How my Mistress Submitted,Feminized Me and...
A few years ago, I met Natacha. She is a slender Slavic beauty with a pretty face with high cheekbones and dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders.
I immediately fell for her and we decided to live together a few months later.
I remember our first days together...
Concerning her sexuality, she confesses to me:
- I want you to know that I have always refused to have sex with a man. Only my lesbian friends have this right by using their toys.
But, if you agree to obey me, I will make you discover other pleasures that you will love.
- I suggest you start by trying a chastity cage, the key to which I will keep by becoming the guardian of your sexuality. I will reward you every week if I am satisfied with you.
In love with her, I give her my consent. She imprisons my penis in a metal cage by pushing a long insert into my penis so that I can close it. After a few days of adaptation, I loved wearing it because it gives me many erections by making me think about sex all day long.
A week goes by and Natacha asks me to lie down on the sofa in the living room. She opens my cage to wash myself and shave my penis. It is also the day of my reward, being satisfied with me, she begins to masturbate me with one expert hand while massaging my perineum with the other. When she sees in my eyes that I am about to cum, she stops for a few seconds to squeeze the base of my penis with her fingers and make my excitement subside.
After an hour, I beg her to let me cum.
Seeing my balls rise in rhythm and hearing me moan with pleasure, she finishes me off by pushing her middle finger into my anus to massage my prostate.
My sap then spurts out in powerful jets on my chest.
- If you continue to give me as much pleasure with your tongue as you do, I will make you cum like this every week, she tells me
I have become an expert in cunnilingus by loving having my head between her thighs because it is the only possibility I have left to soothe my senses.
My perverse Mistress often invokes false pretexts to delay my reward for several days. She knows that when she opens her thighs to me, I will rush to her knees, more excited and hungry than ever.
The following days she makes me try on her bras, garter belts, panties, nighties, stockings while analyzing my attitudes.
She notices that I take great pleasure in seeing myself as a girl in front of the mirror in our bedroom, in feeling the touch of my satin nighties on my skin, the tension of my stockings on my thighs and the heavy swinging of my breasts when I move. She understands that by feminizing myself, I will be more and more submissive to her.
Since then, we have been looking at websites together to buy the underwear that I dream of.
Three years have just passed, Natacha has become more and more dominant in bed as in the city. It is quite the opposite as far as I am concerned, because wearing my chastity cage permanently night and day while knowing that my sex life depends entirely on her makes me more patient and submissive than ever. She also made me discover that it is easier for me to obey her than to decide for her.
My wardrobe being full of lingerie, I have the pleasure of wearing them constantly at home. I love sitting like a girl on the toilet to relieve my bladder by unhooking my suspenders under the approving gaze of my Mistress. She now wants to complete my feminization and tells me that the best solution would be to castrate me to suppress my testosterone production. I will look more like a woman in mygestures and in my behaviors.
During our sexual games to better feminize me, she now makes me enjoy only my pussy like a woman by making me discover the sensitivity of the first seven centimeters of my anus and my G-spot. It is a more erogenous and better vascularized zone than a vagina, she tells me.
Since then, it is thanks to her who handles her toys with an expert hand that the pleasures of my pussy have become much more intense than my penile orgasm.
At the beginning of the evening, she offers me a role play by asking me to wait a few moments while she changes.
When I see her come back, she is wearing a red and black latex Dominatrix outfit that highlights her magnificent chest.
She is perched on stiletto heels topped with matching thigh boots from which spring her slender thighs covered in nylon.
My gaze is drawn to the impressive strap-on dildo attached to her waist.
The straps are so tight that the one that passes between her thighs disappears completely in her pussy.
I am fascinated by this monstrous pole of more than a kilo that comes out of her belly falling heavily on her knees.
I can't stop my clitoris from flowing into its cage seeing Natacha ready to give me this pleasure...
She makes me sit in front of her boudoir to put on my makeup and adjust a curly blonde wig on my head. Then, she helps me put on my luxurious cervin stockings by attaching them to the eight suspenders of my corset.
To finish, she pulls up on my hips a pretty satin split panty that leaves my clitoris exposed in its cage as well as my pussy.
