Slut Boy Mega Collection Volume 2

Chapter One-4

“Good! Now get up and walk around the room. I want you to get used to navigating in those shoes. You will be wearing them all the time now.”

Again I obeyed, though with great difficulty. “Turn this way,” ordered Goddess Jenae, and I saw that she was pointing her digital camera at me. “No, no, you’re walking like a man! Sissies slink, they mince, they move gracefully and coquettishly, like the shameless little hussy-sluts that they are. Now walk properly, bat your eyes at me, blow me kisses. Pose prettily for me, Slut-boy! I want some great mementoes of this momentous day!”

Naturally I did as ordered, burning with humiliation as my Goddess took dozens of photographs of me vamping in my ridiculous costume. Yet still my prick stuck up rigidly erect, and not just from the velcro tie that still bound its base. For some reason, dressing up and acting like a shameless slut (I still couldn’t believe that was actually my new name!) was really turning me on. But at last Goddess put the camera away.

“Now I really own you, totally and irrevocably my sissy little Slut-boy! Any attempt to escape me, any attempt to refuse me anything that I want in the slightest bit, and these pictures of you will get posted on the Internet, mailed to all your friends and family, and tacked up on every bulletin board, lamppost, wall and tree in the city! Can you imagine the humiliation of everyone you know seeing you as you are right now?

“Not that they all won’t know about your transformation soon enough anyway of course, because I’ll be keeping you dressed like this for the rest of your entire life. Oh, you’ll get to wear suitably slutty dresses and halters and skirts when we go out in public, and people around here might not recognize you, considering how much you’ll have changed. But they will if I point you out to them! Actually though, come to think of it, I should probably keep you locked up in here anyways – we don’t want the wrong people to find out I have an off-the-books boarder. Yes, this room has just become your prison cell. But don’t worry, you have me here – what more could you possibly need? In any case, after tonight I’m going to have a much more unbreakable hold on you. But that’s jumping ahead just a bit too much. Now, let’s get you back into bondage! In fact, in addition to keeping you imprisoned, I’m going to keep you tightly restrained to one extent or another pretty much all of the time now. So get your sissy little ass over here, Slut-boy!”

Careful not to smear my lipstick and other make-up, Goddess ball-gagged me once again. Then she positioned me standing behind the chair, and bound my ankles to the two rear legs of it. She tied one end of a long rope about the head of my p***s, and pulled it down between my legs until I was painfully back-bent. Then she pressed my c**k and waist against the chair’s backrest; wound the rope tightly around and around both the chair and me, binding me firmly to the former. She finished up by tying the other end of the rope around my balls, fiendishly securing me beyond any hope of escape.

Next Goddess produced a set of shiny steel handcuffs. She’d been doing some shopping indeed, as I was about to really find out. She snapped one manacle about my right wrist, and then bent me over the chair, all the way down to where she could pass the other cuff under the bar connecting the two front legs. My left wrist was manacled then too, and I was trapped like that, bent all the way over with my prettily panty-ed ass sticking up and the blood pounding in my elaborately painted up, ball gagged face.

“Perfect!” Goddess Jenae declared once again, and then she stepped back over to the closet. When she returned, she was carrying a tough, slender, but limber coachman’s whip. Seeing this weapon my eyes went wide and Goddess nodded smugly at me.

“That’s right! Only very naughty little Slut-boys allow themselves to be turned into totally shameless sissies. So I’m going to have to punish you regularly, starting right now!” She brusquely pulled my panties down in back, fully exposing my ass. Then she stepped off to one side, raised the whip, and without hesitation brought it whistling down, striking both of my buttocks straight on.

The ball gag proved a blessing then, giving me something hard to bite down upon. The pain was of course intense, immense, a sense-searing experience. Yet right away it doubled, tripled, quadrupled, and climbed exponentially higher as Goddess whipped me again and again and again, stroke after stroke after stroke without pause. Grimly I held onto the bar I was cuffed to, gritted my teeth on the big ball filling my mouth and repeated a litany to myself over and over, clinging to one simple fact to get me through this incredible agony: I love my Goddess, I love my Goddess, I love my Goddess…

Goddess Jenae viciously whipped my up-thrust ass for what seemed an eternity to me. Yet somehow I endured it all, my desperate love for the glorious divinity torturing me preserving me throughout this endless well-deserved hell. But at last the strokes finally stopped falling. I heard the whip hit the floor and Goddess rummaging around – no doubt preparing some new ‘fun’ to subject me to. What that was turned out to be so predictable, and yet so unexpected to poor naïve me, that I was shocked, horrified, and yet inexplicably more turned on than ever. Clearly, despite all my emotional contortions and qualms, Goddess knew me better than I did myself when devising this madly arousing doom for me.

I felt her hand caressing my extensively welted buttocks, and then heard her teasing, yet genuinely commiserating voice.

