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**Continuation of Chapter 1. Some elements of reluctance, BDSM, forced feminization. All characters are 18+**

When I finally came back to consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that my blindfold had been removed and my hands were free.

I sat up and looked around my now familiar space. I was in my room.

In the time that I had been living with Bruce, he had decorators and designers come in to ‘girlify’ my space. It had been tastefully done in pinks and pastels to be a reminder of what I had become.

I looked in the mirror above my dressing table. My legs were covered by pink and white striped fuzzy socks that ended about mid-thigh. A pink pair of frilly panties showed the outline of my chastity cage and a pink satin babydoll that emphasized my now B cup breasts. Around my neck I now wore a steel collar about an inch wide with a ring hanging off the front.

My hand absently moved to touch the collar, brushing my right breast and instantly making the nipple hard and feeling a wave of arousal in my cage.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a buzzing sound. I turned off the noise and reached for the top drawer that contained two pill bottles and quickly swallowed one from each.

***ONE YEAR AGO***

I awoke with a start, my left arm and leg draped over this man. I was still in the bra, panties, and stockings. Soft light was filtering through the curtains. The reason I woke up made itself very clear shortly after as I felt the unmistakable pressure in my bladder.

I quietly rolled off of the side of the bed as to not disturb Bruce and padded over to the bathroom door. I didn’t even reach for the light switch, I had done this a million times. Just not dressed the way I was. I found the toilet, pulled the front of my panties down to expose my cock, and relaxed. I didn’t have to look down to know my sim was off but I did anyway wondered mg to myself what was happening.

That’s when the previous night came back into sharp focus as I was staring at a nub of penis covered in a silver dome, urine dripping from the front hole soaking my balls and my panties.

“Dammit,” I whispered to myself. “How am I supposed to pee with this thing on?”

I grabbed handfuls of toilet paper to clean off the seat and rim followed by my ball sack and cage. The panties were done for so I took them off and dropped them into the sink with a wet plop.

Feeling a little ashamed, I walked back to the bed and was stopped dead in my tracks as Bruce was awake and watching me.

“Good gemlik escort morning, Christina. Did you sleep well?” He asked with a knowing look on his face. “Where are your panties?” He added, a little disappointment in his voice.

I stiffened at his questioning, my mind racing.

“You see, Daddy,” the word came out before I could even stop myself, “I woke up and had to pee. I forgot that I had this…..device….on me and it kinda went everywhere and my panties were soaked.” I replied sheepishly.

Bruce laughed slightly and sighed.

“Well then, Christina, I guess you won’t be able to pee like a boy anymore. Because you aren’t a boy anymore, are you?” He said.

I started to hang my head in humiliation.

“No, Daddy, I guess not.” I said meekly.

“I’m sorry, what was that, Christina?” He asked with a cool edge on his voice.

“No, Daddy, I am not a boy anymore.” I said louder, my head snapping up.

“Much better.” He replied smiling. “And what does that make you?” He added with a leer.

I blushed hard and lowered my head again.

“I’m a sissy.”

“And what do sissies do?” He continued.

“They act like girls.” I replied.

“And do girls stand to pee?” He asked.

“No, Daddy.” Came the reply

“Good girl, you’re starting to understand.” He said sitting on the edge of the bed.

With those words he stood up and walked up to me.

“What exactly am I supposed to understahhh…..” I started to ask indignantly. My words were cut off as Bruce’s hand shot to my throat and squeezed, hard.

He dropped his voice to a low growl.

“First, that tone is unacceptable,” he said pulling me closer.

“Second,” he whispered in my ear, “You…..belong……to me.”

As he spoke I felt precum leak into my cage. I moaned reflexively.

Bruce pulled back. “Now on your knees.” He said releasing me.

I knelt before him, eye to eye with his impressive cock. I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth instinctively. I took his still flaccid penis into my mouth and sucked hard while flicking my tongue around his head. I could feel him starting to swell.

I looked up to see Bruce throw his head back and moaned loudly.

“Oh, fuck baby. That’s so good.” He said. Eliciting another moan from me. His cock was now fully engorged.

He looked down at me with a slight bead of sweat on his forehead. He took my chin in his hand and gave me a quick smile before moving it to the back of my head. I braced myself inegöl escort for what was coming.

