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A lonely guy with little direction in his life wakes up to so many new possibilities under the strict control of his new family.
This twisted multi-part story is 100% fictional. The categories selected may not be part of every chapter that follows, but I included the same ones for every segment so no one is caught off-guard later by a topic that offends them. You have been warned.
Chapter 1
“Wake up, Sleepyhead!” I lightly heard the echo of a female voice close by my left ear before I suddenly smelled something very strong in my nose and my head shot backwards. After a couple seconds, I felt my face slapped…hard. My eyes opened and I tried to gain some focus. I saw Catherine standing in front of me with a big smile on her face, holding a bottle of smelling salts. Her long hair was now hanging down over her shoulders as she addressed me. “Welcome back. You’ve been out for more than 36 hours. I guess that dose I slipped in your drink at the hotel bar was a bit too much. I will try to do a better job the next time.” I tried to speak but could only mumble sounds as I realized my mouth was spread open wide and locked in place. “Shhhh, my dear. This is not the time for you to say anything, even if you could.” She giggled.
As I started to wake up, I glanced quickly around the room. It looked like I was in the middle of a huge walk-in shower in one of the largest bathrooms I had ever seen. It looked nothing like the hotel bathroom where I had been attending the insurance conference. I tried to move my arms and legs and couldn’t. Looking down and seeing my reflection in several full-length mirrors, I was completely naked and strapped to the arms and legs of an oddly shaped steel chair. The chair legs extended outwardly at 45-degree angles. The seat of the chair was entirely under both legs, leaving it wide open through the center. That caused my secured legs to be spread very wide and my cock and balls to hang down in the gap and my asshole to be fully exposed, my weight resting on my thighs and hips. My arms were each pulled backwards and down with straps at the wrist and just above the elbow. It seemed obvious that this was the intent of whatever sadist that had designed this chair as all the straps were built in.
The last thing I remembered was having a drink with Catherine Reynolds and her sister Brianne at the hotel lobby bar on Friday night just before we were planning to leave the conference. The conference catered to middle managers in the insurance industry and I had flown into town on Monday. I was planning to return home early the next morning. Catherine worked for a different insurance company at an office that was close to this year’s west coast conference location. We met at the same conference the year before and this year I was assigned to a subcommittee that she was in charge of so we spent considerable time together before and after the presentations. I was single and never married as I was about to turn 45 next year. Catherine told me she was married with kids. While she was strikingly attractive and about 40 years old, our “relationship” was just professional, even if I had masturbated a few times this week thinking about her.
She snapped her fingers to get my attention. “I am sure you have many questions right now. So, I will try to do my best to answer a few of them. You probably want to know where you are. Well, you are now in one of the bathrooms of my home. I took your clothes because you won’t ever need those again. I will say that the panties were nice though. They were just not frilly enough for my taste.
You’re strapped to this chair because you are now my captive. But I hope that will not be necessary for too much longer. I expect you will soon crave to be a part of my family. At some point, I promise I will remove that dental gag, but don’t even think about yelling for help. You will learn that our farm is out here in the middle of nowhere, where no one can hear you scream.” She laughed and winked at me.
“How did I get here? Good question. As I said before, I spiked your drink and Brianne and I led you to my car for the long drive out here. Don’t worry, my sister cleaned out your hotel room and checked you out of the hotel. And I know this will be a big surprise to you too. She used your phone to text your boss Ms. Woodward and let her know that you found a new job while you were out here and that you were giving your two weeks’ notice. You should be pleased that she was very disappointed to hear that but she congratulated you and wished you all the best and even sent the link so you could do the closing paperwork online. My sister submitted that for you yesterday. And since you worked remotely from home, you don’t even have to worry about cleaning out your office.”
“You must be thinking, why me? Great question! It really is your own fault. It all started at the conference a year ago in Florida. We were talking by the pool and you told me you were an only child, single and your parents had both passed away. You took a job in an area far away from where you grew up and described almost nothing in the way of personal connections. While we talked, I noticed pink nail polish on one of your toes. I then looked a bit later and saw what had to be panties under your shorts at the gym while you were using the elliptical.
After the conference, I decided to do some cyber-stalking online and I found an active FetLife profile from back where you lived that had pictures that looked quite a bit like you, even if none of them showed your face. I noticed that one had a guy dressed in lingerie sucking a large black dildo. He had a distinct red scar in the shape of a horseshoe on the back of his left hand. I then found your Facebook page. You hadn’t posted anything for about 4 years, but I saw a few old vacation pictures on there and saw you had the identically shaped scar on your left hand. So now I knew you not only wore nail polish and panties but that you were turned on by sissy porn, cuck porn, chastity, humiliation, extreme body mods and being abused by dominant men and women. And it is because of all of that, you are now here.”
