Jersey Smith, a man whose stoic demeanor belied his burgeoning desires, found refuge in the dimly lit corner of his room, where the hum of distant whispers and the soft rustle of pages created a cocoon of privacy. His eyes scanned the computer screen, a frenzied dance of clicks and scrolls. His heart thumped in anticipation, a silent rhythm echoing in his ears. This mild-mannered librarian, with his neatly trimmed hair and wire-rimmed glasses, harbored a secret yearning for a world unseen by those who knew him only as the guardian of the written word. His mind craved the thrill of submission, the sweet release of power exchanged.
Master Mike Long, a man whose very name resonated with authority and experience, had a presence online that was as palpable as the leather cuffs he so often donned. His profile was a siren's call to the uninitiated, a beacon of darkness and pleasure. The words he typed into the chat box were not mere characters on a screen; they were commands, invitations, and promises wrapped in digital ink.
Sissy Smith: Sissy's trembling fingers hovered over the keyboard, poised to craft a message that could lead him into the arms of his dreams. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the faint hint of his own arousal. "Master Mike, I've been longing for someone like you to come into my life. Your guidance and dominance are what I crave," Sissy wrote, her voice shaky as she sent the message into the digital abyss. She bit her lower lip, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The silence was deafening, the seconds ticking away like the beats of a metronome counting down to a crescendo she wasn't sure she could handle.
Mike Long: The cursor on Master Mike's screen blinked with a steady rhythm as he read Sissy's message. His eyes narrowed with interest, his thoughts racing with the potential this new sissy presented. He leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully before his fingers began to dance over the keyboard. "My dear Sissy, I am more than happy to explore this journey with you," he began, his tone measured and commanding. "But remember, in this world, trust is a sacred currency. Are you willing to hand it over to me without question?" The words hung in the digital space, a challenge wrapped in a velvet embrace. The scent of his cigar lingered in the air, a hint of his presence in the otherwise sterile environment of cyberspace.
Sissy Smith: A gasp of excitement escaped Sissy's lips as she read Master Mike's response. Her cheeks flushed with a heady mix of trepidation and desire. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a warmth spreading through her body. "Yes, Master Mike, I trust you completely," she replied with unabashed eagerness. "I'm ready to submit to you, to become the sissy you wish me to be." The words sent a thrill down her spine, and she could almost feel the leather of his gloves, the warmth of his hand guiding her.
Sissy Smith: The room seemed to shrink around her as she awaited his next command. The soft glow of the computer screen cast an eerie light on the pile of discarded clothes she had amassed in her haste to change into something more... suitable. She had chosen a frilly pink nightgown and a matching pair of lace panties. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, whispering sweet nothings of submission with every movement.
Mike Long: "Ah, such dedication," Master Mike's words were a warm caress over the cold digital airwaves. "Before we proceed, Sissy, I need you to understand that your life is about to change forever. Your career, your friends, your very essence will be reshaped by this choice." His voice, deep and resonant, sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
Mike Long: The screen flickered, a silent testament to the electricity coursing through the connection. Master Mike's eyes gleamed with an intensity that seemed to pierce the digital veil separating them. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, savoring the rich flavor before exhaling a plume of smoke that swirled around his head. The embers glowed brightly in the darkened room, casting a warm, flickering light across his chiseled features. His fingers, strong and capable, hovered over the keys, poised to deliver the next phase of their negotiation. "Should you choose to submit to me, you will become my property, my plaything. Your desires will be secondary to my own. You will serve me in every way I see fit." His voice, a seductive purr, wrapped around Sissy's thoughts, coaxing out the innermost whispers of her need for submission. The scent of leather and cigar filled the room, a tantalizing aroma that spoke of power and authority. The words he typed were not mere suggestions; they were the bars of a gilded cage she longed to enter.
Sissy Smith: Sissy's breath hitched as she read Master Mike's message. The weight of his words settled heavily in her chest, a thrilling pressure that made her pulse race. She glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the shadows cast by the streetlight outside her window. The mundane world she knew felt a lifetime away, replaced by the tantalizing promise of his dominion. "I am yours to mold, Master," she typed with trembling hands, her voice a whisper that seemed too loud in the quiet of the night. She could feel the fabric of her nightgown against her skin, a soft caress that seemed to tighten with every keystroke. The anticipation grew stronger, a potent cocktail of fear and desire. She took a deep breath, willing herself to be brave, to step through the door he offered.
Mike Long: Master Mike sensed Jersey's excitement and took control of the conversation, setting a time for their first meeting. "Be ready to serve, Sissy," he wrote. "I'll be waiting at the coffee shop on the corner of Main and Elm street, at 8 PM sharp. Wear something appropriate for a first meeting - I expect to see you dressed like the slut I know you are." The words sent a thrill of fear and anticipation through Jersey's body.
Sissy Smith: Sissy's heart skipped a beat at the mention of their meeting. The reality of her decision crashed into her with the force of a wave. She glanced at the clock; the hours ticked by too quickly. Her mind raced as she tried to choose an outfit that would please Master Mike. The thrill of his demand mixed with a touch of terror. "Yes, Master. I'll be there, dressed as you wish," she replied, her voice shaky.
Narrator: The day of the rendezvous arrived, and as the clock ticked closer to eight, Jersey grew increasingly nervous. He had chosen a short, frilly pink dress that clung to his curves and a pair of matching high heels that made him wobble slightly as he walked. His cheeks were painted with a soft blush, his lips a glossy pink. He felt both ridiculous and incredibly aroused, his mind racing with what might unfold at the coffee shop.
Mike Long: The coffee shop was a popular local haunt, filled with the aroma of freshly ground beans and the murmur of conversation. Master Mike sat at a corner table, a steaming cup of black coffee before him, his eyes scanning the room. He wore a tailored black suit that accentuated his powerful build, his gaze sharp and piercing. When he spotted Sissy, his lips curled into a knowing smile.
Sissy Smith: Master Mike's instructions had been specific, and he had taken them to heart. He had shaved every inch of his body, ensuring that not a single hair would mar the illusion of feminine perfection. The collar, a pink velvet choker with a shiny silver tag that read 'Property of Master Mike', lay snug against his neck. It was a declaration of his intent to submit to this man, a symbol of the new life he was about to embark on. The heels of Sissy's shoes clicked against the tiles as she tentatively approached the coffee shop. The pink dress, which had seemed so liberating at home, now felt like a neon sign declaring her kinky intentions to the world. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a staccato rhythm that grew louder with every step she took. She saw Master Mike in the corner, his presence commanding even from a distance. She felt a rush of excitement and fear, her hands shaking as she reached for the door handle. As she entered, the warm embrace of the coffee scent washed over her, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. She saw his eyes lock onto her, a predatory gleam that sent a shiver down her spine. She took a moment to smooth her dress and fix her makeup in the reflection of the glass window before walking over to his table, her steps measured and deliberate. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, both afraid and utterly captivated.
