Thank You

You reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back off of Steve's cock. "Alright sissy, since you like it so much, now you're really going to get it!" you said to me with a sneer. Still holding on to my hair, you dragged me to the end of the bed and half way onto the mattress. You then quickly attached the shackles to my wrists and secured those to the far corners of the bed frame. I knew what was coming for you had me in this position many's the time before when you would fuck me with your strap-on. This time though, I knew it would not be a strap-on plowing me but rather, Steve's cock.

I felt Steve move behind me and reach under my skirt. I loved how that felt. The way he caressed my ass under the ruffles and frills of my Maid's outfit felt wonderful. By then you had moved some pillows around so that you could lean back while jamming your pussy into my face. With the way I was bound I couldn't have twisted away from it even if I had wanted to. Twisting away though was the last thing I would have wanted. I was lucky with your pussy covering my mouth. That way you couldn't really hear my moans of pleasure at the prospect of finally being fucked by a man. This was something I had fantasized about for years and here it was about to finally happen.

Steve the flipped up my skirt so that he could clearly see my ass and my rosebud. He stroked each of my ass cheeks and traced the straps of my garters as they ran down around my butt. I felt his cock nose its way onto my ass lips. With a bit of careful positioning and a little pressure he found his target. I knew I was about to get plowed. I was right. Once sure of his aim, Steve then took hold of my corset pinched waist and jammed his cock all the way into me. Nothing subtle here. Just a power fuck. Damn, I loved that.

Almost as soon as he rammed all the way into me, you climaxed. I felt your pussy spasm under my tongue and I tasted even more of your juices flow out onto my lips. It was all I could do to keep licking your clit as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I loved it. So too did Steve.

He pulled out most of the way and then rammed back in, grinding his cock deep within me. He was letting me know who was boss and I loved it! I was wanted more of it. This was far better than any strap-on. Far better. I knew then that I was now ruined for anything less than real cock. It was a good thing my mouth was full of your pussy or I would have said so right then. Not clearly perhaps but my cries of pleasure would have been all the proof anyone would ever need to know it.

Instead I just kept on licking your pussy, you kept on cumming onto my lips, and Steve kept on fucking my garter belt framed ass. It was wonderful. I wish it could have gone on forever. As it was it went on for quite a while. Too soon though my constant clenching down on Steve's cock was having its affect. I felt his cock get even harder within me and then he rammed into me even more fiercely and I heard him growl as he climaxed behind me. With that, he leaned forward, pressed my face deeper into your pussy and the two of you began kissing again. It was almost like I was not there. I felt completely used. Used for both you and Steve's pleasure. Used as a sex toy for your perversions. I loved that! It felt great! I was a fantastic turn on. I wanted more of it.

Soon, you pulled my face off of your pussy and Steve pulled himself out of my ass. It was then that I learned another virtue of that condom in my ass: I was now free to lick Steve's cock clean of his cum from fucking me. Even more perversity! It was a wonderful evening of debauchery.

I slept on the floor that night. Chained by my ankle to the bed. I was exhausted and very content. I drifted off to sleep listening to you and Steve idly discuss your plans to further feminize and humiliate me. I had almost made up my mind to tell you how much I was enjoying all of this as I drifted off to sleep. In the morning I'll tell you. In the morning. This time for sure. Well, that didn't happen.

As usual I awoke before you and I used that time to contemplate what had happened the previous night. Although I still had plans to tell you my actual feelings, I decided to let them wait a while. At least until Steve had left and we had a chance to talk. That didn't happen either.

Once we were all up and I had made the two of you your breakfasts, serving you in bed as usual, you told me of your feelings and of your plans. I was not upset that Steve was then to move in. I actually looked forward to getting more of his wonderful cock. You also hinted at something about taking my subjection up to another level. By then my cock had started straining in its cage again so I really didn't follow you too closely. I guess I should have.