“Are you thirsty?” I nodded. She walked over to the sink nearby and filled a large glass with water. I saw she was wearing a very short skirt, a blouse that showed off her large breasts and 3 inch spiked heels. She returned walking slowly with the glass, being careful as she stepped into the shower and stood in front of me. She then began drinking the water down slowly as she stared me straight in the eyes the entire time. She licked her lips as she finished. “That was for me. Here’s yours.” She then lifted her skirt revealing that she had on nothing underneath. Her pussy was neatly shaved. She spread her legs slightly and put the empty glass between them. She began to slowly fill it with her piss. When the flow stopped she looked back at me.
“We both know this is what you really want, isn’t it? You must be a member of every group that has anything to do with being pissed on or used as a toilet. It is time to see if your postings about drinking your own piss prepared you to drink mine.” With that she began to very slowly pour the contents of the glass into my mouth. It was bitter but sweet at the same time. The dental gag made it difficult to swallow so the process was very slow. But she didn’t stop until every last drop was out of the glass. “Good boy. A perfect recycling system. By the way, when I do permit you to speak again you will be expected to thank every person that feeds you their piss. And from this moment forward you will ALWAYS refer to me as either, Ma’am, Mistress or Mistress Catherine, understood?” I nodded. She bent down and kissed my forehead.
“Oh my, and look at that…” She smiled. “I think that tiny thing you call your cock is getting hard.” She pushed her knee into it roughly. I groaned. “Though that might be the smallest cock I have ever seen on an adult. I can see why you chose to wear panties to hide it. Well, your “clit” belongs to me now and I am going to have so much fun with that. All of us are.”
“I am going to give you a few minutes to process some of this and I have a few more things to prepare. So just try to relax for a bit. Once you see what we have in mind, you will agree that everything is exactly what you need.” She then grabbed a blindfold off the counter, walked over next to me, grabbed me by my short hair on the back of my head, forcefully tilted my head backwards and spit a huge wad of saliva into my open mouth. She then pulled the blindfold over my eyes plunging me into darkness, except for a thin glimmer of light at the sides. I heard her heels clicking as she exited the bathroom and the lights in the room were turned off.
I was not sure there would ever be enough time to process all of this. I had obviously been kidnapped and now that I had apparently quit my old job, no one would have any reason to even look for me. I had no living family members and no particularly close friends at work or outside of work. I was essentially “dead” to the world. I admitted to myself years ago that I was a complete pervert, but that was almost entirely limited to chat and interaction online. Other than a few visits to a dungeon back where I lived and a couple of paid sessions with a Dominatrix, it was all fantasy. Was she actually going to kill me or could it somehow be even worse? What would be worse? I had no idea, but I did plan to look for the first opportunity to fight back and get out of here even if Mistress Catherine—wait, why were my thoughts already calling her that?—said there was no point.
It had to have been a few hours before I heard someone walk into the bathroom and saw a glimmer of light around the blindfold. I heard activity in the room before the blindfold was removed and I saw Mistress Catherine again. She had now removed her blouse and was just wearing a bikini top. Her hair was now up in a bun. “Hello again, Sunshine! Time to get you ready.” Ready for what?, I thought.
“For your new job here, the little hair you have on your body needs to go. I will take care of that now. But in the future that is going to be part of your daily chores, at least until we come up with a more permanent solution.“ I tried to say “STOP” and “NO” but it just came out as a loud mumble through the gag. “Sorry sweetie, I didn’t quite understand you.” She then turned on electric clippers and began removing the hair from my head. I had started with a bald spot but was quickly completely bald. She then kneeled down in front of me and used the clippers to remove the hair from above my cock. “You can almost see it now without the hair. That should make you happy.” She squeezed my balls. “I expected a “thank You Mistress Catherine.” I yelped. “Close enough.” She then covered my head, pubic area and balls with shaving cream and pulled out a straight razor. “Don’t move, Dear. I wouldn’t want to have you lose anything by accident.”
She then carefully and meticulously removed all the hair that remained at those spots. “Your eyebrows are a jungle. I was going to have them plucked and made to look better but I think it will be easier if I just shave them off and deal with them later. “She then used the shaving cream and razor to remove them. “So I don’t miss anything, it will be best to get the rest of your body hair with some of this cream.” She then spread the cream all over the rest of my body in a nice thin coat. “Don’t look so sad. You barely had any hair anyway. It will take about 15 minutes for the cream to do its job. That is one of the reasons I put you in the shower. Easy to rinse off and clean it up. The other reason is that I need to get you clean inside and out.”
