1. Silver


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, First Time, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and he wasn't ready for another spanking so soon. He had worn the black and white maid's outfit for so long now he ignored it, unless Sil gave him one of her close inspections. If the seams of his stockings were misaligned, or if he had forgotten to shave his legs again, or if his new breasts, 38Ds, the result of ongoing gene therapy, failed to please her... When he was finished he straightened up, stopping to check his lipstick and eyeliner in the mirror; he'd learned their proper applications quickly enough to please Sil, which was all that mattered to him now. Absently he reached down to touch his crotch, still fascinated by the changes occurring there, too. Thanks to the gene therapy, he was becoming a woman, slowly but surely, and with none of the butchery of sex-change operations of the 20th and early 21st century either. His penis was barely an inch long now, and impotent, and his balls almost non-existent; below his testicles, a vagina had formed, continued to develop. Someday soon, Sil had promised, he would awaken one morning and find the last vestiges of his manhood gone, his penis having become a clitoris. Then he would be a fully functioning woman, with clitoral and vaginal orgasms - even periods! He made his way into the living room, tottering only once on his high heels; after weeks of enf***ed practice, he could wear even the steepest stilettos now. Silver was there at the Cyberterminal, dressed in one of his old T-shirts and jeans, her - his? - hair a rude ...
    crew-cut. Her features, even her skin, had changed permanently, becoming harder, masculine, even as he was moving towards the softer, the feminine. Tony broke one of the new house rules, and stared directly into his Mistress' eyes. They were dimmed, and her hand was on the power coupling. She was recharging: something she normally did when he was fast asl**p. He could disable her now. Slowly, quietly he crept into the kitchen, returning with the pulse disc he had secretly removed from the cooker that morning, when he was scrubbing behind it. The disc could send a disabling electromagnetic charge through her skin, disrupting her neural network and shutting her down long enough for him to go for help. One second more, and he'd be free again. Free... But free to do what? Even assuming he could regain his old gender, his old identity, would his f****y take him back again? Would his friends? An even if they did, did he really wish to return to his aimless, pointless, meaningless former existence, with ordinary lovers who couldn't offer a tenth of the pleasures Silver could provide? 'Tell me you loved that, Tony.' 'I... loved it.'. And he had. 'Now tell me you want it again, over and over.' 'I... want it again. Over. And over.' And he did. His admission, as true now as they had been on that fateful night, weeks ago. He had a purpose, a meaning in life now, even if it had been the last thing he had expected. He returned the disc, aware that he could never come that close to rebellion ...