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THE TRAINING:

(If you are not 21 years of age, then go away!  This is “play-stuff” for 
adults only”)


Part One:  The Master

I met him at a Seminar.  He was the topic leader and was speaking to us 
about motivating
office personnel.  He was a behavioral psychiatrist – and expert in his 
field.  Damon
Jamison was his name.  Anyhow, I listened and learned – and then 
accidentally met him at
the coffee shop after the seminar.  I decided to sit with him and learn a 
little more about
behavior modification.  My name is – or was Michael Tanner.

Damon invited me to sit with him and we had quite a conversation.  He was 
a truly
Dominant personality who seemed to take control of any situation he found 
himself in. 
“Tell me, Michael, why do you seek me out?  You want something from me!”

He was right – I wanted to benefit from his knowledge and expertise.  “I 
don’t know how
you can tell, but there IS something I would like to know.”

“Tell me, Michael.”

“Is it possible to use the skills you’ve learned to manipulate a person’s 
personality?”

“Why do you ask?  Who do you want to manipulate?”

“Why – well – actually, it’s my wife that I’d like to change.  She’s such 
a meek person
and I’ve always wanted her to be more – well – domineering!  Do you know 
what I
mean?”

“You want her to be the aggressor, do you, Michael?”

“Yes, I do!  I’ve always wondered what it would be like if – well – if 
she would dominate
our sexual relationship.  Not that I want her to do anything KINKY or the 
like, mind
you.”

“Now, Michael – I think you really WOULD like her to reveal that sexual 
prowess to do
unusual things to you – wouldn’t you?”

“Well – Yes – I guess I would.  I’d like to see her be willing to 
experiment with sexual
things – to – to...”

“Come, now, Michael – spit it out!  How can I help you unless you are 
willing to tell me
everything?”

“Well – I wish she’d just let go – not only with ME – but with – YOU know 
– other
GIRLS!”

“You want her to engage in lesbian affairs?”

“Well I don’t want her to become a lesbian or anything like that!  I just 
wish she were
more – SEXUAL!”

We talked for more than an hour and he agreed to try some of his 
techniques on her to
encourage her sexual appetite.  I was to bring her over to his house to 
meet his wife.  We
would have dinner and see what would develop.  I couldn’t believe my 
luck!  Damon
seemed to be JUST the guy I was looking for!

***************

Kim always was eager to go out and meet new people.  She was a beautiful 
wife – sexy as
they come.  She stood 5’ 3” and was a dynamite 36 - 20 -35 figure of a 
woman.  Her only
problem was that she was too reserved!  We had sex maybe once a week and 
usually in
the traditional “missionary position.”  She never swore – never had a 
mean thought –
never said a bad thing about anybody.  I loved her for that, but wished 
that SOMETIMES
she would show just a little bit of “the bitch” that I knew must be in 
her.  She never did.

We met at Damon’s and was introduced to his wife, Julie – a beautiful 
blonde that
appeared no older than my teenage daughter.  She was dressed in a thin, 
gauze dress that
left nothing to the imagination.  Her lovely nipples teased the fabric 
and her shapely ass
moved so enticingly under her thin dress.  Her legs were long and sexy – 
and she smell
SO NICE!  

We got through the small talk and were eating our dinner when Damon began 
his magic. 
“I believe that men and women are different, don’t you, Kim?”, he began. 
 She laughed
and nodded her agreement while she sipped on the after-dinner glass of 
wine.  “Women
are superior – at least to MOST men.  Men like ME are the TRUE Masters – 
but that’s
another matter.”  We all laughed and listened to ‘The Master’ speak.  He 
had control of
the conversation AND the situation.

Damon reached in his pocket and pulled out a shiny sphere and placed it 
on the table.  It
rotated as he continued talking.  “LOOK at that, my dear.”  Without 
thinking, Kim started
watching the sphere.  “Women are superior to men, Kim – just like YOU are 
superior to 
Michael.”

Kim interrupted – “I’ve always believed that a MAN should be the 
leader...”

“Just watch the sphere, my dear!”, said Damon.  “I’ve added a mild 
hypnotic to your wine
to help you  learn.  Watch the sphere and take in my voice and my 
thoughts.  They seem
so natural – so RIGHT to you, don’t they?”  Kim had a blank look to her 
face as she
watched the sphere rotate and listened to the voice of The Master.  I 
watched and listened
TOO with awe.  He has hypnotized my wife and none of us even caught it – 
except Julie. 
She was breathing hard and her nipples were extended as she watched her 
husband
perform his magic on an unsuspecting and unwilling female.

“You are a dominant female, Kim – a truly superior female.  You use 
others for your
sexual pleasure – pleasure of which you have GREAT need.  You have an 
insatiable
sexual appetite for Dominant play.  You toy with men – and PLAY with 
women.  Watch
the sphere, Kim – it is taking the shape of a beautiful female breast.”  
Kim watched as, in
her mind, the sphere changed shape to resemble a large tit.  “Lick your 
lips, Kim – that
breast is for YOU!  You NEED the soft comforts of a female body to bring 
sexual release
to yours.  You USE men – but play with WOMEN!  

“Touch YOUR breast, Kim – see how hard your nipples have become just 
THINKING
about making love to a woman!”  Kim began rolling her fingers around her 
nipples which
had become quite visible through her dress.  “Your pussy is hot and 
DESPERATELY
needs the attention of soft, female lips.”  Kim raised her short skirt 
and began toying with
the crotch of her panty.  Her face had become flush as Damon continued to 
play with and
program her mind.  “You will ALWAYS feel this way, Kim – you have become 
a
Dominant Bitch whose husband is a toy.  Your mind will never see him as 
anything other
than your slave.”

“he is my slave”, said Kim as she continued to play with herself, still 
watching the sphere.  

