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It had been more than a month since I was forced from being a successful salesman into being a girlie whore by Mistress. As I sat there in my cage in the dark basement I could find nothing else to do with my time but reflect on my situation.

I was no longer held against my will that was for sure. I liked most of what happened to me. The worshipping of Mistress just got better and better, dressing as a woman was surprisingly something I enjoyed and I had learned

to be really good at walking in high heels. I also found, again to my surprise, that I loved her constant humiliation of me. But best of all was the sex. I had never been attracted to men, and still wasn’t really, but I was finding that I somehow enjoyed being fucked by men. Mistress wanted me to express gratitude, and for the discovery that having dicks inside me was something I loved I truly was grateful.

There were some misgivings though. Not that I had ever expressed them, I was simply too afraid of her to complain. I wished she would keep that cane locked up and that she would relieve me of my chastity device.

She used the cane to modify aspects of my behaviour which she did not approve of. I knew and accepted that but it was still incredibly painful. As for the chastity device, well it had now been more than a month and my balls were about ready to explode. Time and time again my dick tried to become erect only to find itself constrained painfully. As I was sitting there thinking and waiting for Mistress to appear it happened again. Ouch! 

Finally, lights were turned on and Mistress came down the stairs followed by the four men, who had all fucked me every day since I became Mistress’ slave. As usual I was taken upstairs to the bathroom to shower and then back to the basement again to dress and apply makeup.

As I sat down in front of the mirror to begin applying my makeup, Mistress stood behind me and with both hands started to caress my chest. “You have started to grow breasts, whore. Haven’t you noticed?”

I looked down and to my horror I saw that she was right. They were still tiny, my “breasts”, but she was absolutely right and not only had I grown tiny breasts but my nipples had grown bigger. I had not noticed before, how could I have missed it? But even more importantly, how the hell had it happened?

“Remember the vitamins I have been giving you every day? Well, I suppose they are a special kind of vitamin, some people would even call them hormones, female hormones. I have given them to you because I want you to grow tits and hips and perhaps even help your voice to become softer, more appropriate for your new life. I don’t think a deep voice is appropriate for a girl like you. Do you?”

“Niet, Gaspazha.” What could I say? But I was furious. She had told me she was giving me vitamins and then it turns out she was giving me hormones that changed my body. How could she? Even though I was so far enjoying most of my stay in her basement I would still have liked to have a chance of returning to a “normal” life someday, and how could I now? I could see myself walking into a pub approaching a lady and saying to her: “How would you like to come to my place. You can play with my tits, if you like.” Hilarious, wasn’t it?

Mistress was still playing with my new tits. “You must be so happy, finally you have more than just your cunt and mouth to offer to the men that you like so much. I hope you are grateful.”

“I am. Spasiba Gaspazha.” I hated myself for being such a coward but I was really too afraid of her punishment to tell her what I really thought.

“Good. Soon your hips will start growing as well and as a special treat for you I might allow you to have a breast enlargement operation later on, but first we will see how big they become on their own.”

Without further ado she let me finish my makeup and then gave me my clothes to wear. Once again they were new, not that she gave me new clothes every day but it did happen very often. Today she had decided that I did not need a bra and the girdle and stockings were white. Everything else was pink, a pink blouse too short to conceal my navel, a pink skirt that was only hiding my dick and balls when I was standing up - sitting down everything would be fully visible - and a pair of pink shoes with heels higher than I had ever seen before.

Today, the vitamins nearly choked me. They were once again washed down by the intake of Mistress’ urine.

“There girl, that is much better. You have to take your vitamins every day so that your tits and hips will grow. And then, maybe one day I will allow you to go shopping with me. I know how much you would enjoy trying on new dresses and shoes together with me. And, as my slave you would carry my bags.”

“But today we are having a party. Straight after lunch a bunch of people I have invited will arrive and you will serve them as well as serving me and my four assistants. Serving them means serving them drinks and fulfilling any sexual wish they might have. Is that understood, girl?”

“Da Gaspazha. Spasiba.”