Mike Long: Rising from his seat, Master Mike's smile grew wider, his eyes raking over Sissy's attire with approval. He offered his hand, the leather of his glove cool and firm against her skin. "You look beautiful, Sissy," he said, his voice a low, rumbling bass that sent vibrations through her body. The touch of his hand was electric, a jolt of power that made her knees wobble. She took the seat across from him, her legs barely supporting her. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her as he sipped his coffee. "Tell me, Sissy, what do you truly want from me?" His question hung in the air, a challenge that seemed to resonate with the very core of her being.
Sissy Smith: As Sissy sat, she felt the softness of the chair beneath her, a stark contrast to the rigidness of her own thoughts. She took a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving the depths of his. "I want to be owned, Master Mike," she whispered, the words a declaration of her deepest desires. "To be yours, to serve and please you in every way. To leave behind this life that no longer fits me and embrace the sissy I know I truly am." The scent of his cologne, a heady mix of leather and sandalwood, filled her senses, making her head swim with anticipation. Her voice grew stronger as she continued, "I want to explore this new world, to learn and to grow, to be the best sissy I can be." She paused, her heart racing in her chest like a caged bird seeking release. "But... I'm scared," she admitted, her gaze dropping to her trembling hands.
Mike Long: Master Mike's hand reached across the table, his leather-covered fingers gently lifting Sissy's chin. "Fear is natural, little one," he said, his voice a soothing balm to her trembling spirit. "But in this life, fear is what makes us grow. And I will be with you every step of the way, pushing you to be better, to crave more, to desire more deeply." His thumb brushed against her soft cheek, the roughness a stark contrast to her delicate skin. "Now, tell me, what is your real name?" He leaned in, his eyes searching hers, waiting for the truth that would bind them together.
Sissy Smith: Sissy felt the warmth of his touch, the leather a stark reminder of the world she was about to immerse herself in. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat a physical representation of the weight of her decision. "My... my real name is Jersey Smith," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. The revelation was like peeling back a layer of protection, leaving her raw and vulnerable. She watched as his gaze softened, the corners of his mouth lifting into a gentle smile that seemed to reach into the very essence of her soul. It was as if he could see the true her, the one that had been buried beneath layers of societal expectations. The room around them grew quieter, the whispers of the other patrons fading into the background as she basked in the warmth of his attention. The scent of his cologne grew stronger, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. "Thank you for asking, Master Mike," she added, her voice shaking with a mix of nerves and relief.
Mike Long: "Jersey," Master Mike repeated, savoring the name like a fine wine. "A strong name for a man, but you, my dear, are no longer just a man. You are now Sissy Cow, and you will answer to that name from this day forward." His eyes searched hers, looking for any signs of doubt or hesitation. "Do you accept this new identity, Sissy Cow?" His hand remained under her chin, the warmth of his skin a comfort against the cool leather.
Sissy Smith: Sissy's pulse quickened at the sound of her new name rolling off Master Mike's tongue. She felt a strange mix of emotions—part fear, part excitement, part loss, part rebirth. Looking into his eyes, she could see the promise of a new life, one filled with pain and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. The tremble in her voice was almost imperceptible as she nodded, "Yes, Master, I am your Sissy Cow." The words felt foreign in her mouth, but with each syllable, she felt the chains of her old life slipping away. The fabric of the dress clung to her body, a physical manifestation of the transformation she was undergoing. The scent of his cologne grew more intoxicating as she leaned closer, her breaths shallow and rapid.
Mike Long: Master Mike's grip on her chin tightened ever so slightly, a silent assertion of his dominance. His eyes searched hers, seeking the truth in their depths. "Good," he said, the single word a warm caress that sent shivers down her spine. He released her chin, his hand sliding down to rest on hers. "Now, Sissy Cow, let's get to know each other better." His voice was a gentle coax, a gentle guide leading her through the dark. The café buzzed around them, a cacophony of sounds that seemed to melt away as she focused solely on his words. "Tell me," he began, his thumb tracing circles on her palm, "what is it that you crave? What makes your knees weak and your mouth water?" His question hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation to reveal the deepest, darkest corners of her soul.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a blush spread across her cheeks, the heat reaching her ears. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her heart raced with anticipation, and she could feel the wetness between her legs, a testament to her desire. She knew what he was asking, had dreamed of this moment for so long. "I crave to be used, Master," she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper. "To serve, to be humiliated and degraded, to be made to beg for your touch." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a mix of trepidation and longing. "I want to feel the sting of your hand, the bite of your leather against my skin." The words spilled out, unbidden, a confession she had never dared to speak aloud. She watched as his smile grew wider, the heat in his eyes becoming a blaze that threatened to consume her. The scent of his cologne grew stronger, wrapping around her like a lover's embrace. "I want to be to be dressed and displayed as you see fit, to be your plaything, your sex slave."
Mike Long: Master Mike leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of his gaze was almost too much to bear, a physical weight that made her want to squirm in her seat. His smile grew into a knowing grin, and he took a deep breath, the scent of leather and power filling the space between them. "You're a brave little thing," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in her very core. "But bravery alone won't serve you well in this life. You'll need obedience, discipline, and the willingness to endure." He paused, watching as her pupils dilated with each word. "But fear not, my pet. I shall teach you all that you need to know." His hand closed over hers, the leather of his glove cool and firm against her skin. "Now, tell me, Sissy Cow, do you wish to move forward, to take that first step into the abyss?" His grip tightened, a silent demand for an answer, the warmth of his hand a promise of what was to come.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's heart was racing, the blood rushing in her ears like the roar of the ocean. She nodded fervently, her eyes wide and glassy with desire. "Yes, Master," she breathed. "I am ready to submit, but also scared to become the sissy you wish me to be." The words left her mouth with surprising ease, as if they had been waiting there, poised at the edge of her consciousness, yearning for release. The feel of his hand over hers sent a shiver up her arm, and she could feel the beginnings of a wetness forming between her legs. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, the mundane café suddenly transformed into a stage for the most thrilling performance of her life. The scent of the coffee beans and the murmur of conversations around them seemed to blend into a symphony of submission.
Mike Long: "Fear is a natural part of growth," Master Mike said, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "But remember, Sissy Cow, fear also brings excitement." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "And I can promise you that the excitement of our future together will be unparalleled." His gaze was unyielding, his expression one of absolute confidence. The leather of his glove was a silent declaration of his intentions, of the world that awaited her if she chose to walk this path. The air between them grew thick with the unspoken promise of pain and pleasure, of dominance and submission. "Now," he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "let us proceed."
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes gleamed with the fire of a man who had found something precious, something that would fulfill his every desire. He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "But first," he murmured, his hand sliding up to caress her cheek, "we must establish some ground rules." His voice was a seductive purr, the sound of a lion sizing up its prey. His hand moved to the back of her neck, his grip firm but gentle as he tilted her face up to meet his gaze. "You will be my sissy cow, my property, my toy. You will do as I say, without question or hesitation. You will be punished for your transgressions and rewarded for your obedience. Your body, your mind, your soul, all will belong to me." His words were a dark symphony, a melody of dominance that played in Sissy Cow's ears, setting her heart racing.