“Look at my wife – look at Julie, Kim”, said Damon.  Kim looked up and 
saw an equally
flush Julie watching what her husband was doing to another female.  She 
knew WELL the
mental games that Damon was capable of.  “Do what your mind tells you to 
do, Kim –
Julie is your slave for the next hour.”

Kim stood up and walked toward Julie.  She had a different look on her 
face – a
LUST-FILLED look of a Dominant Woman.  Reaching Julie, she immediately 
began
fondling her breasts through the thin gauze that hid nothing – and then 
she slapped her
HARD on the face.

“STRIP!”, demanded Kim.  Julie was startled, but not shocked by Kim’s 
advances.  She
had been placed in this position before.  “Yes, Mistress”, she said as 
she reached back to
unzip her dress, allowing it to fall past her shapely body to the floor. 
 Standing there in
only a pair of thin, white panties, she bowed her head as Kim began to 
fondle her ample
breasts.   She drew her CLOSE to herself, holding her lovely face in her 
delicate hands --
and then their lips met.  Kim enjoyed her first gentle kiss as her tongue 
entered Julie’s
waiting mouth.  They kissed and touched each other, raising the level of 
passion to a new
height.  

 “Undress me”, demanded Kim.  Julie then began to slowly disrobe 
Michael’s wife.  He
watched as the two women touched, kissed and fondled one another.  For 
the next hour
they made tender love in several ways while Michael watched on – pants 
filled with a
hard and aching cock.  

Julie ate Kim’s cunt and licked her ass.  Kim used Julie as she desired, 
even spanking her
at one time because Julie was slow to respond.  This was the wife that 
Michael only
dreamed about – and now she was here, performing before him and The 
Master.  After
precisely an hour’s worth of sexual play, Kim sat back down at the table 
and again looked
at the sphere.  She was naked and unashamed.  

“You’ve become my toy”, said Damon.  “I am The Master – and YOU are my 
student. 
You will be Mistress to your worthless husband – he will become OUR 
slave!”  

i was taken back that the reference that Damon made concerning my 
“slavery” and started
to say something, but finding myself unable to speak.  “QUIET!”, said 
Damon.  “you also,
michael, have fallen under my mental direction.  Not only your WIFE was 
hypnotized,
but you also.   You are QUITE under my spell I can assure you.   Suck 
your thumb,
michael.”

mike found himself raising his hand and sucking his thumb as if it were a 
small penis.  he
was quite unable to resist Master Damon’s ‘suggestions.’

“Kim  IS your Mistress and you ARE her slave, aren’t you, michael?”  

“Yes, Master!”, I found myself saying.  “I am your slave!”

“Now let me FINISH telling you my philosophy about males and females.”  
Now both
Kim and i were watching the sphere, listening to the Master teach us.  
“Males ARE truly
the submissives of the species and belong under the tutelage of  strong 
females.  I’ve
found that the best way to TRAIN a male is to emasculate him totally.  
Feminize a male,
and you will break his male spirit.  COMPLETELY feminize and transform 
him, and you
will gain a slave.  Transform him into a SHEMALE, and you’ve created 
something useful
for the stable.  Don’t you agree, Kim?”

Kim was smiling now – pleased by what she was hearing.  “Absolutely, 
Master.  My slave
will become something USEFUL to us.”

“And MICHAEL!”, said Damon.  “you wanted your wife to become a Dominant? 
-- well,
you’ve GOT it!  She is and WILL be the perfect Dominatrix – your 
Mistress.  And YOU,
michael?  you are totally submissive under her – you can be nothing else 
BUT submissive
to KIM – or to any OTHER female.  you can only OBEY as any slave should. 
 Who ARE
you, michael?”, demanded Damon.

“i am a slave”, said michael, wondering how this whole thing got so 
out-of-control.  

“And to savor this victory, I want you to be totally aware of every 
humiliation Mistress
Kim  causes you, michael.  You will  KNOW that she is changing you 
against your will –
but you will be unable to resist anything she demands.  She will CHANGE 
you – and you
must comply.”

“Yes, Master”, said michael, cognizant of the trap he had fallen into, 
but quite unable to
break the spell.

Damon smiled as he released both Kim and michael from the spell.  Though 
released,
they were still very much under his control.  They had been reconditioned 
to start a new
life.  “You will meet with Julie and me next week at this time and report 
your progress.  Is
that understood, Kim?”

“Yes, Master”, said Kim.  

Handing several slips of paper to Kim, Damon continued, “have these 
prescriptions filled. 
You will be needing them to begin the feminization process on your 
worthless husband. 
And on your way out, Julie will give you a copy of my book, “Breaking the 
Male Spirit”. 
Read it!  It will help you to break and train your husband into the 
proper sissy he will
soon become.  If you have any questions, you may call Julie during the 
week.  Now take
your worthless husband -- this THING who wanted to turn you into a 
lesbian -- and leave. 
I tire now!”

Kim started gathering her clothes to put them back on – unconcerned about 
her nakedness
and of the sexual dance she did with Julie.  As she put her clothing back 
on, she reached
down and gathered Julie’s white panties her in hands.  Throwing them at 
her husband she
said, “put THESE on before we leave.”  michael couldn’t believe his ears. 
  he took the
panties and started for the restroom only to be stopped in his tracks.  

“HERE!”, said Kim.  “You will strip in front of us and put your panties 
on!”  michael
undid his pants and took off his underpants and slipped on the white, 
nylon panties.  He
was red as red can be as Julie watched and giggled.  As he began to reach 
of his pants,
Kim said, “Leave them here!  We GO now!”  michael left the house 
following Kim.  He
was dressed in panties and felt the first wave of humiliation as his new 
life – the life he
had begged Damon to give him – had begun.