My lunch that day consisted of dog food served in a bowl. That was not new to me, I had been served dog food several times the previous month but it still tasted awful. I ate it obviously, afraid of my punishment if I didn’t.

The guests started to arrive. While they were coming in two of the men set up a bar in a corner of the dungeon with plenty of drinks behind it and I was ordered to stand behind the bar.

In the end it turned out there were twenty guests. There were eight Dominas with male slaves and two with female slaves. All the Dominas were wearing really sexy outfits, most of them leather or latex outfits and the two female slaves were wearing ridiculously short skirts just like me.

As instructed, I started to prepare the welcome drinks. 15 glasses of rosé wine, one for Mistress, one for each of her assistants, and one for each of the visiting Dominas. Plus, of course, 11 glasses of water for the slaves.

Mistress came to the bar to pick her drink and then dragged me out from behind the bar so that everyone could see me. She raised her voice to silence the guests for a moment. “I would like to welcome all you ladies to this little gathering and I hope you will all enjoy the afternoon. As you all know it’s been a while and that is because I have been busy training my new slave, Yvonne. She thought she was coming here to sell me washing machines but instead she ended up my slave. She also thought she was a man but as you can all see that was all just in her mind.” She lifted my skirt so that they could all see my chastised dick. I heard a few giggles around the room and one male slave laughed out loud. Needless to say I was completely and utterly humiliated. “As you can see that dick is no threat to you ladies, it can only be used to pee with.”

“As the good girl I have taught her to be, she has taken her hormones every day now for five weeks and this morning we saw the first result. The tramp has started to grow breasts and is now beginning to look like the whore she wants to be. She really looks forward to men and women playing with her new tits so please feel free to help yourself. Of course, if you prefer your slaves to do it that is up to you. And not are her tits at your disposal, if you find another way to make her please you feel free. Yvonne is at your disposal, no matter what you would like.”

I was allowed to return to stand behind the bar. At first the guests were just standing in small groups around the room talking, while they were drinking their drinks and I was left second guessing what might be in store for me for the rest of the day. Sex with some of the men, no doubt. I could deal with that but ten unknown Dominas, there was bound to be one or two, that were even meaner than Mistress. I had to admit to being just a little nervous.

After a while, one of the Dominas came to the bar. “A glass of red wine for me and a blowjob for my slave.” No need for her to say please, after all I was just a slave.

I poured her a glass of red wine and then went round the bar to face her slave. He was already standing with his erected dick in his hand, I fell to my knees and started sucking. It was not long before he had filled my mouth with cum.

The next couple of hours were not particularly eventful. I did my job as a bartender and at some point two of the men I was used to serving sexually came behind the bar and gave me a thorough fucking. Apart from that I was mostly a spectator and I was almost starting to be bored.

That changed very suddenly when Mistress came to the bar. “Strip, whore. I want to see you with nothing on but your girdle, stockings and shoes. Now!” I quickly removed my blouse and skirt and joined Mistress at the other side of the bar. Another slave replaced me behind the bar.

Mistress dragged me over to where the two Dominas with female slaves were. To the two slaves she simply said “get started.”

The two women started to strip as well and before long they too were wearing only a girdle, stockings and shoes. Since my incarceration I had not seen a naked woman and now I was looking at two of them. My chastity device passed the test, much to my regret.

They both started touching me all over. They paid particular attention to my new tits, sucking and playing with them. All the time they were saying things like, “What a nice body you have, girl. I just can’t get enough of it. Your tits look as if you were only 13. I love it. I hope you like my body as well, honey.”

I mumbled something in reply. No matter how much I ached to touch the two women I deliberately kept my hands at my sides. Touching them would just have made the pain from the chastity device even worse.

One of them started kissing me and it wasn’t just any kiss, her tongue went deep into my mouth. Her two hands caressed my buttocks and when she was finally done the other slave took over.

Had this happened on the first day as Mistress’ slave, it might not have been so bad but after a month of not being able to cum it was worse than being caned! How was it possible to enjoy yourself so much and at the same time suffer more than ever imaginable?

