Melissa's Ordinary Day Ch. 04

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Melissa's friend Jessica learns what is really going on.
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Part 4 of the 11 part series

Updated 11/17/2023
Created 05/10/2016
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It had been a few weeks since Jessica had revealed to Melissa that they were transgendered female sex slaves. She didn't think of it that way, because she had been programmed to think of herself as a "shemale sex slave." It made her shiver with pleasure every time that she thought of it, and her nipples got incredibly hard. Nothing would do that to her cock, though, she knew.

She thought back to that night as she commuted to work, her ass slowly gripping her butt plug tightly. Since she was out in public, the moan that she wanted to let escape her lips was impossible; her programming took care of that. And it felt so fucking sexy!

She had done what she was supposed to, which is to let Melissa know that she was also a shemale sex slave—another shiver, imperceptible to anyone around her—and Melissa was then able to become aware of all of the things that she was helpless to stop herself from. From stuffing her ass with a plug, to training her ass and throat with big dildos, to forcing her body to ejaculate on her food, Melissa now understood all of it. And that had made her send a text that had prompted a phone call to them both.

When they had hung up half an hour later, barely remembering that the call had even taken place, they both had ended up kissing passionately, aware that they were compelled to do so by the voice on the phone, and slowly shed their clothing until they were only wearing their normal daily lingerie. For long minutes they had made out, their tongues exploring each other's mouths while they caressed and tweaked each other's nipples, moaning into each other's mouths. Finally, their hands had wandered south to caress their soft, ample rear ends, and there were gasps of pleasure as Jessica worked Melissa's butt plug out far enough to stretch her ass, and Mel did the same to her.

After half an hour of delicious, decadent foreplay, they had both glanced over to the recording webcam and smiled demurely. They had both lain on the floor, Jessica's longer frame on the bottom, as they 69'd. It wasn't until the head of Melissa's thick cock had passed between her lips that Jessica felt her own shaft hardening, a glorious tight thickening as her girth filled Melissa's mouth, just as the same happened in hers.

They had sucked at each other hungrily for an hour, unable to come, then had collapsed next to each other, panting.

Jessica realized that she was walking into her office building, absently greeting the receptionist, internally amazed that she was able to function this way. She suspected that this was more of her programming at work, and her nipples could cut glass, they were so hard. It was so erotic to be so out of control!

It was an average day. Only she was aware of what a submissive slutgirl she was and it was a thrill. That is, until she was unlocking the door to her place. As she let herself in, the phone rang. Her stomach flipped as she saw the number, but she didn't recognize it.

Her hand was shaking as it brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

Jess' knees buckled and her legs trembled when the voice in her ear spoke. "Hello, Jessica. How is my slave?"

Her mouth was the Sahara. Her throat clicked as she tried to swallow. She felt herself getting fuzzy like she did when she put her special creamer in her coffee in the morning. It felt like ages before she could answer. Somehow she managed: "Aching to serve You, Mistress."

There was a chuckle on the other end. "Good girl," it said softly and Jessica swooned. The ripple of pleasure that she got when she put her plug in her ass of her own volition was multiplied by a hundred. She was still soft between her legs, but she felt like she was very close to coming for a few seconds. "Did you just get home, pet?"

Jessica felt a delicious thrumming as she heard her Mistress's voice in her ear in time with every time Mistress spoke, as if that voice was a vibrator all over her body.

"Yes, Mistress," she whispered.

The next thing she knew, she was in the car, driving. She gasped as she came back to reality, the fullness in her rear meaning that she had put her thickest plug in, and she didn't remember ever doing that. It was huge. Every time she made the slightest movement, she was reminded of its presence, sliding around in her colon against her prostate. The next thing she became aware of was the cool air between her legs, the result of preseminal fluid constantly leaking from the tip of her dick. It was, of course, still completely soft.

And her nipples were throbbing! A quick glance at a stoplight inside of her blouse revealed the outline of nipple clamps in the cups of her padded bra. They hurt but somehow the pain was delicious. A brief flash of memory surfaced, and Jess realized that this would never have happened...before. What was before, again...?

