A neighbor seduced me into becoming his petboy. At times, he summons me to his place and makes me his pleasure toy.
One of these days, he left me alone for a while and came back with a young man, 19 or 20, telling him to wait in the room I was while he took care of a few things in the garage. The boy was quite surprised and a bit concerned to find me there, naked and with my wrists bound behind my back.
He asked me what was happening and I told him I was there often.
"But why are you naked and bound?", he asked.
I said "Oh, he likes to keep me this way".
"But ... but ... you let him?!", he said.
"He owns me. He does as he sees fit. I obey him", I replied.
He looked around, confused and scared, as if having second thoughts, so I told him to give it a try and maybe he'd end up enjoying it. I told him I hadn't been forced to accept this. It was my choice, so his choice would be respected as well, whether to stay or to go. But I knew he wasn't going to run away. He was there because my Owner had spotted him as a submissive. And the fact he was still there when it would have been so easy to escape confirmed he was hooked. He didn't know it yet in a conscious way, but he had already decided to join the harem.
A neighbor who lives a few floors below my apartment knew I've got some experience with computers, so he asked me if I could try and fix his. It was quite simple and I had it working in a few minutes.
In his enthusiasm, he squeezed my thigh for a few seconds. I didn't react or comment so, a little later, he did it again, now quite longer, while showing me a site with lots of BDSM and feminisation pictures. Again I didn't react, so he began to openly caress it. He obviously noticed what the pictures did to me, the bulge in my pants, and realized he had me.
Normally, I'd have told him I wasn't into guys and that would be the end of it, but those pictures had affected my judgment and made me vulnerable to his touch. One of my fantasies was coming true.
No more pretense. He held my wrists behind my back and, as he caressed my chest and pinched my nipples, said he had watched me along the months till he felt confident there was a female inside my apparently male looks. A submissive one, one he coveted, so he set his trap and simulated a problem in his computer.
I stuttered "I think I don't ..." in protest, but he covered my mouth and said I wasn't supposed to think anymore. He'd do all the thinking. I just had to obey him. And only speak when asked a question. At that point, I could still have run away, but my mind was too dizzy with arousal.
A few minutes later, shivering and weak at the knees, I found myself sitting naked on his lap while his hands slowly roamed my whole body. It was too late. My mind still had doubts, but my body had already surrendered, so I heard myself obeying when he told me to say, loud and clear, "I'm a girl and my name is Angelica". Again and again he made me repeat the words till he was satisfied. Part of my liberation process, he explained. I had thought myself a male all of my life and the drill was required to bring out the repressed female, the real me.
Eventually, after much caressing and pinching, I was told to go home and wait for the next step. Whenever he had the time, he'd summon me and I was expected to obey unthinkingly. He also gave me panties, bra and high heels to wear while at home so as to speed my conversion. Somehow I made it back to my place and sat down to get my shit together, but my arousal wouldn't go away so I ended up undressing again and putting on the female items.
I spent the rest of the day wobbling around on the high heels and keeping away from the windows. When I woke up the next morning, my aching calves made me remember my new status - and gender - and brought me an instant boner. Knowing I could be summoned for more at any moment only made it harder.
I was concerned when it dawned on me that my duties as a female would certainly go beyond just being caressed. How much would it hurt when my virgin door was stretched for the first time? Remembering the bulge my bare ass felt growing while I sat on my owner's lap only made me yet more worried. Would I be required to mouth it?
Many months have gone by. Though he found my butt cheeks to his liking, he pointed me to a number of glute workout videos and the results are visible. They're bigger, rounder and firmer for him to caress and spank. My gag reflex is almost gone and my tight door relaxes much faster now. I'm kept shaved from the waist down. My thick bush is gone, my legs are hairless and smooth.
I learned to be a pet, walked around on a leash, sometimes having to keep on all four the whole day and just yap. Or wear a bridle with bit and prance like a pony. At times, just left bound on the sofa or bed to learn patience and get used to helplessness, occasional caresses granted when he pauses work on his computer.
When not in his service, I still live my normal life as before, but, more and more, I feel like a fake when I don my male clothes and answer to my male name.
