Making of Bambi Ch. 03

Disclaimer: The following piece of fictional writing contains adult themes and explicit content, including sexual acts and language. It is intended for mature readers only and may not be suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 3: Training Begins

"Every morning, you'll be woken up by an alarm and you'll be expected to start your day with your morning exercises." Mistress said as she walked over to the stationary exercise bike and treadmill. "Come here sissy. I'm going to bring you through your daily routine and you'll be expected to follow every day."

Standing in front of the stationary exercise bike, I trembled with fear and anticipation. It was a strange sight: the bike had no seat to be seen. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in the pit of my stomach. But before I could ask about it, Mistress had retrieved a 5" dildo and my eyes widened when Mistress affixed the dildo in the place of a seat and covered it with lube, making sure it was slick and ready for use.

"Don't be shy and get on," Mistress commanded, gesturing towards the bike. "Insert the lubed dildo into your ass and start cycling. After all, your little sissy pussy already has had bigger dicks in it."

I hesitated for a moment, eyeing the dildo in trepidation but I knew that Mistress wouldn't tolerate any disobedience or punishment would be swift. Even though the thought of having another dildo in my ass while cycling was too much for her to bear, nevertheless, I had no choice but to obey.

Slowly, I climbed onto the bike and positioned myself over the dildo. It was slick with lube, and I felt my heart pound in my chest as I slowly lowered herself onto it. Surprisingly, I didn't feel much other than feeling the dildo push past my sphincter ring and entered my ass. Holding there for a moment, feeling all tight and uncomfortable, I took and deep breath and started cycling.

The dildo slide in and out of my sissy pussy with each movement, making me wince in discomfort but it was nothing compared to the fucking machine. It was less uncomfortable than I thought and I easily got used to the sensation, but the thought of having a cock pumping in and out of my sissy pussy on my own effort sent waves of humiliation washing over me.

"Good girl," Mistress smiled as she stroked my face and caressed my ass. "For today, we'll start you off with about 30 minutes of cycling, but as you progress and get fitter, we'll naturally increase the duration of the exercise and the size of the dildo."

I tried to focus on the cycling, on the rhythmic motion of my legs, but the sensations from the dildo thrusting in and out were distracting. I could feel the eyes of Mistress upon me, watching my every move and had no choice but to keep going. Even if Mistress wasn't there, I knew I was being watched by the cameras.

"Keep going," Mistress said as she stepped back and watched me cycle. "I'll be back in half an hour, and remember, you are being watched all the time."

My face flush with embarrassment as Mistress left the room. I knew that Mistress was always monitoring me, but the thought of being watched while I cycled with a dildo inside me, my cock locked away and wearing a shock collar for dogs was almost too much to bear.

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Half an hour later, Mistress returned and ordered me off the bike. My heart rate was up as I stepped off the bike and dildo, and onto the cold, hard floor. Sweat was beaded on my forehead and my body trembling with exhaustion. Mistress handed me a pair of black stilettos with 5" heels.

"Put these on," Mistress ordered, her voice cold and commanding. "You are going to learn how to walk in them."

Exhausted, I hesitated for a moment, and when I saw Mistress reaching for her dreaded remote, I panicked and quickly took them from her hands. I had never worn heels before but tried to put them on. The slipped on my feet easily and I had a moment to notice at how the fit my feet perfectly and heaved a sigh of relief at not getting shocked before Mistress continued.

"Okay, Bambi, let's get started. Get onto the treadmill and start walking," Mistress said as she adjusted the speed of the treadmill to the slowest. I wobbled, trying to stand up and get onto the treadmill and started to walk shakily. "First, let's work on your posture. Stand up straight and lift your chin up."

I obeyed, trying her best to maintain a good posture of a straight back, and looking forward.

"Good, now focus on your hips. Roll them forward and back as you walk. This will give you a feminine gait."

I tried to mimic her movements, swaying my hips as I walked. It felt awkward and uncoordinated, but Mistress encouraged me to keep going.

"You're doing well, Bambi. Now, take smaller steps and land on the ball of your foot first. Then, roll your heel down to the ground. This will give you a more graceful stride."