It didn't matter, she thought, gasping as the light turned green and she shifted into first. Between her sexy painted toenails peeking out of her open-toed sandals, how good her legs felt sheathed in their stockings as she shifted gears, to the fullness in her ass, the delectable fire in her nipples, and how cool the wet spot in her panties were, she was going wild inside. She managed to drive competently but she realized that it was probably the programming helping her drive.

She had no idea where she was or where she was going, but her body seemed to know. She pulled into a long driveway before a large house—well, it was closer to a small mansion. There was a huge five-car garage that was attached on the right. One of the doors, the one closest to the house, opened as she pulled closer. Without thought, she pulled into the garage and shut off the engine. Jess absently tucked her keys into her purse and she trembled with fullness as she exited the car.

This plug was fucking huge.

She breathed unsteadily, feeling it shift inside her as she swayed her hips, walking to the door of the garage. She turned the knob and...

...she was blindfolded. Her nipples were still on fire and her ass was still full, but she wasn't fully dressed any more. She was on her knees, still wearing her stiletto heels, stockings, panties, and bra, but that was it. How long had it been since she had entered the house? No idea.

She jumped when she heard the unmistakable sound of high heels on the tile she was kneeling on. The butterflies in her stomach intensified and her ass ground down on its huge plug, causing a tiny moan to escape from her.

The steps came closer. She was acutely aware of someone's presence but didn't dare move. A voice in her ear said: "You look so delicious, my slave."

Jessica couldn't help but moan. It was that same intoxicating voice as on the phone. The Voice of her Mistress.

"You must be very anxious right now, Jessica." Jessica nodded nervously. She wanted to agree but then noticed that she couldn't talk because of the gag in her mouth. She went to shift when she noticed how sore her shoulders were but realized her hands weren't just bound with leather cuffs behind her back but her hands were in what felt like boxing gloves. She went to adjust how she was kneeling but found her ankles bound together as well.

The Voice chuckled again. It was a sound of amusement at her efforts and her confusion, tinged with deep arousal. "Are you confused, pet?"

Jess nodded yes, unable to stop flexing her sphincter around her plug, more dampness in her panties.

"You are ready to begin to serve me," she heard her Mistress say. She moaned softly in anticipation.

"It takes a long time to get ready to serve me. Do you know how long you have been in training, pet?"

Jessica shook her head.

"You agreed to my terms just over two and a half years ago, my pretty girl. And you have come so far! Well, you haven't come very much, now that I think of it, but you are so much more a pretty girl than when you started," She continued with a smirk Jess could hear. "Do you remember anything from before, Jessica?"

Jess again indicated that she didn't. Mistress said some words that she didn't catch and she almost fell over. Memories came roaring back into her pliant mind. She moaned again, not with pleasure but from feeling overwhelmed. That's right, that's what happened! she thought just before she passed out.

When she came to, she remembered everything. The secret dressing. Feeling unhappy and unable to satisfy deep urges—urges she hadn't even realized existed—to submit, to be controlled. All the porn where guys were dominated but didn't truly do the trick.

And then that fateful day that she had stumbled across an obscure website. It was barely a couple of paragraphs, just vaguely promising a more fulfilling path for someone who felt the way she had. Feeling nervous making the phone call, and agreeing to sign some paperwork. The details of that were a little fuzzy, but she remembered that Voice sounding so in control and the program being exactly what she had just begun to realize she had been craving her whole life. Well, his life at that point.

She moaned, still on the floor, when she remembered that part. He?! What the fuck? She had always been a girl...hadn't she? No. She had been born Joseph. A small family with no extended family, he was the only child. He had grown up mostly normally but didn't have a lot of friends. His parents had died in a plane crash, she remembered sadly, choking up. But that craving had been there the whole time. She remembered having cross-dressing, not just because it felt sexy but because in her mind, it was a submissive thing to do. Women were more submissive, right?

Wrong. Mistress had proven that wrong. There was a flash, and Jessica was suddenly able to remember that it was Mistress Sharon who had spoken to her.

Mistress Sharon, who had started out by using some hypnosis to help her realize the urges to submit were there, then how to articulate them, and finally her offer, once Joseph had truly understood his nature, to make him into what he had always secretly craved: a submissive, controlled utterly.

