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Make Me a Sex Slave Ch. 2
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Author’s Note: Please read the first part of this story before you read this part. Your comments and ratings motivate me to write more.
Also note – this story contains the changing of sex, mind control, and submissive sex. It also contains some asshole characters that could be triggering. Don’t worry though, they get what they deserve.
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Four years Ago
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“Come on Rob,” said Sarah. “Let’s have a night on the town.” I loved spending time with my loving wife and happily agreed. We kicked off the night with a stop at a quaint rooftop bar overlooking the city, where we snagged a spot near the edge to take in the skyline. She was wearing that dress I love, the one that hugged her hips just right and ended right above her knees — classy yet hot at the same time. I couldn’t help staring and as I did she slowly looked up at me, with that shy timid smile that showed a little bit of self consciousness. Her, knowing that I was staring. She made me light up and I smiled back at her warmly when she made a little giggle.
As Sarah and I sipped on cocktails, I couldn’t stop feeling like the luckiest guy in the place. We leaned in close, the sounds of the city below creating this strange but perfect backdrop to our quiet conversations. She was laughing at my attempt to remember the words to her favorite song, and I realized I didn’t care about the lyrics as long as I was making her smile.
Next, we hit up a little pop-up art exhibit a friend had recommended. It felt like we were a trendy hipster couple. The exhibit was tucked away in an alley, full of bold colors and strange sculptures, and we wandered from piece to piece, pointing out the ones we liked (and the ones we didn’t). I’m no art critic, but she has this way of interpreting things that always made me see them in a new light. We took a few cheesy photos in front of a neon display, and she made me promise to take her back to more places like this. It was one of those moments where I realized how much I loved seeing the world through her eyes.
The night ended with us sharing a late-night pizza on a park bench under a streetlight. We were both a little buzzed, a little tired, and completely content. She kept stealing slices, laughing when I pretended to care, and I pulled her close, wrapping her up in my jacket as the air turned chilly. We sat there for a while, just talking about our dreams and plans, our laughter mingling with the quiet sounds of the city around us. The rest of the world fell away, and I felt that indescribable warmth, knowing I had everything I needed right there beside me.
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Two Years Ago
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“Come on Rob,” said Sarah. “Let’s have a night on the town.” She smiled and held my hand trying to pry me up off the couch.
“Ah, not today, hon,” I replied, not looking up from my phone. What the fuck was I even looking at? Some doom scrolling shit or who the hell cares? But the monkey part of my brain was telling me I needed to scroll to the next brain rot.
She begged. I refused. She went to bed. When I was done I tried to wake her for a little nookie and was turned down hard. What the fuck? Didn’t she love me anymore?
… Seems like I was a fool to not know why she left me …
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One year Ago
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I woke up the next morning with Genie’s face right in front of me — like she’d been just staring at me all night, waiting for me to wake up. It was an amazing sleep and I felt more refreshed than I had in a long time. Perhaps it was the combination of exercise and better food, or maybe it was whatever tech she put in my head that had made me sleep sodeeply.
“Get up slave!” She commanded and I obeyed. I expected to rise groggily, but I didn’t. I was still a little surprised the weekend had not been a dream, but I was used to that feeling now. “Time to make a healthy breakfast, but first you need to do some cleaning.”
I noticed that even more hair had fallen off of my body. It was covering my sheets. I looked at my body and only a few patches of hair remained, I was almost hairless from the scalp down. Only the hair on my head and my eyebrows remained untouched. I quickly got out my vacuum and cleaned up any fallen hairs, knowing I would be in trouble if I didn’t keep things clean. I felt along the top of my head and the new buds of hair had continued to grow, what was previously thinning hair was now thick and growing.
The hair on my head was a little unbalanced. There was my old brown hair that was a little long and unkempt, mixed with a lot of really short new blond hair that was growing in.
As I took off my covers and climbed out of my bed a little chill ran along my skin. I was wearing only panties and nothing else. I felt really sexy in my baby blue panties, but something was strange. I looked at them more closely and there was a little crease. I had camel toes?! How the fuck did I have camel toes?!
I instinctively reached for my crotch to feel myself görükle escort up. It was unmistakable, I had a crease where my dick used to be.