“You poor baby! My nasty whip sure did a number on you! And you haven’t even felt my paddle yet, or my riding crop, my cane, or especially my big bad eight foot bullwhip. And of course, there are always belts, hairbrushes, and even my own bare hands for me to beat you with. Tell me, Slut-boy, does your ass really hurt?”

I couldn’t see her, due to my bondage and position, but surely she could see me, so I nodded emphatically. Goddess giggled delightedly in response.

“Good! That’s good. But I’ll bet it hurts nothing now like it’s going to hurt you in a minute! ‘Cause it’s time for your big surprise, Slut-boy! Time for me to fulfill a lifelong dream, and time for you to be introduced to a lifetime of fulfillment – or at least of fill-ment!”

She giggled again, and at last walked back around in front of me. What I saw then made everything fall into place, explaining this entire bizarre scenario and sending my stunned brain and body into psychosexual gymnastics that jumped from horror to arousal to denial and back again in repeating and competing circles that had my heart pounding, my face blushing and my back-bent c**k straining more than ever to jut upright. My Goddess had grown a p***s!

Well, not grown of course. She had clearly donned it. Midway between her black facemask and her black boots, she now wore a pair of skin-tight black latex hot pants. And jutting up from the crotch of these, just above an opening that gave access to her divine opening, clearly built into the shorts themselves, was a remarkably realistic-looking erection. Perhaps three times the size of my own, this immense prick jutted jauntily up at me, confronting me with my worst nightmare and most cherished forbidden dream all at once. Was I really, truly a sissy at heart? We were about to find out!

It was like my Goddess could read my mind – and why not, since she was obviously omnipotent and clearly divine?

“That’s right, Slut-boy,” she gloated down at me. “Everyone knows that sissies suck c***s, and eagerly take them regularly up their desperately hungry ass. So starting today, and for every day for the rest of your so-called life, you will too!

“Luckily for you I’m the totally loyal and jealous type, and I want you all to myself. See, most sissies have to service their all of owner’s many lovers, making them little more than cuckolded little c**k sucking voyeurs. But the only c**k you’re going to have to service is mine. Isn’t it big, and indescribably beautiful? And aren’t you glad now that you got to practice earlier? This thing is going to be a hell of a lot more of a challenge than any hot dog, believe me! So get your slutty little c**k-sucking lips ready, Slut-boy! Here comes your eternal Goddess’ big hard prick!”

Goddess Jenae removed my ball gag. Then she moved around directly in front of me, where her gigantic p***s pointed straight at my face. She lifted my head, so that it was facing her, and nudged her enormous member against my lips.

“Come on, Slut-boy. Suck my f*****g c**k! You know you want to. This is your big day, after all, where you stop having s*x like a man, and finally switch over to the winning team. And it’s going to happen whether you want it to or not. Why not embrace it willingly and whole-heartedly? You know what they say about rape: ‘if it’s inevitable, lie back and enjoy it’! And you’re facing a lifetime of inevitability here. My advice to you is to make the very most of it!”

She had a point. So I swallowed hard, and dared to look her in the eye as I answered.

“You are right, my Goddess. I want your c**k. Please let me suck you.” She grinned down at me at that.

“Oh, I’ll do more than that. I’ll f**k your face and your ass until you can’t tell one from the other. So open wide, Slut-boy! Here comes your mistress and master all in one big irresistible organ!”

Naturally I immediately complied. And naturally Goddess made good on her promise. For five long minutes I was allowed to humbly lick and suck on her enormous manhood, while she gently pumped it in and out of my hungrily slavering jaws. But at last she saw fit to finally take me properly.

Goddess Jenae grabbed my head, and tipped it radically up and back, aligning my hole and throat. Then she started thrusting with mad abandon, plunging forcefully down my gullet until I was helplessly taking all ten inches. Her latex-clad crotch slapped into my gobbling mouth with each stroke, and my esophagus served as the sluttiest cunt ever, swallowing that giant c**k without the least qualm. It was a good thing indeed that I’d had a chance to learn to suppress my gag-reflex, for Goddess’ p***s was as much of a challenge as she’d promised. Yet like a good little Slut-boy I proved up to it, and even excited about it. I endured and enjoyed my first face-f*****g like a consummate pro, and when Goddess at last experienced an orgasm, hammered out an unbelievable crescendo and finally withdrew, I was more than eager than ever to offer her up my other virgin f**k-hole. I was literally desperate to experience my very first butt f*****g, and to prove to my glorious Goddess that she had chosen most wisely in selecting me as her sissy little Slut-boy s*x toy.

Luckily for me my Goddess agreed. She stroked my cheek, and purred down at me. “Good. That was so good! You suck c**k like you can’t get enough of it. I knew you would make me a perfect little sissy. Are you ready for the next step yet?” I nodded emphatically, and Goddess giggled yet again. “What a total, eager slut you are, Slut-boy! You’ve only been a sissy for an hour or so, and already you can’t get enough c**k! Well, you’re going to love my next present then!”