to be honest, I don't really like that word, it's a bit too pornographic for my tastes.”

"What word? ‘Moist?’”

She let out a staggered breath as her arousal increased, "yeah… she was pretty sure her face and her chest were red at that point.”

"Oh please… moist is a perfectly fine word. It can describe a lot of things, ‘your laundry will be moist before it is damp,’ or ‘your meatloaf is moist.’

She didn't like that word at all, and her own naked vagina was dripping down her leg at this point. And vanna noticed with a laugh. Her only response to Vanna's laugh was "Ugh.”

"I'm sorry I'll stop. But I was thinking, we need to come up with a new name for you. Cale and Sissy do not work when you are an actual woman.”

Cale agreed with that, “maybe Callie?”

"I was thinking ‘Fuckdoll.’”

Cale sneered at that, “how about not…”

“Oh come on,” Vanna practically pouted, "be agreeable. Fuckdoll is a fine name. Just try saying it, I'm sure you'll love it." 

And the newly made girl tried it, "my name is Fuckdoll.” It did roll off her tongue pretty well. “Okay, my name is Fuckdoll. It does sound better when I say it. And I think I do love it."

Vanna laughed. It was intense and far more than a giggle. "Reset.”

And just like that, her arousal was gone, and she hated the name ‘Fuckdoll.’ “what was that?" 

If Vanna held up her hand as if to communicate that she needed a moment to stop laughing. It took a minute, “one of my biggest regrets about the other night, is that we never played with your triggers. I was determined to make sure that we were going to use them this time. Even if it was just to test them. First one is ‘moist,’ And your personality hates that word, and every time you hear it, it builds on your humiliation, and your arousal. Moist. Moist. Moist…” Vanna giggled as she watched Cale blush in embarrassment while still getting extremely aroused. “And the second one makes you accept anything said in the next 10 seconds as completely reasonable. And that phrase is agreeable… so I was thinking of just using lipstick to write the word ‘slut’ across your chest and send you to the grocery store completely naked.”

Cale looked back at her with some confusion. Clearly, there was supposed to be something wrong with what she just said, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. 

“Reset." 

And then Cale realized exactly what was wrong with it. "Oh that's freaky…”

“I know. I didn't want to do anything too mean to you. As you know, I was planning to keep you like this for over 14 hours before we unplug you, which means you'll be like this for until sometime in the early hours in the morning before you wake up Monday… if you don't trust me with your triggers, you know you can unplug yourself now. You'll be back to your normal self in a few minutes.”

She bit her lower lip in thought, "I trust you.” But there was another thought that was crossing her mind, if I'm staying like this for the next 14 hours… what happens if I have to go to the bathroom?" 

Vanna giggled, “don't worry about that, the plug prevents you from having to go, if you have a biological need, the plug absorbs all the extra matter transforming it into more nanotechnology giving you more charges to transform.”

Cale seemed very surprised, "that's actually… really efficient." 

“It is… now how about that name, do you want to stick with Callie for now?”

"I think I do.”

And with that, the two women stopped teasing each other and got into a more morning friendly ritual. They got dressed, technically Vanna was already dressed, but she was nice enough to help Callie get dressed." 

And Kelly got to see what it was like to spend a normal afternoon being like a girl. The thing that was strange is everything felt completely normal to her, she knew some of the stuff she was doing was completely new, but it felt just normal. She wondered if it was the plug altering her mind, making her a normal girl on some level. 

They went and had their nails done, and she was surprised at how easily she could use her fingers despite the length of her new nails, almost like she spent her teenage years with long nails like that. They went into a makeup store, and she seemed to know the colors that matched her skin well. The other day she had noticed that walking and heels was second nature to her, but she was almost surprised that when she went into a clothing store, she had a taste or style for certain types of clothing, and really had a feeling for what types of clothes matched. 

Her new Callie persona was a little bit more shy than her normal masculine personality. She found the topics of sex to be embarrassing. It didn't take long for Vanna to notice that, and was actually quite polite about not bringing it up too much in public… except for the one moment when she tried to get her to go into the sex store. Callie couldn't bring herself to go inside.

