Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Chapter 1
Alex
Why do people not realize that at 5 minutes before the restaurant closes, that the employees are just trying to finish the cleaning so they can go home? Almost every night this week, some asshole ordered right before close. I loaded the pizza into an insulated bag, and went to my car.
"At least he's close, hope he tips" I said to myself as I started my gray Toyota.
I found the address and walked up to the door. At least he left a porch light on. I knocked and waited. I knocked a second time. I could hear footsteps approaching the door. It opened to reveal a man in his mid 40's. He had salt and pepper hair, was quite dapper for a man old enough to be my father. The fact he answered the door shirtless on a cold rainy night didn't escape my eyes either.
I handed him the credit card slip to sign and thought I could hear moaning inside. Sounded like a feminine man in mild pain. The man handed back the paper, and I handed him his pizza and wings.
"Do you work close a lot?" He asked.
"Yeah, 5 nights a week." I answered. I turned to leave.
"Wait! Your tip!" He announced.
I turned back.
"Amber! Bring me my wallet!" The man yelled over his shoulder.
A few seconds later a near naked, hairless man with b cup sized tits brought his wallet. I couldn't help but stare at what must have been a slave. He wore collar and cuffs on all four limbs.
The man handed me a $20 and a business card. I glanced at it. It had a hand written number on the back.
"Call me when you are ready." He said as he glanced at Amber then back at me. I couldn't help it. I smiled.
"Uh okay." I smiled wider and nodded. I walked through the rain quickly back to my car. I turned on the dome light and looked at the card.
" Master Jeremy Smith. Chattel dealer, Sadist, Transgender slave advocate. xxx-xxx-xxxx"
"Chattel dealer?" I whispered. to myself.
I turned off the dome light and drove back to the store. My mind was reeling during the drive back, while I did dishes and mopped, and after I got home.
That night I used my largest dildo on myself while in the shower and fought the urge to jerk my penis. I pictured myself in Amber's place. It was all I needed to reach a new place in my imagination. A strong and vivid scene. I was feeling my knees begin to lose strength as I pumped the fake cock into my greedy hole. Shivers ran up my spine. I came hard as hell onto the shower floor, with a limp cock.
After I dried off, I crawled into bed. I fell asleep instantly.
The next day all I could think about was 1228 NW Coyote st. and the man I met there. I thought about calling him the whole day. I was completely mesmerized by it. Everything in my being screamed to call him...surrender myself to a Master. The one thing I had fantasized about for years.
I wanted to be kept naked, I wanted to serve.
I needed to be fixed. I wasn't who I was supposed to be.
During that shift at work, I kept praying Master Jeremy called. I just wanted to visit one more time before I made a decision. I wanted to look into the house again. He didn't call for food.. My weekend arrived, and I spent most of my first evening off, using a dildo on myself while drinking beer and watching porn.
Around 6am I texted the cell number on the back of the card. Liquid courage, in the form of 12 beers, allowed me to write the following:
"I can't stop thinking about you. I want to be like Amber. How does this work?" As it was so early on a Sunday morning, I did not expect a response. I assumed too much.
"Come over, I will explain everything." He texted.
"Can't, been drinking. Can't drive" I replied.
"Take a cab, I will pay for it, as well as the ride home. What do you drink?"
This guy really liked me. I hadn't been laid, (other then by a toy operated by my own hand), in almost 2 years. My drunken mind tried to weigh the options. I wanted to go, even though red flags were popping up everywhere.
"American beer." I texted back.
"Call the cab now." He ordered.
"Yes Sir!" I typed into my phone.
"Good boy. See you soon."
I called the taxi and they said they would arrive in 10 minutes. I had no idea what to wear to impress this man. I settled quickly on tight jeans with no underwear, and a plain white t-shirt. I was putting my shoes on when the cab pulled up.
"Fuck, I didn't enema!" I thought.
During the ride over I began to feel fear. I regretted the text I had sent.
"Is this what I really want?" I thought to myself. "Too late, I'm here."
The taxi pulled up in front of the house. I knocked on the door and could hear Amber's bare feet come to the door. It didn't open until the cab pulled away. Amber answered the door near naked, collar and cuffs only.
The house was very well kept. I was lead through a dining room to the back of the house to a large, well furnished living room. Jeremy sat in a leather recliner. Amber pointed to a spot on a soft couch closest to the recliner. Amber set and ashtray and a beer on the end table between Jeremy and myself.
"You are a smoker are you not?" Jeremy asked as I opened the beer.
"Yes. You?"
"Yeah, bad habit, but just can't quit yet." Amber knelt between her Master's legs, tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Jeremy lit a smoke, and I did the same.
