Day Six
Author: tsocta
The Story of Cunt – Day Five [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Five
Cunt woke up, feeling the sticky residue on her face. She took a quick moment to clean her face before Mistress arrived. Anticipating Mistress’ arrival, Cunt fixed her collar, held her leash and got down on her knees in front of the door. Mistress entered moments later, happy to see the obedient slut before her. She patted her on the head, took her leash from her and off they went. They arrived in a sterile room, looking like a mixture between a pristine bathroom and medical theatre. Cunt was shackled to the ground in position and awaited what was to come, as Mistress walked away behind her.
This is when Cunt heard water. She took a guess at what was to come, which was confirmed when she felt something invade her asshole. This wasn’t some thing plastic object either. This was a thick, cold metallic object opening her up, preparing her for the arrival of what she could only hope was warm water. She was being given an enema. The water shot into her with the force of a sledgehammer, making her wince, ending as soon as it began. Well, ending step one at least. She was no preparing for step two.
The Story of Cunt – Day Four [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Four
Cunt woke up at 6 AM. Remembering the previous morning, she quickly jumped out of bed, naked and bruised, and got down on her knees, ready for Mistress’ arrival. She has no idea what to expect today, but she was prepared for anything. She quickly grabbed her leash, held it out in front of her and waited. The morning preparation submissive showed up, saw her ready and gave her a deep kiss on the mouth, a sign of sorority. Mistress came in with her crop, but was surprised to see Cunt ready. This was the closest that she had come to smiling since Cunt’s arrival. Clearly, her methods were working. As Mistress approached, Cunt once again attempted to lick at her crotch, earning a slap for it. She handed Mistress her leash and they were off.
The Story of Cunt – Day Three [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Three
Cunt awoke to the sound of footsteps sneaking into her room. She opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror. She was happy with everything so far; she was still a smokeshow! As the footsteps got closer, she pretended to still be asleep, as she became aware of the nearby submissive, the same one who awoke her the morning before. She was preparing for the soft kiss, but instead, she was treated to a leashed collar being placed around her neck, followed by the sound of the same feet running away from her. Well, that was odd, but at least she finally had her collar. She opened her eyes just in time to see her door being thrown open. In the doorway stood Mistress.
Cunt felt like she hadn’t spoken much in her time here and, as Mistress stood silently in her doorway, she thought this might account for why she looked so mad, madder than usual even. Cunt opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately met by Mistress’ spit, going expertly directly into her mouth. She instinctively went to spit it out, but Mistress had other ideas, slapping her hard across the face, causing both of their saliva to smear across her reddening face. Before she had a chance to react, Mistress grabbed Cunt’s leash and pulled her to the ground in front of her, taking the opportunity to place her heeled shoes across Cunt’s outstretched hands, holding her in place.
The Story of Cunt – Day Two [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
Day Two
Cunt was awoken at 9 AM. One of Mistress’ nameless submissives woke her up with a nice calm kiss on the cheek. It was a perfectly pleasant way to wake up, but it was oddly disappointing in its own way. She had paid to be tortured, after all. She was unsure of how to feel about this. She was also unsure of what was to come next.
“Mistress demands that you go see her right now,” said the submissive. Cunt began looking for her clothes, when the submissive added “Mistress will dress you.”
Cunt got up out of bed, covered in goosebumps, nipple stiff from the cold of the room, and walked out towards the main room. There, she found Mistress, sitting in a throne, waiting for her with a frustrated look on her face.
“Never make me wait again,” said Mistress, throwing something towards her. “Put it on.” It was a high-rise lace thong. She put it on, exposing her ass for all to see and covering up her Barbie doll crotch. As she was putting it on, she copped a feel of her new ass: those pills are a miracle!
The Story of Cunt – Day One [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]
*This is a story I worked on a short while ago, a realization of a fantasy on paper. I realized shortly thereafter that I could not actually do anything with it, so I will instead post it anonymously across seven days. I am not necessarily looking for notes or anything, because I can’t quite sell this, because I am a published writer and it would be ill-advised to have my name connected to this. I will however welcome comments and anything else.*
Day One
He was walked into the room, seemingly unaware that this would be the last time he would be able to walk under his own power for a week. Well, he was clearly aware. After all, he had agreed to it, even paid for it. The room would suggest impending doom in any other circumstance, adorned with a desk and nothing else. A door led into an unseen room. His mistress for the next seven days stood before him. She was much shorter than him and yet she demanded respect immediately. He was immediately hypnotized by her large piercing eyes, dark irises bordering on black, full lips thickened by her black lipstick, all accentuated by her beautiful sharp nose. She was shapely in all the right ways. Big protruding tits, a hint of a belly, wide hips and the thickest thighs he had ever seen. This is all he could make out at the time as Mistress was covered in a skin tight latex bodysuit. He had just walked in: he hadn’t so much as earned a peek yet.