slavery

[Renee]

My name is Renee and I'm she-male. Of course, I wish I was female,
and that is my fantasy, which means I wish I had a fully functioning
vagina, etc. Of course my fantasy doesn't just stop there. I am very
submissive and like belonging to someone in a master/slave scenerio.
Pain and torture should be part of any discipline treatment as long as
it doesn't result in scarring, desmemberment, or other permanent
damage although there might be exceptions. My need for absolute
bondage, domination, humilation and degradation is pretty great. I
love to suck and I am a butt slut. There are a lot of scenerios that
I would like to play out. Let's start with one.

In this scenerio, I make contact with an anonymous master via the
internet who gives me instructions to follow. I am to meet him and
perhaps other participates for a session in his dungeon that I've
never been to. According to the instructions given, I'm to drive to a
warehouse in an industrial section of the city. I'm to park behind
the building and enter through a back door of a dark building. There
isn't a soul in sight. My instructions are specific. There won't be
anyone to meet me. I'm to enter by the back door, and prepare myself,
then wait for the master. I follow the instructions to the letter.

Once I enter by the back door, I've been told in my instructions to
strip of my clothes, and enter a door on the right which leads to the
dungeon. I've been told that once I enter the dungeon door, it will
lock behind me when I close it firmly and there will be no turning
back at that point since the door can't be opened from the inside. I
do as I'm instructed. I strip with nervous anticipation. Goose bumps
pop up all over by smooth, hairless body. I leave my street clothes,
with wallet, keys and all references to my street identity on the
floor. I take a step towards the dungeon door. I put my handle on
the handle and think, "this is it, there is no turning back, is this
really what I want?" My answer is YES.

I open the door to the dungeon and peek inside. As anticipated, there
is no one waiting for me. I enter and close the door firmly behind
me. The room is dark except for a single dim lightbulb in the
ceiling. The walls are dark, and there is one wall close to the light
with a full length mirror. According to my instructions, I am to put
on what had been laid out for me. I see a pair of pink panties and
matching bra, along with it is a tube of lipstick, and a pair of
falsies. I slip on the panties over my shriveled genitals. I also
slip on the bra and insert the falsies. I check how I look in the
mirror. The ensemble goes well with my slender figure. I generously
apply the lipstick provided for me. I have a feeling of what I will
be doing and will need the lipstick to keep my lips from getting
chapped. I'm looking forward to a full weekend of fun.

Per my instructions, I approach the far wall that is in shadow. My
instructions tell me that there should be some bondage equipment that
I'm supposed to put on. I see a cushioned bench on the floor against
the wall. There are more cushions on the floor by the bench. I see a
collar and handcuffs attached to a chain, and the chain is attached to
the base of the wall on the other side of the bench. I have to kneel
on the cushion in front of the bench and lean over then bench to
attach the collar around my neck. It clicks into place firmly. There
is a lock on it which takes a key to open. I can't open it myself.
I'm now in a kneeling position over this bench with my buttocks facing
the door I came in. There is enough play in the handcuffs so that I
can put them on myself. The collar and handcuffs are padded but are
strong enough that there is no way that I could break out. I'm locked
in and cuffed. There is no escape.

I wait and try to relax. I'm still covered in goose bumps and shiver
with excitement. I take a deep breath and relax my chest against the
cushioned top of the bench. I wait for what seems like a long time.
I test my bonds, and a realization seeps into my conscience. There is
really no way for me to get out of this even if I wanted to. I'm
wholly at the dispostion to whomever comes into the dungeon. I'm
excited, nervious and perhaps a little scared. I've role played
before but never to this extreme. In the past, there's always been a
safeword, a way out, but this is more serious. It's a level that I've
prepared myself for and have longed for.

<you could insert the rest here and come up with a different ending,
but at least read the rest>


At last, I hear the door open behind me. Because of my collar
attached to the wall, I'm unable to turn around to see who is behind
me. Someone enters the room. I hear a voice, say "My my my what do we
have here?". I stammer a response in a shaky voice, "I'm here to
serve you in anyway I can. I hope I am up to the level of your
expectations" I hear a chuckle of someone who is approaching me from
behind. A hand starts to stroke the pink panties that cover by ass.
The person asks, "what exactly did you expect to happen?". I
respond, "I'll do whatever you demand of me". The voice says, "Oh
really, well you might say that now, but maybe you won't be so willing
once we get started". I respond, "No, I was made to be a slave, this
is where I belong, I need to be your female slut."

The voice continues, "that is exactly what you will be for me, you
will be nothing more that a slut that I can use and trade around. Do
you like being attached to the wall?". I respond, "Yes, thank you,
thank you, for accepting me into your dungeon. I will prove to you my
gratitude". The voice responds, "yes, you will have your
opportunity, but lets first get the rules straight. Did you tell
anyone you were coming here?". I respond, "No, per your
instructions, I told no one. I have the whole weekend free; no one
expects me anywhere this weekend. I just need to be back early Sunday
night to get ready for work Monday"

The voice hardens and responds, "you don't dictate when you can
leave. When you entered this dungeon you accepted to be my slut.
Period. I keep you as long as I want." I'm liking this more and
more. I can tell that this guy is the firm master I've been looking
for, but there is still more that I need to know. "Yes", I respond,
"as you wish, I will be your slave forever if you'll accept me." I
continue, "Please, I humbly beg of you, could I please suck your
cock?" I'm asking because I really want to see if this guy's cock is
as big as he bragged about in his emails.

