I love it when my devotee’s write fanfic for me! This was written by a roleplay client and is based on one of the many role-plays we’ve done over the years. This is one of my many clients who share my affection for graphic novels – and I love that their aesthetic and story lines always reflect that!
I was just having another day in college – heading back to my dorm from the comic book store on a gray January afternoon. I took a shortcut past the waterfront, and went by a row of abandoned warehouses, when suddenly I heard yelling, “Help! Someone help me!” It was coming from inside the building in front of me. I went up to the door and found it unlocked, so I went in. It was dimly lit through grimy windows and low lights, and I smelled wood dust, and old cardboard, but more importantly I heard the cry again, “Is someone there!? Please help me!” It was a young woman in trouble.
“Yes! I’m coming to help you, just hang on!” I shouted into the gloom, and made my way through the maze of crates, shelves of old boxes, and stacks of pallets. I went around another shelf and found an open space with a large, overhanging lamp that spotlighted the captive. Her ankles were shackled together with leather cuffs and her hands were behind her back. She had medium-length brown hair and an athletic build and her school uniform sweater showed off every curve. I rushed over to her, “Are you alright, Miss?”
“Yes, oh thank you so much!” She said relieved, and she shrugged her shoulders back and stretched a little, “You’ve got to hurry and free me before she gets back. There’s a key to my cuffs under the chair, but I just can’t reach it.” She moved her legs out of the way so I could look.
I saw a tiny silver key on the ground and picked it up with a smile, “I’ll have you out of here in no time.”
She smiled, “My hero.”
Before I realized what was happening, a strong arm wrapped around me, pinning my arms at my sides, and someone held a thick cloth over my mouth and nose. I yelped in surprised and tried to struggle, but the chloroform worked quickly. All the sound around me got muffled, and my vision started to blur as I sank to the floor.
My captor released me once I was unconscious and smiled at the captive girl, “Wonderful acting as usual, Morningstar.”
The brunette slipped her wrists out of the cuffs with minimal effort, “Thank you, Princessa.” She unbuckled the leather shackles and stood up. “Shall we take him to the freight elevator?”
“Yes. Get his legs. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
I didn’t know how much later it was when I came to, but I also wasn’t in the warehouse anymore. I was lying on a smooth stone floor, my wrists were cuffed behind my back, and I’d been stripped to my boxers. I tried to yell but a rubber ballgag had been strapped in my mouth. Around me were various cages, chains on the wall, padded tables, chairs fitted with restraint straps and a row of paddles and floggers along one wall. Whatever this place was, I don’t think I was going to like it.
The brunette from earlier stood over me, “Well well, look who’s awake,” she smiled evilly, “You thought I needed rescuing, did you? Now it looks like you need rescuing.”
I tried to protest, to ask why, but couldn’t say anything through the gag.
She replied to me as if she understood, “I know, it’s confusing and scary, and you want to know why you’re here. And why I’m here. Well, my name is Morningstar, and I’ve brought you to your new mistress. I’ll be taking care of you, and helping with your transformation. We’re going to turn you into a bimbo. I know you know what that means – I saw the search history on the laptop in your backpack.”
I blushed from embarrassment and wished I could hide somewhere – how could this be happening to me? Who were these people?
“But first,” she said, “You need one more item before I present you.” She walked over to a shelf of collars and cuffs, and picked up a hot pink collar and leash. “Don’t want you getting away,” she walked back over to me. “On your knees.” I was too scared not to obey, and she buckled the collar around my neck and clipped the leash on, then pulled me to my feet. “I almost forgot,” she said, and picked up a heavy leather blindfold and buckled it on me. “Come with me, slave. Princessa will explain everything.”
I felt a gentle pull on the leash and I followed her, unsure what my fate was going to be.
The lingering haze from the drugs and the blindfold made it impossible to keep track of where I was. Eventually we stopped somewhere, and I was pulled gently onto my knees and landed on a soft cushion on the floor. Morningstar took off my blindfold and I looked up at an imposing woman sitting on a black leather chair, resting her feet on an ottoman. On her feet were black leather heels over thin black stockings and she wore a tight leather dress, strategically unzipped over her breasts. She had glasses and curly hair dyed teal, and she looked down at me with a massive grin. “So, this is my new plaything. I’m so glad you accepted my assistant’s invitation to my little lair. I’m sure you have many questions.” I struggled with the cuffs and mumbled into the gag, but she suddenly glared at me, “That was not permission to speak, young man.” Her tone was firm, and her look said she meant business, so I went quiet. Maybe if I played along they’d let me go.
“Firstly, you will address me as Princessa, and I am now in charge. I’m going to be putting you through some intense, but fun, re-education and transformation. We’re going to make you into a cute, brainless bimbo, who wants nothing more than to dress up like a slut,” She leaned forward and took my chin in her hand, “And get her little mouth filled with cock.”
