After my chastity training with Mistress Alexa

Mistress Alexa

You asked me to write you and describe my orgasm last night. I have always masturbated regularly most of my life, very often daily.

When I first spoke to you and you told me to use the candles and stroke myself 5 times daily without having an orgasm, i thought it would be impossible. But, knowing that I need a mistress, I told myself I would obey your every demand to the fullest degree. The first day was a new sensation, 5 times the first day, getting so close and having to quit. The part that excited me the most was knowing I was owned by you and I had no choice but to do as told.

The second day was rough, my mind trying to convince me that this wasn’t what I wanted, what i wanted was to have an orgasm, but, when i went to the next town and bought the panties, i realized I was under your control.

The third day, putting on the panties in the morning, doing my daily exercise, I wanted to be your slave. Wearing them under my jeans on the farm, all the other men working around me, i felt ashamed and aroused, but, it was worth it knowing i was pleasing you. I was worried someone was going to notice that i had a hard on most of the work day.

When we spoke the third night, I was so happy to hear your voice. Deep inside i was hoping you would let me cum, but, i assumed i would not be allowed to. As i knelt in my bedroom with my candle and closed my eyes and saw you holding me as i was used, i knew how much you loved me, you knew what was best. I was so hard, 3 days of no release, i could barely touch myself. When you told me i could cum while watching you getting serviced a rush filled my body. I almost didn’t feel worthy but at the same time i wanted you to see what i had saved for you.

i knew i didn’t deserve to be inside you, but, i knew you would be so pleased to see how much i came. as i watched and stroked i couldn’t hold back, the cum covered my thigh. large amounts fell on my leg, the warmth spread throughout my body and the warmth on my leg was like a gift to you. now as i shower and wash my pussy i can actually feel it getting looser, more accustomed to being used. I hope i’ve pleased you with this letter and that i can please you more often.

Your slave

Keyword: Chastity Training

Life Changes

As I write this, i am beginning to fear where this all may go. Alexa has taken control of everything. First it was simply the chastity device, effectively emasculating me. The more i tried to make her happy, the more she would ask of me, constantly dangling the prospect of possible freedom in front of me, only to be ultimately denied. I should have known early on, but i was smitten, infatuated even so i tried even harder. Only to be continuously denied. That was only 2 months ago, but in that time she has changed my life completely. I no longer think of myself as a person, no, i have become little more than property, to be used, humiliated, merely for her amusement and entertainment. I could not be happier though, as she has taught me that i never was a man and that continuing to try was an insult to everyone that i know.

She keeps promising me that one day, she “may” release me from my tiny but impervious prison, but I know that this is not what she truly wants. No, she needs me wanting, hoping, constantly on edge in the hopes that maybe… one day.

Sissy D

Injured Dick in Chastity

Now I had to get the nasty image of my wife splayed open on our bed as I sat, restrained, 4 feet away- watching her get pummeled by strange — and better — cock, my meatlocker holding my nubdick tightly — out of my mind!! So I went to the den to watch some baseball. I had a couple cocktails and dozed off in the 5th inning and awoke around 11:30 when the front door slammed. I ventured out to the living room and was greeted by my tipsy wife. Her hair a-jumble, nipples stiff against her torn blouse, lipstick smeared and her panties visible–hanging out of her purse. As she opened her mouth-no doubt to give me some sort of explanation–I was surprised at the words she had chosen for this. “I haven’t sucked that much cock in a LONNNGGG time!”–she stammered proudly. I was aghast and stood with my mouth open as she began relating her ‘apology’:

“We were shooting pool and the guys bought me a few drinks and felt me up and it was all just in fun. Next thing I knew, I was bent over the pool table and held down and had a nice dick rammed up my cunt–oh babe, it was so fucking hot! It turned me on immensely and I started offering blow-jobs and then–!
“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!”, I screamed.
“I’m saying that I got fucking pounded by HARD dick, you pathetic eunuch! come here!!”
I did as ordered and watched as she took a key from her purse, tugged my panties down and freed my cock from its recent incarceration. “You’ll get hard and be ready to fuck in 15 minutes or I’ll find more men tomorrow–and YOU WILL WATCH!”
I could hardly believe what she had been telling me. as I brought my eyes up to meet hers, she began grinning and I saw that she was staring at my downed panties–and my rising cock.
“You little slut”, she sneered, “your clitty is swelling! You like this!”–maybe, but it was ending right now, since I was getting a hard-on, right? She reached out and lightly stroked my turgid meat—-“mmmmmm”, was all she said. In seconds I was on the verge of exploding but she wasn’t ready to allow that and told me to kneel and get the strangers out of her cunt.

teased, tormented, denied…

Hello Mistress,

I realize that i haven’t called in a while but I haven’t stopped thinking of you. Lately, i have been fantasizing about you taking away my ability to orgasm. Well, not so much the ability to orgasm, but taking away my ability to have any pleasure other than yours. In this fantasy, I am locked in a chastity device for an indeterminate length of time, with only you as the one with the ability to remove it. I am teased, tormented, denied, for periods far longer than I have ever gone before. I don’t know where this could lead, and that is the thrill of it, not knowing. I just wanted to share with you. I hope life is beautiful and good for you and that I may have a chance to speak with you soon.