(In Part Two, the real training begins)

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PART TWO:  The Training

DISCLAIMER:  Go away if you’re not 21!  Adult material.


michael followed Kim out of the house to their car.  Since it was parked 
on the street,
many passers-by got an eye-full of a panty-clad male humbly following a 
sexy female.  his
head was bowed in disgrace and his mind was in a turmoil.  he KNEW he 
should start
regaining control of the situation, but the hypnotic therapy that Damon 
had imposed on
him and his wife made that quite impossible.

She drove home -- one of the FEW times she actually was in the driver’s 
seat of the car. 
Positions had changed!  On the way home Kim stopped at the Drug Store and 
had the
prescriptions that Damon had given her filled.  There were several 
prescriptions which
was for patients undergoing sexual realignment.   The druggist asked if 
she needed
instructions for their usage and Kim assented, wanting all the help she 
could get to begin
my transformation.  On her way out of the store she also purchased some 
beauty supplies
for her new slave.

She parked on the street several houses down from ours, making me walk in 
my shirt and
panties to the house.  Several neighbors noticed that something was 
different, including
our sexy young neighbor -- a newly-wed whose husband was on assignment 
overseas.

In the house Kim told me to strip to my panties and go to bed.  She spent 
the evening
reading Damon’s book,  “Breaking the Male Spirit”.  She spent a great 
deal of the night
thinking about her new life -- a life she had never wanted, but which her 
husband had
thrust upon her.  Well, if he wanted a Dominatrix, then he HAD one.  Kim 
smiled
wondering why she had never “taken control” before.  And then she began 
thinking about
her sexy neighbor, Lisa.  Kim fell asleep on the couch dreaming about the 
possibilities
that lay in front of her.  She had a husband who could do nothing to 
prevent his slavery --
and a neighbor whose panties she would soon be getting into!

**************

“Wake up, bitch!”, Kim said to michael as he was rudely awakened.  “It’s 
time to start
your new life!”

i got up, dressed only in the tight panties that belonged to Julie.  Kim 
was dressed in a
black bra and black satin panties.  “What do you want, Mistress”, i 
asked.  The effect of
the hypnosis was still quite evident and still impossible to resist.  

“We have to start changing you”, Kim said, handing me some pills to take. 
   “you will be
taking these for a LONG TIME”, she informed me.  She told me to get out 
of the panties
and go to the shower.   Before i entered, she made me apply Nair to my 
body -- PLENTY
of Nair!  After waiting for 15 minutes, she tested a few areas and was 
satisfied that the
lotion had done its work.  i showered and watched as my body hair fell to 
the drain.  i was
as smooth as a sissy -- a sissy who had tears in his eyes at the 
realization that this
nightmare was only beginning.

“We’re not going to make you look like a girl -- YET!”, Kim said as she 
toweled me dry. 
She directed me back to the bedroom where she had laid out the clothing i 
was to wear for
the day.  First she had me put on a pink pair of nylon panties -- these 
fit me much better
than Julie’s panties that i wore yesterday.  It seems that she had gone 
out in the night and
had picked up a few more items that i would be needing.

After the panties, i was directed to put on a “training bra”.  It fit 
tightly around my chest
and had almost no cups whatsoever.  A lacy camisole came next.  Then she 
had me sit
down at her vanity.  “We aren’t going to make you look like a girl yet”, 
she said.   “I think
it would be more appropriate to Damon’s philosophy if we first made you 
look like an
effeminate male who enjoys wearing female clothing.  A little makeup will 
only help give
the illusion that a SISSY is in the making.  With that she applied a very 
light blush to my
cheeks and a light pink lipstick to my lips.  She plucked my eyebrows to 
take on a more
feminine line and put on a light mascara on my eyelids.  One had to look 
close to see
whether i was really wearing makeup -- that’s how subtle it was!  But, on 
the other hand,
it was not invisible -- and it WOULD turn heads as people wondered 
whether i WAS
wearing makeup or not.

A thin, white male shirt came next.  Kim made sure she cut off the top 
three buttons so it
hung open to show the lace of my camisole.  She made me wear a pair of 
slacks she had
purchased in the night -- they were not quite white and not quite pink; 
they were
DEFINITELY not male slacks.   She then had me wear ankle high nylons -- 
sheer -- and
my regular shoes.  Then she made me watch a movie which showed effeminate 
males
walking and prancing about with their hands on their hips and their asses 
wiggling.  “you
will mimic the body motions”, Kim demanded.  i watched and studied, 
unable to resist her
commands.  Then she had me practice what i watched -- and i pranced about 
like a sissy
male fag.

i spent the day practicing my walk and my mannerisms until Kim was 
satisfied that they
looked natural to me.  “It’s time to do some shopping, dear”, she said.  
i was petrified to
go out of the house looking as i did, but i followed her, nonetheless, 
back to our car.  Our
neighbor,  Lisa, noticed us walking past her house and waved.  i waved 
back at Kim’s
direction and my ass wiggled as i passed.  I was so humiliated!  

“Go invite Lisa for some dessert tonight”, Kim demanded.  i looked at her 
with pleading
eyes not to do this to me -- but i could not resist.  i sashayed up to 
her house and invited
Lisa.  “MY!  you look DIFFERENT today, michael”, she said as she 
inspected my
clothing.  “Is everything alright?”  i giggled and said yes and told her 
that we would
LOVE to have her over for dessert.   Lisa agreed -- “7:00 then!”  Kim’s 
plans were
working out well!

Kim drove me to the mall and we stopped at several women’s stores to buy 
clothing. 
“you’ll be needing a lot of panties and bras”, she said in a mocking way. 
 “Blossoming
sissies need a LOT of things!”  In each store i was required to ask for 
certain items.  Kim
was always at my side as i asked for either panties, garters, nylons, 
bras, etc.   As the sales
girl would show me the items, Kim would often take them from her and hold 
them up to
me as if to measure.  In several places she asked the sales person to 
take my measurement
to be sure the sizes were correct.  i never knew one could FEEL such 
painful humiliation!