I shook my head and pleaded into my gag, and Princessa signaled to Morningstar who unbuckled it. I gasped a little as my mouth was finally freed. “Please Miss Princessa. Just let me go. My dad’s a lawyer – I can pay you whatever you want. Anything at all.”
She made the signal to her assistant again and the rubber ball was forced into my mouth again, “Shh shh shh,” she soothed, “New slaves are so cute when they beg,” She stroked my cheek softly with a finger. “And that’s a very lovely offer, but I don’t want money. She put her finger on the gag and pressed in gently, “I want you.” She withdrew her hand and leaned back in her chair. “Take her back to the dungeon. Start the usual beauty treatments so we can get rid of all that nasty hair. Let me know once she’s properly dressed and ready for her programming.”
“Of course, Princessa,” Morningstar said, and curtsied, then hauled me to my feet again. “Come now. We have to get you fitted for a chastity cage.”
Chastity cage? Brain programming? Beauty treatment? If I couldn’t find some way to escape soon, I might not ever be able to.
The next days were a blur. Drugged lipstick, brainwashing hypnosis, corsets and padded bras. Learning to walk in heels, learning to wear a wig, learning to obey my sexy captors. I couldn’t remember some of the programming, but I could remember, “I will learn to enjoy it. Being dumb is fun. Crave cock, suck cock. You can’t resist.”
I felt myself lying on a paddled table, held down but thick leather straps. A rubber penis-gag was strapped in my mouth, and a soft silk blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t hear anything other than the almost-constant hypnosis I was made to listen to through small wireless headphones. The hypnosis stopped and Morningstar pulled off my blindfold. She looked totally different now – her hair was short and spiky. And blonde. Her innocent school uniform was replaced with leather pants and a corset and heeled boots. “Hello sissy. Did you enjoy the latest round of training? Princessa says you’re ready for your final step. Don’t worry about what that means,” she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to absolutely love it.”
I moaned quietly into the gag with the last bits of resistance I had. Whatever this next training activity was, I wanted it. I craved it. My short attention suddenly had me look upward at the full-length mirror on the ceiling and I was surprised by what I saw. A… a woman was lying on the table, with wavy blond hair and short bangs and sparkly pink earrings, and her red lips were wrapped around a pink rubber gag. Her massive fake breasts strained against the tight satin corset, which was tucked into a matching pink pencil skirt. Her legs were sheathed in white stockings and her feet strapped into hot-pink heels.
I was barely aware of Morningstar freeing me from the table, and heard the clicking of Princessa approaching in her heels. She held something pink in her hand and had a grin on her face. “Ah, I’m so glad my bimbo girl is ready. It’s time for some very special training with this little toy.” Her tone was soft and slow, almost hypnotic. She strutted over to me as I sat up and waved the pink dildo in front of my face. “Doesn’t it look,” she ran a finger up its length, “Just so… tasty?”
Something inside me thought, “Yes!” while something in the back of my brain shouted, “No!” but I didn’t listen. I could barely hear it. It was hard to think, but that felt OK.
Morningstar guided me down into a kneeling position on a cushion in front of my mistress and I looked eagerly up at her, waiting. I felt the gag being pulled out of my mouth and Princessa put her hand under my chin and gently tilted my head up a little more. “Stick out your tongue,” she instructed softly. I did so, but just a little. “More. Show me you want this,” she cooed, bringing the pink dildo down to my mouth, “Lick it for me.”
Before I even realized what I was doing I was licking it. All over. This pink rubber dildo was now coated in my spit. I liked it. Why did I like it? Maybe it didn’t matter…
“Good girl!” my mistress praised. “Now open wide. All the way. Show me that hungry bimbo mouth. Show me that hungry throat.”
I opened my mouth and the head of the dildo slipped past my lips. I hesitated, and felt Morningstar’s firm hand on the back of my head. Princessa pushed the dildo in more, then slid it out. Then in again. My training told me to suck, to lick, to tease this wonderful rubber toy. Morningstar stroked the back of my hair and encouraged me softly as the dildo slid in deeper.
It reached my throat and I wasn’t sure what to do, but I couldn’t get away. Princessa smiled down at me, “Just let it happen, slave. Let this go down your throat like a good slut. It will feel so good.” She started sliding the thing in and out, and repeated, “It will feel so good.”
The rubber cock started to slide down into my throat and my eyes watered. I gagged and sputtered, but Princessa kept pushing it in and out. In and out. All of the saliva helped to lubricate it even more, and it penetrated my throat as I licked and sucked and gave into all of the sissy bimbo programming. I didn’t even care anymore if I escaped. I craved more training from these beautiful women. It felt so good.
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