1. Transformation


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    him in the playroom. I didn't have long to wait. At first all I could see of him was his high leather boots. With my head bowed that was all I could see. He pulled me up to my feet and looked me in the eyes again. I was dressed in my standard lacy teddy, panties, garters, nylons and three inch mules. In short order he had me shackled to the corners of the upright bondage frame. He could walk all around me when I was in this position. There was no way I could hide from him and no part of my body that wasn't accessible to him either. That's when he started. I'd no idea what to expect and I'd learned to expect the unexpected. Like I said, he's a kinky shit and very, very sadistic. He also knows how to handle his men and how to remold them to suit. I found this out in spades that night. That scene we had that first night of my transformation wasn't pretty. It was harsh. It was hard. It was powerful. It was cruel and it was sadistic. He showed me that my voyage with him could be very, very painful, very hard, and very rough. He beat me and beat me good that night. I think he went through every one of his many floggers, every one of his canes (his goddamn FUCKING canes!) and even went through his single tails on me. By night's end he'd shredded that teddy. The panties were long since torn off and those hose were completely wasted. My makeup was spread all down and across my face. I'd cried so hard I'd run out of tears. I wailed in agony. He pushed me until I broke and begged him ...
    to stop. Then he pushed me further. He showed me that night just how much of a sadist he is. He showed me my place in his world and just how strong he could be in putting me in my place. I'd never been in so much pain in all my life. And he knew just exactly how to administer that pain too. I screamed until I was hoarse. I shook, I thrashed, I tried to pull away. All to no avail. I was caught. I was pinned. I was tied. I was...his. I surrendered that night. Any illusions of keeping control during my transformation were stripped away that night with each stroke of his whips. When he was done he had me exactly where he wanted me to be. It turned out, this was exactly where I wanted to be as too. There was no more pretense, no more fantasy, no more illusions. This was it and this was going to be real. I was in this for real. Sure, I'd told myself that before but now, sobbing, racked with pain from his beating, and hanging limply from his ropes, now, I knew it like nothing else. Now I had finally surrendered. Now I had finally submitted. He had beat out of me any of my remaining illusions of control and all of my delusions of reality. I was his now. I was his to reshape into his fantasy. Reshape into my fantasy. Broken there at his feet I was now free to be transformed into what we both wanted me to be. It was a powerful moment. I didn't realize it then but I eventually came to. Even as he untied me and dragged me over to the shower room I didn't realize the extent of his plans or ...
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