"I asked you here to answer any and all question you have. I would love to help you, but you need to be completely informed before you take a life altering step into slavery...or deeper still becoming the woman that is trapped inside of you." Jeremy said as he flipped an ash into Amber's eager mouth. Amber swallowed the ash and opened her mouth again.
I watched in awe. Amber seemed to accept the fact she was an ashtray, she wanted this. That was when I heard the feminine moan again. It was coming from upstairs. That was the same voice I had heard when I had delivered food a couple days ago. My eyes looked to the stairway. Jeremy noticed.
"I have two other slaves. Amber here is my best trained girl. The one that is moaning is Karen, formally "Kevin". She's been strapped into a fucking machine for the last three days. It turns on for two hours, and shuts off for 4. It repeats the cycle on a timer." He explained.
"May I ask why Karen is subjected to this?" I asked, suddenly taking large gulps of beer.
"She asked to be whore trained. I have granted the request. There is a dildo in her mouth that shoots nutrition and water into her, while her new cunt, and ass are fucked simultaneously via a machine. She's only 19, but she is dedicated.
Joshua is in the bathroom. Joshua doesn't want the change, however he loves to clean. He prefers to clean non carpeted floors with his tongue. As well as any other surface. He's overweight, and the eldest of my slaves at 33, but he is an amazing house slave. Good cook, tight ass, great mouth, and has some pig slave in him." He said as he flipped a long ash into Amber.
"Pig slave?" I asked.
"Loves the dirty stuff. He drinks my piss, and likes to rim anyone in the house.."
"What kind of slave do you think I might be?" I was overwhelmed by what I had just been told.
He thought for a minute. He finished his cigarette, and killed it in the ceramic
ashtray. Amber closed her mouth, and lowered her head facing the floor.
"You have all the power right now. You can be whatever kind of slave you wish to be. Until you choose me to be your Master, I am powerless to you." He said quietly as he pulled down the front of his gray sweatpants and guided Amber to suck on his cock.
Even limp it was a solid piece of meat. I said nothing as I watch Amber work it in her mouth till it was hard. It had to be 6 inches long, and had good thickness to it. I needed to have that in my ass tonight.
"I think I'd like to be a female slave to you..." The sound of my own voice sounded like it was coming from another room. Distant, quiet and lost. My eyes were locked on Amber pushing her Master's cock deep into her throat. His pubes were trimmed down to stubble. The light from the lamp on the end table made his cock glisten with Amber's saliva.
"That is a minimum of three years of slavery. You have to live as a woman for 2 years before you can get the surgery, well at least according to the state." He looked up at me briefly, possibly to see my reaction to this news. Then he continued:
"There are hormones you must start taking the day you commit. Amber here has been on the pills for two years, and has one more year before she can get the surgery." Amber moaned around her Master's cock, now working its way down her throat.
"There are two options for you at this point, that is if you want to continue?" He said as he rested his left hand on Amber's head and pushed her down deeper onto his glistening meat. It was down her throat.
"I would like to continue." I was now in a state of shock, and yet overwhelming glee.
"Good. Option one, you sign a three year contract, and you stay employed to cover the costs of the prescriptions and surgery. You would live here rent free. I will take over your banking account so that you will help with the utilities and food you consume." He explained. I nodded.
"Option two, you sign a ten year contract. You can quit your job the day you sign, I will cover all expenses, you will be kept naked and in service at all times. You will sign a "power of attorney" agreement, handing yourself in to bondage legally." He pulled out of Amber's throat letting her catch her breath, then plunged down back into her neck.
"The seven years of service you spend in this house after surgery is part of how you will pay me back. The other part may consist of posting porn with you in it, or possible prostitution. My website has advertisers, and they pay decent as long as I have new actresses and actors. However, I may have to sell your three holes from time to time. What do you think?" He asked, as Amber tapped his leg. Her face was becoming red. He pulled out of her and stared at me as Amber sucked up then swallowed her own throat slime.
"I need to think on this." I said honestly. I was lightheaded from all of the scenarios playing out in my mind. I sipped the beer and lit another cigarette. Jeremy nodded politely and smiled, refocusing his attention on Amber.
"Sold into prostitution?" I thought. The idea scared me deeply. But getting surgery had been my goal since before I had hit puberty. I didn't have 13 thousand laying around, let alone the cost of the meds for one year, I'd be on them for much longer then that!
I walked into the first floor bathroom and stared at myself in the mirrors that lined the wall behind the toilet and counter. I undid my button fly jeans, and relieved myself. I was trying to find a clear decision in my mind, but it had gone numb.
"This is what shock feels like." I whispered to myself. I looked deeply into my own eyes. "Alex, what do you want to do?" I whispered.