The voice continues, "Not yet, I'm going to take your front teeth out
first, I don't want any stones rubbing against my dick. I like smooth
action". I'm shocked into silence. He didn't really say that did
he? "What?!" I exclame. The hand that's been stroking my ass slaps
my rump. "You don't speak unless I ask you a question!" "Yes, sir",
I reply quickly. My heart is beating rapidly. Then the voice
continues, "Oh yeah, don't worry, I'll put you to sleep first; it's
easier to pull them out if you're not squirming and screaming". Now,
I'm scared, "but I need to get back on Sunday!". I feel a large hand
grab my testicles and the wind is squeezed out of me. "You're going
to learn not to talk back to me bitch!".

I gasp for breath. My head is reeling. I'm stunned. The voice
continues, "Oh, you just thought this was going to be a weekend
honeymoon didn't you?" "No baby, I told you what I was going to do
with you and it is not just a fantasy. You might have thought we were
going to do a lot of pretending but I was staight with you from the
beginning. When I said I was going to make you my female sex slave, I
was serious. You're going to be a cunt, not just for this weekend,
but for as long as I want! Here, just in case you didn't get it the
first time, I'll repeat some of what I said in my emails. If I forgot
a few details, so what? I'll make up for it now. First of all, your
ass belongs to me, and believe me I'm going to do what I want with
it. Your front teeth are coming out, and I'm going to take a lot of
pleasure fucking your soft little mouth. I've got contacts. You
wanted to be a sex slave, well you're going to get what you wanted!
When I'm done breaking you in, I'm going to sell you to my contacts
overseas. Your life as you once knew it is over. You want to be
female, great, you're going to be. I'm going to plug you full of
hormones". While the voice is talking to me, the hand remains firmly
on my genitals, the blood is pounding in my ears. I'm gasping for
air.

The voice continues, hard and low, "you want to be a bitch, I'm going
to make you a bitch, you're going to be a bitch for the rest of your
life. Say goodbye to that little cock and balls of yours. You won't
be needing them anymore, not that they were of any use on a girl like
you anyways. No, in order to make you more sellable, I need you to be
a bit more girly. I know someone in the medical field who can take
care of that little 'problem' of yours. We'll take your cock and
balls off and leave you with a little hole for us to play with. It'll
be just like a little cunt. Yeah, and if, after a few months, the
hormones haven't made your tits grow out enough, I know someone to
plug some implants in you. "

At this point, I don't know how to respond. This guy sounds dead
serious, or is he just really playing his role well? Whatever the
case is, I can't help myself, I'm really liking it. I decide to play
my role too. In a shaky voice, I dare to respond, "Y-yes, this sounds
too good to be true. I've always thought I should have been born a
girl, thank you so much, i promise I'll cooperate, I will love your
penis everyday. I can't wait to get my lips around it and to feel it
thrust up my ass. I brought the money I promised you, and there will
be more. Thank you so much, i'm so grateful to belong to such a
forceful master".

"Hmmm", says the voice, "good girl, that's a good attitude, but you
aint seen nothing yet". The hand removes itself from my genitals and
I hear the guy get up. I don't know what he is doing, but it sounds
like he's rummaging around. He returns and leans over me. "Relax,
and breath deeply" he says, "everything will be like it should be,
just breath deeply". I feel something placed over by face. It's like
a mask with air blowing out of it. I breath deeply and lapse into
darkness.

When I come to my senses, I don't know how much time has passed. I
have a pounding headache and an ache in my jaw. I try to move and
discover that my legs are bound together and my arms are bound to my
side. I'm in a sitting position and it feels like I'm tied to some
kind of a recliner. My position is comfortable, but I have this pain
in my mouth. I'm disorientated and simply make some gasping noises.
My mouth is so dry; I try to lick my lips. As I pass my tongue over
my teeth, I feel gaps. My hearth starts thumping. I'm wide awake
now. I carefully move my tongue around my mouth. He wasn't kidding.
All of my front teeth both up and down are missing. I sit there
stunned, staring into the darkened room, thinking to myself, what the
hell did I really get myself into?

A thousand thoughts pass through my head. I think of my cat, my
appartment, my car, my job, all those things that I'm so attached to.
Is my old life really over? I'm exhausted. It's a little too much
to think about at the moment. I try to relax. The master's words
pass once again through my head, hitting me like a sledgehammer, and I
get an image of what it will be like having a big, hard cock squirting
into my soft toothless mouth. I can't help it; my pulse quickens and
despite myself, I feel like that is exactly the way it should be.

[son...@aol.com]

You really turned me on!! Made me feel like being a Master,
instead of a slave, for a change!! i'd like to be YOUR Master! In
reality!

jack