The two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, calling me in only to bring you your meals or to lick the two of you clean of all your fucking. That night Steve did leave and you put on your biggest strap-on. I had been a good sissy so you were going to reward me by fucking me until I came. You took off the chastity cage and then plowed on in to my ass. Even as rough as Steve was the previous day, his fucking seemed to have more finesse than you and your strap-on. It just felt better inside too. Oh, don't get me wrong. I still enjoyed getting fucked by you, I always do. It was just that I had now been well fucked by the real thing and no strap-on would compare after that. I was still able to climax wonderfully though.

I wrapped my nylon covered legs around you as you slammed into my ass. You reached down and began to tweak my nipples and that sent me right over the edge. I was soon spurting jets of cum right up to my chin. My climax was that intense. Unfortunately it was not you I was thinking of as I was going over the edge, it was Steve and his cock. His wonderful cock. Fucking me senseless. I loved it.

Things seemed to happen even faster after that. Steve moved in and now you were having me submit to him as I was to you. This soon came to include giving him almost as many blowjobs as I was giving you head. I was in Heaven! Sexual servitude to both a woman AND a man! Total submission and complete servitude. I was perfectly happy.

You however, were not satisfied. I don't know why you wanted me to suffer. Your dominance over me and your feminization of me didn't seem to satisfy you. You wanted to break me. Perhaps you sensed that I was actually enjoying all of this, I don't know. What I do know however, is that you took things too far. Not what you did next but the way you did it. You violated my trust in you and you showed how little respect for me you had. Those two things are what really marked the beginning of the end between us.

That night, while Steve was off somewhere else that evening, you and I got into a particularly hard scene. You really laid into me with the cane. I was in deep pain from that. You pushed me mercilessly -- far harder than you normally do. Then you put the canes away and began working me up sexually. You unlocked my cock cage and began playing with my cock and balls while rubbing my oh-so sensitive nipples. This was an abrupt change in gears but, hey, it felt really good so I went along with it.

You had been commenting on how nice my breasts were looking. Telling me that I was really getting good at forcing them up to look like I was developing actual breasts. You still didn't know that I knew of your hormone treatments. Did you really think I wouldn't have noticed I was developing actual breasts? Well you just kept on stroking my nipples and caressing my breasts as you swung over my bound form and mounted me. This was really wonderful for you hardly ever did that at this point. With such stimulation it really didn't take long for you to have me right at the edge. As per your training of me though, I didn't cum right then. I had to have your permission first.

I really liked that you had that much control over my sex that I had to ask you for permission to cum. It was a turn on for me to have to beg for it. Tonight was a bit different though. As I was about to cum you reached under the pillow and took something out from under it. You leaned in close and told me to thrust up into you. Soon I had established a rhythm and was right on the edge again. I began begging you for permission to cum. You smiled, looked me right in the eyes, brutally squeezed one of my nipples with one hand, told me to cum right then, and jabbed something into my arm with your other hand.

All those sensations were too much and I shot hard and deep within you. My elation from my climax soon began to turn to something else as I felt myself begin to slip away. I distinctly remember you laughing though. Laughing a rather cruel laugh as you got up off of my spent cock, shifted yourself around and planted your pussy onto my face. I was out of it entirely before I had a chance to lap at my cum dripping from you lips. I know that you smeared my face with it though for that is one of the first things I felt when I woke up in the hospital.

I awoke there in a slow progression of increasing awareness. I felt awful. Nauseous. As my awareness returned I began feeling all sorts of aches and pains throughout my body. Everything felt stiff. As if I hadn't been able to move for some time. I soon realized why, I was strapped down to the bed. I also realized it was not our bed but a bed in some sort of medical facility. It was all I could do not to panic.

I guess that had I really been the spineless wimp you thought me to be I would have panicked. However, I am stronger than that so I began to try and sort things out. As I came further out of the mental fog I had been in I noticed something very different feeling about my chest. It felt like someone had used it as a punching bag. It was incredibly sore. It also looked different. I couldn't really tell for it was hard to look down and the blanket was covering it. At this point my heart rate must have spiked up enough for the attendant to notice and she quietly came into the room. I didn't have a chance to react or ask any questions before she did something to the IV running into my arm and I drifted off again.