Wedding Day for the Chastity Slave

Chapter One: Wedding Day at the Salon

Ever since my bridal shower my penis has been locked away in a chastity belt. After a month of intense feminization and endless teasing. Alexa wanted to make sure I maintained a constant drip. Soaking pad after pad, I was using at least four a day. Alexa stroked my now long hair and said, “Time to get my bride all beautiful for her wedding.”

Cath, Kitty, and Deedee, my bridesmaids were on their way over to escort me to the beauty salon where I would be made up and coiffed for the big event. Alexa chose an elegant sun dress for me to wear. She took my cathedral length veil out of the closet and hung it on the door. The ladies at the salon would arrange it in my hair after my hair was done up for the wedding. Alexa would make sure my dress arrived at the salon when I was done. She was taking it for a last minute steaming for any wrinkles.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Alexa had drawn a scented bath for me. I slipped out of my negligee, my now budding breasts showing the results of my training. I sighed and thought this is what I wanted, to be completely stripped of my masculinity and turned into a lovely woman. It was somehow sad, but I took a deep breath and slipped into the scented bath. After a fashion, the warm scented water relaxed me and I dozed briefly. Alexa woke me with a kiss and said, “Come on, princess, the girls are here.” I combed out my hair and put on the things Alexa had laid out for me. I put on some mascara and lipstick and went downstairs to meet the ladies who would take me for my final preparation and my complete submission to feminization. Alexa handed me my purse and gave me a kiss, “Enjoy the day, princess!” Cath, Kitty and Deedee took me by both my arms and outside we went to the waiting limo.

In the limo it was four girls giggling and having a delicious time. Deedee pulled out a bottle of bubbly and we all had a toast. I was so nervous and Kitty snuggled against me and reassured me that everything would be fine. She talked to me like an older sister. After a few minutes the champagne relaxed me and we arrived at the salon, four happy girls already for a day of pampering and girl talk.

The salon was a spectacularly feminine environment. Everything just screamed GIRL. One of the ladies came and escorted Kitty and me back to her station. Kitty would stay with me for the whole time to keep me company and make sure I did not freak out. This was an awfully large step and I knew there was no going back ever since my bridal shower, when my chastity belt was put in place. She squeezed my hand and the lady went to work, shampooing and combing out my hair. Alexa had chosen an elaborate up-do for my hairstyle. She wanted to make sure my tiara would be shown off to the max.

Kitty was having her hair done as well and we chatted as the salon lady put our hair in curlers and let us sit for a bit so the solution could set. Soon we were underneath the dryers and the lady started on my nails. I had permanent silk wraps now for over a year as Alexa insisted. Pretty nails make a girl move her hands in a graceful feminine manner. I was going to be ALL girl.

After the dryer was finished we were taken for makeup, and my veil, along with my tiara, was brought out for the finishing touches. My face was creamed and foundation put on. She made my eyes look dramatic even with subtle colors. A bride should never be garish with her makeup. She finished my makeup and started on Kitty and I watched as she became so lovely. She did Kitty’s hair first and it looked glorious. Kitty got my veil and tiara and the lady began taking the curlers out. Slowly my hair was wound into an elegant up-do. She placed my tiara in front and pinned it in place. Kitty was watching and smiling. Just then the bridesmaids came in and they had our gowns with them. They needed help from one of the salon ladies to carry my dress. The lovely lilac dresses Alexa and I chose for the bridesmaids were brought in as well. The girls went to get dressed first and the salon lady placed my veil in my hair.

She then escorted me to a private dressing room to wait till my maids were done dressing and then could help me. My gown was brought in and taken out of the bag. It was a hand made lacey frilly pouffy dress and had a large petticoat to go underneath. I arranged my veil carefully and sat down to wait for my maids. As I sat I became more and more nervous. I was shaking and it was getting worse. Just then Kitty came in.

She was a complete vision, my maid of honor. She sat beside me and I felt better. She even brought the rest of the champagne so I could have a bit before they started dressing me. the bridesmaids came in and we all had another glass of champagne and I relaxed. Kitty told me to take off all my clothes and then Cath produced my lingerie, but she said there was one thing that had to be done before my dressing could begin. I was naked with the exception of my chastity belt. The female hormones had not yet castrated me and my trapped penis strained against its cage. Cath gave my testicles a squeeze and so began an hour of teasing that made me drip uncontrollably. It was pure torture as I knew Alexa would not allow release. Surrounded by femininity and whimpering while the girls teased and touched and kissed me I was a total sissy now. I was begging for them to take my belt off so I could cum, but they just laughed and told me I knew my chastity was permanent until my female hormones had done their job.

When they were sure I would continue to drip for the rest of the day, Deedee poured another glass for us and Cath started dressing me in my lingerie. First were the pretty lace panties, covering my chastity belt and presenting a nice flat front. She had me stand and my corset was placed on me. I leaned against the wall and Cath pulled the laces tighter and tighter. Kitty and Deedee drank and looked on smiling. Finally she finished and tied it off. Now my figure was in an hourglass shape with my budding breasts showing considerable cleavage. She had me sit and pure white stockings were rolled up my legs and attached to the garters on the corset. Deedee and Kitty held my veil and Cath lowered the huge petticoat over my head. She adjusted it and snapped it in place.

I was made to stand while the girls took a bit of a break. They looked so casual, so happy just to be girls. They were dressed the way girls were expected to dress if they were part of a wedding party. I was the bride and it still felt peculiar to me.

