Caught, Changed, and All Identity Lost

Mark's torture was overwhelming.  Unable to withstand temptation, he gave in to his (her) desire.  His new body so slender, so soft, so arousing.  His new breasts became so sensitive each day.  At first he played with them, laughing to himself at the novelty of actually having breasts.  But as his treatment continued, each time he did, he became more addicted, and each arousal, more addicting.  Soon he was a slave to his arousal.  His treatments continued.  The nightly shots, creams smeared over his body, and tapes played repeated over and over overcame his ability to fight it.  Once he gave in, he was gone.  Mark had long ceased wondering what happened to his friend and partner, Brian.  Little did he know, Brian's torture was mirroring his own in the next room (cell).

One morning Mark (now Marcia) awoke in a strange room.  She didn't recognize where she was, only the arousal she feels from the luster of the satin sheets.  Oh how nice they feel on her skin!  Her body feels so alive! She felt her long slender legs, tingling.  She giggled to herself.  'Black stockings, my favorite! And I love this sexy design down the back!'  She stood up and began prancing around the room like the 'mindless gurl' she was, although somehow, she couldn't remember much of anything prior to awaking just that moment.  

Each moment seemed to drift from her mind, just as the prior.  All Marcia knew was that moment she was living!  Her ignorance is such bliss!  Not a care in the world, just a focus on the emotions she feels, and the intense arousal she was now feeling.  She laid back onto the bed, closed her eyes and began massaging her wet pussy! Oh how incredible this feels!  Her free hand lifts a breast to her lips, as her tongue runs over her hardening nipple.



Brian had awaken moments earlier in the adjoining room.  Not sure where he (she) was, and like his (her) friend, unable to remember anything prior to that one moment.  She had spent her first moments just as Marcia is now, exploring her body, and enjoying the ensuing orgasms.  But she couldn't stop!  Her frustration overloading her little brain.  'Briana' needed more, and began searching in frustration for something else to further satisfy her intense hunger for lust.


Then the lights went out, and Briana was grabbed by two burly guards, led a short way into another room, and pushed inside.  At first it was quiet.  She heard rustling across the room, where Marcia was recovering on her sheets from a series of intense orgasms.  But so addicted, Marcia needed more!  She had to have more.  Spying the new gurl in the room.  She stalked her.

Briana braced herself just quickly enough to catch Marcia's attack.  The two wanton harlots clawed each other in unbridled lust.  Each wanting each other more than anything they had either wanted before.  Neither realizing they were both once partners, in the same FBI unit.


Weeks later, none of this would be remembered.  Oh, their relationship would flourish, but each day, like every day after would be forgotten.  Learning to live together in the same room, sleep together in the same bed.  Their bodies wrapped around each other, unable to let go!  Never satisfied, and becoming more zealous in their lust with each orgasm they endured. 


Each day they would eat together from hers-&-hers silver bowls, each with their daily 'vitamins' further enhancing their sexual frustrations.


In time, others would enter the room, but these visitors were different.  They were big and strong, unlike the softness of Marcia & Briana.  And they always had that yummy candy stick attached below their abdomen.  Mmmm, how Marcia and Briana loved sucking on that big love-stick. So soft and tasty it felt as they each got a turn running their lips over it, (unless they were blessed and got two visitors at once). Each would do their best to suck and lick until it would eject that yummy goo, so incredible it tastes!  Everytime, it made each of them so happy to receive.  They'd always crave more, but be left with just enough to wet their appetites!


After the guests leave, with the girls shaking and wanting more, the two of them  attack each other. As if trying to collect the yummy-goo from off the other's  lips.  Then Marcia & Briana collapse to the floor, entwined as one, after endless orgasms, unable to move. Eventually, one would awaken  or another 'guest' would be dropped off into the room, having paid a handsome fee for his time with the two sluts, Marcia and Briana.

