Shemale Slave School: Mark's Training Part 1

I have received several request for putting a story to some of my series sets. There is a set that I had been wanting to work on for some time that I thought would be perfect for such an occasion. I can't imagine anything that I would post would offend visitors to this blog, but if bondage, forced feminization or crude language offend you, skip the story and just peruse the pictures. Hope you enjoy.

Thanks,
Mel

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Oh god does my head hurt! Mark thought to himself. In fact, everything hurt. A haze covered his eyes as he tried to blink and clear them.

Where the hell am I... the last thing I remember was being at dinner with my ex-girlfriend who wanted to talk about our past relationship. That bitch hadn't changed a bit. She was still all 'feelings' and 'emotions'.

Mark felt around as his eyesight slowly returned to normal.

What the hell! why am I wearing women's panties and a bra? I guess it was a good night after all. I knew that bitch was a little slut. I knew she couldn't live without my cock.

But Mark felt around some more... what were these things on his chest? It felt as if he had tits! Mark blinked away the last bit of fog from his eyes. He was laying on the floor.

Holy Shit! what the fuck is going on here? Mark was dressed in women's clothing and had a dog collar around his neck. He saw that he did now have tits. Mark quickly grabbed for his crotch.

Thank god! At least me dick is still here... hard as a rock, but still here.




Mark felt a tug on his collar and a voice come from above.

Wow! What a hottie. I am not sure what is going on, but I might like it.

"I said look up here you little bitch!" The collar was yanked harder this time.



Marks eyes studied the hot blond standing above him. As his eyes slowly worked down he saw that SHE was a HE!



"What the fuck is going on here!" Mark demanded, suddenly jerked to full attention by the sight of this girls... mans... whatevers cock bobbing above him. "Dude, what ever happened last night, it was a mistake. I am sorry, but I don't swing that way, no matter how hot you may be."



"Listen you little worm. I am Mistress Kate and I do the talking around here and I will tell you that what happened last night was no mistake. You were sold to us by your ex-girlfriend to do as we see fit. You will now be the bitch and you will be used and abused like you did to all those girls you dated in the past. You are no longer Mark. You have been surgically altered over several days and you are now Sherri. But for the time being, you are 'bitch', 'cunt', 'slut' or whatever else I decided to call you. Got it!

Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had been here fore several days? "I don't care what you say! I am getting the fuck out of here!"

Mistress Kate yanked Mark to his feet by his collar and slammed him against the wall. In Mark's old body he could easily have taken this bitch, but he no long seemed to have the strength he once had. Mistress could fling him around like a rag doll.



The fire in Mistress Kate's eyes flared. "This isn't a game. This isn't a dream. This is real and you will do what I say. This is more than punishment for being an asshole all of your life. This is also a business where you will service our clients and do whatever they say whenever they say it. You may try to fight me now, but you will be broken and you will submit to my command. The sooner you accept you are my slave, the easier it will be on you."



Mistress Kate sat down on the bench and pulled on Mark's collar. "the first thing you need to learn is how to give a class A blow job. You have coerced enough women into doing it in the past, so it shouldn't be to hard for you to learn. Now get down on your knees and suck me until I unload in your mouth."



"Screw that!" Mark shrieked in his new high pitched women's voice, "I am no going to touch your dick." But inside, he was inexplicably drawn to Mattress's dick. This can't be happening. Why am I drawn to her? Mark could feel himself longing to feel Mistress's cock in his hands. If he had a pussy, he knew that he would be getting wet right now. His body... he still had a dick, but he felt all woman.

Mark fought the urges. "You can go fuck yourself!" he told the Mistress.

"Oh, there will be fucking... but that comes later." A wray smile crossed Mistress's lips. And with that, Mistress Kate yanked Mark down to the bench with her.




"Listen sweetie," Mistress Kate cooed now, giving up the dominatrix persona, "I can see the lust in your eyes. This is what you have been waiting for all your life. Someone to take charge. Someone to look after you. Someone for you to please instead of only thinking bout yourself. Don't fight it. Give in and explore how much submission can set you free."



