My Mistresses Designed My Complete Feminization

An expectant hum filled the air of the salon as they began to arrive. The mistresses gathered with that feline elegance that always subjected me, their silhouettes wrapped in black lace, the brush of silk against the air sending a tingling sensation across my skin. The lamplight reflected off the polished marble and cast glints that danced before my eyes. The aroma of vanilla, warm wood, and the musky sweat of their bodies filled my lungs and enveloped me in a warm haze that quickened my pulse.

I was no longer the frightened creature I had been in my early days. I had perfected my art. The lace corset fit around my ribs like a living cuirass, the silk caressed my skin like a second dermis, and the stiletto heels rang out with an authority that echoed in my chest. My hair, grown until it brushed my shoulders, fell in soft waves that I brushed with devotion.

I am a proud faggot, I thought, a servant who turned her submission into a kingdom.

I knelt in the center of the salon. My reflection in the marble showed a confident figure, the black uniform cinching my curves with a pressure that raised every hair on my body. The stockings whispered against my skin with a velvety caress that heated my blood. My cock, confined in its steel cage by my own choice, throbbed against the cold metal with every breath, an obscene weight that humiliated and excited me at once, while a thread of pre-cum seeped through the bars and stained the silk over my thigh.

The fear had vanished long ago. In its place burned a searing desire that I fed myself. My mistresses had taught me to repudiate what I had once wanted and to venerate what now consumed me, and that night they were gathering to decide the next step in my metamorphosis: to feminize me completely, with hormones and a scalpel. The mere idea burned inside me like a flame that would not go out, and my ass clenched instinctively at the thought of the cocks that would soon open it.

***

The salon became a whirlwind of voices as they took their places. The leader, Vesna, presided from a velvet armchair, her leather jacket creaking with every gesture, her gray eyes sharp as daggers that pierced me with a coldness that almost burned. Dália sat beside her, her dark mane falling like a curtain over her ample breasts, the whisper of her lingerie sounding like a secret in the silence.

Renata, the blonde, scribbled notes with a pencil that tore at the paper with a dry rasp, her white blouse brushing the air with a sigh. And then there was Ilka, my new guide, her fiery hair dancing like living flames and her sadistic gaze running over me like a river of lava. The other sisters joined them according to their disciplines: two doctors in gowns that whispered like veils, two chemists with vials that tinkled like glass, two engineers with blueprints and devices that hummed with an electric energy that made me shudder.

They all surrounded me. Their voracious eyes examined me like a blank canvas, their warm breath brushing my face with a breeze that suffocated me.

Vesna struck the table with a sharp crack that boomed like thunder and tore an involuntary gasp from me.

—Sisters, we have gathered to draw up the plan for our servant’s total feminization —she declared, her voice slicing through the air like a blade—. She has requested hormones, surgery, a complete woman’s body. We are going to design it in meticulous detail. She will be our masterpiece. She will end up with big tits, a round ass, and a brand-new cunt between her legs, ready to be fucked.

Heat rose through my chest. My skin prickled beneath the lingerie, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and euphoria that left me breathless. Dália leaned toward me, her breath brushing my cheek with a warm, intoxicating scent, and her fingers pinched one of my nipples through the corset until they pulled a sharp moan from me.

—As a doctor, I propose a progressive hormone treatment —she said, her deep voice resonating like a drum inside my head—. Estrogens to soften her skin, blockers to chemically castrate what remains of her male self. That little cock of hers will shrink, becoming more and more useless, until it is reduced to a faggot’s appendage that will serve only to leak juices when she is fucked in the ass.

My whole body trembled. The thought of my cock withering while I was penetrated dampened my thighs with sweat.

—And the dosages? —the other doctor interrupted, her tone as incisive as a scalpel—. Too much estrogen can cause clots. A low dose would be too slow. I suggest weekly injections, adjusted according to her reaction. And I want to see her nipples every week. When they begin to swell, we’ll know the slut is ready.

Dália nodded slowly, her fingers still playing with my nipple, twisting it with a sweet cruelty that bent me forward.

—Yes, but we’ll monitor her closely. She may sweat a lot, experience mild dizziness, a heat that weakens her. In exchange, her tits will grow full and sensitive, her skin will turn to silk, and her ass will round out until it becomes the best seat for any cock that wants to ride it.

I imagined my tits swelling against the corset, my erect nipples being bitten, and a forbidden pleasure made me tremble with a muffled moan. I felt my orgasm threatening inside the cage, a desperate tingling I could not release. I pushed my hips against the cold marble, seeking friction, and one of the sisters laughed when she saw me.

***

One of the chemists took the floor. Her vial tinkled like shattered glass, and the sound cut through the air, tensing me from head to toe.

