As we headed to her bedroom, Mistress peeled off her cami, raising it over her head, dangling with a single finger thru a spaghetti strap, then dropping it behind her, while I followed, scooping it up. Next were her panties which she also ceremoniously dropped, and she was nude. I followed, carrying her lingerie, admiring her beautiful feminine ass.

While I hung up her cami, she stretched out on the bed; (my former bed). I loved that Mistress had usurped the Master bedroom, and relegated me, her slave, to the basement.

She pointed, and I crawled between her legs, and kissed her pussy. I said, in my mind, "I am your slave. I exist to serve you." She no longer wanted to hear my self-brainwashing incantations, but she knew, I'd continue my voluntary self-chanting, transforming my submissive fantasies of servitude, into fixated reality.

On her que, I crawled on top of her. Because my cock was still coated with lotion, I slid in quickly and smoothly, which caught her a bit off-guard. She gasped, then smiled, and then her eyes came to half-mast, as I began fucking her. As always, her pleasure was foremost in my mind. I gripped her shoulders, which gave me leverage. My elbows below kept my full weight off her, and I ground my pelvis to her clit, as she'd taught me many months ago.

In moments, she growled and panted into her first orgasm. She gushed like no other woman I'd known. We always kept a towel nearby, and part of our ritual was for her to raise up, and I'd place the towel under her hips. These sex-towels were the thickest, most absorbent that money could buy, and they got my money's worth.

I no longer needed Viagra. I was now able to perform my sex-slave duty, not coming, and staying hard. I had a certain satisfaction to have successfully trained myself. I doubted it was even possible, but it was so. Each success enabled my confidence. I could tell, I'd never again require the Viagra.

As always, after her second orgasm, I was to ease out of her, and if she allowed, I straddled her and came on her breasts. She usually allowed this, because she enjoyed fingering my rear hole. She liked the effect it had on me, and how my ass pulsed when I came. On this instance, she rolled over to nap, and I whispered, "Mistress, May I come?"

Without looking she said, "Not on me. Go jack-off in the corner."

I was not sure what she meant, but I crawled off the bed, went to a bedroom corner, facing the corner like a bad boy being punished, and began stroking. This caught her attention, and she looked up and laughed.

"Turn around," she laughed, "My bad little slave."

I kneeled, resting on my calves, and said, "Can I have a dildo for my sissy pussy?"

Reaching in the nightstand, she retrieved a vibrator, and walked it over to me.

I gasped, a femmy high pitched, "Ahhh," as I impatiently worked it in my ass a bit too quickly.

She stood over me, regally, knowing the effect. I looked up at her, and said, "Thank you Mistress." (The rest of the sentence would have been "for taking me as your slave."), but it was abundantly implied, and she had grown tired of hearing it.

She looked down at me and said, "You can kiss my pussy, and come on my feet."

She understood my slave mind, that this subservient action, for other men, was repulsive, but in my case, she was granting a gift.

I blew a powerful load on her shins and feet. She scooted back and sat on the bed, resting her heels on the sideboard, and without a word, I crawled to her, and licked up all my cum.

She laid back down on the bed, and I snuggled up to spoon her, cupping a breast in my hand. In these such moments, I was no longer in slave-mode, but her respectful, gentleman, friend. This (loving and trusting) aspect of our relationship was the glue that made our relationship possible.

We awoke hours later; it was dark, and we were famished.

Meals at restaurants were where we could talk about sex, in a non-sexual way.

She asked, "Do you really want to start hormones?"

I smiled, "I'm not sure. I wish I could be both, sometimes female, sometimes male. I've seen too many guys who try to make the switch, and it's a disaster; they're no long male, and and even less female."

"My sentiments exactly," Mia commented.

I said, "I've investigated a bit. I believe I could take a minimal dose, and my breasts could grow a little, without too many side effects. I like the idea of wearing a bikini, and getting a bra tan; I've seen photos of men where the tan accentuates their breasts. They look bigger, and feminine. I'd try that."

She nodded, but said nothing, so I continued.

"There's a strong humiliation component. You could order me to remove my shirt at any time, in front of anyone, and they'd be shocked. You could tell them in advance, but words would never convey. Upon that visual, they'd understand the depth of my submission to you."

She commented, "OK. You do what you want, and I'll support it."

I added, "We could take a vacation to an adult resort, where I could be in public wearing a bikini."

She smiled, "I do like dressing you up. This could be fun!"

It was early Spring, and there was a spot on my roof that was flat and private enough for us to sunbathe. It was accessed from our attic/dungeon.