Life as a Maid

Yes my pet.  You now shall serve me, and do so with a passion you never before have felt for any task performed!   I admit the thought of serving the Mistress is so tempting.  Her powerful beauty intoxicating.  Even her soft touch seems to melt away any reservations I may have.


I can't wait to see what else she has in store.  The past week has been heavenly.  Even the occasional spanking can be endured, when followed by such incredible passionate delights!  My body aches with pleasure just reminiscing over my Mistress' tongue and the touch of her soft finger tips, magic over my sensitive and soft skin.  I can feel my tushy sway in delight.  'I know if I am a good gurl, Mischel is going to get her kicks tonight,' I think to myself, causing a moist wetness of anticipation below.  I giggle helplessy, looking back into my Mistress' eyes.  


Yes, Mistress, I happily serve your whim.  Mistress knows best, and I can think of nothing better than to make you happy. 


Good girl!  You and I are going to have so much fun together!  Now go and get ready!  Our guests will be here soon, and you have so much to do.  Besides, once they are here, you're going to be our entertainment!


I gleefully scamper off.  Biting my lip.  I wonder what Mistress has in mind.

Lord(ess) of her Grounds

After months of conditioning, Phil (now Felicia) was allowed to prance about the grounds.  Now air-headed and unknowing she had once been the Lord of this estate, but now a mere servant to his wife.  His wife fired all the help soon after their marriage, and now rehired her 'own staff.'  Funny how the activities at this secluded estate seemed to change from a peaceful mansion to activities of a more nefarious nature.  One by one, unsuspecting males were lured to it.  Attracted by the increasing number of nubile and attractive females who seemed to mindlessly wander the grounds, luring the visitors as sirens to their hearts.  But every night, all are beckoned to the mansion for a night of unbridled carnal affairs.

Mark & Ron, Kidnapped & Changed

Mark awoke from his slumber, still groggy but somehow feeling aroused.  Hands tied firmly behind his back.  He couldn't understand why his legs were clad in black stockings, and sexy pink heels on his feet.  An erotic feel flowed over his denuded skin, as the air tingled.  "Oh, this feels so...so......mmmmm...nice!  Where am I?"

A commanding, yet sexy female voice behind him tells him to keep quiet, and speak only when spoken to.  "For the time being, just focus on your body.  Doesn't it feel nice?  You will grow to love your new life as a woman.  It will all become quite clear my pet! For now, Marcia you will remain my little slut, as I teach you to be a good little whore!"

Still groggy, Mark didn't understand, but in time, he would grow into his (her) new body, and even answer without reservation to her new name.  Reverberating in his mind like a mindless echo...Marcia...Marcia...Marcia!

Meanwhile, Mark's partner, and fellow agent Ron was awakening from one dream into another one he is unable to fathom.  "What have you done to me?  Why am I here?  Where are my clothes?"  

"Silence you insolent girl! You will keep quiet like a good little slut until you're ready for the next step in your new life as a paid whore!"

"What?  A whore!  You are crazy!  I am not a girl!  What have you done to me?  Get me out of here!  My partner will come get me, and then the two of us will put you & all your people away for good!"

The feminine voice laughed.  "Oh your partner Mark, or should I say now Marcia?  She won't be coming to your aid anytime soon.  In fact the two of you will be the trophy whores at our next auction.  We look forward to the two of you fetching us a pretty penny.  Too bad most of our customers are wealthy sheiks in the Mid-East.  You are likely never to be seen here again anyway.  Although, you seem to have more of a mouth on you.  I think I like you better as a blonde...a Blonde Bombshell.  Yes, that's what you will be:  Roxanne, the cock hungry,  dumb blonde!  I'll have my people affect your programming immediately!"  The Institute Mistress laughed as she walked away.  Her stilettos clicking in time with each sway of her leather-clad hips.  Ron fought mightily to get away, but to no avail.  Suddenly, from behind he felt the sharp pain from a needle, and all went black.