The next thing I knew I was hearing your voice. You were there in the room talking to me. I came out of things much faster this time. I was still in the same place and still bound to the bed but I felt much better this time.

"Wha... What.. What happened?" I finally asked once I got my mouth working.

"Well my sissy man. I finally got tired of you pretending to be a girl with no tits so I thought I would help you out. With your flat chest you aren't much of a woman and with your wimp of a personality you aren't much of a man either. You know how I don't like doing things by halves so, I decided that I wanted you to have a nice set of tits. Now no one will mistake you for a man. Not that many would have before anyway. But now it is definite! Congratulations! You now really are a sissy!"

With this you pressed the controller on the bed to raise me up and she drew off the blanket. "Look over there at the mirror. I've placed it so that you can see your lovely breasts. Aren't they gorgeous! Such perky tits for my little sissy! You should be grateful!"

I was amazed. Stunned. You really had gone and done it. I now had tits. Big, beautiful tits. Not some cheap boob job either. Oh no, not from you. You had bought me the best pair of tits that money could buy. Truth be told, they were bigger and better formed than yours. I was simply too shocked to say anything but stare at myself in the mirror.

My next thought was pretty obvious and you had anticipated it. You laughed and reached over to pat my crotch. "Oh don't you worry your little sissy head about your little wanker. It's still there. Along with your sissy balls. For now." My relief was obvious for you laughed even harder. You then unsnapped my restraints and helped my up out of the bed. I was stiff from the forced immobility and the weight on my chest felt very, very odd.

I had tits! Real tits! No more falsies! No more pushups! No more taping the skin to bunch it up above my corset. No more spending hours applying blush between my pecs to make it seem like I had cleavage for now I really did have cleavage! Real tits! Well, perhaps not entirely real but as real as a lot of girls get these days!

This was a huge step. A step a lot bigger than I would have taken myself. Yeah, I had fantasized about it but those were only fantasies. This was reality. Now it was no longer a case of dressing up and pretending. That took some of the fun out of it. Some of the charge was gone. I really did enjoy pretending being a woman while remaining fully a guy beneath it all. This was more than I wanted.

You also didn't even ask me about it. That really hurt. No build-up, no persuasion, just a simple decision on your part put me under the knife. Why? Did you really feel the need to hurt me? Didn't you trust me any more? This was major surgery. I had to have been out for hours at least. Well, maybe not but I was out for long enough. You had no right to do this. I have no idea how you got a doctor to do all this. I know I had not signed any release forms or anything like that.

Even as I was running my hands across my new and perfect breasts I knew something had died here. I knew I could no longer trust you ever again. That made me sad. Even with everything we had gone through over the past years I was still in love with you and wanted only to please you. Then you did something like this. I began to cry. I cried for what was lost between us.

As further proof of just how cruel and uncaring you had become you took my tears as being those of defeat. The look in your eyes was awful. So vindictive and heartless. You really thought you had me then. Yet it was at precisely at that moment that you really lost me. Such a shame. We could have gone so much further together.

You shuffled me back to the bed and left me to my thoughts. Later that day you came in again and took me home this time. That was a real experience. I was dressed in a loose fitting shirt and a pair of Capri pants. Getting the new bra on was an experience on its own. My new breasts were still very tender so it took me far longer than usual to get everything hooked up. I was grateful for the added support though.

Once we got home Steve was a sight to see. He was totally surprised by what you had done to me. He kept staring at my tits and telling you how fantastic they looked. He could not keep his hands off of them either! Even as tender as they were I thrilled to his touch. You didn't.

I could tell that you were none too pleased with Steve's reaction to me and my new tits. Well honey, that is your own damn fault. My tits were now much bigger than yours and a whole lot prettier too! You can't really fault a man for liking that now can you? I couldn't. I liked it.

