Sissy Cunt’s Transformation- part 3

Chapter 6

Adam must have given a satisfactory report to Dr. Pain as he never returned that night. As it turned out, I never saw him again as the following morning, Eric was the first and only person to enter the room.

Good morning Sissy. Wow. What a change. You are the first time I’ve seen a finished product from here. Dr. Pain sure knows his work. You look beautiful, even with a cock hanging between your legs. But then, I am bi, as you know. He walked around me a few times, taking liberties with my breasts as he seemed awed by their massiveness. That cage doesn’t look very comfortable. Did the doc live up to his name? That and more Eric. It’s a wonder I didn’t lose my sanity.

You are in luck, Sissy. You get to ride in the front on the return trip as Mistress Evil has a coming out party planned for you tonight and wants you nice and fresh for her guests. You do get to wrap those luscious lips around me for a while though. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t tell I made you do it. I do get involved in your discipline and can always get you back.

Have no fear, Eric. What;s one more cock to suck after what happened here.

Well, let’s move along. You will need to be prepped for your role in tonight’s festivities when we get back.

Arriving at Mistress’ home, I never laid eyes on Mistress Evil. Eric told me she was busy guiding her staff and extra hired help with tonight’s preparations. Eric led me to the dungeon as his job was to ready me and the dungeon for tonight’s guests. The first thing I saw was the placement of Mistress’ favorite toy in the middle of the room. Obviously it had been fixed while I was away. Eric led me over to it and immediately spread my legs to line up with two rings bolted to the floor, about four feet apart, on either side of the monstrous dildo. Cuffs were attached to my ankles and secured to the rings with padlocks (like I was about to go anywhere). Next he put cuffs on my arms. Oddly they were attached above the elbow. I soon found out why. As Eric attached the cuffs to rings on poles at my side, my forearms and hands had freedom of movement. That’s so you can fondle the balls below the cocks you will get to suck tonight, Eric said. As a side benefit, you can even scratch your nose if need be, he laughed. He next picked up the remote for the dildo and began raising it, just as it reached my rosebud, he stopped,

adjusted my position slightly, stopped it again, made another adjustment to my position, and started it’s rise once more. With no lubrication, it lifted me to my tiptoes before finally entering with a pop. I was screaming as the largest size adapter had been screwed on the end. Never before had anything that large around been forced up my ass. I screamed, and cried and became drenched in the sweat pouring from my body. Finally I passed out. Eric slapped me back to awareness. I’ll need to tell Mistress you need a dose of medications for tonight. I can’t play with this, he said. All keys except up and down are locked. Good thing, for you anyways. Have you noticed the little platforms both in front of you and in back?Eric grabbed another remote and a three foot by three foot section of the floor began to rise, with Eric standing on it. Your tormentors will be able to raise themselves to any height to bring their cocks up to your ass or mouth. Mistress had them specially installed in time for tonight. Lucky you. Naturally, the dildo retracts in to the floor when total, unobstructed access to your body is desired.

Next, Eric took out 10 metal plates about ½ inch by two inches long and taped them to the tops of my ten fingers and thumbs. This made bending my fingers impossible. He then taped a three inch long wooden match to the underside of each finger. Had you forgotten you would act as a cigarette lighter for Mistress’ parties?, he asked.

Yes, I had was my response as tears welled up in my eyes. I was not to get even one day, upon my return, of rest. Maybe that’s why they rushed to send me home on a Saturday. Eric next set up a small table off to the side. Among other things I saw him put a box of candles, a handful of pencil torches and an assortment of clamps to be used on my body. Many items I did not recognize but felt sure I’d rather not know their potential uses. My duties tonight are to assist guests with these items, refill them as needed, replace your matches as they are used up, and insure you always have fresh lipstick on. You have been entered in a couple of contests tonight. One involves you and some of the other slaves attending. One Dom has a 14 inch cock. Each slave gets a different color lipstick and the color that goes furthest down his cock wins the contest. Mistress gets very angry if her slave comes in any worse than 2^nd.. I’m off to dinner now. I’m told some of Mistress’ guests will personally feed you tonight. Whatever that means. Eric was laughing loudly as he exited.