They finished their champagne and the bridesmaids unbuttoned my gown and as Kitty held my veil they lowered the lovely dress over my head and settled it onto the voluminous petticoat. Deedee fussed with the skirt and laid the long train out so it showed beautifully. I slipped my arms into the sleeves that began at the shoulders in lovely rich satin puffs and ended at the wrist in a row of satin buttons. Cath began buttoning the back and with each button I could feel myself being trapped in a lovely satin prison. My diamond engagement ring sparkled along side my French manicured fingernails. The hands of a woman, I mused. At last Cath finished buttoning and I was in my dress. Kitty arranged the veil and Deedee arranged the train. Cath produced a camera to take the first of dozens of pictures to be taken. Kitty unwrapped my bouquet, placing it in my hands as Cath snapped picture after picture. Alexa wanted lots of photos so she could have constant reminders of what I was to become, a woman.

Kitty took my hand. Cath took my veil. Deedee took my train and I was led out into the main shop where all the ladies gasped when they saw me. Some even cried a bit saying I looked so beautiful. The girls led me to the limo and carefully I was helped to the center of the back seat. Kitty sat beside me holding my hand and the bridesmaids sat facing us. No more champagne till after the ceremony. They did not want to ruin my lipstick or their own. I was getting nervous again and Kitty gave me a kiss to calm me. I was going to Alexa and into complete femininity.

Chapter Two: The Ceremony

The limo drove toward my fate. The girls were laughing and smiling at me. Kitty held my hand and tried to keep me calm. All at once we arrived at the park just down the street from the chapel. There was a horse drawn carriage waiting there. The girls helped me out of the limo and into the carriage. Kitty whispered to me that I was to take a half hour carriage ride to be alone with my thoughts. The carriage would then take me to the church. I would arrive by myself so all could see. The girls got back in the limo and off the carriage driver went. We went along slowly. This was really scaring me and I could feel what was left of my manhood straining against its cage. I was leaking and I started to cry. I was to become a woman and I had no choice in the matter. I wish one of the girls had stayed with me, but this was Alexa’s instruction. She wanted my anticipation to get the best of me so I would be a total sissy, all weepy and shaking as I arrived for the ceremony.

Finally the carriage pulled up in front of the chapel where a huge crowd was gathered. I must have been quite a sight all alone in the carriage. All the women were crying tears of joy for me. Everyone was dressed beautifully. It was a sea of gowns in front of the church. I knew what awaited me inside.

Kitty took my hand and the girls helped with my dress and veil. Up the stairs we went, my dainty heels clicking on the stone. We stopped in the foyer. the bridesmaids carefully arranged my gown and veil for my walk down the aisle. I heard the music begin the bridal march and there was Alexa, beginning her walk. I started to cry; she looked so beautiful. Her dress was simple with a short train and instead of a long veil she had a wreath of flowers in her hair. She was the picture of femininity on her wedding day. I know she wanted me to feel the same way and all at once I was overjoyed. I knew it would all be wonderful now. She gracefully did the wedding march up the aisle and arrived at the altar just as the music subsided.

There was a pause of silence and the music began again, and my bridesmaids one by one walked up the aisle, leaving me alone again. As Deedee, the last maid, took her place at the altar, I began my walk. Alexa turned and smiled at me as if to say come on girl you can do it. My gown felt like it weighed a ton as I slowly walked down the aisle. My blusher covering my nervous face, I arrived at the altar. I took Alexa’s outstretched hand. She smiled, being so proud of me. We said our vows and our “I do’s”. Kitty produced a piece of paper with an additional vow for me to read:

I pledge from this day forward to be completely feminine in every way.

I pledge to obey my wonderful Mistress in all matters and to become the best and most beautiful woman I can be.

Alexa smiled and lifted my blusher. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, long and softly. She whispered, tonight you shall understand the total meaning of that vow. We turned and the pastor proclaimed us Mistress and Mrs., and hand in hand we walked back down the aisle with my maids in tow. Out in front of the church the carriage awaited. The girls helped me into the carriage and Alexa sat beside me. A crowd gathered and clapped and waved as Alexa and I were whisked off to the reception.

The huge hall that had been rented for the event was decorated with flowers and garlands. It looked like a fairytale. We sat and waited for my maids to arrive and help me down from the carriage. Alexa wanted me to keep my veil attached for the whole reception. Even though it was cumbersome, she wanted me to dance and socialize with it on. It made me move slowly and gracefully.

We had a private toast between us and the band started playing “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Alexa led me as I delicately held my train and veil. She was whispering how special she was going to make our honeymoon and that by the time it was over I would be well acquainted with how a woman feels. One toast after another, a sumptuous meal, and many, many audience-inspired kisses it was time for my bouquet toss and then time to begin our lives together.

My maids, Alexa, and I got into the limo for our ride to the hotel. The girls brought another bottle of champagne for the long ride. I sensed there were games to be played as all the girls were laughing and smiling in a most devious way at me. Alexa and I were settled on one side of the back seat and the girls on the other side facing us. Champagne was poured and with each sip Alexa kissed me and I could feel my chastity belt straining to hold back my clitty. Alexa instructed the girls to make sure my chastity belt and sheath were intact and to change the pad. As the girls held my dress Kitty lowered my panties and put a fresh pad in and then the girls pulled my dress back so all could see my tortured privates. “Oh they are just such a lovely shade of blue,” Kitty commented. Alexa told her to massage them a bit and with that kissed me deeply. “Yes, dearest, this is just the beginning. You are going to be teased and fondled until your hormones take all that stiffness and dripping away. Think of it as draining off the last of your masculinity.” Kitty kept massaging, and the bridesmaids took their turns. In a short time I was dripping uncontrollably. Tears of frustration were in my eyes and Alexa just kissed them away. “No darling there will be none of that on MY honeymoon. I will not permit any male behavior from you. You are a WOMAN”. With that the girls lowered my dress and returned to their seats. Finally we arrived at the hotel. Alexa invited the girls up for a nightcap and into the elevator we went and up to the bridal suite.