—We can develop a customized formula —she proposed, her high voice resonating with an echo that shook me—. A cocktail of synthetic estrogens, progestins for voluptuous curves, and a relaxant to calm her mind while she is fucked. She might sweat excessively, feel a sweet dizziness that makes her stagger as though she had been drinking liquor. But her tits will blossom quickly, her nipples will become large and purple, and her skin will turn to velvet beneath every brush of fabric, every tongue, every cock rubbing against her.

The other chemist frowned and came closer to me. She slipped two fingers between my lips without asking permission, and I sucked them hungrily, like a blowjob learned through endless repetition, while she spoke as though nothing were happening.

—And what if the mixture is unstable? It could cause allergic reactions, inflammation. I propose adding a stabilizer. —Her fingers slowly fucked my mouth, pushing in until they made me gag—. Look at how she sucks, sisters. How she presses her tongue, how she drools. The bitch is pure instinct now.

—Add it —Vesna settled authoritatively—. We want results, not complications. And take your fingers out; she’s drooling down her chin like a bitch in heat.

The chemist withdrew her fingers with a wet pop and wiped them on my cheek. I felt a knot in my stomach, liquid heat filling me, my caged cock throbbing against the metal, leaking thick drops of pre-cum that stained my stockings.

Then one of the engineers stepped forward. Her device buzzed like a swarm, a vibration I felt in my skin like a deep massage. She brought the apparatus close to my ass, still over the fabric, and the buzzing pierced my asshole until it made me arch with a guttural moan.

—We can design a machine to reshape her completely —she said, her firm voice cutting through the air like a saw—. Articulated arms that spread her legs and work her from the inside, calibrated dildos of every size that fuck her ass without rest, starting with a slender one and working up until they open her like a real whore. Vibrators sucking on her nipples to make them grow, another sucking her little caged cock to milk it without letting her come. And a mechanical tongue licking her asshole between thrusts, so she never forgets that she exists to be fucked.

A long, obscene moan escaped me. The buzzing against my ass was unbearable, and I could already feel my anus contracting on its own, hungry, tightening around an imaginary cock.

—And what if the system fails? —the other engineer added cautiously, while she spread my legs with one firm hand and ran a gloved finger along the crease between my buttocks, pressing against the hole without entering—. It could hurt her too badly. I suggest a feedback sensor for real-time correction. Although, look, she isn’t even clenching properly. This ass is begging for work, sisters. It’s loose, receptive, opening by itself when you touch it.

—Include it —Vesna agreed, enjoying the spectacle—. Perfection is the goal. And put it all the way in at once, to see if she learns to clench.

The engineer drove her finger in to the knuckle, without lubricant, using only my own sweat and the moisture running from me everywhere. I screamed, a high, feminine cry, and my ass closed around the finger eagerly, sucking it as though it were a small cock. She began calmly pushing it in and pulling it out, setting a rhythm while the meeting continued, and I rocked on her hand like a bitch in heat, moaning with every thrust, drool running down my chin and tears of pleasure clouding my sight.

***

Renata raised her pencil, and her clear voice sounded like a crystalline song, indifferent to the wet noises coming from between my buttocks.

—Another option: immediate surgery on her tits and ass, followed by the hormones. She’ll feel a sharp pain at first, a burning that will make her moan as when she’s fucked without lubrication, but she’ll have big tits and a pert ass instantly. She may bleed, need bed rest, carry a weight on her chest that bends her forward and teaches her to walk with a sway like the whore she is.

—Surgery is risky —the second doctor objected—. She could become infected and require drains. I prefer to start with the hormones. Besides, I want her tits to grow naturally, sensitive enough for her to come just from having her nipples sucked.

Vesna raised a hand, and the engineer stopped, leaving the finger buried in my ass, motionless, torturing me with stillness. I tried to move to fuck myself on it, but she held my hip with her other hand.

—Stay still, slut. Listen —she hissed.

—Let’s combine them —Vesna decided—. Initial surgery for her ass, hormones for her tits, and the machine as a supplement as soon as it’s ready. And later, once she’s properly trained, the vaginoplasty. We’ll open a real cunt between her legs, tight and virgin, so she can start collecting orgasms through the other route as well.

The idea of having a cunt of my own, wet and hungry between my legs, made me clench my ass around the engineer’s finger so hard that she laughed.

—Look how she’s trembling. She’s already drooling at the thought.

Ilka let out a sadistic laugh that filled the air like thunder.

—I want a mixed plan: hormones to soften her, surgery for enormous tits, a pert ass, and the machine once it’s finished. Let it work her from the inside all night, shove dildos in and out of her until she cries, suck on her new nipples until they turn purple. And discipline, of course. Every time she comes without permission, fifteen lashes on her ass. What do you say? —Her gaze burned into me.

I nodded, my voice trembling, the finger still inside me.

