Deceived

She then rang that servant's bell again and this time it was both of her boy toys who came in. They helped her up from her chair as she was still well into her orgasmic bliss. We all then went into the bedroom where my Mistress had me kneel beside the bed as she had her boy toys pleasure her for a nice and extended session. It was apparent that my Mistress really, really liked to get fucked. Still though, even when she was on her back and one of her boy toys was on top - my Mistress was still the one running the fuck.

She was insatiable and pretty soon she'd drawn out climaxes from both of her boy toys. While cuddling up with one of them she had the other present himself to me so that I could "clean him" of my Mistress's juices. I wished it was her beautiful pussy I was licking clean but, I figured that this was what I'd be expected to do as a sissy and if that pleased my Mistress then so be it. Soon enough my Mistress had her boy toy pull his freshly cleaned - and freshly hardened cock - out of my mouth and had him come back to her in bed for more fucking. She then had the other boy toy come to me for more of my attentions. As this was pleasing my Mistress I kept at it and did all that I could to get this second boy toy nice and hard for her. Soon though, she'd climaxed once again and told both boy toys to cum for her. One deep in her pussy and the other deep in my mouth. Neither took long to follow her commands and I was soon dealing with a mouth full of a man's cum. The taste wasn't as bad but I really wanted her juices and I guess it showed. Then my Mistress had me join her on her bed.

She had me lay down beside her and then she got up and straddled my face, bringing her freshly fucked pussy to my lips. Her boy toys obviously knew what to do as they were stroking her body and nuzzling her tits as she began grinding her pussy into my open mouth. She was very sensitive so it didn't take much licking on my part to have her once again climaxing into my open mouth. This time I got my first creampie as my mouth was also filled with the loads of cum those two boy toys had shot into her pussy. I felt wonderfully used at that point and was very satisfied with myself. If this is what being one of her sissies entailed then I knew I'd made the right choice. Oh, if only that were so!

As my Mistress retired for the evening, calling in one of her sissies to cuddle up with, she handed me off to her boy toys and left me with instructions for the evening.

"Slave, I am turning you over to 18 and 22 (no names for her slaves or her sissies, just their numbers - I was 26) and you are to follow their instructions as you would mine. I rule them, I rule you, they rule you. Pay attention to both of them. Make them happy and that will make me happy. Now, off with you. You've an early start tomorrow!" And with that she sauntered off to her bed with one of her sissies at her side. I was jealous of that as I wanted to be in that sissy's place. But, I knew that in order to get there I had to obey my Mistress first. So, I turned to her boy toys and followed them to their rooms.

The two of them bunked in one large room on one side of the hallway with the sissies bedding down in a large room on the other side. No privacy here but privacy was not something our Mistress wanted us to have. I was a bit taken aback at my new surroundings. I'd hoped for something more befitting my sissy status and the Spartan décor of the boy toys' room was not it. But, I was tired from all the play and soon just knocked off under the covers. Morning came all too quickly as the room's alarm clock was buzzing and I was being roused out of bed by the two muscle studs.

They laughingly pushed me into the bathroom with them and started things up from there. Remembering my Mistress's instructions, I didn't protest too much when they pushed me to my knees and had me start sucking on their cocks. They'd both just emptied their bladders and I could still taste the piss on the ends of their dicks as they took turns stuff my mouth full with them. Well, I guessed that this was one part of a sissy's role that wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped but I just consoled myself that I knew I'd soon move beyond just servicing these two testosterone poisoned individuals. Neither were too cruel in their face fucking me, they just seemed to think it natural to use me in this fashion.

Soon enough they'd had their fun and they pulled me to my feet so I could shower as well. Once done I looked around for an appropriate bit of clothing to wear but I could find none. All of my femme things were still locked away with my bags. The only thing available was a pair of baggy gym shorts like 18 and 22 were now putting on. I asked if there were any panties of something similar that I could have and they just laughed, telling me to get my shorts on, pronto! So, that I did.