The next morning, I prepared our tanning area with loungers and fans, and Mia went thru her swim suits. I walked into her room, saw them all laying on the bed, and immediately grew hard. As usual, I was wearing panties, and had long known which of my panties would contain my balls and hard-on. This would be the goal for my new bikini bottoms. She took some pleasure, making me try on every single one, giggling when I put on a one-piece, which looked ridiculous to the point of comical, my hard cock protruding beneath the fabric.

I started to get soft, and she seductively said, "I need my little bikini-slave nice and hard, so we can make sure your little pee pee doesn't poke out. Keep that cock nice and hard for me." I swooned and my cock grew back to full size. She added, "Most of the time, I'll want your pee pee to be tiny, and not all pokey-pokey. You'll be walking around like a girl, so we'll want you nice and tiny. Will you be able to do that for me?" Again, I swooned.

We settled on my bikini. It was stretchy. The bottom had narrow sides, and the rear covered about two thirds of my cheeks. It was optimal smallness, and yet, when I was naked, the bikini bottom tan would be unmistakable. The top had perfect triangles, fitting such that my nipples were perfectly centered. The straps across my back and neck were wide, and would also be unmistakable. If I took my shirt off, if only seen from behind, anyone would know it was a bikini strap. It was as if this bikini had been made specifically for this male slave. It coaxed me to try the hormones, and grow some little boobies.

We settled in our tanning area. Mia put tanning cream on my back; I covered the rest of my body. She laid down, wearing only a tiny thong bottom, and I settled into giving her a luxuriating massage, working tanning cream into every inch of her succulent body. Upon completion of her massage, she said, "Lets see," and she looked under the strap crossing my back. She smiled and said, "Nice."

I laid on my back, and felt the sun doing it's job. My bra tan would be like a tattoo; it would be indelible, and I'd be stuck with it for months. After ninety minutes, the job was done; I was irretrievably branded. Mia lifted the edge of my bikini bra and her eyes went wide,

"Oh my! You tan really fast!"

We went inside, to her bedroom, and stood naked in front of the full length mirror.

My bikini tan was stark! My boobies were so accentuated; they were surreal!

She grabbed her phone and took photos, some with us both, some of only me.

I wanted sex, growing hard, but she had other ideas. Into her make-up area; I sat and my face was transformed, topped off with come-fuck-me red lips. Then the short wig, which feminized me such that I could pass as female publicly, (although we'd never tried it). Then came high heels. She surveyed her work, like an Artist.

I was feminized at the top, and heels at the bottom, and bikini tan in between, but by her expression, the Artist was not quite done. In front of the mirror, we gazed. I looked like a small breasted girl, (except of course, for my genitals).

"I know what's missing," she said. She tossed me a bra, panties, a skirt and top. "Go get your boobies and put these on."

I asked, "What are you thinking?"

She smiled, "We're going to the sex shop, and we're going to get you a cock-lock."

I was shocked. We'd briefly mentioned cock-locks, but she said my celibacy was voluntary, and panties were adequate for containing my horny cock. Now, suddenly she wanted me in a cock-lock. She saw my face; a look of horror at going out in public, and confusion about having to wear a cock-lock.

She smiled, "It's not to literally lock your cock, it's a fashion statement. This tanned-femmy-slave-boy look is close, but it's simply incomplete. You MUST be wearing a cock-lock!"

I could have refused, but never had I refused anything, and at some level, I knew this day was coming. She drove, and I sat next to her, and stared straight ahead as we drove past a female neighbor, who did not recognize me. In the sex shop, it was surprisingly comfortable. Presumably, everyone knew I was a guy in drag, but they just took it in stride. Being with a sexy young woman didn't hurt. In addition to a cock lock, we bought a couple dildos, (can't have too many dildos), and a ball gag.

Checking out, my eyes met with the check-out girl; she gave me a slight smile, and nod of approval.

Back home, Mia was excited to see me wearing the cock-lock, which for the first time, was tricky putting on. "Hurry up," she said impatiently. Soon I stood before her in my heels, make-up and wig, with my newly burned-on bikini tan, and the cock-lock. She was so excited, I'd not seen her like this before.

"Perfect!" She exclaimed, "You just look perfect! I want to show you off to Missy," Her flight attendant friend. I was her erotic art project, that's what she was excited about. My cock was soft in it's cage, as I posed for photos.

"Get it hard," she commanded. Normally I was hard on command, but it wasn't cooperating. Mia had the solution, pulling out a butt plug, "This will add to the look. Get this in your ass. I'd love to see you getting fucked in the ass like this. I'd make an entire movie of it."