Chapter 3: The Wedding Night

“Leave her gown on for now and the headpiece and veil. I want her to stay in it as long as possible. I want no question in her mind that she is to be the woman in this marriage.” With that Alexa went into the bedroom to change her clothes and the girls helped me get seated on an elegant divan. I was posed. It was not particularly comfortable. I felt more like a doll that the girls were playing bridal dress up with. Alexa returned, wearing a black baby doll negligee, with a package wrapped in pretty paper and ribbon. She handed it to me and bid me open it. As I unwrapped the gift I saw it was a fairly large strap-on dildo. Alexa smiled, “Time for the real lesson to begin.”

She had the girls lift my gown again and check on my tortured clitty. It was still dripping and I was soooooooooo frustrated. The girls all laughed and my dress was put back down. Everything was feminine and would always be so from now on. “Get her ready girls,” Alexa said. With that I was escorted into the bedroom and carefully my veil was removed and then my dress. Cath produced the bridal negligee that I was to wear on my wedding night, a sumptuous ivory night gown with a lovely flowing robe. She sat me at the vanity and unpinned my hair and brushed it out into a seductive wave. A bit of hairspray to hold it in place and a dash of my perfume and I was ready for Alexa. Cath left me, and Alexa came in, closing the door behind her. I could hear the girls laughing and carrying on in the other room.

Alexa removed her clothes and put the strap-on around her lovely hips. “Come darling, it is time to take your virginity.” With that she took me by the hand and lifted my gown and had me lie on the edge of the bed with my derriere in the air. She put a generous amount of lubricant on the dildo and a bit in my puss. “Ready darling?,” she asked. I choked back a cry and she entered me. Oh my goodness!! It felt like a telephone pole was going up my ass! Slowly she worked it back and forth and soon my puss was grabbing on wanting more and more. I could feel my dripping become more and more intense but no relief. Alexa clung to my neck kissing me passionately. “Feel it darling! Nothing but a lovely drip and a good milking is all you will get each night now. Soon you will orgasm as a woman does with a kind of full body tremble, but you will NEVER cum as a man again!”

Slowly she withdrew the cock and took it off. Then she bade me kneel in front of her and she spread her legs and I was made to tongue her to orgasm over and over again, all the while knowing I would never get the relief I so badly needed. After what must have been her fourth orgasm, we fell asleep in each others’ arms to the sound of laughter in the other room. The girls knew exactly what was in store for me.

 

Chapter One: Wedding Day at the Salon

Ever since my bridal shower my penis has been locked away in a chastity belt. After a month of intense feminization and endless teasing. Alexa wanted to make sure I maintained a constant drip. Soaking pad after pad, I was using at least four a day. Alexa stroked my now long hair and said, “Time to get my bride all beautiful for her wedding.”

Cath, Kitty, and Deedee, my bridesmaids were on their way over to escort me to the beauty salon where I would be made up and coiffed for the big event. Alexa chose an elegant sun dress for me to wear. She took my cathedral length veil out of the closet and hung it on the door. The ladies at the salon would arrange it in my hair after my hair was done up for the wedding. Alexa would make sure my dress arrived at the salon when I was done. She was taking it for a last minute steaming for any wrinkles.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Alexa had drawn a scented bath for me. I slipped out of my negligee, my now budding breasts showing the results of my training. I sighed and thought this is what I wanted, to be completely stripped of my masculinity and turned into a lovely woman. It was somehow sad, but I took a deep breath and slipped into the scented bath. After a fashion, the warm scented water relaxed me and I dozed briefly. Alexa woke me with a kiss and said, “Come on, princess, the girls are here.” I combed out my hair and put on the things Alexa had laid out for me. I put on some mascara and lipstick and went downstairs to meet the ladies who would take me for my final preparation and my complete submission to feminization. Alexa handed me my purse and gave me a kiss, “Enjoy the day, princess!” Cath, Kitty and Deedee took me by both my arms and outside we went to the waiting limo.

In the limo it was four girls giggling and having a delicious time. Deedee pulled out a bottle of bubbly and we all had a toast. I was so nervous and Kitty snuggled against me and reassured me that everything would be fine. She talked to me like an older sister. After a few minutes the champagne relaxed me and we arrived at the salon, four happy girls already for a day of pampering and girl talk.

The salon was a spectacularly feminine environment. Everything just screamed GIRL. One of the ladies came and escorted Kitty and me back to her station. Kitty would stay with me for the whole time to keep me company and make sure I did not freak out. This was an awfully large step and I knew there was no going back ever since my bridal shower, when my chastity belt was put in place. She squeezed my hand and the lady went to work, shampooing and combing out my hair. Alexa had chosen an elaborate up-do for my hairstyle. She wanted to make sure my tiara would be shown off to the max.