It seemed like hours before Mistress Evil entered and walked over to me. She spent nearly five minutes circling around me, inspecting, probing and even opening my mouth to see the rubber teeth.. Please, Sissy Cunt, address me and say hello. I wish to hear your new voice.

Good evening, Mistress Evil, and hello I said. Very nice Sissy. From what I’ve seen

my investment was worth what it cost. You truly look like a trailer trash slut with a cock and balls hanging useless between your legs. Just what I dreamed of. Tonight we will find out for sure. If you know what’s good for you, you will do nothing tonight to embarrass me in front of my guests. Many of tonight’s guests are prospective clients prepared to spend serious dollars in the future to be able to spend time alone with you. Tonight is a free demonstration of the versatility you represent since your transformation and a re-affirmation of your ability to endure serious amounts of abuse. Some fellow doms are attending with their slaves as you alone could not keep everyone happy at once. They are mostly men, but a couple of women and actually four couples are on the guest list. Some woman, probably closet lesbians, do enjoy a sissy occasionally. Especially a well trained submissive one. “NO” is not in your vocabulary of course, but especially so tonight. If you should embarrass me you might not live to see morning, as I will put new meaning in the word torture.

I will not be back down for an hour or so. I find the evening goes best if I wait till all my guests have arrived and introduce them to you all at once. Mistress Evil picked up the remote and activated the up and down motion. I screamed as a 3 inch diameter dildo began a constant pounding of my ass. Eric will be down to turn it off about five minutes before I return. We can’t have you screaming before my guests even get a chance to torment you. She smiled and walked out.

I was still moaning loudly when Eric turned the dildo off. Shortly, Mistress Evil entered followed by 25 or 30 other people. More if you counted the 7 or 8 slaves that came in on their knees. Most looked to be 40-60 years old and wore leather or other attire suitable for the party they were attending. All the slaves had multiple piercings, Multiple clamps on sensitive parts of their bodies and all had butt plugs of some kind. One of the female slaves was plugged in all three holes. Mistress walked over and slapped me hard. “Can you believe the insolence of some slaves? Sissy Cunt, I I have named her had the audacity to have her head high and was ogling my guests. She is off to a bad start for her return from surgery”, Mistress Evil said.

Please, everyone gather round while I explain some of the adjustments I have made to what once was a virile young man. When I met Sissy Cunt, a name I bestowed upon her, she called herself Melanie. Melanie is too good a name for a sub-human excuse for a man who like to wear dresses. We met in a BDSM bar and I took her home for a couple of hour test. “Melanie” was especially enthused about serving a woman, as she detested gay activities. Knowing this I did not reveal my true self that first night and hooked her. The next day she willingly signed her life over to me. I immediately fucked her, of course, and her life has deteriorated ever since. A few people clapped at her

description of my being tricked into voluntary submission. After a week of intense training, it was sent away to be transformed in to the slave you see before you at a cost of nearly $100,000. A couple of gasps could be heard. You all have been given a pamphlet describing the many benefits her adjustments provide and the rates I charge should any of you desire to partake of her many talents. But tonight you are my guests. You may partake of Sissy or any of the other slaves in attendance. Please speak with a slaves owner first as different slaves are not available for all scenarios. We will dine before having any fun, but first I’ll tell you some of Sissy Cunt’s finer points.

All of it’s hair has been chemically removed and will never grow back. This is especially helpful with her wigs. Industrial strength Velcro prevents the embarrassment of the wig coming off at the wrong moment. And it is easy, though painful to change the wig. All make-up is permanently stained on and fresh lipstick will be added by Eric to enhance the feelings her luscious lips provide. She has seven large loops in each ear and numerous others over her body. They have been tested and hold very much weight should you decide to test them out. A collection of weights are on the table with numerous other items for tormenting the slave. You can of course use any of the implements hanging around the room. Her larynx has been altered to provide a pleasing feminine voice. She will only speak to answer a direct question or if asked to do so. Her waist has…….. excuse me please and she turned and slapped me hard. Stop moaning so my guests can hear what I say, cunt. Now, where was I. Oh, yes. Her waist has been reduced from an original 25 inches to a more eye appealing 13 inches for a vertical length of seven inches. Quite uncomfortable and makes breathing deeply very hard.