She then walked behind me and I felt her poke her finger in my exposed asshole. It was slick and slid right in. She pulled it out and showed it to me. It had a light coating of my shit on it. “Oh that is so messy. We cannot have that.” She stuck the finger in my mouth and wiped it all over my tongue. The taste was awful. “If you don’t learn to keep yourself clean, you will get a lot more than that to eat, so stop whining!” I then felt her work something soft and rubber into my ass. It took a few minutes before she got it all the way in. I then felt it expand, filling me.
“This is the ideal enema system. You now have an inflated balloon inside and out that has created a tight seal. You should be feeling a little discomfort now. Try to relax but it is going to get a lot worse shortly. I am going to add water into the tube and you should start to feel more pressure.” I heard her turn on the shower and then felt warm water begin to fill me. At first, it was pleasant. But as she continued to let it flow, I felt more and more pressure in my stomach. She didn’t stop until I began to moan from the cramps. “That should be enough for the first filling. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much. I added some special soap to it before I put in the water. That will help the cleaning but it also adds to the cramping. But you should always remember that some pain is good for you because it makes you appreciate it so much more when it stops. Let me show you.”
She reached into a bag and pulled out some nipple clamps that were connected by a chain. She then put one on the right nipple and clamped it tight, causing a quick scream of pain. She then added a clamp to the second one and made that one just as tight. “MMMMMMM, I like that look.” She gave the chain a quick tug and I screamed out again. She then got several clothes pin out of the bag and kneeled down and began playing with the head of my cock. I felt her tug the foreskin hard and start adding one clothes pin after another. Not stopping until three circled the head. My head tilted back in pain. “Perfect. As long as you have that ugly foreskin I might as well put it to use.” She smiled and began putting away the items she used to remove my hair.
“I think the hair removal cream should have worked its magic by now.” Mistress Catherine then turned on the water in the shower and used the removable shower head to rinse off all of the cream off my body. I could see the little hair that was there slide off my body and start swirling down the drain. Just before she finished, she adjusted the shower head to a narrow hard spray. She aimed the jet directly at the exposed head of my cock. The head was incredibly sensitive without the foreskin covering it. She looked at me and grinned as I cried out in pain. After a couple more minutes, she walked around me and admired her work. “Very nice. You are as hairless as the day you were born. And since this is the start of a new life for you, that seems appropriate.”
“Alright, time to give you something to wear.” She walked out to the bathroom sink and reached into a large bag. She came back holding a wide pink leather collar. She held it up so I could see it. It said SISSY in large black letters. “Until we pick out your new name, this seemed appropriate.” She then wrapped it around my neck and tightened it. After she secured the collar, she held up a padlock for me to see. “Can’t have you taking this off without permission.” I heard it lock shut. She came back with the key hanging between her breasts.
“Now, if I take the gag out will you promise to be good?” I nodded hard, “OK. We will see if you are ready to follow instructions.” I felt the tension lifted in my jaw and the metal device pulled out. I closed my mouth slowly and felt the muscle pain of being stuck in that same position for so long. I stared at her saying nothing. “I know this is not how you expected to spend this weekend. But you will see that it is what you were born to do.”
Now that I could talk again, I gathered my thoughts and just began to verbally lash out despite the now severe cramping I was feeling from the enema and the intense pain from my nipples and foreskin. I don’t recall much of what I said but I remember at some point calling her a “crazy bitch,” a “psychopath” and a “lunatic” and telling her she would be spending the rest of her life in prison for what she had done to me. I was shaking the chair side-to-side as I tried to free my arms and legs. She didn’t say a thing while I went on my several minute tirade. But when I finally stopped, I was shocked by her reaction. Instead of being angry or yelling back, she said nothing at all and had the biggest smile I had ever seen on her. She was radiant.
“That was incredible, my slut. I love that spirit and I knew you had it in you. I think that may be the biggest reason I picked you. We will really love breaking your resistance completely. It is so much more fun when they try to fight it before they finally surrender. And you will surrender. They always do. And I bet it will take a lot less time than you think.” She then walked up to me, kissed me softly on my freshly bald head, and slapped me hard three times in succession and tugged very hard on the nipple clamps. I cried out in pain. “And that was for not calling me Mistress Catherine as you were instructed.”
