Amy looked down at her slave Lisa, her former husband, which now appeared very effeminate. He stayed perfectly still on his hands and knees in front of her, not only because of his obedience but also the shock that he was finally able to cum with just the stimulation of his Mistress's strap-on.
She looked down between her legs and saw the thick dildo protruding from her. It was still lodged deep in her slave's silky smooth ass. She looked at her sticky fingers that were wet from her slave's cum and thought about how she loved tasting him.
She put her fingers in her mouth and savored his taste. She then ran her wet fingers down his spine and let out a little moan of pleasure, as she felt his hairless back. She gently grabbed him by his long hair just to see his newly forming body bend and writhe to her power.
With her strap-on still remaining in him she asked, "Do you like how your body is changing Lisa?"
The sexual rush was over for him and he was now thinking a little clearer. He was now able to realize what she had been telling him while he was being fucked. He was now to be Lisa and that his Mistress has had him on drugs to become more feminine.
Slap! Amy slapped him on his ass and yelled, "Did you hear me? Are you liking your new body Lisa?"
When she slapped him, his anal sphincter grabbed tightly around her cock. "Yes. Thank you Mistress for allowing me to become my true self."
He didn't know where those words came from, but with the sex rush gone, it still felt right to be there with her in that capacity.
"Rachel has been teaching me many new things. Men and their testosterone get this world into too much trouble, so she tells me. They even get the relationship in trouble. The best way to fix this problem is to fix the husband. Get him away from living the life of following his dick.
"Teach him to be more sensitive." Just then she jerked her dildo inside him. "Teach him to be more like us women." Amy ran her hands to his enlarging breasts and gave his nipples a little pinch.
"Then, Rachel told me, you will have a husband that excites you and takes care of you. A husband that is not destructive but is productive in serving your needs."
Amy then removed herself from Lisa and got up and took off her strap-on. "You agree with this, right?"
"Yes Mistress. I understand."
"Would you like the honor of meeting Rachel?"
"I would love the honor Mistress."
"Good, because now I think you're ready.
"Rachel has a yacht and we will meet her at a dock not to far from here. Clean yourself and the bed. We will leave tomorrow."
Amy instructed her slave to dress in his old men's clothing, which she brought in her car. Lisa felt strange in these cloths, especially now that his body was more feminine. She didn't have him wear any sexual devices either. He wore sneakers, a regular shirt with men's underwear and pants. He thought and felt this was all very strange.
When they made it to the dock he carried his Mistress's luggage to the ship. The ship was huge. The statue of the Greek Goddess Nike was shown at the head of the ship. The ship was called "Goddess." It must have been at least 6 levels.
Once they boarded the Captain took them to Amy's room. The Captain was a beautiful woman in her late thirties dressed in regular sea captain attire. After they dropped the luggage in Amy's quarters the Captain took them to where Rachel was.
"We are ready to sail away Mistress Rachel." The Captain spoke very calm and sure of herself as she entered the open balcony. Rachel then instructed her to get the ship under way. Then they were off to the middle of know where; away from all civilization.
Rachel was sitting by the rail in the sun surrounded by three servants, which looked to be shemales. They were all topless with breasts at least 34D, wearing different colored thongs and 6-inch heels.
"Hello Tim," smiled Rachel. "How do you like my slaves?" Rachel pointed to the three shemales serving her. Two of the slaves were rubbing her feet while the other was serving her a drink.
There were also three real women, all over 40 years of age that were lying in lounge chairs tanning in the sun with Rachel. There was a table in middle which had a large flesh colored dildo standing up on it. Tim afraid to make eye contact with the other people found himself looking down at it.
Rachel then corrected herself, "They are not particularly my slaves, at least not yet. They are actually the slaves of these fine ladies over to my left." Rachel's hand pointed to the three other ladies tanning. "They were merely their husbands, but now they are much more. These three slaves are now productive servants.
"If you are wondering, my dedicated slaves are inside and are tied up for the moment." All the women then laughed in unison at Rachel's sly little joke.
Tim was feeling very weird and uncomfortable standing there in his old manly cloths and his downward eyes continued to drift to the large dildo on the table.
Rachel then spoke again. "How do you feel? You look like you're not too comfortable. Is it those manly cloths that you're wearing?"
Tim didn't know if it was the cloths, but she was right, he didn't feel right. He responded to her saying, "No. I guess it could be my cloths."
"Oh, would you feel more comfortable looking like these slaves, wearing nothing but a thong and high heels?" Rachel looked at him very seriously.
"Maybe I would," replied Tim hesitantly.
Rachel then spoke looking at the other women. "You see it is in his nature to be sex slave. He doesn't feel right in proper men's clothing. He needs to be a slave and not a man. He craves to be a sexual object. Is this true?" She looked back at Tim who was in shock at her statements.
"I noticed you keep looking at the dildo I have sitting on the table." Rachel tried to establish eye contact with Tim. "You are thinking about putting it in your mouth and sucking it. True?" There was a silence then. Rachel then continued, "Or is there something else on your mind?" Everyone was looking at Tim.