Kitty was having her hair done as well and we chatted as the salon lady put our hair in curlers and let us sit for a bit so the solution could set. Soon we were underneath the dryers and the lady started on my nails. I had permanent silk wraps now for over a year as Alexa insisted. Pretty nails make a girl move her hands in a graceful feminine manner. I was going to be ALL girl.

After the dryer was finished we were taken for makeup, and my veil, along with my tiara, was brought out for the finishing touches. My face was creamed and foundation put on. She made my eyes look dramatic even with subtle colors. A bride should never be garish with her makeup. She finished my makeup and started on Kitty and I watched as she became so lovely. She did Kitty’s hair first and it looked glorious. Kitty got my veil and tiara and the lady began taking the curlers out. Slowly my hair was wound into an elegant up-do. She placed my tiara in front and pinned it in place. Kitty was watching and smiling. Just then the bridesmaids came in and they had our gowns with them. They needed help from one of the salon ladies to carry my dress. The lovely lilac dresses Alexa and I chose for the bridesmaids were brought in as well. The girls went to get dressed first and the salon lady placed my veil in my hair.

She then escorted me to a private dressing room to wait till my maids were done dressing and then could help me. My gown was brought in and taken out of the bag. It was a hand made lacey frilly pouffy dress and had a large petticoat to go underneath. I arranged my veil carefully and sat down to wait for my maids. As I sat I became more and more nervous. I was shaking and it was getting worse. Just then Kitty came in.

She was a complete vision, my maid of honor. She sat beside me and I felt better. She even brought the rest of the champagne so I could have a bit before they started dressing me. the bridesmaids came in and we all had another glass of champagne and I relaxed. Kitty told me to take off all my clothes and then Cath produced my lingerie, but she said there was one thing that had to be done before my dressing could begin. I was naked with the exception of my chastity belt. The female hormones had not yet castrated me and my trapped penis strained against its cage. Cath gave my testicles a squeeze and so began an hour of teasing that made me drip uncontrollably. It was pure torture as I knew Alexa would not allow release. Surrounded by femininity and whimpering while the girls teased and touched and kissed me I was a total sissy now. I was begging for them to take my belt off so I could cum, but they just laughed and told me I knew my chastity was permanent until my female hormones had done their job.

When they were sure I would continue to drip for the rest of the day, Deedee poured another glass for us and Cath started dressing me in my lingerie. First were the pretty lace panties, covering my chastity belt and presenting a nice flat front. She had me stand and my corset was placed on me. I leaned against the wall and Cath pulled the laces tighter and tighter. Kitty and Deedee drank and looked on smiling. Finally she finished and tied it off. Now my figure was in an hourglass shape with my budding breasts showing considerable cleavage. She had me sit and pure white stockings were rolled up my legs and attached to the garters on the corset. Deedee and Kitty held my veil and Cath lowered the huge petticoat over my head. She adjusted it and snapped it in place.

I was made to stand while the girls took a bit of a break. They looked so casual, so happy just to be girls. They were dressed the way girls were expected to dress if they were part of a wedding party. I was the bride and it still felt peculiar to me.

They finished their champagne and the bridesmaids unbuttoned my gown and as Kitty held my veil they lowered the lovely dress over my head and settled it onto the voluminous petticoat. Deedee fussed with the skirt and laid the long train out so it showed beautifully. I slipped my arms into the sleeves that began at the shoulders in lovely rich satin puffs and ended at the wrist in a row of satin buttons. Cath began buttoning the back and with each button I could feel myself being trapped in a lovely satin prison. My diamond engagement ring sparkled along side my French manicured fingernails. The hands of a woman, I mused. At last Cath finished buttoning and I was in my dress. Kitty arranged the veil and Deedee arranged the train. Cath produced a camera to take the first of dozens of pictures to be taken. Kitty unwrapped my bouquet, placing it in my hands as Cath snapped picture after picture. Alexa wanted lots of photos so she could have constant reminders of what I was to become, a woman.

Kitty took my hand. Cath took my veil. Deedee took my train and I was led out into the main shop where all the ladies gasped when they saw me. Some even cried a bit saying I looked so beautiful. The girls led me to the limo and carefully I was helped to the center of the back seat. Kitty sat beside me holding my hand and the bridesmaids sat facing us. No more champagne till after the ceremony. They did not want to ruin my lipstick or their own. I was getting nervous again and Kitty gave me a kiss to calm me. I was going to Alexa and into complete femininity.

Chapter Two: The Ceremony

The limo drove toward my fate. The girls were laughing and smiling at me. Kitty held my hand and tried to keep me calm. All at once we arrived at the park just down the street from the chapel. There was a horse drawn carriage waiting there. The girls helped me out of the limo and into the carriage. Kitty whispered to me that I was to take a half hour carriage ride to be alone with my thoughts. The carriage would then take me to the church. I would arrive by myself so all could see. The girls got back in the limo and off the carriage driver went. We went along slowly. This was really scaring me and I could feel what was left of my manhood straining against its cage. I was leaking and I started to cry. I was to become a woman and I had no choice in the matter. I wish one of the girls had stayed with me, but this was Alexa’s instruction. She wanted my anticipation to get the best of me so I would be a total sissy, all weepy and shaking as I arrived for the ceremony.

Finally the carriage pulled up in front of the chapel where a huge crowd was gathered. I must have been quite a sight all alone in the carriage. All the women were crying tears of joy for me. Everyone was dressed beautifully. It was a sea of gowns in front of the church. I knew what awaited me inside.