Mark looked over his shoulder at the Mistress. He did want this... he didn't know why, but he urned to please her, to kiss her feet, to feel her warm body pressed against his as she slowly entered him for the first time.

Oh god, how could this be? I am a dude! I fuck, I don't get fucked! But... but I need to touch her... need to feel her.



Maybe I should just give in and touch her... it feels so right.

"So, how 'bout it sweetie? Are you ready to accept your fate and experience pleasure like never before?" Mistress Kate asked. "I was once like you. I was an asshole guy who treated women like shit. I was delivered here six years ago and have loved every moment since. I fought at first like you are, and I was broken like you will be. I can tell you now that the sooner you submit to me the sooner you get to experience a whole new world." While she gave Mark the option of submitting without a fight, Mistress Kate hoped that Mark would continue to resist... Breaking a new slave was so much fun and she relished the ones that resisted the most.

Mark continue to fight the urges. "Go to hell bitch!"

Good thought Mistress, I was hoping you would say that. With that, Mistress Kate put her foot in the small of Mark's back and shoved him to a chair sitting a few feet away.


"Sit there and shut up," demanded mistress.

Mark was powerless to refuse her commands. He could verbally confront Mistress, but his body would not comply with his mind.

Mistress Kate grabbed Mark's collar. The sight of Mistress's cock in front of his face made him instantly hard again. Why won't this boner go away?

"You are going to suck this dick. You are going to caress it with your tongue and put it in your mouth. I am going to fuck your face until I explode in your mouth and you are going to swallow every last drop of my juice."

Mistress Kate stood before Mark. Half heatedly he attempted to pull way.

But his heart still wanted to taste her sweet cock in her mouth.

Mark's mid screamed no and yes all at the same time. His body, however, was all yes. He stared and Mistress's cock in front of him. It was so inviting.

Mark averted his gaze. he was not sure how much longer he could hold out against his primal urges.

Mistress Kate could see the lust in Mark's eyes. She knew that Mark could not hold out much longer. Mistress Kate wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out either. She had been hard since the first moment she laid eyes on Mark's new body and she wanted so badly to shove her cock inside Mark and fuck every hole he had... but she hoped that Mark would hold out for a little bit long... she hadn't yet gotten to the pain that makes the pleasure so much more intense.

Yes, the paddle would be the next step in Mark's training. Mistress Kate could remember the burn of the paddle striking her bare ass as she was being broken. It was her first introduction to the pleasure pain could bring when done properly. As much as she wanted to punish this little maggot for his past sins, she wanted Mark to experience the pleasure she had that first time.

Mark fought himself. I want to please my mistress... Oh, god, did I just say MY MISTRESS? What are they doing to my head. Did they drug me? Did they hypnotize me? How can I be having these thoughts?


Mark could see a drop of pre-cum forming on the head of Mistress Kate's cock. She must be as horny and as excited as I am. Mark urned to taste her bitter-sweet nectar. Just one taste... that won't make me gay will it? After all, my mistress is fucking hot. It is just flesh... male or female, it is all the same. It is just skin and blood... and pleasure. Does it really make a difference if this hot chick has a dick or a pussy as long as if feels good to the both of us?


Just one taste...


Mark began to lean in to wrap his lips around his mistress fat cock.


No dammit! This ain't right. I don't care if they changed my body. I don't care how hot she is.



Mark pulled back hard on his collar hard enough this time to yank it from Mistress's hand.

Mistress Kate smiled, "Have it your way now 'Mark' because soon I will be having my way with 'Sherri'."

Mistress grabbed back the chain, pulled Mark to his feet and then shoved his upper body down to the chair he was sitting in.

"If it makes you feel any better, this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me." And with that Mistress gave Mark a firm whack with her paddle across his ass.

At first the paddles strike shot pain up his ass and through his entire body, but the pain quickly turned to a nice warm sensation. The base of his balls ached, but he couldn't tell if that was from the paddling or from the hardness that filled his cock. Mark had never felt his cock so hard and in such need of attention.



Mark jutted his ass out farther and braced himself for another whack. He never knew that pain could feel so good. Another... please... don't stop.



To Be Continued Next Week in Part 2...