After months of conditioning, Roxanne was taken from her room.  It had been long since that day she had awoken taped to the chair.  Her programming had been true.  The name 'Ron' meant nothing to her now.  She stood for inspection, not knowing or caring about anything but serving her Mistress, in any way instructed.  Roxanne now was mindless, able to think of nothing for herself, but there was one need she had.  One that would become the driving force in every thought preoccupying her every deed.  She needed sex!  And whatever she could do to get it, she was unable to deny this base desire.

The day had arrived.  Roxanne and Marcia had spent months through surgeries, mental transformations, and now they were on display!  Their bodies visions of perfection.  Their minds longing for the chance to serve, and show their servitude.  Any thoughts of their previous lives long gone, and never to return.

Purchased as a pair, Marcia and Roxanne felt a mutual attraction.  Somehow, they knew they belonged together.  Any chance possible, when alone the two would explore their sexualities, developing a strong taste for each other, and the softness they each had.  Together they'd sleep, touch, kiss, and caress.  They'd even dream of each other, thus developing such an intense lust, the two former partners, now lovers became inseparable.

  

And as they became just a pair of a private harem, far from the once familiar streets of New York, they still found ways to do things together, and to feel the mutual admirations and desires they harbored.

"Mmmmpf!"  The two passionately kissed and caressed the yummy cock!  There is no better breakfast, than to wake up each morning to the taste of sweet ambrosia.  Life is so sublime as mindless harem girls!

I hear my wife coming!

I hear her returning, I set back onto the bed, wanting to give her the best view.  After all, over the past months, I have moved beyond the embarrassment of her discovering my desires, to succumbing to hers to become her home-based sex-slut/housewife.  I wanted to show her how I looked in the outfit she had bought me.  As she enters the room, I give her that 'please take me now' stare.

I continue to run my fingers over my body as I can see her smile at what she sees.  "Well aren't you the hot little slut!  You haven't been exploring your new body while I was gone, were you?"

I turn a bit red for a moment, having to tell a 'little white lie'.  As my hands had spent every moment I could, whether in public or not, exploring myself.  But how could I not?  She has spent the past months not only changing my body through surgery and all those pills and cocktails, but I spend nights with headphones on, subliminally being turned into such a wanton slut!  All I think about is sex, and devoting every ounce of energy to her.  "Oh no my loving Mistress!  I just wanted to show you how much I love you, and how I long to make you happy!  I can't tell you how thankful I am for what you've done for me.  I just love the body you have given me! The past months have been soooo worth the wait!"

Standing, I turn around to give her a look at my tushy.  Oh how I hope her resistance breaks down, as I am getting so wet!  Since the change, it seems she has got me horny at the very thought of her.  Every second of my life I think, dream, and desire her, and create new ways I hope to make her happy.  I am such a devoted 'housewife' to her.  And I love it!  This is so much better than having to be 'the man', and all the responsibility it seemed to bog me down with.  Let her keep all the decision making!  I just want to be the housewife, and keep the place perfect for her, and be her little slut.


"Oh you do look delicious dear!  It has been a long day, but I think you are giving me some inspiration. Have you been a good girl and made the house all clean, and spotless?  The place does look nice.  Maybe we should get out Momma's toy box and see what games we could play."

I smile to myself, as I can feel myself get so wet at the thought of her 'toy box'!  My first thought is to tear everything off me, and offer my tush up to her for the taking.  I look down, and can't help but to play with myself.  The feel of the nylon alone is such a turn-on, and makes me feel like such a slut anyway.




"Oh, I have been such a good girl for you today!  I've dusted and vacuumed the entire house, took your clothes to the dry cleaners.  Although I must admit, the outfit you layed out for me today had me thinking about you all day! I so missed you!"


Her smile grows wider. I can tell she is happy.

 I look for a hint of what she is thinking.  Hopefully she will ask me to fetch her toy box, then we could really have fun.  Biting my lip, I slide to my side and give her another 'come get me' look.