Mike Long: As they sat in the dimly lit corner of the coffee shop, Master Mike's presence was palpable, a force that seemed to fill the very air around them. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was a deep yearning, a desperate need to be taken, to be owned. His hand, so strong and commanding, rested on her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I expect complete obedience," he continued, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "You will call me 'Master' at all times. You will not look away when I speak to you. You will address me as 'Master Mike' or 'Sir'. You will never wear any clothing other than what I provide for you. Your body will be my canvas, my playground. You will be my sissy cow, my pet, my submissive. Do you understand? you need to say Yes Master, I Accept to be your Sissy Cow and Sex Slave" The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of desire and anticipation.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's heart raced, the words "Yes Master, I Accept to be your Sissy Cow and Sex Slave" trembling on her lips. The fear and excitement melded into a heady cocktail that made her legs feel like jelly. She looked into his eyes, seeing the fire of desire and the promise of a future filled with the kind of submission she had only ever dreamed of. She felt a warm trickle of wetness between her legs, the reality of her situation making her more aroused than she had ever been. With a quiver in her voice, she whispered, "Yes Master, I accept to be your Sissy Cow and Sex Slave." The words tasted sweet and forbidden, like the first bite of a fruit she had been denied her entire life.
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes lit up with triumph as he heard her acceptance. He leaned back in his chair, his hand still cupping her cheek. "Very good my Sissy Cow," he purred, his thumb stroking her skin with a possessive fondness. "Now, let us discuss the details of our arrangement." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black metal box. Opening it revealed an intricate pink metal collar, the same one she had seen in her dreams, complete with a tiny lock and tag that read 'Master Mike's Property'. He took the collar out and placed it on the table with a clink that sounded like a declaration. "This will be your constant reminder of who you belong to. Wear it with pride, once I place it on your neck, you will never be able to take it off." His voice was firm, yet caring, the kind of voice that could soothe a wild beast.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt her eyes widen as she stared at the collar. Her hands trembled with the desire to touch it, to feel the cold metal against her neck. "Master, I... How can I wear it to work?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. The reality of what she was agreeing to settled over her like a warm blanket, comforting and terrifying all at once. Her heart was racing so fast it was a wonder it didn't burst out of her chest. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the collar, the metal cool and unforgiving.
Mike Long: Master Mike's gaze never left hers as he spoke, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in her very core. "Your work life is of no concern to me, Sissy Cow. Your existence outside of your servitude to me is inconsequential. You will find a way to wear it, or you will find a new place to work, one that allows you to serve me without restriction." His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of a challenge in his gaze. "But fear not," he continued, his voice softening, "I am not unreasonable. You will have your time to acclimate to your new identity, but the collar is a symbol of your submission to me. It will be the first step in your transformation." He took a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee, the clink of the spoon against the porcelain mug a stark reminder of the seriousness of their conversation. The scent of leather and cigar grew stronger as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "And once you are fully mine, you will crave the feel of it, the constant reminder of your place at my side."
Mike Long: Master Mike watched Sissy Cow closely, his hand sliding from her cheek to rest on the collar. He could see the turmoil of emotions playing out across her face—fear, excitement, and the beginnings of acceptance. His thumb traced the delicate metal, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the heat building between them. "You will be moved to my estate across the country," he revealed, his voice a smooth purr. "A place where you can truly become the sissy you were always meant to be." He leaned back, his eyes scanning her form as if envisioning the transformation to come. "We will begin with your training," he said, his tone firm but gentle. "You will learn to serve me in every way—how to walk, how to talk, how to act. You will be molded into the perfect sissy slave." The room around them grew still, the outside world fading away until it was just the two of them and the heavy weight of their impending reality.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a swell of both terror and excitement at the thought of leaving her old life behind. The idea of being shipped across the country, trapped in a metal crate, was both humiliating and thrilling. Her heart raced at the thought of the journey that lay ahead—being so utterly under Master Mike's control. The collar on the table gleamed under the café's soft lighting, beckoning her. She imagined the feel of it around her neck, the weight of her new identity pressing down on her. "What... what do I do with my job, my belongings, what will my training involve, Master?" she asked, her voice shaky. Her eyes darted to the collar, then back to him. The scent of his cigar was a constant presence, a reminder of the power dynamic that was shifting, shaping her into something new. Her thoughts raced, thinking of the life she was about to leave and the one she was about to embrace. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of being so utterly helpless, so completely owned.
Mike Long: Master Mike's smile was cold and calculating. "Your job is of no concern to me, Sissy Cow. You will tender your two week notice and then your only job will be to serve and please me. As for your belongings, they will be packed up and sent to the estate. Your training will begin the moment I take you home." His hand closed around the collar, his thumb stroking the lock with a thoughtful expression. "You will learn obedience, submission, and pain management. Your body will become my instrument, my canvas. And when I am done with you, you will be the most exquisite sissy in the land." He leaned in, his breath hot and commanding against her ear. "And you will love every moment of it."
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of such intense training. Her heart raced with both fear and excitement. "What if I can't do it, Master?" she whispered, her eyes wide with vulnerability. She wanted this more than anything, but the gravity of what she was committing to weighed heavily on her. The café around them felt like it was closing in, the walls seeming to whisper her secrets back to her.
Mike Long: Master Mike chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the challenge. "Then you will learn, Sissy Cow. I have no patience for failure, but I do have an infinite amount of patience for improvement." He leaned closer, his breath a warm whisper against her ear. "You will beg for the chance to prove yourself, and when you do, the rewards will be... exquisite." His hand closed around the collar tightly, the metal cool against his skin. He lifted it from the table, the chain jingling faintly. "Do you agree to these terms, to become my sissy, to leave your old life behind and begin anew as my property?" His grip on her chin grew firm, forcing her to meet his gaze. The café was a blur around them, their world reduced to the pink metal collar and the fire in his eyes.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a strange mix of trepidation and exhilaration as she stared into the abyss that was Master Mike's dominance. The collar in his hand was a symbol of the life she was about to surrender herself to—a life of pain, pleasure, and total submission. She could feel the tremble in her own body, the anticipation of what was to come. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Master, I agree to your terms." The words were a whispered promise, a declaration of her commitment to this new path. She watched as he picked up the collar, the cold metal seemingly alive in his grasp. The clinking of the chain was the only sound in the world as he leaned closer, his hand at the back of her neck. She could smell his cigar, the scent of power and authority that made her knees weak. As he fastened the collar around her neck, she felt the weight of her new identity settle upon her, a strange thrill that sent shivers down her spine. The world around them grew fuzzy, the café's noises muffled by the echoes of her racing thoughts.
Mike Long: "Good girl," Master Mike murmured, his voice a warm embrace that seemed to resonate through the metal collar. He sat back, watching as Sissy Cow's eyes fluttered closed, her body leaning slightly into his touch. His hand remained at the back of her neck, his grip firm yet gentle as he held her in place. "Now that we have that settled," he said, his tone brisk and business-like, "let's discuss your immediate future." He took out his phone, his thumbs dancing over the screen as he typed out a quick message. "I have a crate ready for you and your things. I'll notify you when and where to meet up to pack your things. It is a small taste of the life that awaits you."
