4 : Her Total Slave

Sophia felt a rush of power. She knew he had lost sexual control as well as any concept of manhood. His legs were shaved like a woman, he no longer resisted being called a slut, and she now completely controlled his orgasms. Her plan had worked perfectly. The relationship she had envisioned was now completely in reach.

“In the future, I would appreciate it if you ask my permission to masturbate, so I may enjoy the show”

“I’m sorry” he blurted out
“It is okay. I have turned you into a slut. I realize you no longer can control yourself”

Billy realized it was true and that he couldn’t control himself. He stared up at Sophia.

“I’m sorry I resisted, I didn’t understand.”

“You understand now that I require no masculinity from you and Stephanie recognized before you did that you had none left”

“Yes, I am sorry. I just want to please you now.”

When Billy has cleaned up Sophia guided him over to the bed. As they lay next to each other Sophia revealed a giant tube of K-Y jelly. She first rubbed it all over his cock to excite him and then slowly worked some into his crack and then onto his anus. “Don’t resist me” she whispered as she took one finger and then two and worked it liberally into his ass.

Billy just blushed as Sophia realized she had effectively stripped away his resistance.

She began to massage his cock and as his horniness dissolved his self control, encouraged him softly.

“I am so proud of you, accepting this. Our sex life will unbelievable. Only Stephanie will know your true sexual nature. I promise I will protect you.”

As Billy lay nude on the bed, totally consumed by his erect cock, and Sophia’s control over him, Sophia removed her shirt slowly and then her bra. In street clothes she could appear slightly overweight, but naked, her cannonball sized breasts gave her a sexual formidability that was undeniable. Her nipples were tight and Billy just stared at her. She slowly removed her pants and then the panties. Even though he had seen her naked hundreds of times, he was awed by her body. Her prodigious pubic bush now contrasted with his totally shaved cock.

She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips and smiled. He blushed again. She smiled and thought to herself that she had finally completely dominated a man. He would now be her sex toy, and she would never again have to pretend he had any say at all.

“It is time for sex, slut” she announced.

His eyes followed her to the dresser as she pulled out a translucent strawberry colored strap on dildo. Sophia faced Billy and strapped it on, tightening the straps. The strawberry cock now mimicked an erection and Billy knew what was next.

He was powerless now, though, a fact she was well aware of. He now understood the lubing was preparing him for this. He knew there was no masculinity left though so he put up absolutely no resistance.

Billy spread his legs as she knelt on the bed in front of him. The tits were closer now and he just stared up at them, his eyes dilated. Sophia knew he was now her complete slave, and her pussy was wet. She lifted his now smooth legs to either side and pressed the phallus to the edge of his anus.

Billy continued to stare up at her, his lips parted slightly and then his eyes widened as she entered him. Pleased that he offered no protest, Sophia whispered.

“Good little slut”

She pulled back the dildo and thrust a second time. Billy gasped as it took the breath out of him. With the third thrust his body completely relaxed. He moaned softly in a decidedly feminine way and tilted his head backward.

As she moved in and out he moaned softly, his masculinity gone. Sophia knew there was no escaping this moment and he could never look her in the eyes again without knowing what she had done to him.

It was important to her that she finish the process that night before he had any chance to reconsider his choices.

His cock was erect now, his sweat mixed with precome to give his shaved skin an oily sheen.

Billy looked up at her massive tits as she fucked him, mesmerized by her power. He didn’t dare touch them without permission.

“I like it when you moan like a woman, your shaved legs in the air. Your feminization pleases me.”

She looked for his response and smiled broadly when he let out a very soft moan. His eyes rolled back in his head as she continued fucking him. She realized he would do anything now, and that only she would determine his sexual identity from now on.

Sophia could hear a voice getting louder from the living room.

“Did you guys settle your problems” Stephanie started.

When she reached the open bedroom door she was shocked by the site in front of her.

She stood in the door frame with her mouth agape.

“Oh my ….”

Sophia for her part felt a rush of excitement. Her skin tingled as Stephanie stared at the spectacle.

She looked at Billy and forcefully commanded. “You will continue to perform, so Stephanie may know you ache to please your mistress”

Stephanie stared at the nude couple. She looked at Billy’s shaved legs, his ass, and the way the plastic phallus was moving in and out of him like a piston.

“He is finished” Sophia announced like she was showing off a high school science project.