Bruce applied pressure to the back of my head and thrust his hips forward at the same time, ramming my nose into his trimmed pubic hair. I felt the first twitch of his cock in my throat, moaned again deeply, and felt that warm feeling spreading down to my stomach.

I have a small cough as Bruce withdrew his softening member from my throat and swallowed hard.

“Stand up,” he ordered “take your bra and stockings off and follow me.”

I did as instructed as I watched Bruce enter the bathroom and walk into the shower. He started the water and adjusted the temperature.

After a couple of minutes, Bruce motioned me over and pulled a hose with a long slender shower head on the end.

“Do you know what this is for, Christina?” He asked holding it up.

“It’s a shower head, Daddy.” I replied……naively.

Bruce shook his head.

“No, dear.” He paused. “This is to make sure you are cleaned out and ready to have sex.” He added pulling down a bottle and flipping open the cap. He applied a thick, clear substance onto the nozzle and rubbed it like he was jerking it off.

“Come here, Christina. Stand like this,” he said. And proceeded to put his hands on the wall, feet about should width apart, and bent slightly forward.

I copied his position and heard a squelching as he squeezed some more of that substance onto his fingers. I felt him spread my ass cheeks and expose my hole to him and he quickly ran his hand all over it. I couldn’t help but push back against his hand slightly.

He removed his hand, keeping the other one planted at the small of my back. I felt something cool and hard pressing against me. The pressure built steadily until, all of a sudden, it sank in smoothly. I gasped at the intrusion.

“Good girl, Christina,” he said soothingly. “Now I’m going to add some water and then you will release it in the toilet. You will have to repeat this at least three times. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling my rectum expanding.

Bruce turned off the stream and withdrew the device from me. I then walked to the toilet and sat down to expel what was in me.

We repeated those actions until nothing was coming out except water.

“Sit here on this bench, on the edge,” he instructed after I had finished on the toilet. Bruce patted a bench that was built into the shower. I placed myself where he instructed, using escort bursa my hands to keep me from sliding off of the wet stone tile.

“Good, now lean back and rest your shoulders against the wall,” he said, placing his hand in the middle of my chest and pushed gently. I felt the warm stone against my shoulders and he removed his hand and placed both behind my knees and gently lifted and spread my legs apart.

“Hold your legs like this,” he continued grabbing my wrists and replacing his hands with mine.

He reached for the bottle again and applied what I now know to be lube to his fingers.

He took his lubed fingers and rubbed them against my hole making it slick again.

“Just breathe, Christina,” he said gently inserting his finger into me.

My eyes shot open at the intrusion and I gasped.

Bruce slowly withdrew his digit then slid it back in. Repeating this motion for a minute before adding another finger inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I exclaimed. “That feels good, Daddy.”

“You like my fingers in your pussy?” He asked. All I could do was nod I’m response.

He responded by burying his fingers all the way in me and by turning his hand palm up. He started applying an upward pressure and I felt his finger tip brush a spot that brought forth a moan. Soon I began to feel like I had to pee and started to tense up.

“Just relax, let it happen,” he cooed at me. He continued the motion adding an in and out movement. My hips started moving on their own accord matching his gestures.

Bruce picked up his pace and the pressure kept building, I started whimpering.

“That’s right, Christina, that’s right,” he whispered. He placed his other hand back on my chest and pinned me down.

Hearing his say my new name and pushing me down sent me over the edge. At first it was a small twitch, then it got bigger and more powerful. I felt my ass clench down on his fingers and colors shot through my vision as the first dribble of cum appeared in the hole of my cage.

The dribble quickly became a pool as every muscle in my body tensed with each contraction.

Bruce took his hand away from my chest, leaving his fingers buried inside me. My last few twitches receding into memory.

He scooped up some of my cum with his free hand and offered it to me. I greedily licked his fingers clean as he withdrew his other hand.

“Very good girl,” he said with a slight chuckle. His words sent a warmth through me that made me feel good.

“What do you say to Daddy?” He asked coolly.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I replied without thought.

“That’s right. And you’re welcome. Now clean yourself up and I will make breakfast for us before I take you back to your car,” he stated, standing and turning the shower back on so we could clean up.

To be continued…

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