I barely have time to slip my feet into my pumps that Natacha drags me by the waist into the next room by lying me down on her medical table.
Staring at me with her fiery gaze, she spreads my thighs, placing my legs in gutters and my feet in the stirrups that she attaches with straps.
- I'm going to open your cage now, she tells me.
She removes the key hanging from her neck to free me.
Then, she removes the insert stuck in my sex. She then discovers my tiny clitoris flaccid after three long years of chastity day and night
She can't hold back a mocking smile as she measures it.
- I'm going to have to change your cage again for a smaller one because your sex has lost four centimeters in three years.
I'm not surprised and rather satisfied with this observation. I read in a medical journal that by wearing my cage permanently, I would no longer be able to have the nocturnal erections essential to the proper functioning of my erectile tissues, which would atrophy over the years.
This is why my sex has shrunk and my erections have become rare.
It's an advantage when I wear my lingerie at home, because I can better hide my sex in my underwear.
Natacha takes me out of my thoughts by coming to settle between my thighs and holding her enormous dildo in both hands, which she presses against my rosette.
Lying on my back, I arch my back while pushing as if I were in the toilet to impale myself more quickly.
The sight of my stiletto heels jumping above my head under the assaults of my Mistress excites me to the highest point.
My pussy opens wide like a ripe fruit devouring this cyclopean sex that sinks into my kidneys.
Each centimeter gives me a new pleasure.
Feeling the testicles of the dildo against my buttocks, I realize with amazement that it is buried up to the hilt.
I open my buttocks with both hands to better impale myself on this sex that destroys me.
-You give yourself to me like a real woman, exclaims Natacha.
With my head thrown back, my eyes half-closed, I moan every time
in my kidneys.
My anal pleasure is so subtle that a change of angle, of rhythm changes everything.
To amplify it, I arch my kidneys while slowly rotating my buttocks on the enormous dildo that serves as a pivot.
While masturbating, my Mistress pounds me harder until thick streams of sap cling like garlands to my stockings.
I stay still for a moment to better feel the last throes of my anus while she removes her dildo from my pussy. During our games, she does not fail to encourage my masochistic tendencies by imposing BDSM and bondage sessions on me.
She also sometimes simulates my castration when I am tied up on her medical table. She comes to stand between my thighs while holding a knife in her hand. With a strange gleam in her eyes, she pulls on my penis to be able to cut it right at its root. Then she slides the back of her blade over its base, cutting it from all angles. I feel both excitement and fear knowing her animosity towards men.
During lunch Natacha talks to me about our relationship problem.
-Your clit is more and more inert, it is no longer of any use to you or to me. I want you to know that when you are castrated, you will no longer be a man in my eyes but a lesbian. Like my friends, you will therefore be able to make me come by stimulating my pussy and my anus with my toys.
I insist that you let me castrate you as soon as possible.
- I have inquired about the different solutions that exist: I can incise your balls for three centimeters to take out your testicles and then cut them off.
- I have the possibility of using the burdizzo which has the advantage of giving faster results but its appearance of big pliers is really frightening.
- I chose the elastrator which has a reassuring aspect.
She has wanted it for so long that I accept this sacrifice by telling her that I would like to be able to continue to wear my cage because I feel naked without it and that I will also have the impression that nothing has changed.
- I am delighted to remain the guardian of your sex and I will continue to wash you every week. I am preparing everything for next Sunday because I will have received the elastrator.
The big day having arrived, my Mistress wakes me up at 7 am by bringing me breakfast. She already has her hair and makeup done. She is wearing a beautiful ivory-colored brown lace corset, a matching bra and cervin seamed stockings
- I want to be sure that your castration is successful, so you will keep the rubber bands around your testicles for 12 hours during which they will no longer be irrigated by your blood. Usually it takes less than 3 hours. They will naturally be eliminated from your body in the following weeks. So I am sure to achieve my goals.
She hands me a glass of water with a tablet in her hand.
- It's a powerful painkiller to prevent you from having pain, she tells me.