They then hustled me down to the kitchen where they began working up their breakfasts. These were big, hearty meals of egg whites, oatmeal, and oranges. I noticed the three sissies were up and fixing their meals as well as the meal for our Mistress. Their portions were quite a bit smaller than what the boy toys were shoveling down and what they were insisting I join them with. Well, I thought, this'll soon change as my Mistress sets things straight.

Finishing my food, I joined the boy toys in downing my morning's pills. I did notice that the pills they gave me were the same as the ones they themselves were downing and they were the same ones as I'd popped the previous night. That was odd but I figured it was something else my Mistress would set straight.

After breakfast it was off to the exercise room where I joined them on a treadmill doing a warm-up bit of cardio. I'd no problem with this as I figured that my Mistress wanted me to slim down even further in order to be a proper little sissy. So, when the physical trainer showed up that morning I just followed along as well.

Her name was Julia and she was a sight to see. A former competitive bodybuilder, she had an awesome physique. She also had a no nonsense air about her and it was obvious that she was well familiar with what transpired her in my Mistress's house. She already knew of my arrival and, once she'd set the boy toys to their workouts, began working with me to establish my routine. At the time I thought this a bit odd as I didn't think a sissy needed muscles. Well, I reasoned, perhaps my Mistress thinks this will help me slim down faster, so I paid heed as Julia set things out for me.

18 and 22 had to laugh at how light Julia had to set the weights for me and the two boy toys took great pleasure in belittling my weight lifting abilities. For her part, Julia just seemed amused by all of it - me, the boy toys, the sissies, and just what my Mistress was up to with all this. On about mid-morning my Mistress came into the exercise room as well. By then we'd pretty much gotten done with our sets and then cleared out so that she and Julia could go through theirs. The shower afterward felt good as it helped work my muscles out. I figured that the two muscle studs would use me in the showers and I was right. They were like rutting beasts. Even after the showers they still reeked of testosterone. Oh well, better them than me.

After the shower and getting dressed - baggy shorts, again - we joined our Mistress in her study. She was just done with her workout and she briefly handed out the day's assignments. It turned out 22 and 19 (one of the three sissies) was to accompany her on her business that day. So, those two quickly went off to change into their proper attire. The rest of us were to remain at the house and do the daily chores there. With that, we were dismissed. Later, I caught a glimpse of 22 coming back down in a nice business suit and of 19 in an equally as nice woman's power suit number.

I asked 18 what was going on as we both were cleaning the living room. It turns out that our Mistress has a couple of businesses in town and she usually spends several hours a day tending to them. She uses her boy toys as her driver and uses one of her sissies as her personal assistant. It's good training for all concerned and it definitely keeps everyone occupied as our Mistress is usually quite busy.

That evening we all sat down together for dinner. That too was a rotating duty sort of thing. My Mistress insisted that each of her slaves and sissies know how to cook and present meals. I eventually learned all those things myself but that night it was someone else's turn to do the prepping, cooking and serving. I did get to do the dishes though!

After our meal it was time for our meditation session. Our Mistress had us set up in the Meditation room and then came in to start things off. All five of her submissives were there and each of us had our own headsets to listen to the CD's our Mistress cued for us. The sissies were on one side of the room and the boy toys on the other. Once again I was stuck on their side and not the sissies. I knew my Mistress would soon set this right but I also knew it was not my place to complain about things so soon.

The music and meditative voice track on the CD's was quite soothing and soon enough we were all quite relaxed and entranced. My Mistress eventually told me that this was part of the transformation process as well. She found that using post-hypnotic suggestion techniques really helped with the whole process and these sessions were part of that.

Once we'd mostly come back to earth from the meditation session, it was once again time for our nightly pill regimen. Once again too I was popping the same sort of pills as the boy toys. This time I noticed the pills the sissies were downing were indeed different. Well, I thought, perhaps this is the way all the new sissies start. Perhaps these pills really are just vitamins and it's the shots that make the difference.