I followed Mistress' instructions, taking small, measured steps and trying to land on the ball of my foot before rolling the heel down. It was difficult to maintain balance, and I stumbled a few times, but with the shock collar as a constant reminder of my place, I kept trying.

"Very good, Bambi. You're getting the hang of it," Mistress said, a hint of approval in her voice. As I continued walking, Mistress critiqued my movements, pointing out areas that needed improvement from the position of my arms and hands, to my body posture. Repeated errors were corrected with the sharp sting of Mistress' riding crop.

"Remember to keep your shoulders back and your chest out. This will make you look more confident and poised," Mistress said.

I adjusted her posture once again, feeling the strain in her back muscles. I was starting to get very tired, but I knew I had to keep going or risk getting shocked.

As the minutes ticked by, I began to feel more accustomed in my heels, and realised that my gait was slowly changing. I wondered if it was at all possible for me to completely forget how to walk as a man and be condemned to forever walk like a woman. My thoughts were interrupted by the growing aches in my calves, ankles and back.

"Alright, sissy, we're done," Mistress said finally, slowing down the treadmill to a halt. "You did very well today."

Stepping off the treadmill, I was a little unsteady on in my heels thanks to my aching muscles. Whether I liked it or not, Mistress was making me take another unwilling step closer to becoming a feminise sissy.

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Standing naked, wearing only my heels, chastity cage, and shock collar, I felt so naked and vulnerable. My body was covered in small beads of perspiration from the physically demanding exercises Mistress had put me through and now, Mistress was directing me into the shower.

Retrieving the key from the chain around her neck, Mistress unlocked my chastity cage and removed it. I felt a huge feeling of relief which was quickly replaced with unease as I wondered what was happening next. My locked up clitty, finally having being freed from the confines of that horrid cage, sprung to attention.

"Look at how excited your clitty is," laughed Mistress as she handed me a bottle of Nair. "And even full erect, it's still smaller than the dildos that you've had in your mouth and sissy pussy."

My face flushed in humiliation at this. I felt the intense urge to spring on Mistress and overpower her but the knowledge that the shock collar would easily incapacitate me before I reached her kept me from doing so. I simply just took the bottle of chemical hair remover and waited for further instructions.

Mistress watched me with a stern expression. "Apply it all over your body, Bambi. Don't miss a spot. Especially between your crack and clitty. No one wants to play with a hairy slut."

My hands trembled as I uncapped the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of the cream into my palm. Taking a deep breath, I started applying the cream to my legs, moving up my body to my chest and then my arms. As I applied the cream, I felt my skin starting to tingle, and it made her feel uneasy.

"Mistress, this feels very weird," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to like it, Bambi," Mistress replied. "You just have to endure it for the next 15 minutes."

I nodded and waited. As an Asian, I wasn't very hairy to start with hair mainly concentrated on my armpits and groin. My chest was virtually hairless, and so was my face. I felt a sense of relief when the fifteen minutes were up, and was allowed to rinse off the cream in the shower. The sensation of the water running over my newly hairless legs and groin was strange and unfamiliar, and it made me feel very naked.

But I didn't have time to dwell on what I felt or my sensations. Mistress ordered me to repeat the process twice more. By the time I was finished, my skin was completely smooth and hairless.

Mistress nodded her approval and locked my clitty back into its stainless steel prison.

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Mistress ordered me to kneel in the shower as she walked over to retrieve an enema bag. Kneeling there, completely hairless, in chastity and in a training collar, I wondered how it came to this. A few days ago, I had a girlfriend and a side piece, and today, I had not only signed away all my legal rights to a conniving bitch, but I was also being trained to be a sissy bitch.

As I waited for Mistress' next instructions, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. At first, it was embarrassment and humiliation at having my cock referred to as a clitty, and having my own orgasms controlled by someone else, specifically a very hot and yet terrifying woman. And yet, here I was, kneeling and waiting for Mistress to give me an instruction on how to perform an enema on myself so that I'll have a clean sissy pussy.

Mistress returned with translucent rubber enema bag with gradations and started to fill it up with water until it reached the topmost gradation. I watched her in panic as I saw how much water she was filling in the bag.

