"Hey honey. You still OK tied to that chair? The adapted fucking machine isn't too harsh or your cock is it?"
You moan into your gag. You have no idea how long you've been tied up. The machine has been torturing you for days. It's dildo replaced by a Fleshlight, hooked up to electrodes, it's stroked you on the edge. The sun has risen at least twice since you started.
"I know it's hard for you to do this, but I promise this is it now. Once I turn off this machine your training is finished."
Oh god! At last! You've suffered for so long to be with her. Your heart jumps for joy even through your exhaustion. The adrenaline, endorphins and sleep deprivation make you sick in the pit of your stomach.
Step 2:
"OK, now, let me switch this off. There. I'm going to unlock your off-hand, and I'd like to talk to you before I unlock your restraints. I want you to play with yourself, edge for me, but don't cum."
After days of edging, the last thing you want is to stroke. But you have to be with her. She unlocks your hand but not your elbow, all you can do is stroke for her. Anything for her.
"It's been a long time since your training started hasn't it? You've come so far for me. I'm so proud of you. I don't know if you'll want to be with me after what I'm about to tell you, but I want you to decide. Since I'm not going to unlock your dildo-gag, you'll have to tell me your decision by your orgasm. So don't cum unless you want to make the decision that goes with it!"
Step 3:
"See, when I first met you I knew you'd be one of the three types of people I find attractive. Not a woman of course, you were a man. That's why I lured you out into the courtyard that night."
You shake and shiver with the effort of staying on the edge still. Excited and nervous, her scent overpowering your senses. The ropes and chains and restraints bite against your soft flesh.
"Awww, you really are horny for me aren't you? Hand off a minute then, let's get you calmed down."
You let go. Your cock burns and aches, red raw. Your entire body is on fire.
Step 4:
"When I got you out that night and got you naked, I realized you weren't my second type either, a butch manly man with an ultra-massive cock. Don't get me wrong, you're not too bad, but it's not what I look for."
Your face burns with humiliation. Your heart still pounds against your chest. You almost long to have your cock locked back up in the chastity she's kept you in since the surgery.
"So, I decided, I'd have to train you to be my third type. It was a long process, wasn't it honey? The first step was to get you ruining your own orgasm every time. It was a small sacrifice for you to make for such a hot girl, but you didn't realize it would only serve to make you ever more horny."
"Why don't you stroke yourself back to the edge for me?"
Step 5:
The edge burns. You want to scream but the gag's penis is down your throat, its balls filling your mouth.
"And once you were horny it was easy to manipulate you further. That's when I got you edging before each ruined orgasm, didn't I? Of course that made you infinitely more horny. Each edge would wind you up more than your ruined orgasm could relieve. So horny you couldn't stay soft, could you? No-one could."
Oh god, she's taking her clothes off again. After months and months of seeing her naked and eating her out six times a day, and fucking her with a strap-on every night, the sight of her still turns you on so much. So hot, so perfect.
Step 6:
"Of course I didn't let on that I knew that, so I introduced your first chastity device to train you to have control. Little did you know that since I'd made you so horny, that it would train you instead to get instantly hard the moment you were unlocked."
Oh god. She did what? But wait, didn't she...
"And I then used that as an excuse to lock you up in the nice, tight, secure metal chastity belt that you've worn with only a few tiny breaks for almost a whole year."
Oh god, she put you in this cruel device on purpose! She PLANNED it! Your heart sinks, but pounds all the faster.
"Let go of your cock now, sweety."
Step 7:
"I know a lot about chastity belts. I bought the tightest, most secure belt I could. One that would remove as much possible stimulation to your under-sized cock as possible."
"You see, by denying you every possible sensation, you'd become hornier, more frustrated, more addicted to me than ever. And of course, unless you did what I wanted, you'd be trapped in that thing. The level of control made me so horny."
The tears well in your eyes, running down and dripping on your breasts. Your cheeks burn with frustration and betrayal.
Step 8:
"All that control gave me everything you owned, while you got hornier and hornier. Then it allowed me to feminize you. My perfect little sissy slut. Body hair and beard gone forever. Stroke again, my little toy."
Please not this. You want to be with her, not be tortured by her. You want to ask how she could do this but the gag is in the way. You want to run, but you're lashed securely to the chair and utterly exhausted. Reluctantly your manicured hand goes for your throbbing cock.