Her feet were surgically changed from a man’s 9 to a woman’s 7. and narrowed to a point to fit these stilettos. When removed she is unable to walk, can only crawl around. And finally, her cock. As it is never allowed to cum, I had the cage welded in place. It prevents an erection because of the sharp spikes lining the inside. It does make cock torture more difficult, but manageable. The balls hang free and much more pain can be produced through them anyways.

My slave will serve as both a cigarette lighter and ashtray for those that smoke. Let me demonstrate how useful she can be. Removing a cigarette from her pocket and taking up the match box, Mistress Evil took the slave’s index finger, showed everyone the match attached, and struck the side of the box. Sternly holding sissy’s wrist, she slowly moved the flame to the tip of her cigarette. No need to hurry as the match will stay lit for nearly a minute. Obviously the slave screams until it goes out. There are ashtrays but

please feel free to deposit ashes in her mouth. And don’t forget the best part. All smokes must be stubbed out on Sissy’s body. If you should make use of an ashtray, please have the slave lick it clean as frequently as possible. Despite the fact that I smoke, the smell of stale tobacco products repulses me. Please do not feed the slave the butts because of long term health hazards. I brought a dirty ashtray down. Notice they are all shallow, allowing the slave’s tongue full access. This is a first for her. The job was someone elses before tonight. Here Sissy Cunt. Clean it. I immediately put my tongue on the disgusting mess and started to lick, remembering her previous threat. It reeked, tasted horrible and I had to fight the urge to vomit. It looked like many days worth of ashes and the bottom had ground in yuck stuck to it. Five minutes later I handed a clean ashtray back without so much as a thank you. For you cigar smokers, I would like to be present when you stub them out. Slave’s screams are fantastic under the pressure of a thick cigar’s tip.

Mistress Evil took this time to show the operation of the elevator platforms and informed the guests I was fully toilet trained and had not eaten anything all day. She also pointed out my soft rubber teeth to alleviate any fears of being bitten if the slave should receive torment while orally servicing someone’s cock.

One last thing and we’ll eat. Sissy Cunt is impaled on a four inch dido. You may use this remote to force it up and down, vibrate or even spin. Suddenly I jumped to my tiptoes and screamed. This button of course shocks her, not unlike a cops taser. It is quite powerful.

Please, go help yourself to the buffet. I’m sorry, but a sit down meal wasn’t practical for so many. With lobster, king crab, prime rib and crown lamb chops for choices I trust you won’t mind. There is a bar in the next room with plenty of tables and chairs. The fun begins after we eat.

Chapter 8

One of the dom’s was the first to wander back in to the dungeon with a female slave in tow. He stepped on the platform and raised it to a cock/mouth level. I opened my mouth but did nothing as usually the master wishes to totally control the situation. Without even looking at his slave, he simply said “tongue, ass and the slave spread her masters’ cheeks and buried her face between them. And what are you waiting for Sissy. Get those red lips wrapped around my cock and suck me dry. Use your hands too. I hope you know what to do with them. I enthusiastically went at him, feeling his long cock strike the back of my throat and start to deep throat me. One hand was on the base of his cock and the other gently massage his balls. Shortly he tensed up, withdrew, and came all over my face. Now anyone seeing you will see my seed dripping off your face as they come to abuse you. He laughed, let loose a fart in his slave’s face, and lowered the platform.

I saw two dom’s talking and the next thing I new their respective male slaves were on their knees, back to back, with a large dildo connecting them. They stayed still, probably as told, and soon had the each others master’s cocks in their mouth. The two masters got a nice rhythm going and soon both slaves were being fucked vigorously in both holes. The slaves didn’t look like they were enjoying the pounding. A small group of guests was watching with big smiles on their faces.

A guest approached and informed me he would be my first customer on Monday night. That means you get Monday off, I’m told, so you are totally ready and not already worn out. Mistress told me that I was going to be the first customer in your new life as her slave, I could leave my mark on you tonight to insure I was being entertained by the same slave on Monday. Nice touch, eh. Picking up a pencil torch he lit it. Obviously he was familiar with the tool. At that point I let out a scream that even attracted the few

people still in the bar area. My tormentor was very slowly burning a letter “S” into my left breast, just above the nipple. He turned and proudly told his audience the “S” was for sadist, of course. Thank you Sissy. I’ll see you Monday at eight and we can have some serious fun.