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a thrill at his words, the reality of her situation sinking in. A metal crate, is he planning on putting me in the crate and ship me across the country, no escape. It was terrifying and yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, but she had to have misunderstood him and the crate was just for her belongings. Her heart raced at the thought of being so utterly under his control. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes still closed. The collar felt surprisingly natural against her skin, a symbol of the submission she craved.
Mike Long: "Very good, Sissy Cow," Master Mike said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. "You are going to be a fine addition to my collection." His hand moved from her neck to the collar, giving it a gentle tug. "But before we proceed with your relocation, I must ensure you understand what is expected of you. Your training will be rigorous, and there will be moments of pain and discomfort." His thumb caressed the soft skin of her neck, the metal of the collar a stark reminder of his ownership. "But fear not," he continued, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves, "for every tear you shed, every scream you let out, will only make our bond stronger."
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes held hers, a silent promise of both torment and ecstasy reflected in their depths. His hand remained on the collar around her neck, the metal cool and unforgiving against her skin. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her cheek, the scent of his cigar enveloping her. "You will learn to crave the pain, to seek it out as a means of pleasing me," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate through the very air around them. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote control. "This," he said, holding it up for her to see, "will be your new best friend, and worst enemy." His grin was predatory as he explained, "It controls the collar's settings. Obedience is key, and this will ensure you remember that." He clicked a button, and she felt a sharp sting around her neck, the collar delivering a jolt of pain that made her gasp and arch her back. "Do you understand?"
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's eyes went wide with shock and fear as the collar bit into her flesh. The pain was sudden and intense, a stark reminder of her new reality. She nodded frantically, the collar's cruel embrace a stark contrast to the gentle touch of his hand. "Y-Yes, Master," she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, the pain somehow melding with her arousal. The café around them was a blur as she focused solely on the device in his hand, the power it represented. Her thoughts swirled with questions—what other torments did it hold? What kind of training was she truly in for? Despite the fear, she felt a strange sense of fear and anxiety.
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes gleamed with approval at her reaction, his thumb tracing the outline of the collar around her neck, the metal warming to her body's heat. "Excellent," he said, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You will learn quickly, my pet." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. "And when you do, the rewards will be... memorable." He placed the remote on the table with a clack, a clear indication of what lay ahead. "But for now, let us focus on your immediate future. Your training will begin in earnest once you arrive at my estate. You will be stripped of your masculine attire and dressed appropriately." He leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering over her. "Do you have any questions, now that you're my fucking Sissy Cow?"
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications of his words. "What... what will you do with me at your estate, Master?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly. The anticipation of what awaited her was both terrifying and exhilarating. She reached a tentative hand to the collar around her neck, the metal feeling strangely comforting against her skin.
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes darkened with lust as he began to describe her future. "My estate is a place where you will truly become my Sissy Cow," he said, his voice a seductive rumble. "You will be isolated from the outside world, free from the constraints of your former life. Your days will be filled with training sessions, learning to serve me in every way imaginable. You will clean, cook, and cater to my every whim. Your nights..." He let the sentence hang in the air, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Your nights will be dedicated to pleasing me in more... intimate ways. I have a specially designed dungeon where I will train you, push you to your limits, and beyond." His hand tightened on the collar, his thumb tracing the line of her throat. "You will learn to love the sound of the lash, the sting of the crop, the feel of the metal retraints, and the feel of my cock inside you." His eyes bore into hers, challenging any hint of defiance. "You will crave my touch, my pain, my dominance. And when you are truly broken in, you will be ready to serve me in every aspect of your existence." The café's ambiance faded into the background, the air thickening with the tension of their conversation.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a mix of emotions—fear, excitement, and a strange sense of belonging. The thought of being isolated from her mundane life was both thrilling and terrifying. She had never been more exposed, yet she felt a warmth spread through her as she imagined herself as Master Mike's personal plaything. "What about my family, Master?" she asked, her voice quivering. "Will I ever see them again?" She knew the answer, but needed to hear it from him, to make the reality of her decision concrete.
Mike Long: Master Mike's smile was cold, his eyes glinting with the fire of his dominance. "Your family, your past, will all be irrelevant," he said, his voice as sharp as the crack of a whip. "You will be my fucking Sissy Cow now, and your only concern is serving me. Any ties you had before are severed." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You will forget them, as you will forget yourself." His hand slid down her neck, his thumb resting just above the collar, the threat of pain a constant reminder of her new reality. "Your training will ensure that your thoughts are solely focused on pleasing me."
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt a lump form in her throat at his words. Her family, her old life—everything she had ever known was being taken from her. But as she felt the collar around her neck, the metal a symbol of her new existence, she found she didn't care. The idea of serving Master Mike, of becoming the sissy she was meant to be, was all she could think about. "I am not sure, Master," she murmured, her voice trembling.
Mike Long: Master Mike leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Your dedication is admirable, Sissy Cow, but your fear is natural." He reached over and took her hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze. His grip was firm but reassuring, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the collar. "Your family will be forgotten, but fear not—you will find a new family in me, in the lifestyle we will share." He paused, his gaze piercing hers. "But if you truly wish to be mine, you must embrace this change fully. No looking back, no second thoughts. Do you accept this?" His voice was a mix of velvet and steel, leaving no room for doubt and his hands on the collar remote ready to shock Sissy Cow if she says no.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She nodded, her eyes wide with determination. "Yes, Master. I accept." She whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the café.
Mike Long: Master Mike's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He squeezed her hand once, then released it. "Good," he said, his voice firm and unyielding. "Your training begins now. Stand up and remove your panties for me, Sissy Cow. It's time to show me your dedication." Sissy felt a rush of fear and excitement. She glanced around, noticing for the first time the other patrons in the café, the way they were watching her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and revulsion. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment but also a strange thrill. This was it—the moment she had been waiting for. With trembling hands, she pushed her chair back and stood up. She took a step away from the table, her legs shaking beneath her pink dress. She could feel the eyes of the other customers on her, but she knew she couldn't back down now. Slowly, she slid her hands down to her hips and began to lift her dress, her heart pounding in her chest. As she exposed herself, she felt a sense of vulnerability that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The cool metal chair was a stark contrast to the heat that was building between her legs. With a final tug, she slipped her panties off and held them out to him, her hands trembling.
Mike Long: Master Mike took the crumpled panties from her with a smirk, balling them up and stuffing them into his pocket. "Very good, Sissy Cow," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You are learning obedience quickly." His eyes raked over her exposed crotch, his gaze lingering on the spot where she knew she was already wet with desire. "Now, let's go." He stood, pulling out his wallet and tossing a handful of bills onto the table. The sound of them scattering echoed through the café, drawing more glances their way. He didn't care. He had what he wanted, and that was all that mattered. He turned and headed for the door, expecting her to follow.