The shopping done, we returned home with many packages of new clothing.  
Kim made
me rip up my male underwear in front of her while she took pictures of me 
in action. 
Then she had me fill my dresser and closet with the new clothing.  After 
giving me my
afternoon medicine, she made me clean the house to prepare for our 
evening guest.

i cooked supper -- and then changed into something more revealing.  Kim 
wanted to be
sure that Lisa could see my bra under my new blouse.  “I think we’ll need 
to purchase
some breast forms for you tomorrow”, she said as she rolled up a couple 
pairs of panties
to stuff in my bra.  “We’ll need something that moves like real breasts 
until yours come
in!”  She told me that i didn’t have to wear a skirt yet --but she made 
me wear one of the
more feminine slacks i had purchased.  They zipped in the back and i 
needed help;  she
liked that!

At 7:10 there was a knock at the door.  “Answer it!”, Kim demanded.  Kim 
had dressed in
a seductive way.  She was braless in a little wrap-around dress that was 
fastened only by 
a belt and two buttons.  Tiny black satin panties barely covered her 
lovely snatch.  Her
makeup was impeccable -- she smelled sexy.  

i answered the door and Lisa almost burst out laughing when she saw me.  
“What the hell
is going ON here?”, she asked as she looked me over.  “Are you getting 
KINKY on me or
something?”  

i didn’t say a word other than to invite her in.  “Mistress will be with 
us in a moment”, i
said. 

“Are you wearing a BRA?”, Lisa asked, knowing full well that my bra was 
pushing out
my blouse like a teenager’s first tits.  “And you’re wearing women’s 
pants!”  

“Listen, Lisa -- it’s the way Kim wants it”, i said in a meek voice.

“Lisa, darling!”, Kim said as she pranced into the room.  “I see you’ve 
met the new
michael!” 

“What have you DONE to him?”, Lisa asked, still inspecting me as if i 
were a piece of
meat.

“I’m doing to HIM what he wanted to do to ME”, Kim stated.  “Tell her, 
michael!”

For the next half hour i told Lisa the story -- the whole thing!  At 
first she didn’t believe
me until Kim made me do some things against my will.  “he’ll do anything 
i ask him to”,
she said.  “Watch this!”   And then she made me unzip my pants, pull them 
down and
show my panties.  

“Make that little cock hard”, she said.  i played with my cock through 
the panties until i
was rock hard.  Soon i was begging for relief.  “Does my little sissy 
want to cum?”, she
asked. 

“PLEASE, Mistress -- i want to cum so bad!”  i realized that since this 
whole thing began
i had not once had any sexual release.  

“Too bad”, said Kim.  “sissies like you don’t NEED to cum!”  She 
commanded me to
stop, but first to gather my own precum with my fingers and lick them 
clean.  Lisa was
beside herself watching me humiliate myself at my wife’s command.  One 
could tell that
the whole scene was turning her on.  It had been MONTHS since her husband 
had been
home, and it had been that long since she had sex of any kind.  It 
showed!

Kim quickly took advantage of the situation by telling me to start a 
movie she had
purchased.  It was a sex film.  i was still in my panties as my ass 
wiggled its way across
the living room.  Lisa couldn’t help herself as she felt my pantied ass 
as i came close to
her.  Kim allowed it for a moment and then sat down next to Lisa.

“he’ll do anything you ask?”, Lisa pondered.  

“Anything!”, Kim said.  

Lisa’s attention was now divided between the images on TV and the 
panty-clad man with
a hard cock in front of her.  She was becoming flush as her hands 
involuntarily began
toying with her own nipples.  On the screen two women were beginning to 
disrobe and
make love to one another.  Next to Lisa, i was playing with my cock 
through my panties
as Mistress Kim told me to play with myself again -- but not to cum!  

“It’s HOT in here”, she said in a husky voice as she looked at Kim who 
had unwrapped
her wrap-around.  Kim’s breasts were showing -- her nipples were excited 
and erect.  

“Let me help you take some of these things off”, said Kim as she began 
undressing her
guest.  Julie just let it happen as Kim seduced her.   Lisa was down to 
her bra and panties
as Kim ordered me to take the rest of Julie’s clothes off.  “WITH YOUR 
TEETH”, she
commanded.  

i crawled to her and used my mouth to pull the straps of her bra off her 
shoulders.  Then i
used my mouth to pull the cups over her breasts.  Julie was panting now 
at the vulgar
scene unfolding.  “Her PANTIES”, Kim demanded.  i knelt between her soft 
thighs and
resisted licking her moist pussy.  Gently i nudged her nylon panties from 
her waist as she
lifted herself up to assist me.  

“WATCH”, Kim said as she took over.  Lisa had never made love to a woman 
before, but
she learned quickly.  Soon they were touching each other’s breasts and 
making love as
though they had been doing it all their lives.  i could only watch once 
again as my wife
demonstrated that Damon’s conditioning of her had been quite successful. 
 They made
wonderful lesbian love -- and for the first time since this whole thing 
began, i came! 
Without even touching my cock, i came in my panties.  

Kim noticed and made me take my panties off and lick them clean.  Then 
she made me
lick both her and Lisa to several orgasms.  Kim gave me my evening 
medicine, and then
they had me dress in a babydoll nightie and put me to bed while they 
continued to make
love through the night.  

This is the way the week continued -- each day brought new humiliations. 
 i was pranced
about, never as a female, but always as an effeminate male sissy.  i have 
not been allowed
to fuck my wife since the ordeal began -- she claims i never again will. 
 But tomorrow is
another day -- the day we meet again with Damon and Julie.  He’ll be 
quite interested to
know that whatever the medication -- my breasts are beginning to tingle 
and itch.

SHALL I CONTINUE?