Billy softly moaned, and Stephanie remarked. “You’ve fucking turned him into a woman”

“I knew shaving his legs would feminize him, and your comments that he had no masculinity began the transformation into whimpering slut.”

Sophia adjusted the dildo so she could better stimulate her clit and continually fucked the nude slut below her. Her tits bounced up and down while Stephanie watched transfixed.

“I have never seen anything like this” Stephanie spoke. “He is so submissive”

Sophia laughed as she began to experience her first orgasm.

“He…” she gasped “is a total slave”

At this she achieved a shudderering orgasm while Stephanie looked at Billy softly moaning.

The waves hit Sophia over and over again, she stopped fucking him and stared over at Stephanie.

“That was awesome” she explained. “My little slut is quite the fuck”

Stephanie walked over to Billy lying on the bed. She stroked his smooth legs and looked at his shaved cock. He didn’t resist her touch at all or try to hide his nakedness. He turned his head to the side.

“Want a go at him or have him masturbate for you” Gin remarked as she removed the strap on from her naked body”

“No” Stephanie replied “I think we’ve done enough to him for one night.”

The End.

Originally posted 2007-10-14 15:46:29.


  1. says

    Wonderful story! So damned erotic.

    As a Gay man who finds the self-assured, commanding woman utterly awe-inspiring, this story grabbed me deep within. Every man should be so lucky to be turned into a female.


  2. Faceunder1 says

    First of all, thank you for a brilliant story.

    I am by nature a submissive bisexual who fully enjoys being used by a woman for her pleasure in any way she may wish, but especially as described in the above story.


    It is not only Women who enjoy anal penetration as you will see below.

    My Mistress Wife who’s property It is my privilege to be, gives from time to time what She calls, “Girls night in”, evenings, for those of like mind to Herself, these are at fairly regular intervals of approximately 4 to 6 weeks, sometimes the date chosen is that of some ones birthdays. On one such occasion, the birthday was that of a Lesbian, and the present She received from Her lover was a strap on dildo. She said “I can’t wait to use it, but not here”, at this point my owner said, “Why not here, would you like to use it on my husband”. Oh, may I She said, and without more a do put on Her brand new toy, and ordered me to bend over.

    Although I have been penetrated anally by men, It is no where near as enjoyable as when it is done by a Woman with a strap on. Firstly Women take much longer to reach orgasm, and also the strap on never goes soft, and is normally larger than most men. This is also a role reversal which both of us enjoy.

    My Wife was greatly impressed with the way in which I was used by Her Lesbian guest at the birthday party already refereed to, and shortly thereafter She purchased a strap on, which I am pleased to say She frequently uses on me.. Regarding, “Strap on parties”, we do not have these as such, but from time to time individual friends of Hers ask if they may come round to use me in this way, and of course permission is always granted.

    My Mistress insists that I do not use an enema, so that after She has finished, She can further humiliate me by putting it into my mouth, and ordering me to lick it spotlessly clean, thereby forcing me to swallow my own excrement.


  3. Faceunder1 says

    I your post above, you say,

    “I like it when you moan like a woman, your shaved legs in the air. Your feminization pleases me.”

    Which reminds me.

    I have always wanted to be a girl, at least that is since puberty. But before Puberty, I, in common with all other lads of my age we were glad that we were not girls, as we considered them to be rather weak silly giggly creatures.

    But after puberty, for me at least there was a complete reversal, I found that I desperately wanted to be a girl, I was bitterly disappointed that I had not been born female.

    What had I done wrong ? Was I being punished for something done in a previous life ?

    There were a number of reasons why I wanted to be a girl.

    1. They are much more attractive than boys.

    2. They have lovely smooth skin.

    3. They have beautiful hair.

    4. Their complete overall body shape is far superior to ours.

    5. Their clothing is far better than ours.

    My number 1 fantasy was to wake up in the morning, and find that in the night my body had changed into that of silky smooth girl’s body, and that I could now wear female clothing.

    I would have two lovely firm well rounded breasts, and down below I would have two smooth lips, instead of that male appendage hanging down between my legs.

    In fact I would rather like the newfound need to have to sit down on the loo in order to relieve a full bladder.

    This last requirement reminds me that at an early age I discovered my submissive nature.

    In fact whenever I saw an attractive teenage girl, every fiber of my being cried out, “Beat me, please beat me”.

    For some strange reason I cannot explain I wanted so much to suffer at the hands of the sex I so much wanted to be.

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