Then, she puts on my makeup and a blonde wig before tightening the laces of my favorite corset in my back. She then places my silicone breasts in the D cups of my lingerie. Finally, she helps me put on my seamed stockings by attaching them to the suspenders.
Then, she shows me the elastrator clamp, explaining how it works and how she will use it.
For greater efficiency, I bought very powerful rubber bands, I hope you will tolerate them.
We usually use this very effective clamp for cattle.
- I would now like to ask you a favor, she tells me
Before castrating you, I would like to be the last woman who makes you cum so that you remember me.
She comes to stand very close to me, laughing when she sees mespread my thighs.
Then, she gently removes my cage, using all her experience to make my tiny, flaccid cock grow.
After half an hour without any results, she takes her vibrator with which she often masturbated in front of me. For a while, she slides it slowly up and down along my frenulum without having any more success.
Disappointed, she then pushes her dildo into my pussy, skillfully massaging my prostate. This double stimulation quickly produces its effect.
My source of life begins to flow slowly, continuously and without spasms. It infiltrates the edge of my stockings before sliding inside my thighs.
Satisfied with her performance, Natacha comes to kiss me full on the mouth.
A few minutes later, she arms the clamp of the elastrator with an elastic band that she spreads to push my testicle inside.
-I am both upset and very excited thinking about what I am going to do to you she admits to me.
She only has to press the handle to release the powerful elastic band that will surround my gland with its deadly embrace.
She does not take her eyes off me for a long time, seeming to wait for a signal from me.
- You win, do to me what you have wanted for three years, I tell her.
Her eyes still fixed on me, she waits a moment longer in total silence before pressing the clamp without hesitation.
When the sound of a click sounds in the room, I feel the elastic band painfully tighten my gland and the blood cord that irrigates it.
Reassured by this first success, Natacha makes her twin sister suffer the same fate, appreciating this moment that will remain engraved in her memory.
- I will stay close to you until I remove your elastic bands.
After an hour my balls turn blue and 3 hours later they are all black. Seeing them my Mistress tells me with satisfaction:
-Your glands are now completely dead and necrotic, there is no turning back possible she assures me with a triumphant air.
- However, as a precaution, I prefer that you keep the rubber bands for another 7 hours as planned if it does not hurt you.
Then, placing the elastrator next to my penis, she takes close-up photos to show her friends and keep them as a souvenir because I am her first victim.
- I did not miss you, she tells me seeing the state of my balls.
Over the following months, Natacha applied herself to making me discover the life I could have if I became a woman. She amplified my addiction to dresses, skirts, lingerie by buying them with my credit card. She made me feel daily this irresistible pleasure of being desired and taken like a woman by wearing under her dress a strap-on dildo with which she fucked me unexpectedly in a room of the house after having lifted my skirt. In bed, since she had castrated me, I no longer had an erection and I was therefore more focused on my pussy and my prostate when she used her toys.
Every night at bedtime, she puts pressure on me by seeing my penis sticking out of my nightie. She tells me that it is awful with this bag of skin emptied of its testicles hanging between my thighs.
If you let me take care of your clit, I will have you implanted with pretty breasts at my expense afterwards.
- I offered you the virginity of my pussy when we met, I gave you my virility when you castrated me and now you want to emasculate me? I told her angrily
I felt hurt when she told me these truths, but deep down I know she is right to want to cut off what is left of my penis.
This sacrifice she expects from me reminds me of our game that we like to relive together when she lays me down on her medical table by putting my feet in the stirrups and immobilizing my body with straps. I see her again approaching me with a knife in her hand, pretending to cut off my penis with the back of her blade. I know she will do it without weakening when the time comes.
Under pressure from my Mistress, I finally agree by asking her how she will proceed.
By lifting and pulling your penis with my hand, I will manage to cut it right at its root so that nothing remains visible on the surface.
Then, I will slide a thin tube into your urethra to prevent it from getting blocked when you heal. So you will be able to relieve your bladder without any problem. Thousands of people have been operated on this way in previous centuries
If the result does not suit you, you can always have another operation in a clinic.
I ask her why she wants to operate on me.