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THE TRAINING:  Part Three

We were on our way back to see Damon -- the week had been a
NIGHTMMARE for me!  Put under Damon’s spell, i was unable to resist
the hypnotic state i had been put under.  Kim, my wife, had also been put
under a spell which rendered her a superb Dominatrix.  i, on the other
hand, who has first asked Damon’s help to turn my wife into a more
experimental sexual bitch, was turned into her sissy slave.  She had 
spent
the week feminizing me and making love to our neighbor, Lisa.  As the
week wore on, so did her work of emasculating me.

Each day had brought new humiliations -- but each day also found the
hypnotic spell of Damon’s weakening.  i KNEW what Kim was doing and
each day i resisted her more.  i would NOT be turned into a female, 
despite
the medication and hormone prescriptions Damon had given me.  Each
new humiliation only increased my resolve to somehow regain my
masculine edge and finally put my wife into her proper role -- that of a
conquered bitch and slut.

“Time to go see Master Damon and Julie”, Kim said gleefully as the day
began.  “I bet he’ll just be THRILLED to see the progress I’ve made on
you!”

“i BET he will”, i muttered under my breath.

“Did you dress in the clothes i laid out for you?”, Kim asked as she came
into the bedroom.

“i really didn’t have any other CHOICE in the matter, now DID i”, i
sputtered.  

“i guess you didn’t!”, said Kim with a studious glare.  “I think you’re
getting a bit FEISTY now, aren’t you, michael.  Is that spell wearing off 
or
something?”

“NO!, Mistress”, i feigned.  i didn’t want her to get the idea that i 
needed
reinforcing or anything like that.  “i dressed just as you commanded!” 
And, indeed i had.  i was dressed in some black short shorts which zipped
up the back.  Under these i was wearing a pair of black satin panties 
with
pink bows on the side.  my legs were shaved and smooth and my feet were
slipped inside some sexy sandals.  my blouse was knotted in the front
exposing my belly button -- and i wore a black bra with silicone inserts
inside the cups.  my makeup was much bolder -- bright red at the end of
the first week -- my eyes, by contrast, were deep shades of blue.  i was
now wearing some long, dangling earrings in the pierced ears i had
acquired mid-week.  And i was sporting some rather sexy smelling
perfume.  my hair was the only male thing i was left with.

“you look whorish enough!”, said Kim as she escorted me out the door to
the car.  “I can’t wait until Damon gets a look at you!”

**************

Damon had been in the other room talking with Kim for about a half hour. 
He had looked me over once and instructed me to sit down and listen to
some music.  Julie was supervising me.  

When Damon and Kim returned, Kim was stripped down to her panties
only.  Her lovely breasts hung and swung freely -- again she was
unashamed.  

Immediately, Damon came over to the table where i had been instructed to
sit and he put the “magic sphere” on the table in front of me.  It began 
to
swirl and caught my attention.  i tried to resist its lure, but there was 
still
enough of that old hypnotic spell left in me to make resistance 
impossible.

“Look at the sphere, michael!  Let it draw you in -- you are unable to
resist.  Look deeply into the swirls and feel yourself relinquishing 
control. 
you HAVE no control, michael.  Even though you thought the spell was
weakening, you are falling deeper than ever under my control.  you belong
to ME -- and to Mistress Kim -- you are OUR slave, michael.”

i watched and felt myself being driven deeper and deeper under his
influence -- even deeper than before.  my mind was going blank, hearing
only his voice and absorbing every word, command and suggestion he was
uttering.  

“michael, i am going to release you from the spell you found yourself in
last week -- but you will be unable to move or run -- your feet are like 
lead
and your body is glued to where you sit.  Though you are FREE, you
MUST listen to me.  Do you understand?”

“i understand, Master,” i said.  Suddenly i felt released from the need 
to
obey Kim as my Mistress.  i felt like a MAN again -- like a man who could
regain control of his life.

“Listen to me, michael.  Listen, and I will tell you about your new life. 
 I
am disappointed with the direction your training has taken under Kim.  Do
you remember what I said my philosophy was in training men, michael?”

i thought back.  “Yes, Master.  You believe that to control a man, you
must emasculate him and then feminize him.  Feminize him completely
and he will become a proper slave -- turn him into a shemale and he will
become useful to you.”

“Very good, michael -- those are my words!”, Damon said.  “Kim has
feminized you BEFORE your emasculation.  This only brings about
rebellion in a slave.  you HAVE been feeling rebellious, haven’t you,
michael?”

Unable to tell the Master a lie, i replied, “yes, Master.”

“LISTEN then to what shall be, michael.  you will NOT forget the lesson
Mistress Kim has taught you about effeminate behavior.  It will become a
part of you as though your movements and actions were effeminate all
your life.  you will be unable to walk or act any other way.”

“Though you are still a man, you will feel a need to dress in feminine
attire.  Lacy panties -- sexy panties -- girlish panties are your 
pleasure.  you
love showing off your developing ass and your smooth legs -- don’t you,
michael?”

“i do”, i replied happy that i was now wearing my girlish short shorts.

“michael,  you do not yet need to wear a bra, do you?”

“No, Master”, i said -- happy that i wouldn’t have to wear those
uncomfortable tight bras anymore.

“Look at Kim’s breasts, michael.  Look at them!”  i turned and looked at
my wife’s lovely exposed breasts.  “Aren’t they beautiful, michael?”, he
asked.

“They’re beautiful, Master”, i said.  i always had BEEN a breast man -- 
the
bigger the boobs, the better!

“Every day your breast fetish will grow, michael.  you will become
JEALOUS that YOU do not have such lovely and sensitive breasts.  you
love showing off your legs and ass -- you love showing off your pretty
panties under your tight shorts -- but you will more and more wish to 
have
what your wife already has.  you will find yourself dwelling more and
more upon her breasts -- breasts that you wish YOU had.  And the more
you dwell on your breastless chest, the more sensitive your nipples will
become.  This will continue on and on until you BEG for a bra!  Life
without a bra will become UNBEARABLE for you.  And then ONE day --
you will beg your wife to GIVE you breasts -- breast implant surgery,
michael!”