So she went into a candle store while Vanna went into the sex shop. Now the strange thing for Callie, was that she always hated candle shops because their scents were always so overwhelming. But she suddenly found herself loving it, she kept picking up different ones. Finding the scents were invigorating her. Some scents were more subtle than they used to be, and some were more overpowering. It was strange but she found some that she just had to buy… and she did. 

When they got back to Callie's place, they cooked dinner together, and ate in the dining room. They snuggled up on the couch for a couple of hours and then soon found it getting later. They went up to Cale's bedroom.

Callie was a bit embarrassed by the clutter… and how masculine the bedroom was. She knew she shouldn't be embarrassed by the masculinity, but she was. 

She apologized, but was immediately waved off, “I expect that stuff." And then they kissed. It was deep and sexual. "Tell me Callie, does a kiss like that make you…” her voice trailed off as she gave her a wink, "moist?”

Callie immediately blushed. "That's not fair, that word is so gross… But yes.”

Vanna slowly pushed Callie back onto the mattress. They shared a slow and tender kiss, Vanna teased her breast and then slowly moved her hand down into The waistline of her skirt and into her panties. 

Callie let out of gasp as she felt Vanna's hand on her swollen mound. 

“Moist… moist… moist…” Vanna slowly whispered between licks into Callie’s aroused ear. 

“Oh fuck, Vanna… you're making me so hot right now.”

Vanna pulled away slightly, her head hanging over Callie's with a wicked smile, “pet, what did you just call me?" 

A smile pulled across Callie's face that was just as excited as Vanna’s was wicked, "Mistress Venus… I'm sure that's what I said.”

With an amused scoff mistress Venus, “I'll give you the benefit of a doubt, pet… I must have misheard.”

They both giggled as their lips touched, And there was a new electricity in every kiss they shared. Their hands moved over one another's. Callie was odd at how sensitive her breasts were, especially her nipples. It was kind of normal to her, in her mind she was a girl, but she'd never experienced that before. And she was looking forward to experiencing so much more. 

"I think you will find it agreeable, that you will not cum until I tell you to." 

This time Callie seemed to know exactly what her mistress just did.

“That's not fair." 

"I'm sure you'll also find it agreeable, that my pussy has the most amazing flavor you ever had on your tongue.”

Callie giggled, “I don't know about that… I've tasted some amazing things… but I'm willing to take your challenge”

Mistress Venus laughed at her response as she spread her legs, "then give it a try.”

And Callie found herself tongue deep inside her mistress's pussy and second is… her eyes were wide with how much she loved the taste of her mistress. It was the most incredible thing she'd ever had on her tongue. It really, really was.

After her mistress's orgasm, it was time to switch places. But her mistress wanted her in a certain way, ass up face down. Callie complied with an air of impatient excitement. Then she felt her mistress slide that dexterous tongue along her slit… oh, it felt good… as stiff as her body got in that position, she did not want to slow down or interrupt what her mistress had going on… 

After a while her mistress had stopped, re-adjusting her by bending her over the bed, very much in a similar way that she had when her plug was put in… “I'm going to count to 10, pet… and when I reach 10… you are going to cum for me.”

Immediately she knew that her mistress could make her do it just by saying that, after all the previous command made it so that she could only cum when commanded to…  and reaching ten was the command.

Her mistress was on her knees behind her and started looking at her spread pussy lips. “One…” licked a little bit more, “two…” And she started laughing like a kitten at a plate of milk…

“Oh fuck… mistress!”

“Three…” She used a finger to slide inside and teased her pet's g-spot… "four…" whispered as she slid in the second finger, and listened as her pet moaned the staggering sound that she couldn't control from her own little mouth. “Five…” She intensified the thrusts of her fingers making sure to slap down on that pussy nice and hard making sure it echoed in the room.

“Six." She added a third finger but stopped using her tongue, her other hand gently played with her clit… it was such a contrast, the gentle playing with a clit, while her other hand was being so forceful and aggressive with her slit… her fuck hole. 