Kitty took my hand and the girls helped with my dress and veil. Up the stairs we went, my dainty heels clicking on the stone. We stopped in the foyer. the bridesmaids carefully arranged my gown and veil for my walk down the aisle. I heard the music begin the bridal march and there was Alexa, beginning her walk. I started to cry; she looked so beautiful. Her dress was simple with a short train and instead of a long veil she had a wreath of flowers in her hair. She was the picture of femininity on her wedding day. I know she wanted me to feel the same way and all at once I was overjoyed. I knew it would all be wonderful now. She gracefully did the wedding march up the aisle and arrived at the altar just as the music subsided.

There was a pause of silence and the music began again, and my bridesmaids one by one walked up the aisle, leaving me alone again. As Deedee, the last maid, took her place at the altar, I began my walk. Alexa turned and smiled at me as if to say come on girl you can do it. My gown felt like it weighed a ton as I slowly walked down the aisle. My blusher covering my nervous face, I arrived at the altar. I took Alexa’s outstretched hand. She smiled, being so proud of me. We said our vows and our “I do’s”. Kitty produced a piece of paper with an additional vow for me to read:

I pledge from this day forward to be completely feminine in every way.

I pledge to obey my wonderful Mistress in all matters and to become the best and most beautiful woman I can be.

Alexa smiled and lifted my blusher. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, long and softly. She whispered, tonight you shall understand the total meaning of that vow. We turned and the pastor proclaimed us Mistress and Mrs., and hand in hand we walked back down the aisle with my maids in tow. Out in front of the church the carriage awaited. The girls helped me into the carriage and Alexa sat beside me. A crowd gathered and clapped and waved as Alexa and I were whisked off to the reception.

The huge hall that had been rented for the event was decorated with flowers and garlands. It looked like a fairytale. We sat and waited for my maids to arrive and help me down from the carriage. Alexa wanted me to keep my veil attached for the whole reception. Even though it was cumbersome, she wanted me to dance and socialize with it on. It made me move slowly and gracefully.

We had a private toast between us and the band started playing “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Alexa led me as I delicately held my train and veil. She was whispering how special she was going to make our honeymoon and that by the time it was over I would be well acquainted with how a woman feels. One toast after another, a sumptuous meal, and many, many audience-inspired kisses it was time for my bouquet toss and then time to begin our lives together.

My maids, Alexa, and I got into the limo for our ride to the hotel. The girls brought another bottle of champagne for the long ride. I sensed there were games to be played as all the girls were laughing and smiling in a most devious way at me. Alexa and I were settled on one side of the back seat and the girls on the other side facing us. Champagne was poured and with each sip Alexa kissed me and I could feel my chastity belt straining to hold back my clitty. Alexa instructed the girls to make sure my chastity belt and sheath were intact and to change the pad. As the girls held my dress Kitty lowered my panties and put a fresh pad in and then the girls pulled my dress back so all could see my tortured privates. “Oh they are just such a lovely shade of blue,” Kitty commented. Alexa told her to massage them a bit and with that kissed me deeply. “Yes, dearest, this is just the beginning. You are going to be teased and fondled until your hormones take all that stiffness and dripping away. Think of it as draining off the last of your masculinity.” Kitty kept massaging, and the bridesmaids took their turns. In a short time I was dripping uncontrollably. Tears of frustration were in my eyes and Alexa just kissed them away. “No darling there will be none of that on MY honeymoon. I will not permit any male behavior from you. You are a WOMAN”. With that the girls lowered my dress and returned to their seats. Finally we arrived at the hotel. Alexa invited the girls up for a nightcap and into the elevator we went and up to the bridal suite.

Chapter 3: The Wedding Night

“Leave her gown on for now and the headpiece and veil. I want her to stay in it as long as possible. I want no question in her mind that she is to be the woman in this marriage.” With that Alexa went into the bedroom to change her clothes and the girls helped me get seated on an elegant divan. I was posed. It was not particularly comfortable. I felt more like a doll that the girls were playing bridal dress up with. Alexa returned, wearing a black baby doll negligee, with a package wrapped in pretty paper and ribbon. She handed it to me and bid me open it. As I unwrapped the gift I saw it was a fairly large strap-on dildo. Alexa smiled, “Time for the real lesson to begin.”

She had the girls lift my gown again and check on my tortured clitty. It was still dripping and I was soooooooooo frustrated. The girls all laughed and my dress was put back down. Everything was feminine and would always be so from now on. “Get her ready girls,” Alexa said. With that I was escorted into the bedroom and carefully my veil was removed and then my dress. Cath produced the bridal negligee that I was to wear on my wedding night, a sumptuous ivory night gown with a lovely flowing robe. She sat me at the vanity and unpinned my hair and brushed it out into a seductive wave. A bit of hairspray to hold it in place and a dash of my perfume and I was ready for Alexa. Cath left me, and Alexa came in, closing the door behind her. I could hear the girls laughing and carrying on in the other room.