Mike Long: As they exited the café into the cool night air, the reality of her situation hit Sissy Cow like a slap in the face. She was now his, collared and exposed, her fate in his hands. The thought was both terrifying and intoxicating. She felt the bite of the metal collar against her neck as she followed him, her heart racing. She watched the muscles in his back, the way they flexed with each step, his confidence palpable. The city lights reflected off the chrome of a black van parked at the curb, its back door open. Her eyes widened—it was her new home, her transportation to his estate. She felt a surge of fear but also excitement at the idea of being so utterly at his mercy. The van's interior was stark and cold, a cage waiting for her to step into. The floor was lined with thick black matting that smelled faintly of leather and disinfectant. "Your new life begins now," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "You are mine, to do with as I please. Now strip and get in the cage".
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's legs felt like jelly as she approached the van, the collar around her neck a constant reminder of her submission. "Master I thought you were going to give me two weeks?"
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes gleamed with excitement as he turned to face her, the cold metal of the van's cage reflecting in his pupils. "Plans have changed, Sissy Cow. Your hesitation has made me change my mind and your training cannot wait. Your old life is already fading away," he said, his voice a mix of authority and promise. "You are mine, now and forever." He gestured towards the cage with a flourish, the metal bars shimmering ominously. "Do not worry, your fear will only make your training more... exquisite." He stepped closer, his hand on her shoulder, guiding her towards the van. The scent of leather and the cool metal of the cage washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Strip and get in," he ordered, his voice a velvety command that left no room for argument.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's thoughts swirled like a tornado as she faced the van. She felt a strange mix of fear, excitement, and a deep longing for the unknown. Her body responded to his command, her hands moving almost of their own accord to lift the hem of her dress. She stepped out of it, feeling the cool evening breeze kiss her bare skin. The pink dress fell to the ground around her ankles, a stark contrast to the black cage. With trembling hands, she unhooked her bra, her small breasts exposed to the night. She stepped out of her heels and stockings, feeling the cold concrete beneath her bare feet. The cage was small, just enough room to crawl in on all fours. She took a deep breath, the metal cold and unforgiving against her skin as she crawled inside. Master Mike then placed a latex hood on his new Sissy Cow's head so she can no longer see. The door then slammed shut with a finality that made her jump, the lock clicking into place.
Mike Long: "Perfect, Sissy Cow," Master Mike's voice echoed through the van as he closed the cage door with a resounding clang. "You are already learning to follow orders. Now, let's get you to your new home." He climbed into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life. The van jerked forward, the cage rattling with each movement. Sissy Cow felt the beginnings of panic, her heart racing in her chest. But as Sissy could not see anything with the latex hood on and panic started to set in.
Mike Long: Master Mike could sense her distress through the walls of the cage. He reached back, his hand resting on the cage, his thumb brushing against the metal bars. "Easy, Sissy Cow," he soothed, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the metal. "Your fear is natural. Embrace it—it will only make your submission sweeter." The van hit a bump, jolting her body against the bars, the coldness of the metal biting into her soft flesh. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her nipples hardening, her mind racing with thoughts of the training that awaited her.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself. The van's movement was jerky and erratic, making it hard to keep still. The latex hood was tight, muffling her hearing and making her feel even more claustrophobic. Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her as she felt the cage move with each of Master Mike's commands. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice muffled by the hood. She shifted slightly, her body brushing against the bars, sending little sparks of pleasure through her.
Mike Long: Master Mike: "I forgot the additional restraints. Let me pull over and get them added.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's heart skipped a beat as the van screeched to a halt. The sudden stop sent her sprawling forward into the bars of the cage. She heard the sound of Master Mike's boots crunching on gravel as he climbed out of the van. The cool night air seeped through the open doors, sending a shiver down her spine. She heard the clanking of chains, and the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. The anticipation was maddening. Her body was already responding to the situation, her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress, her pussy wet and aching. Despite her fear, she was eager to be completely restrained, to give herself over to him without the option to resist. The sound of his footsteps grew closer, and she could feel his presence beside the cage. "Master, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice quivering.
Mike Long: "Ah, my eager little Sissy," Master Mike's voice was a dark chuckle. "I'm just making sure you don't get too comfortable on the trip. After all, you're going to be spending the rest of your life in that cage." His hand reached in, and she felt the cold steel of the manacles against her wrists. "I want to ensure you understand your new life will be one of strict obedience and discipline. Didn't you accept this?" He asked, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow nodded, her heart racing as the cold steel closed around her wrists. She could feel the weight of her submission heavy in her chest. "Yes, Master," she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. She felt the manacles being secured to the bars of the cage, the metal biting into her delicate skin. The pressure was unyielding, a stark contrast to the softness of her dress. Despite her fear, she felt a warmth spread through her at the thought of being so utterly at his mercy.
Mike Long: Now open your mouth, lets get these panties of yours stuffed in that mouth of yours.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow nodded obediently, her mouth going dry with a mix of fear and anticipation. She parted her lips as wide as they would go, feeling the coolness of the cage's metal against her skin as she did so. She heard Master Mike's hand rustling in his pocket and then felt the coarse fabric of her own panties being pushed into her mouth, filling it completely. He fastened a leather strap around the back of her head, securing them in place. The taste of herself was faintly bitter, but she found it oddly comforting—like a reminder that she was still hers, even as she became his. The van's engine roared back to life, and they lurched forward, the motion of the vehicle sending waves of panic and arousal through her body. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, the fabric of her dress sticking to her skin. Despite her fear, she was eager to begin her journey as Master Mike's property.
Mike Long: As the van drove on, Master Mike watched his new sissy squirm in her cage. He knew she was already lost in her thoughts, imagining the pleasures and pains that awaited her at the estate. He couldn't wait to introduce her to the world of submission, to mold her into the perfect sissy servant. He reached into the cage and caressed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin. "You're going to love it," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to the fear that must be racing through her. "Every scream, every tear, every drop of your sweet nectar—it will all be for me." His hand slid down to her neck, his thumb resting on the collar. "And when you do," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you will thank me." He leaned back in his seat, his cock straining against his pants as he thought of the nights to come.
Mike Long: They drove for hours, the sound of the road a soothing lullaby to Sissy Cow's racing thoughts. The cage was tight, the restraints biting into her skin, but she felt safe, protected. It was as if the very boundaries of her existence had been redefined by the cold steel around her neck and wrists. She could feel the van slow down, the engine rumbling as it took a sharp turn. The cage rattled, and she realized they must be nearing the estate. A strange mix of excitement and dread coiled in her belly, her pussy throbbing in anticipation.
Mike Long: The van came to a complete stop, and Sissy Cow heard the door slide open. She could feel the cool, damp air of the countryside seep into the van. The smell of dirt and grass was a stark contrast to the sterile café. Master Mike's strong arms reached into the cage and unlocked her manacles. "Welcome home, Sissy Cow," he said, his voice filled with a warmth she hadn't heard before. He helped her to her feet, her legs wobbly from the long journey. He did not take of the latex hood as he added a leash to the collar. "Get on your knees my Sissy Cow, you will crawl to your new home".