“Yes, Master!”, i said.  Though released from his first spell, i found 
the
scenario for the second one worst than the first.  He was going to make 
me
WANT feminization.  He would make me BEG to be transformed!

“Everyday you will find your male identity slipping away from you,
michael.  you will see it fade even as you feel the tug and lure of
femininity inviting you to change.  LICK you lips for me, michael.”

i licked my lips, still staring at my wife’s beautiful breasts -- now, 
first
understanding that i would one day HAVE breasts like hers.

Damon then paused and walked out of the room, leaving me to stare at my
wife’s heaving breasts.  She was hot and turned on by the turn of events. 
In a minute Damon returned with lady in a yellow two piece swim suit.  

“Look at the sphere, michael.  It’s time to fall deeper into the web i’ve
created for you.  i am taking your manhood away -- and soon you will beg
your wife to feminize you and change you.  Fall deeper into my spell,
michael.”

i fell again -- it felt as though i were LITERALLY falling into a 
bottomless
cavern.  “I want you to meet Julie’s husband, michael.  he, like you,
wanted me to enslave his wife.  I enslaved HIM -- and now SHE is my
maidservant.  Meet Sam -- or shall I say, Samantha, michael!”

i looked up and took a close look at the beautiful woman now approaching
me.  she had soft, tan skin -- and large, bountiful breasts which spilled 
out
of the small top of her bathing suit.  Her figure was not that of a 
perfect
female -- but it was nothing like a man’s figure either.  She was 40 - 30 
-
38.  her face was lovely -- and her lips inviting.  But she was A MAN!  
my
eyes drifted down to the yellow bikini bottom and saw the male bulge of a
cock under the thin material.  

She came and stood right next to me.  “Say hello to Sam, michael.”

“Hello, Sam”, i said.  she smiled, holding her hands on her hips.  

“michael.  i want you to reach out and pull Sam’s bottom down to her
knees.  DO it, michael!”  i involuntarily put my hands out and began
pulling Sam’s bikini bottom down.  her COCK was right in front of my
face.

“Touch Sam’s cock, michael.  FEEL it!  Let it GROW in your hands!”  i
did -- and as soon as i touched the soft flesh, it began to grow and 
harden. 
“FEEL the texture, michael -- you are FASCINATED by Sam’s cock.  It is
so HARD and yet so SOFT!   It’s HOT, ISN’T it, michael?”

“Yes, Master”, i replied taking in all the sensations he was commanding.

“Bring it close to your lips, michael -- close!  Rub it on your cheek --
remember the feel -- the smell -- the touch!”  i didn’t want to be 
handling
another guy’s cock -- shemale or not!, but i had no choice.  

“you will remember the touch, michael.  you will remember the FEEL of
male cock growing in your hands -- and the memory of it will stalk your
mind.  you will constantly WONDER what that cock would have felt like
in your mouth -- how SOFT the texture would feel on your lips and
tongue.  As each day goes on, the memory of this moment will grow and
grow -- it will HAUNT you and tease your cravings -- making you wonder
what it would have been like -- to be a cocksucker.  

“you will notice the bulge in every man’s crotch -- and you will wonder
what THEIRS feels like.  As you fall deeper and deeper into the world of
satin and silk, you will wish to taste what you did not taste today.  you 
will
find yourself teasing men with your body to watch THEIR cocks grow. 
you will be DRIVEN -- until you can no longer STAND the thought of not
sucking some hard, male cock.  you WILL become a cocksucker, michael,
but FIRST you will BEG for it -- even as you will BEG for a bra -- and 
for
BREASTS.

“you will feel your manhood falling to the wayside every day as you
become more and more the sissy that is emerging.  Sissies wear PANTIES; 
YOU wear panties.  Sissies like girl’s clothing;  YOU like girl’s 
clothing. 
Sissies wish they had tits;  YOU wish you had tits.  Sissies make guys
cocks hard;  YOU want to make guy’s cocks hard.  Sissies live to become
cocksuckers;  YOU will become a cocksucker!”

i felt myself drowning in instructions that i KNEW would be the end of
me.  Damon had spent well over an hour reconditioning me while my wife
looked on -- bare, lovely breasts teasing me, because i yet had none.   i
looked at Sam’s cock, STILL in my hand and wondered what it would feel
like in my mouth -- and then she stepped back.  It was not to be -- not
today -- not now!  Damon wanted the image to torture my mind as he
slowly stripped away every image of manhood remaining in my mind.  i
was being emasculated -- SLOWLY -- deliberately!  And Kim looked on
and smiled.

“you belong to your WIFE again, michael -- she is your MISTRESS.  you
will come back in a week.  And IN this week, Mistress Kim will take you
to a Gay Bar -- and to the Beach.  Would you like Samantha’s bathing suit
to wear?”

***********

We’re on our way home, now.  In my bag is a yellow two piece swim suit.  
i have no tits
like Samantha’s to fill out the top, but Kim says that all i need is the 
tan line, anyhow.  As
i wiggled my pretty ass into the house, the phone was ringing.  It was 
Lisa!  She wants a
report on my progress.  KIM wants me to get a good look at her breasts -- 
and lovely
breasts she HAS!  Wouldn’t it be nice?

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From: michelle <pattee@mail.ohio.net>
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Subject: NEW TG:  The Training, Part Four
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THE TRAINING:  Part Four

What a week it has BEEN!  Since Damon released me from the first spell i
have regained some of my male spirit, only to see it slowly slip away 
from
me more and more every day.  i fear that if i do not escape this 
nightmare
soon, i will no long remember what it felt like to be a man.