She had held nothing back, she now remembered. She was 100% transparent, not leaving out a single detail of the deal she was offering. Understanding that he would be agreeing to be hypnotized and turned into a soft, pliant girl with something extra between her legs, he had agreed. Mistress Sharon had explained that this was her secret need, to dominate and control those who got off on being dominated because it brought her a high like a drug. Jessica was now in awe of the woman's patience. Two and a half years!?

The touch on her shoulder, with its supreme gentleness, surprised her so much that she yelped around her gag, spasming on the floor. Her reverie disappeared as she heard her Mistress ask, "Do you remember now, Jessica?" There was so much tenderness in the question that Jessica felt her eyes moisten and a lump in her throat. So much care...

She sniffled and nodded yes.

"Would you like to see yourself now?"

She took a deep breath and answered yes again.

"Good girl," the Voice cooed and Jessica groaned, that feeling of being close to an orgasm washing over her again for a few seconds.

Her Mistress helped her stand, with surprisingly strong but very soft and gentle hands. She licked her lips as the gag came off, but everything came to a halt when the blindfold came off. Another piece of evidence that her Mistress was kind was that the room was very dimly lit, by only a few candles. There was no bright light for her eyes to have to adjust to.

She finally truly saw herself in the mirror. She was lovely. Pretty but sexily tousled auburn hair, a comely hourglass figure, long, sexy, slender legs, a great bust, and a pretty face. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Jessica furtively reached out and touched the full-length mirror. "T-this is—me?" she sobbed softly.

Mistress Sharon gently said, "Yes. This is you, Jessica. You're beautiful."

She couldn't stop beaming as tears rolled down her cheeks. It finally occurred to her to turn to her Mistress. The tears blurred her vision so she didn't get to see her Mistress for her first time. "Thank you, Mistress," she sobbed. "I finally feel complete." That had come unbidden but she knew that it was true.

"Come here," the Voice said and suddenly she was in an embrace. She couldn't return it since she was still bound, but it felt like...well, home.

Mistress Sharon gave her several minutes to cry herself out, then wiped the tears. She silently congratulated herself for training her to use waterproof mascara so it didn't smear. With supreme gentleness and tenderness, she pulled Jessica's chin up to look at her. "Are you happy?"

Tears welled up again. "Yes, Mistress," Jessica said softly. "I am."

"Then I am happy," she said with a smile. And she was. Jessica was only the second attempt and it looked like it had worked out perfectly.

Jessica drank in the sight of the woman who had transformed her. Sharon was probably in her mid-forties but was one of those women who end up looking more beautiful as they enter middle age. She was taller than Jess was, more like five-foot ten, and accordingly had very long, luxurious legs. Jessica quickly guessed that her measurements were something like 40DD-32-42. She was a bombshell. Glorious wavy brown hair flowed down past her shoulders. She had smoldering, beautiful brown eyes, an aristocratic nose above a set of lips that looked luscious enough to make Jess light-headed, and a strong but delicate jawline. This may be the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen, she thought to herself. It was hard to discern what she was wearing but it looked like some kind of teddy-like piece of apparel, clearly expensive, with a silky robe draped over her shoulders. Her legs were bare and immaculate.

Mistress Sharon smiled, having anticipated this. "Now that we have established that we're both happy, do you want to serve me?"

"Yes, Mistress! I would love to serve you!" Jessica answered as quickly as she could. Her shoulders were a little sore, but it felt right to be immobile at her Mistress' will. The very thought of being helpless like this made her want to stroke...but of course she wouldn't. She couldn't. And not just because of her bondage. The bonds in her mind were far stronger, not only because she had willingly had her mind conditioned for the past two and a half years but they were so effective because her personality welcomed them.

Jessica was confused when Mistress came over and released her wrists and ankles and hands from their restraints. Her hands felt cold as the sweat dried on them after having been confined for what felt like hours. The lined leather cuffs were still padlocked to her body (highlighting her submission, a thought that made her shiver slightly) but her arms and legs were free. She looked down past her tortured breasts at her body, wearing white stockings, matching open-toed stiletto heels, lacy panties, and the matching bra, finally realizing her feeling aroused by her transformation. "I don't understand, Mistress...?"