"Since this is your first time," said Mistress pointing at the bag. "We will be using the whole bag of water to get you clean throughout. Now go lay down on the floor, ass up, face down. Just this once, I'll be doing this for you, but moving forward, you'll be doing this yourself. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I replied getting into position. "Is it... are we supposed to use that much water?"

"Like I said, you dumb bitch," responded Mistress explained exasperatedly. "This is only for the first time to get all your dirt out. Then we'll be giving you another rinse with scented water so that you are smelling like roses will keep your sissy pussy nice, healthy and ready for cock."

"Since you'll be doing this on a daily basis, you'll only need to do this twice a day. Once in the morning and another in the evening. That way, your dirt will never get the chance to build up to need a full cleanse like we are about to do now. Now reach behind and spread your cheeks."

Mistress was pleased at how compliant Bambi was and she loved having her sissies bend over and spread their butt cheeks so that they can get an enema. The fact that Bambi was trembling slightly in anticipation made her all the more horny. Perhaps she'll use Bambi's tongue after the enema.

Working the dildo shaped nozzle into my bottom, Mistress continued to whisper into my ears about what a good little girl I was, and how pleased she was that I was making progress. I was simultaneously furious and humiliated because I would certainly like to lash out at her, but the collar and the other systems in place would still keep me here and put me through more incapacitating pain. So all I could do was bide my time and comply with the crazy bitch's instructions.

While I was trying to figure out how to rain retribution back on Mistress, she brought the top of the dildo-shaped nozzle up to my sissy pussy. Circling the tip around my hole, Mistress toyed with it before stopping in the centre and applying pressure. As the dildo nozzle was significantly smaller and shorter than the ones I had up my ass earlier, it slipped in with ease, and, to my surprise, didn't even hurt. Not at first or at all. Sure it was smaller, but still.

To my horror, Mistress started working it in and out of my sissy pussy and my face turned crimson as she ordered me to moan and I complied. Mistress continued to work the dildo nozzle in and out of my sissy pussy and suddenly released the valve in the tube just behind the nozzle, letting a stream of water flood deep into my ass.

"That's it, Bambi," Mistress said, a hint of amusement in her voice, mistaking the groan for a moan. "Take it like a good sissy."

I tried to relax as the warm water quickly flowed into my ass, but the cramps quickly set in, and I began to squirm in discomfort.

"Hold it, Bambi," Mistress said sternly. "Just a bit more and we're almost there. A bit more and I'll remove the nozzle. You need to hold it for a few minutes before you can go to the toilet."

Mistress held the valve open for a few more seconds until she could see a tiny hint of swelling in Bambi's stomach. Bambi was quite slender and thin even for a guy and with the slight stomach swelling from her sissy pussy being filled up with water, it made Bambi look as though she was dealing with an early pregnancy. The thought made Mistress very wet.

"That should be enough," Mistress said, shutting the valve by leaving the nozzle inside me to prevent me from letting anything go. "Now just stay in place for a little bit more so the water can do its work and clean out as much as possible."

I nodded, my eyes watering from the cramps. I couldn't believe that here I was being subjected to this humiliation. I had been relatively vanilla and the idea of having water forced into my ass was almost too much to bear, let alone the action of it actually happening.

After about what felt like an eternity, Mistress spoke up. "Alright Bambi, I'm going to remove the nozzle in a bit. You're going to squeeze your sissy pussy shut as tights as you can when I do that. If it helps, just imagine squeezing it on a big hard cock to maximise your man's pleasure. If you don't, well, trust me when I say you don't want to be cleaning up what comes out with your tongue. So clench, and then scoot over to the toilet bowl and evacuate. Got it?"

I nodded. "Three! Two! One! CLENCH!" Mistress shouted as she yanked the nozzle out of my butt. I instantly clenched shut, then quickly got up and rushed over to the toilet. Plonking my butt down, I relaxed with a huge sigh of relief as I let go and the water practically exploded out of me. What followed was a horrific and seemingly never-ending foul stream hitting the porcelain bowl, and I felt as though a huge part of my insides were washed out. My stomach seemed flatter than it was before but more importantly, the cramps were all gone.

"Good girl," Mistress said with a huge smile on her face. "Now wipe your ass clean, flush and get back into position for round 2." I complied, flushing the horrific liquid mess down before going back to the same spot in the shower.