“Ah, Ah. No playing with yourself without my permission,” Genie warned.
I immediately took my hands off of my panties. “Please master,” I begged. “It feels like I have a pussy and it’s making me so horny, I want to play with it.”
“Alright slave,” she conceded. “But you will do it for me. You will look me in the eyes as you play with yourself and you will thank me for it.” I thrust my hand down my panties immediately. “Ah ah,” she objected. “You will do it the way I command. Stop right there and face me!”
“Yes master,” I said, standing there with my legs quivering a bit. I was so fucking horny and now I finally had my own pussy to play with but I wasn’t allowed. This was bullshit! I needed her to let me play with myself. It was so humiliating not being allowed to even do something simple like touch myself.
She picked up my phone and put on some music. It was a slow groove with heavy bass and some slow drumming. “Now dance slave, as you slowly pull your panties down. Look me in the eyes!”
“Yes master,” I said, slowly gyrating my hips and moving to the music. It felt like my motions were a little different, as though I had some more flexibility in my hips than I previously had. I wanted to rip my panties right off and start touching myself, but my master would have none of that. I hooked my thumbs along the sides of my panties and swirled my hips around, then pushed my ass out towards her bending over at the hips thrusting my curvy ass right out at my master.
As my panties hit the ground, I got a good look at my hairless pussy. I wasn’t sure where the cock sleeve had gone. Had it melded into my skin? My pussy was right where a woman would have it, slightly lower down that where a dick would stick out. Instead of labia it was just two folds. The perfect entrance. I didn’t seem to have a deep hole yet, just a slit and my dick poked out every so slightly as though it was a large engorged clit. I reached for it.
“Stop slave!” Genie stopped me again. “First fold and put away your panties, then sit on the couch, legs spread eagle and ankles high up in the air.” I obeyed.
Leaning back on the couch with my legs up high in the air, I felt a slight coolness on my skin, all the way from my sensitive breasts down to my sensitive cooch. I looked at my body. I was still a bit of a fat fuck, though my breast hung out perkily from my chest. There were very few patches of hair on my body and what I had in my crotch wasn’t exactly a pussy, but it was definitely transitioning in that direction.
“Lick your fingers slave!” I did. “You won’t lube yourself right…. Yet.” she said. “I’ll make sure that your pussy is able to get really juicy on it’s own when it’s time for you to fuck. But for now you’ll need to lick your fingers.”
I licked my fingers until they were juicy with my saliva. Then I put my fingers into my slit. There wasn’t a hole there yet, but it was definitely turning into a pussy. My clit was what used to be my penis, and it had all the nerve endings of a penis concentrated into a little engorged clitoris. My tits were really sensitive though not my nipples. I put my left hand on my left tit while my right hand jilled my horny clit.
“Ahh, Ahhh, Ahhh,” my erotic moaning had become much higher pitched. My voice must have changed even more overnight. “Ooooh, Ooooh.” I moaned some more sounding like a horny slut — which I suppose is what I was.
I was edging myself hard, but I couldn’t cum. As I kept edging and edging, Genie just kept smiling at me.
“Please master, I need to cum,” I complained.
“No slave! Stop masturbating right now. You have to go to work in an hour and a half, and there’s a lot to do this morning.” She held out my spandex shorts, sports bra and tank top.
“But master, I’m on the edge.” I was getting a little desperate.
“If I have to say no one more time, you won’t cum all week. So what’s it going to be, slave?”
I was beaten… this time. I’d figure a way out of my predicament soon. Unfortunately, this morning I would be getting a work-out. As the cool morning air hit me outside, my feet hit the pavement and Genie and I started what felt like a five mile run. I panted as we got back to my apartment, everything feeling sore, though I was still horny.
“Good job slave, let’s shower you off, so you can get your reward” said Genie.
I was dreading another cold shower, but instead of a cold one, it was pleasantly warm and steamy. Genie stripped out of her spandex shorts and sports bra and joined me in the shower. I was a pile of sweat, but she didn’t have a drip on her. I sometimes forgot that she was not human at all. She brought out some of my bar soap and rubbed it all over me, making me extremely slippery. She paid special attention to my breasts, eliciting a moan of contentment from me.
“Ohhh, bursa eskort Ohhh, master,” I said. “It feels so good.”
