There's a time when I am becomes, I was.
And there's a time when I was becomes, I am.
I was always drawn to stories of captives and slaves. Naked, owned property. Collared and in chains. On display. To be shared, used. I couldn't get enough of feminization captions, sissification, sexual slavery. I thought no one was watching, that my online likes and comments were just drops in the stream.
I started receiving packages at my home. First it was bondage movies, slave porn. Then forced feminization stories. One day a courier brought an assortment of makeup, the next day it was lingerie and a gift certificate for laser hair removal. Always there was a note with a single word, "Soon".
They knew what turned me on. They knew where I lived. Still, it was all just too hot. I watched the movies over and over, masturbating for hours. I watched makeup tutorials. I used the hair removal certificate. I wore the lingerie. After my last laser session the attendant handed me a small black box.
I pulled the white ribbon loose and opened it. Inside, wrapped in a piece of red velvet cloth was a steel chastity cage. It was less then 1 inch long. How did she know? Wait, is it a she?... no keys? As I looked up at the young girl that had handed me the box she pointed to her chest, tapping her fingers on two keys hanging from the chain between her breasts. She motioned for me to turn the box over. There was a note taped to the bottom, a single word, "Now".
The attendant called the spa staff into the room with us. Three young women and two men, all in their twenties moved their eyes over me. My hands were shaking. I slowly stripped off my clothing and sunk to my knees. I spread my legs. The attendant handed me the cage. A wave of heat swept over me. Chills ran across my spine. How did they know how small I am?
The men picked me up and strapped me to a spa chair. A pretty red head moved toward me, carrying a black cloth pouch. The men were mixing something on a nearby table. Epoxy? She said, "Welcome" and placed a round steel collar around my neck. A separate D ring slid freely across the band. As she moved to close my collar one of the men moved forward, using a putty knife to smear a gray paste into the catch opening. There was a muffled "snap". A slender blonde with soft blue eyes came forward, she had a silver screw and a tool like a screwdriver. She placed the screw at an opening over the place where the two ends joined. She used the tool to place it down flush... through the band. She looked in my eyes, leaning close she whispered a single word softly across my ear. "Permanent".
Matching cuffs were locked onto my wrists and ankles, secured forever with that gray paste. No locks, no keys. No going back. A thin band of stainless steel with O rings every few inches was riveted around my waist. Again, a perfect fit. I was breathing fast and hard. I was lifted from the recliner and pushed to my knees. Hands stroke my back to calm me. They gently but firmly guide my head until I am looking down at the floor before me. One word, loud and sharp, "Spread!".
I hear a feminine voice, thick with arousal. "Your clit cage is not permanent yet, but think of it as if it is. The only reason it has not been sealed is because there is still a choice to be made, lifetime chastity or castration. This choice is to be made for you, not by you.".
My stall is bright and lined in fresh straw. The air smells of leather and earth. I can hear the soft moans of use through the walls. There are professional cameras and production lights everywhere. This is my happy place.
There are three signs on the wall in front of me; the first says:
no privacy
no dignity
The second is a list...
ponies