Alexa removed her clothes and put the strap-on around her lovely hips. “Come darling, it is time to take your virginity.” With that she took me by the hand and lifted my gown and had me lie on the edge of the bed with my derriere in the air. She put a generous amount of lubricant on the dildo and a bit in my puss. “Ready darling?,” she asked. I choked back a cry and she entered me. Oh my goodness!! It felt like a telephone pole was going up my ass! Slowly she worked it back and forth and soon my puss was grabbing on wanting more and more. I could feel my dripping become more and more intense but no relief. Alexa clung to my neck kissing me passionately. “Feel it darling! Nothing but a lovely drip and a good milking is all you will get each night now. Soon you will orgasm as a woman does with a kind of full body tremble, but you will NEVER cum as a man again!”

Slowly she withdrew the cock and took it off. Then she bade me kneel in front of her and she spread her legs and I was made to tongue her to orgasm over and over again, all the while knowing I would never get the relief I so badly needed. After what must have been her fourth orgasm, we fell asleep in each others’ arms to the sound of laughter in the other room. The girls knew exactly what was in store for me.

[Based on a sissy bride story by Yvonne, published on sissyville.com — thanks, Yvonne!]

Sensitivity Training for the TSA

Thanks to the Transgender Law Center in San Francisco which filed a suit on behalf of a TSA employee who wanted to dress and pee in a way “consistent with his or her gender identity”, LAX’s 2,500 security officers and 100 managers have to undergo sensitivity training.

Agents “should be aware of some do’s and don’ts when ushering t-gals through the security process”… and when managing tgals in the security process. Unlike the rest of us, a tranny shouldn’t have to “hide who she [is] just in order to earn a living.”

Consider Amanda Littlecock, for example, who in yesterday’s session revealed that his wife had decided to lock up his cock when he went away on business trips, or at least, that’s how the transformation began. First, there was the humiliating scene in front of the not yet sensitivity-trained TSA agents at the D.C. airport, who stopped Amanda going through security, first at the metal detector booth and then at the x-ray machine. Amanda had to explain about his little cock, about his wife, about the chastity device, before the head of security let him through… too late to catch his scheduled flight, alas! Next time, Amanda would have to present the key to chastity device to the security agent, as proof that it didn’t contain anything explosive. Just a little cock, Amanda peeped, blushing red and pink and trying to cover her poor little non-explosive with her hands…

After that, the training accelerated. The wife kept Amanda inside the device for longer and longer periods of time, adding conditions. No, Amanda, you have to wear panties all week before you can come. No, Amanda, you have to paint your toenails before you can come. Then Amanda had to go through TSA dressed in panties over his chastity device, and then in panties and bra, and then in full explosive gear: panties, stockings, cami, boobies and all.

What did Amanda do? Amanda is training to become a TSA employee, “consistent with his or her gender identity”…

Imagine

that you get a phone call and 30 minutes later a taxi comes to your door to take you to an unknown destination. You are given instructions on what to wear (panties, sometimes, stockings, sometimes, more…) and what to put inside you (sometimes a tickler, sometimes a butt-plug, sometimes a vibrator) and around you (a harness, a belt, a choker, a chastity device).

The taxi isn’t a taxi and the driver is a beautiful and dark with a perfectly cut suit. He straps you in, pulls down your pants, and turns on on ipad with a recorded message from me, preparing you for your encounter. It tells you that you are expected to perform for the man who is driving the car, but does not specify the particular perversions. In the past, you have been taken out of town, sometimes to farms or parks or truck stops, sometimes to restaurants, sometimes to offices, to executive suites…

Every time it is different.

You are allowed to tell noone.

You are punished if you bring a phone, or a credit card, or a watch.

Favorite from Fictionmania.tv: The Love Lair by Jodie Anderson

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The Love Lair (a Hose and Prose Story) ST SWI by:  Jodie Anderson (2)    Details Reviews, last 10/26/10 (26)
Added: 03/02/2010 Rating: X Complete: yes File Size: 127.5 K Age: Adult 26-55
Synopsis: An obsessive gamer goes for a walk during a winter storm to try to get away from his addiction and meets a seductive gypsy woman who has vague, steamy predictions for his future–predictions that he begins to understand as the night unfolds.
Categories: Body Suits Bondage Femdom, Authoritarian Horror Magical Transformations Mind Altered, Hypnosis, Brainwashed Stuck Key Words: Breast Enlargement Chastity Belts Corsets Use of Sex Toys Very High Heels

Here’s a happy excerpt:

 

About ten-boards in, Jerry lost his first woman. Two boards later he lost another two. He sighed in frustration and took a brief look at his watch: it was just about 1:00 a.m. “Okay, I’ve got to get to the thirteenth intermission to win the next prize. That means I’ve got to clear about 25 more boards without losing my last pac-girly. Fuck it. I’m outta’ here.” He kamikazed Ms. Pacman into one of the ghosts and watched, zombie-like, to see if the Game Over screen would come up. It didn’t.

Instead, a new screen popped up. The screen was surrounded by blinking purple lights and contained an image of the yellow hottie winking out at Jerry.

“Ms. Pacman Wins!” she taunted in a loud, human voice. The sound of the woman’s voice startled Jerry: he had been expecting a word bubble–not an actual voice.