"Seven…” She had found the perfect rhythm and was holding it now, she could feel her pet squirming below her… “Eight you are almost there, pet. Do you want your first orgasm as a woman?" 

“Yes… so much! Yes, mistress." 

“Nine." the newly-made woman started to shake, her body was on the verge…. On the very edge of sinking into this mind-numbing oblivion of pleasure.

“Pet, I keep mixing things up here for you, you know most women can't come like this? Oh no… I forgot what number were on.”

"Nine mistress, you just said nine.”

"I think I was on one…”

Callie groaned in frustration. “Mistress.. you can't do that…" 

Callie woke up. It was way too early to wake up…wayyyy.  She turned around to see that Vanna was no longer there. there was a brief pout on her face. She subtly threw off the blankets, she hadn't really just how hot she was until just that moment.  She stretched almost like she was making snow angels in the bed, but doing a horrible job of leaving an impression.

She looked at the side of the bed and saw her phone, she picked it up and realized there wasn't a lot of power left… she clicked on the messages to see if Vanna had left her anything, nope. Took about 20 seconds to double check her social media to see if it was anything big, there wasn't.  So she plugged her phone back in…

But at that particular moment, she realized that her nipples were standing up, for as warm as she was 30 seconds ago, she was starting to get cold again. She wasn't used to that as a guy she was used to being warm for longer, maybe it was because her body was smaller? She wasn't sure.  She sat up and looked around and saw that Vanna had left a nightgown over the chair. She got up and walked over to it, holding it up and then looking at the mirror and holding it to her neck! It occurred to her. She never did that before, she giggled. And then she pulled it over her head and started making adjustments until it was straight, fitting perfectly.

Looking down at the chair she saw a little shoe box, she recognized it from the closet in the basement. She opened it and saw a pair of high heels, and she'd absolutely put them on her feet.  If it was like her other experiences, she wouldn't have any trouble walking in them, apparently her femmed-self was well trained. She put them on and found that it was very natural to walk in them, not that she was really that worried, and then found herself going into the bathroom to do her business. She didn't even realize that she sat to pee until she was standing up, it was all automatic for her.  

She took a couple of minutes to brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash. This was something a little different for her, when she was a man. She usually waited until after she was done with her shower before doing that… and now she was paranoid that somebody could smell her breath before she had a chance to take that shower. She had a chance to take that shower.  

She looked at the makeup, she was a little paranoid that she might need that, but realized that she really hadn't taken that shower, that would be a better time for that. It's way too early for makeup, especially since she wasn't working or going out. 

She made her way down the stairs effortlessly. It was a small part of her that was afraid that she might misstep or fall because of the high heels, but it was too much second nature for her. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Vanna sitting back on the couch and playing with her cell phone with the television playing in the background.  

She took a couple steps, “good morning." 

Vanna looked up at her, a smile across from your face as she saw that Callie was wearing the nightgown she had left out. "You look hot in that. But I imagine it's not that warm, you should probably grab that big black bathrobe in the downstairs bathroom.”

Callie nodded her head with a smile, and diverted herself to the bathroom and put on the warm bathrobe. She returned Vanna who was already standing. She reached out with both of her hands and grabbed the edges of the bathrobe and squished them into her fists as she pulled Callie closer and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Callie, neither protested nor fought the advance, in fact, she kind of reciprocated with a little bit of tongue. And the two women stuck back giggling. 

Vanna, being the woman that she was, took the lead, “let's make breakfast." 

"Okay…”

Upon opening the refrigerator, Callie learned that Vanna had already been out. There were things in the refrigerator that weren't there the previous night. 

They were apparently making crepes… though that wasn't immediately apparent as Vanna called them, ‘’creps,’’ and was refusing to call them ‘’craypes,’’ since her mother was apparently French. 

There was a selection of fruits, and it was up to Callie to start chopping and dicing them up, while vana spent time playing with the mix. Soon. She was pouring it into a pan, and making extremely flat pancakes. They mixed fruit into a little sour cream and sugar mix, and then rolled up the crepes. Once I had enough of them, they were able to enjoy their breakfast and still have plenty of leftovers for the next couple of days… for both of them too if Vanna took some home. 