I have already made you impotent and sterile with your chastity cage and your castration but I want to remove the little virility you have left so that we can live together.
I immediately fell for her and we decided to live together a few months later.
I remember our first days together...
Concerning her sexuality, she confesses to me:
- I want you to know that I have always refused to have sex with a man. Only my lesbian friends have this right by using their toys.
But, if you agree to obey me, I will make you discover other pleasures that you will love.
- I suggest you start by trying a chastity cage, the key to which I will keep by becoming the guardian of your sexuality. I will reward you every week if I am satisfied with you.
In love with her, I give her my consent. She imprisons my penis in a metal cage by pushing a long insert into my penis so that I can close it. After a few days of adaptation, I loved wearing it because it gives me many erections by making me think about sex all day long.
A week goes by and Natacha asks me to lie down on the sofa in the living room. She opens my cage to wash myself and shave my penis. It is also the day of my reward, being satisfied with me, she begins to masturbate me with one expert hand while massaging my perineum with the other. When she sees in my eyes that I am about to cum, she stops for a few seconds to squeeze the base of my penis with her fingers and make my excitement subside.
After an hour, I beg her to let me cum.
Seeing my balls rise in rhythm and hearing me moan with pleasure, she finishes me off by pushing her middle finger into my anus to massage my prostate.
My sap then spurts out in powerful jets on my chest.
- If you continue to give me as much pleasure with your tongue as you do, I will make you cum like this every week, she tells me
I have become an expert in cunnilingus by loving having my head between her thighs because it is the only possibility I have left to soothe my senses.
My perverse Mistress often invokes false pretexts to delay my reward for several days. She knows that when she opens her thighs to me, I will rush to her knees, more excited and hungry than ever.
The following days she makes me try on her bras, garter belts, panties, nighties, stockings while analyzing my attitudes.
She notices that I take great pleasure in seeing myself as a girl in front of the mirror in our bedroom, in feeling the touch of my satin nighties on my skin, the tension of my stockings on my thighs and the heavy swinging of my breasts when I move. She understands that by feminizing myself, I will be more and more submissive to her.
Since then, we have been looking at websites together to buy the underwear that I dream of.
Three years have just passed, Natacha has become more and more dominant in bed as in the city. It is quite the opposite as far as I am concerned, because wearing my chastity cage permanently night and day while knowing that my sex life depends entirely on her makes me more patient and submissive than ever. She also made me discover that it is easier for me to obey her than to decide for her.
My wardrobe being full of lingerie, I have the pleasure of wearing them constantly at home. I love sitting like a girl on the toilet to relieve my bladder by unhooking my suspenders under the approving gaze of my Mistress. She now wants to complete my feminization and tells me that the best solution would be to castrate me to suppress my testosterone production. I will look more like a woman in mygestures and in my behaviors.
During our sexual games to better feminize me, she now makes me enjoy only my pussy like a woman by making me discover the sensitivity of the first seven centimeters of my anus and my G-spot. It is a more erogenous and better vascularized zone than a vagina, she tells me.
Since then, it is thanks to her who handles her toys with an expert hand that the pleasures of my pussy have become much more intense than my penile orgasm.
At the beginning of the evening, she offers me a role play by asking me to wait a few moments while she changes.
When I see her come back, she is wearing a red and black latex Dominatrix outfit that highlights her magnificent chest.
She is perched on stiletto heels topped with matching thigh boots from which spring her slender thighs covered in nylon.
My gaze is drawn to the impressive strap-on dildo attached to her waist.
The straps are so tight that the one that passes between her thighs disappears completely in her pussy.
I am fascinated by this monstrous pole of more than a kilo that comes out of her belly falling heavily on her knees.
I can't stop my clitoris from flowing into its cage seeing Natacha ready to give me this pleasure...
She makes me sit in front of her boudoir to put on my makeup and adjust a curly blonde wig on my head. Then, she helps me put on my luxurious cervin stockings by attaching them to the eight suspenders of my corset.
To finish, she pulls up on my hips a pretty satin split panty that leaves my clitoris exposed in its cage as well as my pussy.