Another dom walked over with his slave. The slave carried a plate his master called our dinner. He told his slave to cut the still warm, long turd in to three equal parts and to

eat one of them. This accomplished the slave was instructed to feed me the second part. He was then instructed to put the third piece in his mouth. You will now kiss Sissy and the two of you will pass your dinner back and forth until instructed to stop. In short fashion we both had streams of brown liquid dripping down our chins and spreading out from there. Suddenly, I screamed out and shit spurted out, all over his slave. His master had buried the tip of his cigar in my balls and I lost control. Some in the group were seeing toilet games for the first time I guess, and a couple of the guys were stroking there cocks. Please, please, Mistress Evil said. We have slaves free to do that. And a couple were called over, knelt down and used there mouths as instructed. I was told to use my mouth to clean up the mess I made. Quite a few of the guests applauded at the entire scene.

Another guest approached me with two large and very heavy locking pliers. He adjusted them to the point where, when closed, the tips were about 1/16^th of an inch apart, and clamped one down on each of my nipples and just let them fall. They were tight enough to hold despite their heavy weight and put tremendous strain on my nipples causing a strong moan to escape my lips. He wasn’t finished though. He added heavy weights to every ring on my body. I’m glad I couldn’t see myself as it must have been quite a site. There was no seeing out of one eye because the weights on the brow brought it down so much. The weights on my ears hung down so far they nearly touched my shoulders. And the weights attached to my lip held it wide open and distended to one side. Pictures were taken and Mistress Evil even ran her video recorder to get all the distortion and screaming into her permanent archives.

OK guests. We have a couple of contests for our slaves to wrap up the evening. Eric. Will you take Sissy’s weights off so she can participate please. Master Dave here has a very large tool. Believe me, He’s had my ass and he knows how to use it. Fourteen

inches of manhood. Our 8 slaves are going to be given a different shade of lipstick each. The slave that gets it’s color furthest down his cock wins. Wins what? Well to start with, $1000 from each of the losing masters, paid of course to their master, not them. I pity the slaves of the losers when they get home. The winning slave gets a blow job from the slave of his choice. If one of the girl slaves wins, she has the option to choose how she would like to get off. My slave unfortunately has to get some other treat from me as he can’t cum with his permanent cage. People really got in to it, cheering on the girls most as there were only two of them. I came in third, which didn’t seem to upset my Mistress too much, as I had been through a lot. My shit eating partner ended up winning. Boy, could he ever deep throat. Maybe he is gay and an old hand at it.

Our next contest revolved around pain endurance, and only included the six males. The girls could sit this one out, We would have a contest based on weights attached to our ball sacks. Just like my test the first night. Mistress Evil was sly. She new that I was good at this, but I would be handicapped by the pain in my nuts from the earlier cigar. She had bragged about my stamina in the past. The winning owner would again get $1000 from the losers. The same reward for the winning slave as last time.

Mistress Evil came over and whispered in my ear “you have a four hour training session with me on tap tomorrow. If you win, you will only have to do your household chores tomorrow and Monday. Otherwise you will have free time till your client comes in at 8PM. How’s that for an incentive. I was afraid to speak without permission and just smiled and nodded my head.

None of us had been medicated to stay alert in anticipation of this contest. Identical straps with brass hooks were attached around the ball sack of each slave. One dom suggested we immediately add ten pounds to each hook and go on from there, to speed things up. This was of course done by each owner in short order. This produced loud groans in five of us and a slight scream from the 6^th . He was unconscious at 25 pounds. Quickly revived by his master, he passed out again from a kick in the balls for embarrassing him. At thirty pounds we lost two more slaves, whose owners were a good deal more sympathetic and hadn’t finished in last place. Three of us were left. We lost shit mouth at thirty two pounds. It was down to me and a muscle bound blond that really looked the part of a stud. At thirty five pounds both of our heads dropped, but I slowly lifted mine back up and smiled at my owner. And, amazingly she smiled back at me and came over and gave me a big kiss. I had won, for her and for me. Nearly two full days off to recover from the party and find out what it was going to be like to be in the hands

of a man who paid a lot of money for the right to torture me for four hours. Just how my life turns out will be the basis for my next story.

THE END

but to be continued