This seemed to make her happy. “That’s right, slave, and now for your reward.” She took her middle finger and slid it right into my slit.
“Ohhh, Ohhh, master, I can’t take it anymore, I’m so horny. Please I need to cum,” I pleaded.
“I will decide when,” she said sternly.
She frigged my pussy for a few more minutes as I moaned loudly and passionately. It felt like I was starting to go a little crazy from all the pleasure overload. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore….
“CUM!”
“Oohh, MASTERRRRR!” I squealed. I didn’t even know I could squeal. But whatever was in the collar she had put on me had made my voice much higher pitched than it previously was. I had a little bit of a nasally voice now and it was much higher pitched, like a roided woman’s voice. I was an alto, not a soprano… Yet.
Instead of cumming up loads of jizz, my clit exploded and felt like it was squirting. This certainly wasn’t how female anatomy worked, but I supposed I was still a bit of a work in progress.
“Very good slave, now make us some breakfast and off you go!”
I brought out some avocados, dutch gouda cheese and sunflower seeds. Just a small portion for me, but my master seemed happy with my choice. I hadn’t lost much weight these past three days, but it also wasn’t nothing. I must be at least two or three pounds lighter, I thought to myself.
“One last thing. I noticed you eat out for lunch or order things from restaurants. You won’t be doing that anymore, as I expect you to keep your body in top condition. Prepare yourself a salad then you’d better be out the door, or you’ll be late,” Genie lectured me.
I didn’t want to eat a fucking salad for lunch but I made it anyhow and went to get dressed. Genie had already decided what I would wear apparently as she had a selection of clothes for me.
“These are just temporary,” she said. “We’ll need to dress you to please going forward but for now, you are still an incomplete project.”
She had laid out my wardrobe I would be wearing, on my bed. There were some white bikini bottom panties and a pair of female dress slacks that were somewhat baggy. There was a plain white bra, but fortunately for the top she had a navy blue turtleneck sweater. I suppose it made sense to cover my collar since it might stand out.
I slid the panties on slowly, it felt so good to have them tight on my skin, wrapping around my puss and ass. The bra was a little more difficult. I needed to step in the bathroom so I could use the mirror to help me out.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the unfamiliar garment with a mix of curiosity and confusion. I slipped my arms through the straps, then wrestled with the band, pulling it around my back and twisting it up to the right spot. My fingers fumbled with the clasps, trying to secure them without being able to see what I was doing. After a few attempts, I finally got it hooked, only to realize it didn’t sit quite right. I adjusted the straps, tugged the cups, and tried shifting it this way and that, looking for some kind of comfort. There was a strange snugness, and that felt oddly restrained yet sexy at the same time. With a small, triumphant smile, I straightened my shoulders, smoothing the fabric one last time.
The dress pants, turtleneck and flat shoes went on a lot more easily. I took a look at myself in the mirror, and it felt like I was becoming a stranger. It was me, but it also wasn’t me at the same time. I noticed a few patches of hair on my face still that I promptly shaved off with a razor. Most of my facial hair was no longer growing but I was able to get rid of the last little bit.
Now ready, I grabbed my lunch salad and headed for the door. I wondered if Genie would be coming along with me or not. I didn’t dare to ask as she was waiting for me by the door.
“I’ve got a little work to do here today,” she said, motioning to the strange device in my living room. “Kiss your master good-bye.”
I leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, but she was clearly not happy with that. She grabbed my ass firmly and pulled me in close so my pussy was rubbing up her leg and french kissed me deeply. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I opened it up to accommodate my master. It was putting me in the mood in an extreme way, and I wanted to get fucked again.
She withdrew and said, “Now Git!” She slapped me hard on my sensitive ass then pushed me out the door. I was on my way to work.
I got a few stares on my way to work. I looked like a bit of a freak, half-man half-woman. What even was I? I didn’t know.
I didn’t know how to act, so I just walked into the office as normal. Sharon the receptionist was at the desk, chewing bubble gum and typing in that strange fashion that women with impractically long fingernails would type. At first she barely looked up. “Hi Rob,” she said as bursa escort I walked it. Then she got a more full view of my new look and her eyes got wide. “Hi Rob?” She changed it to a question.