I barely have time to slip my feet into my pumps that Natacha drags me by the waist into the next room by lying me down on her medical table.
Staring at me with her fiery gaze, she spreads my thighs, placing my legs in gutters and my feet in the stirrups that she attaches with straps.
- I'm going to open your cage now, she tells me.
She removes the key hanging from her neck to free me.
Then, she removes the insert stuck in my sex. She then discovers my tiny clitoris flaccid after three long years of chastity day and night
She can't hold back a mocking smile as she measures it.
- I'm going to have to change your cage again for a smaller one because your sex has lost four centimeters in three years.
I'm not surprised and rather satisfied with this observation. I read in a medical journal that by wearing my cage permanently, I would no longer be able to have the nocturnal erections essential to the proper functioning of my erectile tissues, which would atrophy over the years.
This is why my sex has shrunk and my erections have become rare.
It's an advantage when I wear my lingerie at home, because I can better hide my sex in my underwear.
Natacha takes me out of my thoughts by coming to settle between my thighs and holding her enormous dildo in both hands, which she presses against my rosette.
Lying on my back, I arch my back while pushing as if I were in the toilet to impale myself more quickly.
The sight of my stiletto heels jumping above my head under the assaults of my Mistress excites me to the highest point.
My pussy opens wide like a ripe fruit devouring this cyclopean sex that sinks into my kidneys.
Each centimeter gives me a new pleasure.
Feeling the testicles of the dildo against my buttocks, I realize with amazement that it is buried up to the hilt.
I open my buttocks with both hands to better impale myself on this sex that destroys me.
-You give yourself to me like a real woman, exclaims Natacha.
With my head thrown back, my eyes half-closed, I moan every time
in my kidneys.
My anal pleasure is so subtle that a change of angle, of rhythm changes everything.
To amplify it, I arch my kidneys while slowly rotating my buttocks on the enormous dildo that serves as a pivot.
While masturbating, my Mistress pounds me harder until thick streams of sap cling like garlands to my stockings.
I stay still for a moment to better feel the last throes of my anus while she removes her dildo from my pussy. During our games, she does not fail to encourage my masochistic tendencies by imposing BDSM and bondage sessions on me.
She also sometimes simulates my castration when I am tied up on her medical table. She comes to stand between my thighs while holding a knife in her hand. With a strange gleam in her eyes, she pulls on my penis to be able to cut it right at its root. Then she slides the back of her blade over its base, cutting it from all angles. I feel both excitement and fear knowing her animosity towards men.
During lunch Natacha talks to me about our relationship problem.
-Your clit is more and more inert, it is no longer of any use to you or to me. I want you to know that when you are castrated, you will no longer be a man in my eyes but a lesbian. Like my friends, you will therefore be able to make me come by stimulating my pussy and my anus with my toys.
I insist that you let me castrate you as soon as possible.
- I have inquired about the different solutions that exist: I can incise your balls for three centimeters to take out your testicles and then cut them off.
- I have the possibility of using the burdizzo which has the advantage of giving faster results but its appearance of big pliers is really frightening.
- I chose the elastrator which has a reassuring aspect.
She has wanted it for so long that I accept this sacrifice by telling her that I would like to be able to continue to wear my cage because I feel naked without it and that I will also have the impression that nothing has changed.
- I am delighted to remain the guardian of your sex and I will continue to wash you every week. I am preparing everything for next Sunday because I will have received the elastrator.
The big day having arrived, my Mistress wakes me up at 7 am by bringing me breakfast. She already has her hair and makeup done. She is wearing a beautiful ivory-colored brown lace corset, a matching bra and cervin seamed stockings
- I want to be sure that your castration is successful, so you will keep the rubber bands around your testicles for 12 hours during which they will no longer be irrigated by your blood. Usually it takes less than 3 hours. They will naturally be eliminated from your body in the following weeks. So I am sure to achieve my goals.
She hands me a glass of water with a tablet in her hand.
- It's a powerful painkiller to prevent you from having pain, she tells me.
Then, she puts on my makeup and a blonde wig before tightening the laces of my favorite corset in my back. She then places my silicone breasts in the D cups of my lingerie. Finally, she helps me put on my seamed stockings by attaching them to the suspenders.
