It was around two in the afternoon, when I heard the doorbell. My new mistresses dressed me up in a black micro-skirt and a black see through top, which was sort of like a T-shirt, but without any arms. I was made for women. Natalia was a bit annoyed I couldn’t fill out the cups of my bodice, but didn’t want to use anything false because it looks stupid. They said I’d have to do without. In the morning they bathed me and shaved off all my bodily hair. Later, when I was dressed, they put makeup on me. Not so much I looked like a clown, but enough for me to look like a prostitute.
In the afternoon, Sara went to the local gay porn shop and bought a load of videos. They tied me to a chair, and handcuffed my hands behind me; then they made me watch one film after another, wanking me every so often but not letting me cum. The rented films about transvestites, and made homemade self-hypnosis tapes, which they played on a walkman to me.
"You’re a bi-sexual little whore, bitch. You like to suck penis, and anal sex. You like to be fucked by other me. You like to meet other transvestites and have sex with them, and have panty talk. You like being a transvestite. You hate men’s clothes. You like only women’s clothes. Every time you see a man, you’ll fantasise about being up his ass, and having him up your ass. You will obey your mistresses. They will use you as a human toilet, to piss into whenever they want to. You like to drink piss. You’d drink it from a glass if you could."
This just went on and on and on. And watching the videos made me actually start to feel like I really was a piss drinking, bi-sexual whore.
I began to get scared when the doorbell went. Then I realised who the voice was. It was Claire! James’ wife. I forgot she was coming round.
"Tada!" Said Natalia, as she brought Claire into the sitting room. Claire looked at me in utter shock. Then she looked me over and smiled.
"He’s sexy isn’t he?" She said. "I would have never thought to do this to James. And he’s under your complete control?"
"Yep." They replied.