Seconds later a close-up of a dark-haired red-tinted busty cartoon woman appeared on the screen. She was obviously supposed to be a tarted-up version of the red ghost from the game. She had a sexy, mischievous look to her–like a femme fatale from a forties flick. She glanced at Jerry for a second as if she could actually see him, and then the view panned out so her entire body was visible. She had an impossibly curvy body, the typical fantasy-game female look. She floated to the middle of the screen with a pile of jumbled letters floating behind her. She landed on her high-heeled knee-high boots and then cat-walked across the screen with one hand on her hip and the other stretched above her head as if she was doing a Latin dance of some sort. The letters trailed behind her and stretched out into a word: (1) Bodysuit. A pink-tinted woman appeared in the foreground, taking up almost the entire screen with her face. She did the same routine as the red woman. Then came an orange woman followed by a light-green woman. At the end of the little performance, the yellow-woman was on the left and the four ghost-women were on the right. Between them were four prize choices blinking softly: (1) Bodysuit; (2) Female Arousal Spell; (3) Tramp Stamp; and (4) Hottie Hair.

The yellow woman pointed to prize number three and nodded her head.

Jerry watched dumbfounded as the cursor moved down to “(3) Tramp Stamp” and blinked. There was another loud blip and he felt a mild tingling surge of electricity shoot from the joystick into his body.

“Ah! What the hell?” he snapped, more startled than hurt by the joystick’s shock.

His vision dimmed for a moment and he felt a slight burning sensation on his right thigh. He tried to let go of the joystick but couldn’t. When his vision cleared, he was still standing in front of the game, but the screen had changed.

The yellow woman was leering at him. A word bubble popped up next to her head with the following message:

“You need to win to have the tattoo removed.”

There was a deep-throated womanly laugh and another blip. The standard “Are you ready to challenge me?” message popped back onto the screen.

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Special Assignment

SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT
– Slutty Red Sissy Nails and Panties
Step 1 – Get out your camera and find some slutty red nail polish with panties to match.
Step 2 – If you don’t have red pick out panties and nail polish that you have the same color in.
Step 3 – Put on your sissy panties and paint your nails. Don’t make a mess!
Step 4 – After you’re all slutted up pose in your panties and newly painted nails.
Step 5 – Take a picture of yourself in different poses -be sure to show off your pretty nails in them!
Step 6 – Sit down on a chair and use a rope to tie your feet to the legs of the chair, then put on your chastity belt, and take another picture of yourself, in bondage, with your long beautiful nails wrapped around your chastity belt.
Step 7 – Call your Mistress and tell her how you feel: humiliated, dominated, feminized, sissified.
Step 8 – Ask me for permission to play with yourself.
Step 9 – Wait for my answer.

Cuckold Husband Letter: What Have I Done?

Good Morning Mistress,

It has been far too long since I have shared with you the humiliating, and yet exciting things that S has been doing to me as I continue my decent. I would like to share with you a recent evening that we had that actually began at Christmas. A few days before Christmas, S found my Aneros Helix and asked me what it was for. I was very embarrassed as I explained how it massages the prostate and can actually cause me to ejaculate without actually touching myself or could be used to make myself have an incredibly powerful orgasm with tons of cum. She was wonderful about the whole thing and listened intently but we decided that it was something that I should use myself.

For Christmas, she said that she was going to give me 1 month as my chastity keyholder and we have had so much fun since. Albeit, she has had much more fun in terms of her orgasms. I want to share with you our most recent evenings events.

As I stated before, I have been locked for just over 3 weeks as of today and it has been incredibly torturous and exciting all along. A few nights ago S stated that she wanted to play and that she wanted to experiment with me wearing the Aneros. I immediately got hard. . . well, tried to get hard given my chastity cage. Anyway, we got into bed and she asked me to roll over and I did and she very slowly and methodically lubed the device and my ass and began to slowly work it in. I thought she was going to be rough as we have never really tried much in the way of anal play, but she was very teasing about the whole thing, slowly working it in and then gently pulling it back for several minutes before she finally let it settle all the way in. She instructed me to stay on my stomach as she moved around and put her pussy just inches in front of my face. She instructed me to gently begin to lick and I did as instructed, taking great care to enjoy what was going on and on delivering delicate pleasure to my queen.

She began to ask me how I was holding up after being locked up for so long and if it felt odd to have the toy in my ass while my “dicky” was all locked up. I ensured her that I was happy to have been given the opportunity to show my devotion to her. We made small talk for a few more minutes and she then told me that she wanted to play with the newest dildo that I bought for her. Over the years I have purchased several for her but the latest was by far the biggest. It is 9 inches of insertable length, as big around as a RedBull can, has a full set of balls, and it vibrates. Til a few days ago she was apprehensive about giving it ago but this night was different. She brought it out and just held it for a minute staring in amazement at its prodigious size. She asked if I was sure that I wanted her to use it because she had never had anything that large in her before, well, not since we’ve been married. That stung a little, but I caught myself and told her yes, she should.

At this point she told me to lick it, slowly while she described how funny it was to see me, locked and plugged, licking the cock that was about to make her cum. Got I was starting to really work the Aneros in my ass and was getting very hot. After I had licked it sufficiently, she said she couldn’t wait anymore and told me to work it into her pussy. I slowly guided the head to her sopping wet whole and began to work it into her. I have never heard her make the sounds that she made as it slowly disappeared into her waiting pussy. After a few minutes of my gentle manipulations, she grabbed the base from my hands and told me to lick her clit while she began to fuck herself like a woman possessed with the giant phallus. She gave herself several world moving orgasms before she was done and it was then that I realized that I had ejaculated, but not orgasmed all over the sheets to which she found great interest. She said that since I had “blown my load”, there was no reason to let me out next week as previously planned and that we have many more nights of her exploring her new “lover” with me worshiping her pussy.

What have I done?