"And of course, since you then had nowhere to go, I made you into my house-maid. Having you live here, slaving away for me day after day while I feminized you further and further. No life but pleasing me."
Step 9:
"Once I had you completely and hopelessly addicted, letting you stroke your over-sized clit allowed me to extract some promises from you. That's how you ended up with those nice round breasts of yours. And how you ended up sucking and fucking my strap-on."
"But the really evil thing was spiking all your food and drink these last six months with ever increasing doses of Viagra. Without it, you'll be pretty much impotent, especially after the last two weeks I've had you tied to the fucking machine, training your body not to get hard ever again."
You scream into the gag. You thrash at your restraints but to no avail.
"Now keep stroking. Stay on the edge while you can or I'll make you regret it."
Realising you have little choice, you comply, your whole body shaking with emotion.
Step 10:
"So, you are now what I want in a partner, my third type. A feminised, chaste she-male. You can be my lesbian girlfriend. I'll get a new maid and you can live with your billionaire girlfriend in the lap of luxury."
Oh god, you get to be with her? You need to fuck her so bad. You need to get hard and fuck her so much.
"If that's what you want, you can let go of your cock right now, forfeit your orgasm and forget about getting hard now or ever again. Let go of your clit and lock your hand back in the restraint. I'll lock your sissy clit in the chastity belt, and fill the lock with a special resin, never to open ever again. Your only hope to cum is with a vibrator, like my lesbian girlfriend you're supposed to be."
Oh god, not that! To be with her, but permanently denied. Forever a feminised sissy?
Step 11:
"Of course, I didn't tell you what you'd have to do to be with me when we started or you'd just have said no. You may still not want to be with me on those terms. I'll understand."
Oh thank god, a way out!
"You still owe me though. So, I'll let you have a ruined orgasm and lock your hand back in the restraint, then lock your clit back up in chastity. You can live as my chaste, sissy house maid for five years of devoted service. If you do this, I'll buy you a house in a distant city, a wealth of new, respectable girly clothes, and leave in there a time-locked safe. In five further years it will open and you will find your chastity key so you can play with your limp little clit as much as you like. Plus there'll be enough money to pay to have your breasts removed and to de-feminise yourself as much as medicine will allow."
What? That's horrible. Surely there must be another way?
Step 12:
"Of course all this could have just been a really poor ploy to fuck me. You might not really love me or respect me. I have a plan for that too."
No it isn't like that! You shake in fear and horniness as you hold the edge.
"You can cum. Cum and cum and cum before your pathetic little sissy clit goes permanently limp. I've a nice spiked attachment for the inside of your chastity belt to make sure you can't even use a vibrator to orgasm inside the belt. I'll lock you back up with the sealing resin."
Oh god no! Anything but that!
"Then I'll inject a little something to make you sleep. You'll wake up in a distant city, with nothing but your sexy lingerie, slutty clothing, make-up and a few condoms. Dressed like a whore and with no money or home, I'm sure that with the skills I've taught you, you can make a living somehow."
Step 13:
"Those then are your choices honey.
Life as my permanently feminised lesbian girlfriend, as the sexy girl with locked-up clit I always wanted to marry. I'll fuck you as much as I can, but I can't guarantee you'll like the way you get to cum in your cage. You always said you wanted to be with me, and I love my sissy girlfriend so much. The question is how badly you want to become mine?"
Or a stint as my chaste sissy maid slave, being with me in service, since you said you'd do anything to please me. Do right by me and then live your life, or whatever is left of it.
Or life as a slutty, pimped-out sissy-whore in cruel permanent chastity with anal milkings as your only sexual relief if you're just an ungrateful wanker who wanted nothing more than to fuck me."
Step 14:
Oh god. Are those choices? You're so horny. The edge hurts so much. You can feel the viagra wearing off, your cock starting to soften. You don't have much time.
But she is so beautiful, so hot, so perfect. She loves you and wants to be with you, but only if you're a girl. You're far too horny to make this decision. Far, far too horny.
"What's it to be honey? Please honey! I love you so much! Won't you please become mine at last so I can make you cum and cum and cum inside your permanent cage??"
In that instant you know the answer. Your girly, manicured hand follows suit.