That night I was soon asleep there beside the two boy toys. I wished I was across the hall with the sissies but I consoled myself that such a thing would come, in time.

The days quickly fell into a routine. Pills in the morning, workouts, breakfast, duties, chores, meals, meditations, and then to bed with the boy toys. Weekends might involve going to a club or a party and there might be going to a local kink group's workshop on the weeknights. Duties and chores rotated and sometimes I was left home with one of the other sissies or boy toys. And sometimes I was out with my Mistress at an event, a party or some kinky social gathering. Soon enough I was aching for some "sissy time" but was finding it frustratingly absent. Mistress clearly sensed this and let me know that.

"You need to learn what it is to be a true slave. You need to learn that it is not all about your wants or your fantasies. You need to practice selflessness. If you truly desire to serve me then you will gladly suffer as I see fit. And this is as I see fit." She announced to me one day when my frustration with not being the slightest bit girly was quite apparent.

"I am transforming you, slave. I am giving you what you asked. In my own way. Trust me and submit to me and you will be rewarded, slave. Demonstrate to me that you can be the selfless object for my pleasure you've promised me you are and you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams." She told me holding my chin in her hand as I knelt before her on evening. Her eyes gazed deep into my soul that night and the meditation session took me very deep that evening.

I was sore and aching from all the workouts with the boy toys for that first month. Two weeks after I first saw him, Dr. Williams returned one afternoon. This time my Mistress had me sucking his cock as she gave me my injections. After being used by the two boy toys almost constantly over the past two weeks I'd gotten much better at being a cocksucker. I kept telling myself that this was a wonderful skill for a sissy and that this was why she had placed me among those two as opposed to with the sissies across the hall. I'd seen their cocks and they were wonderfully shrunken feminine looking things. They seemed overjoyed with them and took their emasculated state as proof of their devotion to their Mistress. Oh, how I ached to be like them. It was all I could do to keep from asking my Mistress how soon these shots would make me into a sissy like they were. But, I held my tongue. Her words calling for my obedience were loud in my mind. I should have known.

After that, if anything, the workouts increased. I later figured out that it had taken some time for the steroids and the human growth hormones to really kick in and my Mistress was waiting for sign of that before she escalated her plans. From that point on I was really too busy and too exhausted from my workouts and the chores and duties she had me at for me to ponder things. Her boy toys became even more demanding of me as I went from shedding those extra few pounds to becoming lean like they were and then actually putting on some pounds - as muscle. I was too busy running back and forth - as she intended - to really have time to notice all this.

I did come to realize that she somehow kept her boy toys in a near constant state of arousal. They were always ready to go, it seemed and they could keep going for a long time at any stretch. Any one quick climax only seemed to "take the edge off" for them and wasn't the deep sort of satisfaction they really needed. For that, they needed repeated fuckings and repeated climaxes one after the other - like the marathon sex sessions she held with them several times a week.

It must've been something in those pills or the shots us boy toys all got. Not that we didn't like getting our rocks off frequently, we did. In fact, we needed to. We really were in heat and if we didn't bust a nut every few hours it got painful. And cumming from a quick blowjob or a quick fuck would ease that - but never really make the ache go away. It was all part of her control and her plan. I should've seen through that but I too was in the same rutting haze as the boy toys.

After three months or so I stopped getting my every other day shots and Dr. Williams stopped checking in on my every week. Now it was just monthly. I was actually missing sucking his cock and that was a bit surprising when I contemplated it. His cum tasted different from what I got from the boy toys and I got a lot from them. They also weren't making fun of me working out as much but were, instead, helping me push even more weights and challenging each other. I'd seen that sort of behavior at a free weight gym I'd once been to. The "meatheads" there seemed horribly crude to me and I wanted no part of it. I scurried off to a gym that didn't reek of testosterone and sweat. No true sissy would do workouts or behave like those meatheads. If only I had been able to look outside of myself I could have seen what was happening to me.