Last night he made me try a wedding dress. Not really a dress: just a bridal veil, white heels, stockings, gloves, panties and nothing more. With a chastity cage to keep my hard-on well behaved inside the panties. He already introduced me to his limited circle of friends who share his secrets.
They're invited to the occasion with their submissive wives or husbands, transformed like me or not.
I'll soon be one of their number. Always naked except for high heels or, when we've got guests, dressed like a demure and obedient housewife. The man I was will be just a disguise I'll wear when I need to go out in the outside world.
I fantasize walking around in a crowded room, scantly clad, feeling a tension in the air and the almost physical touch of the eyes. Knowing I might be assaulted if caught alone. Tempted to risk it by entering an empty room, dreading and also wanting to hear the door click locked. Realizing the moment has arrived.
Or running down dark corridors, up and down stairs, trying to escape the someone I can hear walking after me. The one whose hands will eventually be roaming my body. Who could be, by now, except the thrill of the hunt is part of the fun and there's no hurry. We both know how it's going to end.
Your girlfriend decides it'll be fun to do a threesome. You aren't that sure, but decide to give it try.
The stud she invited arrives, tall and muscled. You thought you'd take turns having your girlfriend, but, after ramming her for a while, he lays you on your belly. You say you're not sure you want this, but your girlfriend is delighted at the idea, so you end up submitting, if halfheartedly. After filling your tight (and aching) door with his seed, he picks her again, then you and so on till he's drained dry.
From his bag, he retrieves a chastity cage for you and a belt for her. At this point, you're in no position to argue, so you let him lock you both, thinking it's just for fun. Except he goes away, taking the keys, saying he'll be back in two days to unlock the chastities and start on you again.
You've just become an owned couple.
A variation: you meet a couple and they invite you to their place for a threesome. You believe the guy will be sharing his gorgeous wife with you - and that's true - except he wants to enter you while you enter her. And he only tells you about this when you're really aroused by her caresses and the sight of her body. So you either give her up and go away or you agree to be deflowered by him.
It takes a while, but the couple talks you into accepting. Besides, at this point and horny as your are, you admit to yourself you need the experience. You may not enjoy it, but, at least, you'll leave with the memory of having done it.
After a while, there you are, emptying yourself inside her while he's grabbing you from behind, pounding and pounding. She extricates herself from under you and that leaves only you and him. You thought he'd be finished by now, but he keeps hammering, holding you tight so you're unable to escape. Eventually, he fills you with his seed and finally sets you free.
Later on, you go home, telling yourself you'll never do it again. Yet, deep down, you know you'll be anxiously waiting for them to summon you for another round. And you also know you'll obey.
I saw you in the hotel lobby and, though you looked fully male, something in your demeanor told me you were a likely candidate.
After some small talk, showed you a collar and a leash and you admitted to having tried them, if all alone.
I suggested you wear mine and you said people would see. Thus implying you'd do it in a private place.
I invited you to my room and you followed me.
Told you to undress and you, after some hesitation, obeyed. Soon, you were naked and on all fours.
And I didn't force you.
I took you around on a walk, collared and leashed like a pet, and you didn't resist.
Caressed your body all over, slowly, and your only reaction was soft moans and a huge erection.
You moaned again as I massaged your tight hole with a lubbed finger.
Now my whole finger is wriggling inside you. All you do is drip precum. And moan.
You said you don't like men. That you don't want to kiss and hug one. But you accept my caresses.
You accept as I make you into my obedient pet.
Was this your first time? The first time you submitted to someone? To a man, no less?
You say your tight hole isn't prepared for the real thing, so, for now, it'll be just my finger.
But you've gone far into submission. And enjoyed it.
Don't even think of denying it. I can see how intoxicated you are with arousal.
How completely you let me play with your body.
No going back for you. Later on, alone in your room, you may question what you did. Be ashamed.
But it's too late. I'll call you again and you'll come. Docilely. Because your place is here.
You need my hands on your body. You need to be used.
That's why I know that, eventually, my hard-on will enter your pretty ass and what remains of your malehood will be gone. Not because I forced you, but because you found out who you really are.
Then I'll dress you like a girl. Choose a girly name for you. Treat you like one.
Sooner or later, you'll begin to think like a female. And you'll end in my arms, kissing me passionately.
Because you'll have become my woman.