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow nodded, her knees hitting the cold ground with a thud. She felt the leash tug gently, and she knew she had to crawl. The latex hood made everything feel unreal, the world around her reduced to sounds and smells. She could feel the gravel dig into her knees as she moved forward, feeling to cool breeze on her naked body. Her breath was shallow and quick, each movement a declaration of her new life. The leash grew taut, guiding her through the darkness. The anticipation was unbearable.
Mike Long: Master Mike led Sissy Cow through the moonlit grounds of his estate, the leash in his hand a symbol of their new dynamic. He felt a surge of pride at the sight of her, his property, obediently crawling beside him. The grass was damp under her knees, the sound of her breathing muffled by the hood. He knew the moment she stepped onto the polished marble floors of his mansion, her life would forever be changed. The air grew colder as they approached the grand entrance, the scent of leather and wax hinting at the opulence inside. He felt his cock swell at the thought of her, naked and trembling, in his dungeon. The cobblestone path grew steeper, the leash tightening as he pulled her towards the massive oak doors. As they reached the top, he tugged the leash, forcing her to stop. "You're home," he whispered, his voice a gentle command. "Your training starts now." The doors creaked open, revealing the dimly lit foyer and the stairs that led to the dungeon. "Follow me," he said, the leash guiding her through the threshold.
Mike Long: Master Mike felt his heart race as he led Sissy Cow into the heart of his domain. The foyer was vast, with high ceilings and a grand chandelier that cast flickering shadows across the gleaming floors. He could feel her tremble as they descended the spiral staircase, the leather of her collar warm from her body. The air grew heavier with each step, thick with the scent of leather and wax. They reached the bottom, and he opened the door to his dungeon—a world of absolute pain would become her new reality. He heard her gasp, the sound muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth. "You're going to learn to love this place," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. The floor was cold stone, and her bare feet would soon learn to appreciate the warmth of his boots. "Now," he said, "we will begin your transformation." He unhooked the leash, leaving the latex hood in place, and pushed her towards a steel bench. "Lie down, Sissy Cow. It's time to prepare your body for its new purpose." He could feel the tremble in her limbs as she complied, her skin pale in the candlelight.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt the cold stone against her back as she lay down on the bench, the steel clamps pressing into her wrists and ankles as Master Mike secured her in place. The bench was hard, unyielding, a stark reminder of her submission. She could feel the coolness of the metal instruments against her skin as he arranged them meticulously around her. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her heart racing in her chest. The hood muffled everything, leaving only the sound of her own ragged breathing and the occasional clink of metal. She knew that every inch of her body was exposed to his gaze, her vulnerability a powerful aphrodisiac. Despite the fear, she felt a strange sense of belonging, as if she had finally found her place in the world.
Mike Long: Master Mike stepped back to admire his new sissy, her body laid out before him like a canvas. The leather straps held her in place, her breasts exposed and heaving with each breath. He picked up a small, thin cane and traced it along her thigh, watching as the goosebumps formed. "You will learn to crave this pain," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "It will be your lifeblood, your sustenance." He raised the flogger, bringing it down with a sharp snap against the flesh of her thigh. Sissy Cow yelped, her body jerking against the restraints. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes lighting up with approval. "You're already learning." He continued, each strike a precise and deliberate punishment that she accepted willingly, her body arching and writhing in response.
Mike Long: Master Mike watched with a smirk as Sissy Cow's body danced beneath the rhythmic assault of the flogger. The sound of the leather biting into her skin filled the room, a symphony of submission. He paused, letting her catch her breath before he spoke again. "You're doing well," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the stone walls. "But we have so much more to explore." He set the flogger down, his eyes scanning the rack of instruments before landing on a set of nipple clamps. "These," he said, picking them up and showing her the gleaming metal, "will help you focus." He attached them to her already-sensitive buds, twisting them slightly until she moaned into her gag. "Now, let's see how you handle a little more pressure." He gave the clamps a sharp tug, and her body bucked against the restraints. He knew she was close to the edge, her mind racing with pain and pleasure. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You can handle this, Sissy Cow. You are strong." With each pull, she grew wetter, her arousal pooling beneath her. He reached down, his fingers dipping into her slickness, and she moaned louder. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a warm caress that seemed to soothe her. "You're going to be such a good sissy for me." He tightened the clamps once more, watching as the pain brought her closer to ecstasy.
Mike Long: "Now, let's get you dressed for your new life," Master Mike said, his tone business-like as he moved to a nearby rack, the sound of his boots echoing through the dungeon. He picked out a frilly pink maid's outfit, complete with stockings and a frilly apron. He knew it would clash with the starkness of the metal and leather, a stark reminder of her new role. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice firm. He helped her to her feet, his grip on the leash tight. She wobbled slightly, the metal clamps still attached to her tender flesh. He undid the clamps with a flourish, the blood rushing back to her nipples with a sharp sting. She whimpered, but she knew better than to protest. He slipped the dress over her head, his hands brushing against her skin. The fabric was soft, a stark contrast to the steel that had held her moments ago. He fastened the apron around her waist, the cold metal of her collar pressing against her neck. "Perfect," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "You look like the perfect little sissy, but now to make you a cow."
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt the fabric of the maid's outfit against her skin, a strange mix of embarrassment and pride. The dress was too tight around her waist and hips, accentuating her curves. She could feel the material clinging to her wetness as Master Mike stepped back to inspect her. The latex hood was still in place, and she knew he was watching her every move. The collar was a constant presence, a reminder of her servitude. "M-mmm," she stuttered, her voice muffled by the panties in her mouth. The idea of being transformed into a cow both terrified and aroused her. She had read about it online, but the reality was so much more intense. She felt the leash jerk slightly as he led her to the next part of her training. She knew she had to trust him, that this was all a part of her journey into complete submission.
Mike Long: Master Mike's hand was firm on the leash, leading her deeper into the dungeon. He had been planning this for weeks, meticulously preparing for her arrival. He had read her messages, studied her desires, and knew exactly what she needed. The anticipation was almost too much to handle—his cock was rock hard, straining against his leather pants. He led her to a custom-made contraption, a cross between a cow milking stall and a bondage chair. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "This will be your transformation station." He helped her sit in the chair, securing her arms and legs before attaching the udder-shaped cups to her tender nipples. The sensation was strange, but she could feel her arousal spike as he turned on the suction. "Moo," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "Moo for me, Sissy Cow."
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow couldn't believe what was happening. The suction on her nipples was intense, pulling and stretching them in a way she had never experienced. She felt the urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but the pain was too much. Instead, she let out a muffled moan, her body trembling with every tug. The latex hood made her feel so small, so powerless, but she found it incredibly thrilling. She felt like she was truly becoming his—his sissy, his cow.