Her mistress said softly, "I don't need to restrain you to have control of you, my pretty little toy. You already gave me control of your mind. That's far more powerful and frankly more arousing than any physical control." In the dim light, Jessica's eyes missed a familiar shape on her Mistress' body. "For instance, if I instruct you to get an erection, you will. Get hard for me."

Jessica gasped. For the first time that she could remember since Melissa's partial "coming out" conversation, she was getting hard. VERY hard. She moaned and tried to adjust her hips so that her swiftly hardening member would be freed from its lacy prison, or at least able to stretch out. "You may adjust your panties," Mistress Sharon told her. It was like a dam broke. Of course she could use her hands, she realized, reaching into her underwear and pulling the front panel out to allow her member to continue to engorge.

She moaned softly, the lace delicately tickling her now-throbbing cock. It didn't even fit, the head poking obscenely out of the waistband of her thong, pointing up at her heaving chest. Her mouth was dry all over again, gasping, "Mistress, I can't remember the last time that I was this hard!"

Sharon just smiled knowingly. "I know. I made sure of it. Doesn't it feel good to submit, slave girl?" Jessica felt her mind start to get a little fuzzy and now she realized that she was slipping into a light trance.

"So good, Mistress..." she moaned. It felt so fucking sexy to have no control over what was happening! And then that throbbing monster in her panties! She felt like she could use it to break rocks, it was so hard!

"Yes, just submit and obey, and you get to feel like this all the time," she heard the Voice tell her, and she sank deeper. Another moan escaped her lips. "Just sink down, and submit...and obey."

"Yes, Mistress..." she heard herself say as if in a dream. Her cock throbbed, oozing precum, as her ass clenched around the gargantuan plug in her ass. Her nipples were on fire, and she now knew that instead of feeling pleasure before this had all started, it would have made her howl.

"Good girl," she heard, and it felt like she was about to climax. Another moan. "Kneel." Jessica would have been powerless to resist if she had wanted to. "Submit. Obey. Close your eyes." She slipped deeper into a trance, somehow it felt as if her cock got even harder as her grasp on what was happening loosened. A sigh escaped her painted lips as her ass clenched its intruder, seemingly of its own will. My programming... she thought, and a wave of lust, submission, and acceptance raced through her body.

Something warm and hard was on her lips. It felt wonderful. Jessica wanted to open her lips to welcome this...whatever it was, but she was so immobile that she just drifted, enjoying her inability to do anything but submit...and obey.

"Open your eyes, my pretty slave girl," she heard, and her eyes snapped open. Mistress Sharon was standing over her, smiling down with nothing but affection. Jessica was still drifting in a trance but could think clearly enough to see that she had pretty much correctly figured out what Mistress was wearing. It was what looked like a very expensive teddy made of black satin. The satin hugged her body, accentuating her already generous curves, and pushed her magnificent breasts up and together. Lace trimmed where it caressed her thighs and her breasts.

However, that didn't explain what was pressing against her face. That was the thick cock jutting out from her Mistress' crotch. It was thicker than Jess' admirable member that she vaguely remembered was throbbing, still trapped in her panties. Sharon's erection had to be at least nine inches long, and three inches thick. She had been circumcised. Jess dreamily realized that her Mistress was a transgirl—a shemale, she thought with an aroused shudder—who was hung even better than she was, and she was hung better than some of the guys in the porn that she had watched before she had become who she now was.

She was so submissive, so compliant, that it didn't occur to her to open her mouth. All she could do was sleepily nod her head a little side to side, humming a little at the feel of her Mistress' hot cock head smearing its precum over her lips. "Open your mouth and take me in," she heard the Voice command. Her mouth opened as they both knew that it would. Jessica moaned and her Mistress groaned as the spongy head entered her mouth.

Jess couldn't ever remember sucking a cock before but apparently she had, as she started working her mouth and she could tell that it was at least as good as any porn star's skill that she had seen. Still looking up at her Mistress—she hadn't been instructed otherwise—she started to bob her head up and down on the last few inches of the enormous shaft.

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