“Oh, honey, look at her slave dick. It is of no use to us. We will have to think of something.” As if on cue, Mistress handed her a strap-on and the slave tied it around my waist and told me to lie down on the floor. Immediately one of them sat on my face and told me to lick her and the other woman sat on the dildo.

The one sitting on my face pulled my hands up to caress her tits then started to play with my tits. I was having sex with two gorgeous women without a chance of getting an erection! How on earth did I manage to end up in a situation like this?

They both ‘came’ and then traded places. The one now sitting on my face was so wet I could really taste her juices. With my nose halfway up her ass it almost felt like I was drowning.

As I was struggling with the pain in my dick and my scrotum the two slaves were having a great time. I could hear them moaning and after a while they both let out a scream as they both had another orgasm. The audience, which I was unable to see with an ass on my face, started clapping.

When I finally stood up again I thanked Mistress. She looked at me. “Well, it is a start that you are grateful. You have now proven that not only are you a horny slut but also that you are bisexual. That is fine with me as long as you understand that you are not worthy of sex with me. I don‘t have sex with slaves”

“I am glad I am not like you, but I guess that is just the difference between a Lady and a whore like you. For the rest of the day I want you to stay the way you are now so that the men can have a good look at your new tits. Who knows, maybe you will get lucky once again, whore. Get back behind the bar.”

I went back to my duties as a bartender and, indeed, I did get lucky. The attention I had from men the rest of the day was quite incredible. All of them wanted to touch my breasts, some of them wanted blowjobs and a few of them wanted to fuck me. And, in all cases I obliged, of course. It was my duty as a slave.

Finally the guests left. After escorting them to the door Mistress came back down to the basement again.

“I thought that went rather well but no thanks to you. You were far too busy pleasing yourself by having sex with one man after another. How many times do I have to tell you that you are here to please me not to please yourself?”

“But Mistress, I…”

“Shut up, whore! There is no excuse for your behaviour and much to my regret I will have to punish you. Get over to the cross now!”

I was strapped to the cross, and Mistress started her instructions. “I am going to give you fifty strokes with the cane. For every stroke, you will count and thank me, in Russian.

Panic. I only know how to count to five in Russian. I had to do something to avoid the situation from spiraling out of control. “No, Mistress please…”

“Silence bitch. You will do as instructed or the punishment will be more severe. And, no more objections, for every time you object I will add another ten strokes.”

I kept silent but not because I wanted to. What the hell was I to do? This could turn ugly.

The first stroke hit. “Adjin. Spasiba Gaspazha.”

After the fifth stroke, I said “Pjat. Spasiba Gaspazha.” And now I was really scared.

After the sixth stroke, I simply said “Spasiba Gaspazha.”

“What was that, slave? I didn’t hear you count. You do know that you are supposed to, don’t you?

“Yes Mistress, but I don’t know how to. I can only count to five in Russian.”

“That’s tough luck for you, slave. That means you failed to follow my instructions, and that will cost you. I will add another twenty five strokes. From now on you will count in English and thank me in Russian.”

She continued to give me the worst caning of my entire stay. Before she reached fifty strokes the pain was unbearable and I could not imagine how I was going to survive the rest. By the time she reached seventy five I thought I was going to pass out.

Finally, I was taken down from the cross and put back in the now familiar cage. Usually, Mistress was happy just to lock me in the cage but today she also handcuffed me to one of the bars of the cage.

“I almost started to feel sorry for you towards the end of the punishment so I have decided to give you a little consolation.” She produced a huge dildo which she shoved up my anus.

I hope the punishment taught you a lesson, bitch. You are here for my pleasure and your life has no other justification. Have you understood that?”

“Da, Gaspazha. Spasiba.”

“Good. I will leave you for the night now and we will see tomorrow how much of that lesson you have really learnt.” She left the basement with her four helpers and turned off the lights on her way out.

Sleep didn’t come easy. Learning about the hormone treatment had been a shock to me. I was no longer just a man dressed as a woman. I was becoming a real girl with tits and hips. I had truly been transformed!

The end                             
 

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