Then, she shows me the elastrator clamp, explaining how it works and how she will use it.
For greater efficiency, I bought very powerful rubber bands, I hope you will tolerate them.
We usually use this very effective clamp for cattle.
- I would now like to ask you a favor, she tells me
Before castrating you, I would like to be the last woman who makes you cum so that you remember me.
She comes to stand very close to me, laughing when she sees mespread my thighs.
Then, she gently removes my cage, using all her experience to make my tiny, flaccid cock grow.
After half an hour without any results, she takes her vibrator with which she often masturbated in front of me. For a while, she slides it slowly up and down along my frenulum without having any more success.
Disappointed, she then pushes her dildo into my pussy, skillfully massaging my prostate. This double stimulation quickly produces its effect.
My source of life begins to flow slowly, continuously and without spasms. It infiltrates the edge of my stockings before sliding inside my thighs.
Satisfied with her performance, Natacha comes to kiss me full on the mouth.
A few minutes later, she arms the clamp of the elastrator with an elastic band that she spreads to push my testicle inside.
-I am both upset and very excited thinking about what I am going to do to you she admits to me.
She only has to press the handle to release the powerful elastic band that will surround my gland with its deadly embrace.
She does not take her eyes off me for a long time, seeming to wait for a signal from me.
- You win, do to me what you have wanted for three years, I tell her.
Her eyes still fixed on me, she waits a moment longer in total silence before pressing the clamp without hesitation.
When the sound of a click sounds in the room, I feel the elastic band painfully tighten my gland and the blood cord that irrigates it.
Reassured by this first success, Natacha makes her twin sister suffer the same fate, appreciating this moment that will remain engraved in her memory.
- I will stay close to you until I remove your elastic bands.
After an hour my balls turn blue and 3 hours later they are all black. Seeing them my Mistress tells me with satisfaction:
-Your glands are now completely dead and necrotic, there is no turning back possible she assures me with a triumphant air.
- However, as a precaution, I prefer that you keep the rubber bands for another 7 hours as planned if it does not hurt you.
Then, placing the elastrator next to my penis, she takes close-up photos to show her friends and keep them as a souvenir because I am her first victim.
- I did not miss you, she tells me seeing the state of my balls.
Over the following months, Natacha applied herself to making me discover the life I could have if I became a woman. She amplified my addiction to dresses, skirts, lingerie by buying them with my credit card. She made me feel daily this irresistible pleasure of being desired and taken like a woman by wearing under her dress a strap-on dildo with which she fucked me unexpectedly in a room of the house after having lifted my skirt. In bed, since she had castrated me, I no longer had an erection and I was therefore more focused on my pussy and my prostate when she used her toys.
Every night at bedtime, she puts pressure on me by seeing my penis sticking out of my nightie. She tells me that it is awful with this bag of skin emptied of its testicles hanging between my thighs.
If you let me take care of your clit, I will have you implanted with pretty breasts at my expense afterwards.
- I offered you the virginity of my pussy when we met, I gave you my virility when you castrated me and now you want to emasculate me? I told her angrily
I felt hurt when she told me these truths, but deep down I know she is right to want to cut off what is left of my penis.
This sacrifice she expects from me reminds me of our game that we like to relive together when she lays me down on her medical table by putting my feet in the stirrups and immobilizing my body with straps. I see her again approaching me with a knife in her hand, pretending to cut off my penis with the back of her blade. I know she will do it without weakening when the time comes.
Under pressure from my Mistress, I finally agree by asking her how she will proceed.
By lifting and pulling your penis with my hand, I will manage to cut it right at its root so that nothing remains visible on the surface.
Then, I will slide a thin tube into your urethra to prevent it from getting blocked when you heal. So you will be able to relieve your bladder without any problem. Thousands of people have been operated on this way in previous centuries
If the result does not suit you, you can always have another operation in a clinic.
I ask her why she wants to operate on me.
I have already made you impotent and sterile with your chastity cage and your castration but I want to remove the little virility you have left so that we can live together.
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