Another thing I noticed was the sexual needs of her sissies. It turns out that they were in about the same state of constant sexual duress as were the boy toys. But instead of any rampant cocks and blue balls it was of an inner ache that only frequent deep fucking could ease. It took me some months to figure that out. Oh, I saw how frequently they got nailed by the boy toys. I saw that all the time. At any moment around the house when they weren't otherwise busy attending to our Mistress or doing their chores or other duties they were sashaying around in front of the boy toys and doing their best to get a rise out of them - literally. It never took much, actually. But the boy toys would usually come out ahead. As good as the sissies were, the boy toys would almost always nut before the gurls could ease that ache. But then, almost invariably, if they got one of the boy toys to bang them, the other one would get so turned on that he'd be right there when the first one had finished - if not before. That way the sissy could get her itch scratched enough to make it worthwhile.

It wasn't until over a year after I was part of the household before one of the sissies made a point of presenting herself to me for a good hard fucking. Up to that time they'd pretty much ignored me when it came to getting their itch scratched. Oh, we'd play together well enough - when directed so by our Mistress. But when it came to being fucked hard like they ached for, they turned to the boy toys and not me. At least so for that whole first year.

I took some comfort in that. It meant that they didn't see me as being like the boy toys. That my sissy desires must have been obvious even to them - if not to our Mistress - and that I wanted to be them. I wanted to be the one being so objectified and used as a sexual plaything. I wanted to be the one in the lacy frilly outfits with the micro skirts and the high heels and the nylons and peek-a-boo panties. I ached for that and still thought it was unfair to be stuck with the boy toys when I really should be with the other sissies. I wanted to be in their high heels. To be weak and helpless fawning little things at the feet of my Mistress. That was what my fantasy was and here it was a year into my service to my Mistress and it hadn't happened yet. She promised that she'd transform me but it was taking so long!

That afternoon my frustration got the better of me when sissy 19 began flirting with me. Six weeks previously she'd just gone in for more surgery and emerged with a beautiful set of Double D Titties. They looked awesome on her and I was deeply envious. I wanted a set like that and worked hard to hide my bitterness that it wasn't me who'd just gotten the implanted boobs of my sissy fantasies. But there she was rubbing those huge tits and pulling on her swollen nipples as she licked her lips standing right in front of me. She'd just got done cleaning one of the upstairs bathrooms and I'd just gotten done with an extended back workout with Julia and the two boy toys. I was pumped and sweaty and it hadn't been since before breakfast that I'd cum. In short, this was the worst time for a sissy fucktoy to be sexually teasing me.

Faster than either of us thought would happen, I was on her. I pushed her back into the bathroom and quickly yanked down her little shorts, turned her around and bent her over the sink. She barely had time to put her hands up to brace herself against the wall mirror before I was ramming into her perfect hairless and smooth sissy ass.

I was angry and I was horny and I needed someone - or something - to take it all out on and 19 was it. I wasn't worried about being too rough with her as I'd seen what the boy toys did to the gurls and they seemed to love it. It was what got the boy toys off and it was what got the gurls off to. I grabbed a fistful of her long blond hair and pulled her head up as I drove into her. I wanted her to watch me pound her senseless for having teased me like that. My other hand clenched hard around her corseted waist as I rammed my thick hard pumped cock into her ass. Yes, pumped. The boy toys told me one day that my cock wasn't big enough. Stupidly, I got mad at that instead of taking it as a compliment like a sissy would have. A sissy's clitty should never be big and hard but rather small and soft and delicate just like the rest of the sissy is. Not like the monsters the two boy toys had swinging between their huge quads and glutes. So, to "help me," they brought out this pumping kit. They told me they used to use it on themselves but no longer had the need. That angered me even more. I'd show them, I told myself, and set to pumping up my cock to make it even bigger than theirs. I was pissed. I was angry. I was challenged and I wasn't going to back down. And I was stupid. In just a couple of months I'd pumped up my cock so that it was even bigger than theirs. Not by much but in combination with the drugs our Mistress had me on, it was getting even bigger.