After a day of lounging around in my room while I recovered from the operation I was soon back up and about doing my normal chores. My breasts looked wonderful even under the bruises. Bruises I was used to. I actually kind of liked them. When you and I played hard I liked the resulting bruises. They were like trophies to me. Still though, I was really looking forward to when they would clear off of my tits and I could see them without any blemishes.

That first week at home after my little trip to the doctor's was a real eye opener for me. You had become a very grumpy and unhappy woman. Steve on the other hand was like a kid in a candy store. He now had two women to play with. He took full advantage of that by taking full advantage of me. That was fun.

He took every opportunity to play with me that he could. He was constantly touching and fondling my new tits. He would even take time off from work to come over during the day and work me up instead. I had never been so well fucked so often as that. It was great.

Of course, there was only so much of poor Steve to go around and even he, as good a lover as he is, could "keep it up" (so to speak) for that long and do justice to the two of us. No surprise that his attentions to you began to suffer. This was anything but what you had planned. Sorry about that kiddo, but you were the one who called the shots on this one.

Soon enough you had developed another scheme to show me who was boss. While Steve was a real prize the men you found next were anything but. Sure, they had no problem fucking the snot out of some "little sissy faggot with tits" but they were nothing compared to Steve. I think you must have deliberately selected the cruelest and most undesirable men you could find. At least you insisted I put in my condom. Your sense of self preservation must have been at work there more than any concern for me. After all, the last thing you wanted to do was catch some disease from your sissy. Small favors yes, but I was glad for it.

Those next few weeks were not a whole lot of fun for me. Sure, I was getting fucked almost relentlessly. Time and again and by so many different guys. Every night it seemed like there was yet another guy hanging off of you as you came in the door. One quick suck or hard fuck and then the would be gone. Sometimes I hardly even saw their faces. I really felt like an uncared for piece of meat then.

Steve didn't like this either. Part of it was his feelings for me. Part of it was his feelings for you. You had changed. You had become so much more mean and uncaring. Your ego was really screaming then. Constantly bitchy and unsatisfied. Not a pretty picture.

If your giving me tits had started me on the path to leave, your actions over the following weeks really clenched it. So, I began to take stock of my life. You thought I had been reduced to this helpless little sissy wimp who was utterly broken and completely dependant upon you. Well, as usual you were completely wrong about me once again.

True, I was now an almost fully feminized sissy. My tits had healed up enough that no bruises showed. My figure was slim enough and I had over two years of practice in being en femme all the time. I could pass quite well thank you very much. Quite well indeed.

Long ago you had taken my wallet from me, had me cut up my credit cards, and sign over my accounts to you. I was actually relieved to do that because making all those damn payments was a real pain. That you wanted to shoulder all that extra burden was fine by me. Now here I was fully free and clear. Far from being an obstacle I found this to be a great advantage.

I had been busy during all those days spent at home as a kept little sissy. While you were off at work I had been busy on-line. Once I had finished all my daily chores I would fire up the PC and begin taking my on-line courses. I had wanted to do something like this for years and years but never had the time. Now I did. Not a whole lot of time but each day I kept at it and it really added up over those many days.

Sitting there one morning in my maid's uniform and with your juices still smeared on my face with the taste of Steve's cum still in my mouth, I completed the last of those on-line courses. I now was a certified Java programmer! I now had a new skill for a new career! Those high tech companies could give a good god damn who or what you were just so long as you could program!

I really wanted to share this new joy with you but, instead, I kept it quiet. You were a very angry and unhappy woman right then. I also realized that you were becoming rather dangerous. If you would stoop to knocking me out and then putting me under the knife to give me tits, you might also do that to take away something as well! I did not want to find that out the hard way.

So I then filed for name change and a gender change with the DMV. That took some time but I figure it would not be that long if I kept at it. This too was something I had planned to surprise you with. It would have been something to show my devotion to you. Instead it became my secret means of escape.