Mike Long: "Very good," Master Mike said, his voice a mix of pride and lust. "You're taking to your new role quite nicely." He watched as Sissy Cow's body responded to the contraption, her cheeks flushing a deep red. He leaned in closer, his hand reaching up to caress the side of her face. "Now, let's get those panties out of your mouth and replace them with something more appropriate for a cow, shall we?" He unbuckled the strap holding the hood in place, and the world came rushing back in—the cold, musty scent of the dungeon, the sound of her own ragged breathing. He ripped the panties away, and she gasped for air. He then shoved a large rubber ball gag into her mouth, the taste of the rubber mingling with her own saliva. "Moo," he prompted, and she obeyed, her voice muffled around the gag.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt the cold rubber fill her mouth, her jaw stretching around it. She let out a soft moan, feeling more and more like a creature of his making. The leather restraints held her in place, preventing her from moving her head. She could feel her eyes glaze over with lust as she stared at the floor, her body aching for his touch. Despite the humiliation, she felt a strange sense of peace, as if this was where she belonged—his personal sissy cow, ready to serve and be milked at his whim.
Mike Long: Master Mike stepped back, admiring the sight of Sissy Cow in her new outfit. Her legs were spread wide, the chair holding her in a position of ultimate vulnerability. He grabbed a leather strap and fastened it around her head, pulling it tight over the ball gag to ensure it would not slip out. "Moo for me," he said again, his voice a command that resonated through her body. She obeyed, her voice muffled but the intention clear. He stepped around the chair, running a finger down the side of one of the udder cups. "You're going to love this," he murmured, watching as her body responded to the suction with a mix of pain and pleasure. The contraption was designed to increase in suction with each "moo," and she would learn to associate her pain with his pleasure. He grabbed the handle and cranked it up a notch, watching as the cups grew tighter around her nipples. She whimpered but did not resist. He knew she was already falling deeper into her role, eager to please him in any way possible.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's eyes watered as the suction grew stronger, the pain a constant throb that seemed to resonate through her entire body. The rubber ball gag made her feel so utterly helpless, her only means of communication reduced to the simple sound of a cow. Despite this, she felt an overwhelming sense of belonging—she was Master Mike's property now, and she would do anything to please him. She let out another "moo," her voice muffled by the rubber in her mouth. The suction increased again, and she moaned in response.
Mike Long: "Ah, such a good Sissy Cow," Master Mike praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're going to learn to love this feeling, I promise you." He reached for a whip, the leather crackling in the silent room. "Now, let's see how much you can take before your body betrays you," he said, his tone a mix of challenge and excitement. He brought the flogger down across her thighs, the sound echoing off the stone walls. She jolted in the chair, the pain making her body convulse. "Moo," he ordered again, and she complied, the sound a mix of pain and arousal.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's eyes watered with each crack of the flogger, the pain mixing with the intense suction on her nipples. She felt the pressure build inside her, the need to orgasm growing stronger with every stroke. Her moos grew louder, more desperate, as she lost herself in the symphony of sensations. The rubber ball in her mouth made her drool, adding to the sense of degradation that only served tog fuel her submission.
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes gleamed in the flickering candlelight as he watched Sissy Cow's body respond to his touch. He knew she was close, her moos growing louder and more frantic. He took a moment to admire her, bound and gagged in the chair, her body a canvas of pain and pleasure. With a twist of the knob, the suction on her nipples increased, and she let out a high-pitched squeal. "Not yet, my dear," he murmured, denying her the release she craved. He knew that the longer she waited, the more powerful her eventual submission would be. He stepped closer, the leather of his boots creaking as he did, and whispered in her ear, "You're doing so well. I can feel how much you want to be mine."
Mike Long: Master Mike trailed the tips of the flogger across Sissy Cow's sensitive skin, the leather a gentle promise of more to come. He watched her squirm and felt his own desire growing, his hand tightening around the leather handle. "Moo," he demanded again, and she did, her voice strained and needy. He brought the flogger down once more, this time across her breasts. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet dungeon, and she arched back, her eyes squeezing shut in a mix of agony and ecstasy. He could see her sissy pussy glisten with arousal, and he knew the moment was right.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's body was a maelstrom of sensation—the pain from the flogger's bite, the unrelenting pull on her nipples, and the desperate need to serve. Each "moo" grew more fervent, her body begging for release. She could feel the sticky wetness pooling between her legs, her thighs slick with her own desire. The rubber ball filled her mouth, reminding her that she was nothing but a toy for him to play with, a creature of his design. Despite the pain, she felt alive, her mind spinning with the thrill of her new reality.
Mike Long: Master Mike stepped closer, his hand trailing down Sissy Cow's body to her drenched pussy. He teased her clit with the flogger, the leather sending sparks of pain through her sensitive flesh. "You want to come, don't you?" His voice was a dark whisper in her ear. She nodded frantically, her moos growing more desperate. He leaned in, his breath hot on her cheek. "Not until I say so, my pet." His fingers danced away from her sissy clitty, leaving her trembling on the edge of oblivion.
Mike Long: Master Mike watched her with a cruel smile, enjoying the way she writhed in the chair. He knew that every moment of pain and denial brought her closer to the ultimate surrender. He picked up a leather-wrapped dildo. He leaned in, his breath tickling the skin beneath the rubber ball gag. "This will prepare you for your future duties," he said, his voice a seductive promise. He lubricated the toy with her own juices, and then pushed it inside her tight hole. She whined around the gag, her body tense with the stretch. He began to pump it in and out slowly, her moos growing in pitch as she grew accustomed to the intrusion.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt the cold, leather-covered object fill her, the sensation foreign and overwhelming. The pain was a sharp reminder of her new life, but she found it exhilarating. She felt like she was being reborn in his image, and every thrust of the dildo brought her closer to the person she was meant to be. She pushed back, trying to meet his rhythm, her eyes begging for more. The leather of the dildo felt rough against her walls, and she could feel herself opening up to accept it, her body adapting to her new purpose.
Mike Long: Master Mike watched Sissy Cow's reactions with a sense of triumph. She was taking to her training so well, her body already craving the pain and humiliation that would be her new sustenance. He increased the pace of the dildo, watching the pleasure build in her eyes. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek. "You're going to be the most devoted sissy cow I've ever had." The contraption around her nipples grew tighter with each of her moos, and she let out a desperate cry.
Mike Long: As the leather dildo plunged in and out of her, Sissy Cow's moos grew more urgent. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her hips bucked against the chair, seeking relief. Master Mike chuckled, his hand moving to the base of the contraption. He knew she was close to climax, but not yet. He didn't want her to come just yet—he had so much more in store for her. The smell of leather, latex, and arousal filled the dungeon, a potent cocktail that had his cock straining against his leather pants. He leaned in closer, his breath warm and demanding. "Keep going," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Show me how much you want this." He twisted the knob again, and she screamed into the rubber gag, the sound echoing off the stone walls. The suction grew stronger, her nipples swelling and darkening with the pressure.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's body was on fire, the combination of pain and pleasure driving her to the brink of madness. Her eyes were wide and desperate, her moos a plea for mercy that he had no intention of granting. The dildo stretched her, filling her completely, as the suction on her nipples grew more intense. She felt like she was being torn apart, her very soul laid bare for his amusement. Despite the pain, she craved more, her body betraying her mind with every twitch and tremor. She pushed back against the chair, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm that matched the frenzied beating of her heart. The rubber ball in her mouth made it difficult to breathe, her drool mixing with her gasps. She felt the pressure building, the need to come so intense it was almost painful.