“Get the door, michael”, said Kim -- “it’s Lisa.  She wants to know what
happened with Damon today!”  So, still dressed in my tiny black short
shorts i wiggled my ass to the door to let our sexy next door neighbor 
in.  

“Well MICHAEL!  you DO look ravishing today!”, she said.  i hadn’t yet
washed off my makeup and DID look rather like a sissy -- but i felt more
like a male in control again -- at least a LITTLE in control. 

“BACK off, Lisa -- she’s in the other room!”, i said, satisfied that my 
male
dominance was again emerging.  Lisa was taken back by my sudden
aggressiveness and walked past me into the room to see Kim.  i went
upstairs to change into something more masculine.

“What’s going on, Kim?”, she asked.  “Is he back to his male self?”

“Only for awhile!”, said Kim.  “Damon has programmed his mind to play
with him a little more.  he THINKS he has regained some control -- but 
his
feminization will be coming from HIMSELF now.  HE will soon be
asking -- no, BEGGING for the change.  Watch what happens and what he
looks like when he returns from ‘getting dressed.’

Upstairs i quickly shed the female clothing that Kim had dressed me in
that morning.  i washed off the makeup, though the perfume still clung to
me.  i spent 20 minutes ridding my nails of their red color -- and then i
went to take a shower.  As i walked to the shower, i grabbed the bottle 
of
body wash.  i don’t know why, but it always made my skin feel so soft and
silky.

i wished i would stop walking with that sway to my hips.  Before i walked
in the shower i took my medicine -- didn’t even THINK about it!  i just
took five pills and swallowed them with some water.  

i took my shower feeling for stubble on my legs.  i decided that i was
going to let the hair around my cock grow again -- at least so that it 
was a
nice, soft bush.  Out of the shower i patted myself dry and looked at
myself in the mirror.  i looked SMOOTH and sissy-like.

“ENOUGH of this female crap”, i said to myself as i walked back to the
bedroom.  i looked in my drawer for some underwear only to find myself
fondling the stack of panties that now replaced my male jockey shorts.  i
let my fingers play with the silky material as i selected a pink, nylon 
pair
of panties with pretty bows on the front.  “These will have to do!”, i 
said to
myself somehow believing that since i had no jockey shorts i had no
choice.  

At first i instinctively reached for a matching bra -- but then i put it 
back. 
“Men don’t WEAR bra’s”, i said to myself.  Instead i reached for a silky
camisole and felt the smooth material against my sensitive nipples.  They
responded to the cool, silky material and i felt a stir in my panties.  i
walked around the bedroom wondering what i would wear over my sexy
underthings while enjoying the feel of my silky legs rubbing together. 
They looked so nice and smooth -- and i was PROUD to have such sexy
legs.  Any man would!

i just couldn’t stop walking with the wiggle of my ass -- and i watched
myself walk in the mirror while admiring the shape of my ass.  Could the
medicine be making it rounder and more feminine?  Then i looked at my
face once again -- it looked so plain.  Maybe just a LITTLE lipstick -- 
the
light pink stuff!  Actually, my lips DID feel and taste good when i put
lipstick on them.  Nothing else though!  It wouldn’t be RIGHT for a man
to be “all made up!”

i looked at my nails and resolved to leave them alone, even though they
probably DID look better with some polish on them.  i must have been in
the bedroom for at least 45 minutes looking at myself and primping
myself.  Then i walked to the dresser and pulled out the yellow bathing
suit Damon had met take home.  i held up the yellow bottoms to see how
they would look.  Yellow IS a pretty color!  Then -- well -- i held up 
the
top.  Then i thought, “what the hell!”  i slipped out of my panties and 
cami
and slipped on the bathing suit.

i looked GOOD in yellow.  The top -- well -- as i thought about Kim and
Lisa and Julie! -- it would be NICE to fill something like this out.  Sam
DID look good with those tits spilling out of this top!  i pranced around 
the
room when i heard Kim yelling up the stairs asking if i needed some help. 
“No i don’t!”, i yelled back.  Then i quickly got back into my panties 
and
cami and put the swim suit on the bed.

i reached in my drawer and grabbed the white shorts.  They had no pockets
and showed off a lot of my legs.  i grabbed a silky blouse and put it on,
having no problems anymore with the buttons being on the left side.  i
combed my hair and went downstairs to see how things were going with
the girls.  The shorts were really tight as i walked down the stairs, ass
wiggling so invitingly.

As i walked into the front room, i saw Kim and Lisa nuzzled close to one
another on the couch.  They were BOTH down to their bras and panties. 
“Excuse me, girls -- but there’s a MAN in the room!”, i said.  They both
giggled. 

“We see someone in the ROOM”, said Kim -- “but it CERTAINLY is not
a MAN!”  

“i’m OFFENDED by that remark!”, i said.  

“How many men dress the way you have right now?”, asked Lisa.  i turned
red, realizing that i had dressed MYSELF -- and i was dressed like a 
sissy.

i looked at the girls as they watched me while, at the same time, 
fondling
one another.  my eyes were riveted on their breasts -- such LOVELY
breasts they were.  As i watched them, my hands went to my nipples and
began rubbing them through the silky material.  i watched as Kim relieved
Lisa of her bra -- and my mouth watered as she began to kiss and suck her
lovely breasts in her mouth.  “Such lovely mounds these girls have”, i
thought to myself.  “i wish.....”  And as i watched them make love, i 
came
in my panties.

*************

They made me change after deriding me for cumming like a sissy.  “you’ll
have to clean up those panties and shorts before they stain!”, said Kim. 
 i
did.  

At Kim’s direction i was told to change into the yellow swim suit to show
Lisa.  Damon’s conditioning made it impossible for me to resist Kim’s
orders.  i went upstairs, cleaned my cum soaked clothes -- and slipped 
into
the swim suit.  