“Hi Sharon,” I responded. I didn’t want much drama here so I just walked in and went to my desk. Suddenly the room seemed to stop and get quiet. A bunch of sets of eyes all stared up in my direction. I felt like I was under a microscope. I knew all these people, we had worked together for years. But at this moment, I started to panic. My throat started to close up; it felt like I couldn’t even breathe. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and I felt like it might trigger a fight or flight response. Did they all think I was a freak? I had that feeling that everyone was looking at me — a glance around the office let me know they were. My hands started fidgeting. I wanted to run away in shame, to just get out of there.
“Hey, what are you all doing? Doesn’t anyone have work to do around here?” My friend Gerald came into the office and started making sure everyone got back to work. I could finally breathe as I heard the familiar clacking of keys. Everyone had stopped staring at me and gotten back to work. I let out a deep breath.
“Hey, Rob…” started Gerald. He seemed a little unsure of where to begin. I guess he noticed my boobs and ass. I looked very different, and I know he noticed. I know everyone noticed. “Look, I had no idea, and I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need anything, and I support you one hundred percent with whatever you need.” He was such an awesome guy.
“Thanks, Gerald,” I said. “Look, I think I just need to get started on work now. We’ll talk about this soon, but not today okay?” My voice came out more feminine and not very much like my original voice. That seemed to surprise Gerald, but he took it in stride.
“Sure man… I mean bud… I mean, whatever you need, whenever you need. OK?” He gave a sort of forced confident smile, and with that, he walked off.
I thought I would feel horny when I looked up at him. Nice guys were a turn on. What? Was I attracted to men? I didn’t know. But what I did know is that I didn’t feel horny. In fact I felt able to concentrate and not think about sex in a way I really never had before, like it just wasn’t important at all. The last time I’d really felt this way was pre-puberty. Though at this moment in time, all my ADD tendencies vanished.
I was able to work like I never had before, and that really surprised me. I thought one of my sex slave rules was that I would constantly be horny. It would have made working so difficult, but I didn’t feel that way at all now. I was able to just rip through my work like never before and the morning passed without much drama. That is until I needed to pee. I didn’t know if I would look weird going into the mens bathroom.
Fortunately, Gerald seemed to sense I was having some trouble and came over, “You know, there are these unisex bathrooms on the fourth floor I noticed…. No reason I’m mentioning it, just thought you would want to know.” I did want to know, and I headed up to the fourth floor. By habit I started to put the toilet seat up, then I corrected myself. Oh no, I thought, I’ll have to sit down from now on. Well that sucks.
I sat and relieved myself, then walked out to the sinks that were in a common area outside of where the stalls were. Christina Santos was there. She had a bit of a reputation as a Karen. Her asshole husband would come and pick her up each friday in a loud pick-up truck flying a confederate flag. I was going to try to ignore her and go about my business.
“I know what you’re doing,” she said with one hand on her hip, all judgy. “You are disobeying not just the laws of nature but also God’s law. You think you can just do whatever you want and be whoever you want. God will judge you.”
I wasn’t going to take this shit. “Hey Christina. It’s nice to see you too. Why don’t you give me a break? It’s been a hard last few days for me and I’m just trying to work through some things on my own.” My voice came out like a strong woman’s voice who was sick of shit.
“Oh. You can dress up however you like. But I know what you are and I’ve been watching fox news and they tell me…”
I interrupted her with three snaps of my fingers right in her face. “Uh-uh, girl. Not today.” Her jaw dropped. Apparently no one had had the courage to stand up to her like this. I took the moment where she was stunned to get the fuck out of the situation. Fuck that bitch! She should learn to mind her own business.
I went to the common area and started to eat my shitty salad. Couldn’t I have at least drenched it in ranch sauce? At least then I would be a little more excited about eating.
There were a few tables and some of my coworkers were sitting around eating various, much more delicious looking, lunches. One of my more curious co-workers came and sat next to me. It was Don from Engineering. I’d worked with him before, he tended to be nerdy and curious.
“So what gives Rob, everyone wants to know, are you transitioning?” He started. It wasn’t mean spirited, I just didn’t want to talk about it now. “Is it okay if I still call you Rob? Did your pronouns change or something? I can …”