Mistress repeated this whole experience 2 more times as she emptied the bag of water and the water being evacuated from my ass was clear.

"Now pay attention, sissy," Mistress said. "Now that you're all clean on the inside like a good sissy is, all you have to do now on is maintenance. Since you're now on a cum diet, there will be nothing to dirty up your sissy pussy so you'll only have to do a maintenance washing. For that, you're going to mix one part of this scented soap with two parts water and do your daily enema. This scented soap has been specially formulated to ensure that your pussy smells great but also will help strengthen your insides so that you can take bigger and bigger cocks without injury and absorb the nutrients whenever you have a manly load deposited into you."

"Spread your cheeks, and let's finish cleaning you up," commanded Mistress. Opening the valve emptied the entire contents into my bottom and I was again besieged with cramps, but not as much as earlier. After a few minutes, Mistress took out the nozzle and I emptied myself into the toilet. I noticed that the horrid smell from earlier was gone and, in fact, smelled a bit like roses. Even the water in the toilet was completely clear.

Mistress let out a laugh as she saw the surprise on my face as she watched me dry myself with toilet paper and flush. Mistress walked over, pulled me off the toilet, spun me around and bent me over. Spreading my cheeks, Mistress moved in and took an audible sniff. My face flushed in embarrassment.

"Great job, sissy. You do smell like roses back there and now I'm certain that when men get a whiff of how good you smell, they all will be so damn eager to fuck your brains out. You're squeaky clean inside and ready for use. In future, whenever I stick a finger up your butt, I expect it to smell nice or you'll be sorry." Mistress said laughingly, giving my ass a playful smack. "Now you have your shampoo, conditioner and body wash there so clean up and we'll move to the next part of your daily routine."

I certainly was mortified but I obeyed her instructions and showered. The thought that I would only need to go to a toilet to evacuate only liquids moving forward was not a comfort at all.

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Sitting at at the vanity, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was completely hairless from the nose down, and just had an enema making sure I was clean inside as well. My skin was smooth to the touch and my rear hole smelt like roses. Mistress stood behind, riding crop tucked under an arm while teaching me how to put on her make up.

"Today, we are going to start with the basics," Mistress said, picking up a foundation bottle. "You need to apply this evenly across your face, blending it in with your fingers."

I hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to follow Mistress's instructions. Applying the foundation to my face, I took care to blend it in as evenly as I could. Mistress stood behind me, watching my every move.

"Wrong," Mistress said sharply, and I instinctively flinched as I felt the sting of the riding crop on her backside. "You need to blend it in properly. Do it again."

I worried my bottom lip and tried again, taking more care to blend the foundation in properly. This time, Mistress nodded in approval.

"Good," she said. "Now, let's move on to the next step. You need to apply blush to your cheeks, but not too much."

Picking up the blush brush, I applied blush to my cheeks, but she was too heavy-handed, and the blush looked like two bright pink circles on my face.

"Wrong again. You look like a fucking clown," Mistress said, her voice cold. "You need to apply it more delicately, like this."

Mistress took the brush from my hand and demonstrated the correct technique. I watched, feeling humiliated at being treated like a small kid and yet hating that I'm got all riled up at being taught how to feminise my face.

"Now, you try again," Mistress said, handing the brush back to me.

I took a deep breath and tried again, my hand shaking slightly as she applied the blush. This time, I got it right, and Mistress nodded in approval.

"Very good," Mistress said. "Now, let's move on to the next step."

The lesson continued like this, with Mistress correcting every mistake that I made and delivering a swift strike with the riding crop to 'encourage' me to do better. We moved on to bronzer, mascara, eye liner, and lipstick and by the end of the lesson, my face actually looked feminine, but my body was sore and stinging from the repeated blows of the riding crop.

"Very good, Bambi," Mistress said, smiling. "You're a quick learner. With daily practice, you'll be able to do this perfectly on your own in no time."

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"Now that you're clean inside and out, and your face is so pretty you could almost pass for a girl, it's time to get you dressed," said Mistress, walking over to the rack of clothing and choosing an outfit. "Here, let's try you on this... And lingerie... Here you go. Put this on."