—Yes, mistress. I want it all. I want to be fucked, opened, filled with milk through both holes. I want to be your whore until my dying breath.

—Good girl —Ilka purred—. Good little slut.

Vesna narrowed her eyes, pleased.

—Intense vibrations in the machine? They could damage her. Let’s limit it to deep massages with subtle correction. But let the dildos open her without mercy. Let her learn to take cocks of every size.

Ilka laughed again.

—Agreed. But make them make her sweat and moan. Let her scream my name while the machine milks her.

Vesna struck the table one last time. The sound shook me like a lash, and its echo reverberated through my bones. The engineer used the impact to drive her finger all the way in and twist it, and I screamed, arching as a dry orgasm rose from my prostate in waves that made me convulse without a single drop escaping the cage.

—Plan approved —Vesna announced—. We’ll design and manufacture the machine, study every option, and combine the best of everything. We’ll feminize you through discipline. You will feel every change, every pain, every pleasure. Every cock that fucks you will be another step in your transformation. The machine will take weeks to build, but we’re starting the hormones tomorrow. And tonight, to celebrate, we’ll let the sisters use your mouth before you go to bed.

The doctors discussed dosages in a murmur that enveloped me, the chemists mixed vials with a tinkling that sounded like music, and the engineers adjusted blueprints amid an electric hum. And I trembled, my skin sweating beneath the corset, with an unknown sister’s finger still buried in my ass, embraced by a heat that covered me like a burning mantle.

Ilka approached, waved the engineer aside, and made me stand. She led me to Dália, grabbed her by the nape, and shoved my face against her crotch. The smell of wet cunt filled my nostrils, and I instinctively opened my mouth.

—Suck —Ilka ordered.

Dália hiked up her skirt and pressed my face against her already-swollen lips. Her cunt was soaking wet, and I stuck out my tongue and began licking her hungrily, sucking her clitoris, thrusting my whole tongue inside her, swallowing her juices as though they were holy water. She grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth against her vulva while panting and grinding herself against me, until she came with a hoarse cry and covered my chin with thick fluid.

—Good little faggot —she panted, releasing me—. Swallow it all.

I licked up what I could, and the sisters applauded amid their laughter. Their nails scratched my neck with a tingling sensation that pulled a moan from me, and Ilka’s breath brushed my ear.

—And you won’t be confined in here anymore. I’m going to arrange your first outing. Your debut as our woman. Tomorrow night. You’re going to meet some real cocks, little slut. You’re going to swallow someone else’s cum. And you’ll make them proud.

I felt a knot in my stomach and a tingling rising up my legs. The thought of going out into the world, of having strangers’ mouths and cocks explore me, opened something new inside me, a heat that traveled the entire length of my spine.

***

When the meeting was over, Ilka took me by the hand. Her warm skin contrasted with my cold, sweaty one, and the contact made me shiver.

—Come —she said, her voice dragging me into a whirlwind of emotion—. We’re going to get you ready.

They took me to a room lit by flickering candles, the air heavy with jasmine that slipped into my nose like a sweet sigh. Vesna approached with a makeup case, her fingers brushing my face with a gentleness that made me tremble. She applied dark eyeshadow that framed my eyes like deep wells, the cool brush gliding over my skin.

—We’re going to make you irresistible —she whispered, her breath against my cheek—. So that anyone who sees you will want to put it in you.

Dália added blush, her hot hands pressing my cheekbones until they drew a low moan from me. Renata painted my lips crimson, the pencil gliding like a kiss, a sweet taste mixing with my saliva.

—Whore’s mouth —she murmured—. For sucking cock properly.

—Perfect —Ilka declared, gathering my hair into an elegant braid, her nails once again at my nape, the weight of the braid falling like a caress that made me arch my back. She took the opportunity to slip her hand behind me and give me a sharp slap on the buttock that tore a moan from me.

They dressed me in a black leather skirt that hugged my hips with a pressure that creaked against my skin, the cold material sending a shiver along my thighs. Renata’s fitted blouse brushed my chest with a whisper of lace. Ilka helped me into a pair of high heels, her hands guiding my feet with a firmness that made me stagger, the height lifting my posture and pushing my ass outward.

—You’re going to a queer bar —she announced, her low voice resonating like a drum in my chest—. You’ll show the world our creation. You’ll walk among shadows and lights like our jewel. And if one of the sisters chooses you, you’ll spread your legs wherever she tells you.

I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself. The makeup, the braid, the new silhouette. I felt a knot in my stomach and another tingling rising up my legs, electric this time. The thought of going out opened me to an unknown world with a heat that consumed me, my skin already sweating beneath the new clothes, the cage throbbing between my thighs and my anus still pulsing after the engineer’s finger.

This is only the beginning, I thought, and I already never want it to end.