This is my new life, and oh how delicious it is.  Finally she breaks down, and with a smile.  "Oh you know I love seeing you like this, my sex-crazed little slut!  Go get my 'toy box', I have some new ideas for you."


My heart jumps! 'I wonder what she is thinking and has in store?'  My tushy sways as I run for the box, so excited in anticipation.  Oh I am going to really 'get it' tonight!

Prepared for Inspection

"Look at that sexy ass of yours!"  My wife told me as she stared into the mirror.  The transformation now complete, except for my 'clitty' which continues to give away my true arousal.  Somehow, my wife has conditioned me, being permanently encased in satin, lace, or leather, depending upon my Mistress' whim is now my fate.   "You'll be a fine cocktail waitress for my gathering on Saturday!  Won't our guests be surprised to see you all dolled up?  I guess that will be the last of your 'golf Sundays with the boys'!"  

I felt so humiliated, yet afraid to speak up, lest my renewed complaints again set off my wife's temper.

Succumbing to my Mistress

It has been a long road.  My denial of my fate long ago faded from my thoughts.  From a once proud man, I am now a sex-crazed harlot, and devoted to my Mistress.  A mere look from her eyes and I drop to my knees, and heed to her wishes.  It's as if she telepathically communicates every derective.  Somehow, I know what she wants, and I am powerless to withstand her desires, nor do I wish to as she is a Goddess, and I her loving & devoted servant.

She beckons to me and I come.  Her beautiful body awaiting me upon the dining room table.  I lean over her leg as she pulls my panties from my tush.  The feel of her touch as it gently runs along my skin, intoxicating.  My breasts already exposed per her wishes.

 

As she leans into me, I am pinned, and feel the security, knowing I am hers!

I am directed to lay on my back as my panties slowly are removed, exposing my pussy, already dripping with anticipation, longing for her touch.  I have become such a wanton harlot, and I love the excitement!

Turning me over, she teases me!  Her lips kissing my sensitive tushy.  My mind can't stand it!  I want her, and begin thinking about how I long to worship her tush.  But now mine juts into the air, offering myself to her, and longing for her to do as she wishes.  For now it seems, she merely wants to tease me...taunt my heart!

She whispers to me to stand, as her hands and lips continue their wicked/blessed temptations.  Luring me in as she does so expertly.  I am powerless in her presence.  Standing, my legs grow weak as I feel the need to drop to my knees.  The power she holds overwhelming.

Then her lips make their way to my breasts!  Oh, this is so unfair!  Since she gave me these they have caused me such torment!  Her lips on them send chills down my spine!  My heart melting, yet she says nothing, only a gentle nudge from her hands directing me which way to move.  My head feeling so light, my thoughts in an ethereal cloud!

Finally, she leans back, offering me her beautiful, soft globes of perfection.  My lips eagerly slide to her nipples, licking, suckling, and arousing as she taught me long and arduously over the preceding months.  Now I know just what she wants, and gain my happiness knowing I am hers, and am able to satisfy her needs.

My life now complete.  My former life as a male, a myth from the past.  Newfound happiness so sublime and perfect.  There is nothing I wouldn't do for her.  And nothing of myself that is hidden and not hers.  I savor every moment with her, and can think of nothing else.  My life is a nirvana unparalleled.

Inspiration of the Moment

"That was incredible, Johnny!  Orgasms as a female can be a religious experience!  I...I...don't know what to say..or...or, to be honest, if I want to go back.  How long did you say this spell is supposed to last?  You did say you had the antidote to change us back, right?  Johnny? Johnny?  Why aren't you answering?  

Oh Johnny you feel so good!  Let's keep this going and do it again!  I'm not sure I want to go back.  God you are so hot!"  

"What have you done to me?  How long was I asleep?  Why is my hair so long and....so so soft?    I'm feeling so dizzy!  I have such a weird feeling, but...but..oh...why do I have this desire to drop to my knees, and...and....please tell me what you want me to do.  I'll do anything! My body is tingling all over!   I'm...I'm...so confused!"