It was a turn-on hearing her talk like this, imagining Mistress Mia supervising me being fucked. As I worked the plug in my sissy hole, my cock hardened in its cage.

She took close-up photos of my cock trying to bulge out, and more photos, in various poses, some with legs spread showing the plug in my ass. She had me tweak my nipples while she took video and photos.

Of all my kinks, crossdressing was what she most related to, and this was an extension, ultra-kinky, erotic crossdressing. I'd always wanted her more engaged. Plus, I was her slave, who had never once refused a command. My "brainwashing" seemed to have worked, thus far.

"Get your bikini on, we're going back out to the roof."

I pulled on my bikini bottom without removing my cock-lock, which was clearly outlined under the fabric.

While we tanned, she texted photos of me to her friend Missy. They texted for a while. Mia lifted my bra and smiled, "I had no idea how much I'd enjoy this," as she mulled over the contrast, wearing an expression of satisfaction. "Lets head back inside."

We stood in the attic/dungeon, which was quite hot, and we began to sweat. Mia idly toyed with the bondage ropes, perhaps sending an unspoken threat, "I'm going to have Missy spend a long lay-over here next week. You are going to serve us, and you are going to be dressed as I say, and you will do as I say. If we decide to take you out in public, you will go. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

Had created a monster? She was dominant, not because I wanted her to be, but for the first time, because she was emotionally invested in me as her "creation". It both excited, and scared me.

We took a shower together, and I kneeled, and shaved her pussy to perfection, a thin strip on top. My cock-lock was still in place, inhibiting my hard-on. I kissed her freshly shaved pussy in the shower, only making my cock harder inside it's cage.

We toweled and remained naked.

"Come with me," as she walked back to the attic.

Soon I was strung up, spread eagle, with the dildo secured at the floor, and buried in my ass. I couldn't help myself, and rotated on the dildo; I was a slut.

Mia removed the cock-lock, and put lotion on my cock with her left had, and began switching my ass the her right hand, sitting comfortably on the short stool. Both of us were sweating profusely.

I twitched as the switch landed on my ass.

"I must be careful," she said, "I don't want to leave scars on your perfect, white, girly tushy." I moaned as she stroked my cock.

"Missy has already told me she wants to fuck you," Mistress said. "While you are in femmy mode, she wants to fuck you. I want you to take a Viagra, and I want you to fuck her for as long as she wants, and exactly how she instructs. Make her come, but you are not to come."

At this point in my life, I did not yet know it, but my self-brainwashing had already permanently conditioned my mind. No matter what woman I might be with, I never have been able to orgasm unless my mind was entirely focused on Mia.

"Even though we're heading into Summer, you will keep your body shaved."

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

"I enjoy dressing you up, but still having you as a male," she said.

"Would you like me to be more involved with your feminization?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied.

I think you should jack-off in front of the mirror, looking at your bikini body."

"I would love that Mistress," I replied.

"Lets go," she said, and reached to unbind me.

She took the dildo on the stick with us.

In front of the full length mirror, she laid out a towel, and laid down on it. I stood above her, with my feet on either side, and we positioned the dildo stick between her legs, just below her pussy. Because I was already stretched, the dildo slid easily all the way into my ass. I stood above her, and slowly began to stroke.

She looked up, "Do you like your bikini tan? And do you like that cock in your boy-pussy?"

She'd never uttered anything close to "boy-pussy". She was actively engaged in my feminization process. "Do you want to grow little boobies, so you'll no longer need your falsies?"

"Oh yes Mistress!"

The decision was made; I'd be trying hormones asap.

"Stroke your nipples," she said, while she stroked her own.

I did as she ordered, wishing I had breasts, with female sensitive nipples.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My stark bikini tan, my hips involuntarily pumping on the dildo, I was ready to come.

"May I come Mistress?"

And without awaiting her answer, I jetted come down onto her body, from her chin down to her pussy. My knees slightly buckled, jamming the dildo even deeper.

"Good girl," she smiled.

I laid the dildo to the side, and began reverently licking my cum.

She didn't even wait for me to finish, but scampered up onto the bed, and handed me her favorite two headed vibrator. (The clit head vibrated and the vaginal head did not).

She placed the towel under herself, and said, "Get to work."

She closed her eyes and lightly rocked while I worked the vibrator as she'd taught over the months. In moments, she gasped, and I watched the liquid gush from her pussy, around the dildo. I turned off the vibration, and held it perfectly still, as she enjoyed her orgasmic afterglow.
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