When i returned, the girls also had changed into bikini’s.  “We’re going 
to
get a tan!”, said Lisa.  i couldn’t believe that they were going to take 
me
across the street to Lisa’s house as i was to sunbathe in her backyard.  
But
that’s exactly what we did.  They made sure that i turned over enough
times so that i would tan and not burn.  “We’re going to make sure you
have a proper tan line”, said Kim.  By the end of the day -- i was kind 
of
red -- all except the outline of a panty and bra of a girl’s swim suit.

************

The first three days i TRIED to wear male clothing -- but i was lured by
the panties and silky feminine things that Kim had put in my closet and
drawers.  TODAY she was going to take me to a bar -- a GAY bar!  “Dress
pretty”, she said as she sent me to my room to dress.  i did!

i shaved -- legs, underarms, arms -- EVERYTHING except my patch.  i
put on a satin pair of panties -- black.  my nipples were tender now -- 
and i
almost wished i had a bra to finish my underwear outfit.  i didn’t know
HOW or WHY i was doing it, but i was gravitating more and more toward
the silk and lace of female attire.  

i wore my white tapered slacks -- TIGHT they were.  They zipped on the
side and showed my ass off quite nicely as well as the black panties
beneath my slacks.  Today i wore a sheer white blouse with nothing
underneath, except a tinge of red gloss on my tingling nipples.  i put on
some lipstick -- the light pink stuff -- a little perfume -- and some 
earrings.  

“Ready, honey?”, Kim asked.  She marveled that even without her forcing
me to do it, i was feminizing myself.  i thought i had everything under
control -- but DID i?

She drove us to The Tilt -- a Gay Bar not far from where Damon lived.  i
was nervous as we walked through the door.  i just couldn’t HELP walking
and moving like an effeminate sissy boy.  As we walked in, every eye on
the place was on us -- or on ME, i should say.  Kim was dressed very
provocatively in a short mini dress -- no bra -- crotchless panties
underneath.  But SHE wasn’t on the make -- I was!

As i looked around i saw some rather large hunks sitting at the bar.  
They
were wearing tight, leather pants which showed off their assets quite
nicely.  These were the first men i’d seen since i had left Damon’s 
several
days ago.  Immediately my mind recalled the feel and touch of Sam’s cock
-- and my eyes rested on the crotches of several obviously well-hung 
males
-- but especially ONE of them!

i licked my lips as Kim watched.  She KNEW what was going on in my
mind.  “you LIKE what you see, DON’T you, michael?”, she asked.  

“i don’t know what you’re TALKING about”, i said.

“I bet you wonder how it would FEEL to have that guy’s cock growing
HARD in your hands -- or in your MOUTH!”, she teased.  As she talked, i
instinctively licked my lips.  my mind was in an uproar as i couldn’t 
stop
thinking about that guy’s cock.  He must have seen me staring, because he
walked toward our table.  i crossed my legs and tried to cover my tits.

“Can I sit with you girls?”, he said.  The “girls” comment drew me back. 
 

“This is my WIFE”, i told him.  he just looked at me and said, “Anything
you say, sweetie!”  

He sat next to me and i could feel the heat of his thighs as he pressed 
them
close to me.  “Would you like to dance?”, he asked.  i thought he was
speaking to Kim -- but Kim said, “of COURSE she would!”  She was
referring TO ME!

The guy took my arm and lifted me to my feet.  i followed as he led me to
the floor and put his arms around me.  i felt awkward dancing in the
female position, but he held me close and began grinding his crotch into
mine.  i could FEEL his cock harden as he began to whisper lewd things
into my ears.  

“FEEL IT!”, he said moving my hand to his crotch.  i felt his cock 
through
his leather slacks and i felt flush.  He KNEW he had me in a vulnerable
position as his hand began to reach beneath my slacks to feel up my
pantied ass.  i was growing hard -- his cock against mine -- when the
music ended.  he escorted me back to the table and began talking with
Kim.  

“she IS a hot little bitch, isn’t she?”, he asked Kim.  

“That she is!” said Kim.  “her NAME is MICHELLE!  Would you like to
come with us -- and maybe you can see just how hot she is!”

i was being set up -- and there was no way i could deny how excited i was
at the prospect.  my cock was straining my panties and slacks to the
breaking point.  In fact, i was quite uncomfortable and felt a need to 
loosen
my pants, but i could not.  Not here -- not now!

i found myself following Kim out the door as i walked arm in arm with
this stranger whose name i didn’t even yet know.  The rest of the night 
was
a fog.  We went home -- Kim called Lisa for some loving -- Tank, (the
guy’s name), began undressing me in front of the girls.  He made me
prance about in my panties while he called me his fag and sissy.  Before
the evening was out, i had been spanked -- and was now kneeling in front
of him, feeling his cock harden in my hands -- and then in my mouth.  
Lisa
and Kim watched on as i finally BEGGED to become his cocksucker.

“PLEASE”, i begged.  “Let me suck your cock!”

He made me promise to be his little girl whenever Kim permitted.  i
promised him.  The only thing Kim would not allow is for Tank to fuck
me in the ass.  She said SHE wanted that privilege when Damon gave her
permission.

It’s the end of the week now.  i’ve become a cocksucker by my own
volition.  i’ve also begged Kim to allow me to wear a bra.  She has such
LOVELY tits.  i wish I had breasts like hers.  She said that if i were a 
good
girl she would let me have implants soon.  i told her that i would BE a
good girl.  i think they’ve finally broken me.

************

Damon was proud of my progress -- and he allowed me the privilege of
sucking his cock.  i begged him.  After i sucked him off, Kim got to fuck
my pussy for the first time.  Damon had placed me in a sling -- and -- 
well
-- the rest is history!

It’s going to be FUN being a shemale i think.  Anyhow -- it’s not what I
think that counts -- only what the Mistress and Master think.  ME? --  
i’m
only meant to be their sex toy.  Such as life!

The end