Mike Long: Master Mike's eyes never left her view as he worked the contraption, his hand moving in a steady, unforgiving rhythm. "Moo for me," he repeated, his voice a dark melody in her ears. She obeyed, her voice strained around the ball gag. He leaned in, his breath hot against her cheek. "Good girl," he whispered, his hand moving from her cheek to the base of her throat. He squeezed gently, reminding her of his power, his control over her body and her very existence.
Mike Long: The tension in the dungeon grew thick, a palpable force that seemed to press in on them both. Sissy Cow's moos grew louder, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He knew she was close, her body begging for release. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the rubber of the gag. "Moo," he whispered, his voice a caress. Her eyes searched his, and she could see the hunger in them—the desire for her complete surrender. She gave a final, desperate moo, and with a flick of his wrist, the contraption released her nipples from their torment.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow felt the sudden release, a wave of relief washing over her. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She felt her orgasm build, a crescendo of sensation that left her trembling and helpless. She let out a keening wail, her eyes squeezed shut.
Mike Long: Master Mike watched her climax with a sense of satisfaction, his own need growing with every tremor that passed through her body. He stroked her cheek with a gentle touch, a stark contrast to the firmness of his hand around her throat. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval. "Let go for me." He could feel her muscles clench around the dildo, her moans turning into whimpers of pleasure and pain. As her orgasm peaked, he leaned in and whispered, "You're mine now." The words seemed to resonate through her very being, and she collapsed back into the chair, spent and utterly devoted. He reached up, turning off the contraption with a click. The cups released her swollen nipples, and she gasped, her skin marked with the imprint of the metal. He removed the ball gag with a swift tug, but not being able to see her eyes due to the hood still being on. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice soothing and calm, as if they were discussing the weather.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow took a deep, shuddering breath, the taste of rubber lingering in her mouth. "I-I feel... alive," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her muffled screams. She licked her dry lips, the coolness of the air feeling like heaven against her overheated skin. The pain had been intense, but the pleasure had been even greater—like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but the only clear thought was her desire to serve him, to be his sissy cow forever. "Thank you, Master," she murmured, her eyes brimming with tears of gratitude.
Mike Long: "You're welcome, Sissy Cow," Master Mike said, his voice warm and satisfied. He patted her head like a pet, and she leaned into the touch, feeling the warmth of his hand through the latex hood. "Your training has only just begun." He unbuckled the straps holding her in the chair, her legs giving out slightly as he helped her to stand. "But for now," he said, his grip firm on her leash, "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed". Master Mike attaches the collar back on his Sissy Cow's neck and leads her back outside where she crawl to a spot in the grass. "Lay down on your back and spread eagle." He then attached steel clamps to her wrist and ankles.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow did as she was told, laying down in the cool grass. She felt the dew soaking into her outfit, but she didn't care. She was his property now, and she was ready to do whatever he asked of her. She spread her arms and legs wide, feeling the chill of the metal clamps bite into her skin. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, making her shiver with every movement.
Mike Long: Master Mike's gaze lingered on her exposed body, the clamps at her wrists and ankles glinting in the moonlight. He took a moment to appreciate his handiwork—his Sissy Cow, bound and ready for whatever he had in store. He walked over to a nearby table that held a variety of cleaning supplies and tools. "You're going to be a good little sissy, aren't you?" he said, his voice filled with a gentle authority. "You're going to clean up nicely, and then we'll see what the night brings." He picked up a wet cloth and knelt beside her, gently wiping away the sweat and drool from her face. His touch was surprisingly tender, given the power dynamics at play. then grabbed the garden hose and started spraying her body until it was soaked.
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow nodded obediently, feeling the cool grass beneath her. The metal clamps were cold against her skin, sending a thrill of fear and excitement through her body. She felt the spray of water from the hose, and it washed over her like a wave of relief after the intense experience in the dungeon. The water was icy, but she didn't protest. She knew that she was his now, to do with as he pleased. The cloth on her face was gentle, almost loving, and she couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through her, even as the cold water from the hose stung her skin. She lay there, bound and vulnerable, ready to accept whatever came next.
Mike Long: "Very good," Master Mike said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You're going to be the most devoted sissy I've ever had, aren't you?" He set the hose down and picked up a soft-bristled brush. "Now, let's get you nice and clean." He began to scrub her body with the brush, his strokes firm but not harsh. The water mixed with her arousal and sweat, creating rivulets that ran down her skin. Despite the chill in the night air, she felt her body responding to his touch, the cleaning turning into a sensual caress. She could feel her cock stirring again, straining against the fabric of her panties.
Mike Long: As he cleaned her, Master Mike spoke in a soothing tone, describing her new life in detail. "You'll wake up each morning, ready to serve me," he said, his voice a gentle command. "You'll clean my house, cook my meals, and satisfy me in any way I desire." His words painted a picture of endless submission and servitude that made her heart race. She moaned softly, her body aching for more of his touch, more of his dominance. "But for now, your going to stay the night outside locked in my front yard. You need to earn the right to sleep in your cage."
Sissy Smith: Sissy Cow's eyes widened slightly at the thought of spending the night outdoors, but she nodded in understanding. She knew that this was part of her training, but was terrified!
Mike Long: Master Mike's smile grew wider at her nod, knowing that fear was a powerful tool in shaping his new sissy cow. "Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with approval. He grabbed a small lock from the table and fastened it around her ankles, securing the chains that connected to the steel stakes he had placed earlier in the ground. "You'll stay here until I come for you in the morning," he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He stood up, towering over her. "Remember, any attempt to escape or disobey, and the punishment will be severe." He left her there, the water from the hose still dripping from her body, as he walked back to the mansion, leaving her in the cold, unforgiving embrace of the night.
Mike Long: As he disappeared into the house, the reality of her situation began to sink in. She was outside, naked and chained, with no way to escape. The sounds of the night grew louder in her ears—the distant hoot of an owl, the rustle of leaves in the wind. Despite the fear, she felt a strange comfort in her submission. It was as if she had found her true purpose, laid bare in the moonlit grass. She lay still, her thoughts racing as she awaited the new day and the continuation of her training.
Mike Long: Master Mike stood at the door, watching Sissy Cow through the glass. Her body quivered slightly as the cold air wrapped around her, and he felt a surge of pride. He knew that leaving her outside would push her boundaries and reinforce her understanding of her place in his world. He took a sip of his whiskey, savoring the warmth as he contemplated her fate. The night would be long, but she would learn to appreciate the chill as a part of her new life. He turned away from the door, leaving her to her thoughts, and headed back into the warm embrace of the mansion. As he moved through the shadows, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held for his devoted sissy.
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