Callie was surprised at how quickly she became full. As a man, she was able to eat, eat at least double what she was able to eat that morning. Though she did not feel herself until she was feeling too full, which he always did as a man.  

After relaxing for a little bit, Vanna led the way to the sub-basement and they picked out an outfit for Callie to wear.

As one would imagine, Vanna did not make this easy for Callie.  Every time there was something to wear, Vanna insisted on helping her into it.  A stroke across her thigh here, or a gentle caress across her abdomen there. Cupping her breasts right there… or sliding her finger up the inside of her thigh and never letting go of contact until she was going down the other legs inner thigh.  Helping her pull up her skirt, of course you would give Callie's ass a good squeeze.  

And that it was time to go and Callie was debating the merits of changing her panties, she really didn't want to go out with such moist levels… fuck, how she hated that word, but it was the most accurate in that particular moment.

Vanna grabbed the keys to Kelly's car, “I'm sure you're agreeable to me driving?" 

Instead of protesting, she simply smiled, "of course, be my guest.” And she giggled.

They went out for a little walk along a hiking trail, and they found themselves in the woods.  Vanna was such a tease on that little trail, always find an excuse to touch Callie sensually. Always holding her close, sneaking in a kiss… finding a way to slide a hand in somewhere very inappropriate. All Kelly could really do, was giggle and roll with it… She did like it after all. 

Kelly leaned up against its very small tree, she was trying to take a picture of a beautiful tree with its foliage.  And then she felt a hand snaking under her shirt from behind, she immediately knew it was Vanna. And she giggled as the hand went down into her skirt, down into her panties, and down into her very moist slit… as Vanna was able to confirm verbally. 

“I love it when you're moist like this." 

She blushed up the word. "Thanks, I think…”

“Oh darling, the things I want to do to you tonight." 

Kelly bit her lip seductively, "are you going to make me call you, ‘Mistress?’” She turned around and faced Vanna, this time it was Callie's hand. That was teasing the top of Vanna's yoga pants. Easing in, feeling, stroking, caressing… and then there was a noise. 

Kelly pulled her hand out very quickly, just in time. Two runners came from around a bend and started running along the road. Both quickly said “hey!" with a friendly cantor. 

That's when the two young women looked at each other and started giggling at almost getting caught. They eventually found their way to the end of the path, and went back until they were at the parking lot where they drove off to a nice little dinner.

The dinner was simple, mostly just veggies, something that kale normally wouldn't like, but found that she was very agreeable with Vanna when she said that it might be a great idea for a meal. 

They got back to Kelly's place a little after dark. They made out for a little bit, but ended up listening to some music and dancing for a little while before snuggling up in front of the television.  Vanna on the other hand, wasn't going to let that be the end of their night, and excuse herself to slip into something ‘less comfortable.’

Kelly had hoped that ‘less comfortable’ meant dominatrix clothes, she was not disappointed. And of course, her sexy dominatrix helped her get into something a little less comfortable as well. 

For hours, Vanna became Mistress and the two explored that dynamic very intensely before finally slipping off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. 

Kelly woke up just before six in the morning.  She was a little nervous since she still had breasts, they thought they had perfectly planned that out. 

She got up and peed, and then she started to brush her teeth, she changed back into kale before she was done brushing her teeth. She walked into the kitchen just in time to see Vanna pouring herself a cup of coffee, fully dressed and ready to leave.  

“It's been fun, I'll see you soon." 

"Wait…”

She stopped to look at him, "what's up, hun?”

"What exactly is our relationship?”

Vanna put the cup of coffee down as if weighing her words, “like this, just friends. I told you before, I'm not attracted to men. If you're a sissy, you’re entertainment. And when you're a girl, you're my lover.”

"So that's it?”

She shrugged her shoulder, "for now, yes. I'm not making you promises though… but we'll see where it goes.”

The End?

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