As she turned around, I heard someone enter the bathroom. It was a very large man that was wearing just a t-shirt and very tight bicycle shorts. The thick bulge that snaked to one side in his pants drew my attention and was a bit scary. He had to be 6’6” and 240 pounds. I was overweight and close to 6’0” but he made me look and feel small. While I think I could have won a fight with Mistress Catherine, I had no chance against him in a fair fight. She said to him, “Honey, like I said in my text, our new guest is awake and just about ready to start his training. This is my husband, Derek. You can see from the outline in his shorts that you will never measure up to him in any way that matters. You will always call him “Sir” or “Master” and obey him completely and without hesitation. Derek, can you let him know a bit more about what to expect while I get that enema out of him and see if it did its job.”
He sat on the bathroom counter as he started to talk. “Don’t get any ideas. I will always be the only man of this house. I am not sure if Catherine told you at the conference, but I am a plastic surgeon. I love using surgery to transform my patients. She sent me copies of some of your postings from the groups you visit. I might be able to make a few of those things a reality. We even have set up a home surgery center for some of my special cases.” He smiled and laughed loudly. As he was talking, I felt the balloon deflate inside me and get pulled out. As soon as it was free, the mix of soap, water and shit rushed from inside me. It felt so good to have that pressure relieved from my stomach. It came out in several waves. Just when I thought I was done, more of the mix flowed out of me.
“Your training has already started. I don’t intend to scare you, but you are not the first person we have had here in your position. Sadly, the others didn’t work out. The first guy we brought here tried his best, but his heart couldn’t take all the excitement. We got careless with the second one and he accidentally choked to death on his own vomit.” I shivered as I realized there were actually bodies buried somewhere that had been in my same spot. “Don’t worry, we are much smarter and you are in much better health and I expect the third time will be the charm. You will make the perfect addition to our family.”
As the last of the liquid drained from my ass, I felt a hard steel plug pushed inside. It took some effort but it finally cleared the ring and nestled firmly inside me. Mistress Catherine said, “That plug will keep you properly stretched and ready for later. Derek, I think our guest hasn’t eaten in more than a day and is probably hungry. Are you ready to feed him?” He smiled and began removing his shorts.
Consistent with what I saw from the outline, his cock was huge. It was easily close to 8 inches soft and it was thick with a big mushroom head. As the shorts were removed it quickly began to harden to nearly 10 inches in length. He walked over to me and said firmly, “If you bite me, you will join the other bodies on the first day.” He then stepped over me and straddled my hips and aimed his monster cock at my mouth. My mouth was still sore from the gag but I opened it as wide as possible and could barely accommodate its girth as he just poked the head inside.
To my surprise and relief, he was much gentler than I expected. “Lick the head.” I did. “I am going to slowly push it in. Try to relax your throat. You will gag at first but as you are trained that will pass. The good cocksuckers train their throat to stay open like a cunt. That takes time but we have plenty of it to get you there and you will get a lot of training.” As he predicted, after he got just a few inches deep, I started to gag and drool flowed heavily. Each time I did that he held his cock in place for a few seconds then pulled back to let me catch my breath and recover. “Breathe through your nose.” He then pushed in again. While the gagging and drooling didn’t stop, he finally got to the point where he could start to thrust in and out. As he moved with more force, his wife caressed the back of my head and stroked his cock each time it slid out.
Mistress Catherine was whispering that I was going to be their “cumdump” and “sissy bitch” as I was used by her husband. After about 15 minutes his breath quickened and she shouted for him to, “Feed the bitch!” and almost on command I tasted an explosion of cum in 5-6 spurts inside my mouth. I was able to get most of the huge load but some of it dribbled down my chin mixed with the drool. As his breathing slowed, his now softening cock was pulled from my sore mouth. Mistress Catherine quickly scooped that cum from my chin and from his cock with her finger and slid it back in my mouth. I sucked her finger clean like it was a pacifier, “How was he?”
“You found a good one, sweetheart. He is going to be very popular with our friends. Now I have to piss. Open up, boy!” I reflexively did as I was still feeling the aftereffects of being used like a whore. His flow started slowly but then was steady, I tightened my lips around the head as I swallowed to keep up. He pissed for nearly a minute and I was shocked that I was able to take it all. “Wow Catherine, he didn’t lose a drop of it. I think we have someone born to be a toilet. Did you forget something?” I looked at him confused. He slapped me hard. “Thank everyone who feeds you!”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Better. Open your mouth.” He bent back my head and spit a huge amount of saliva into it. “Swallow.” I did.
“Thank you, Sir.” He grabbed his shorts off the floor and left the room.
As he left, Mistress Catherine first removed the clamps from my nipples. The blood rush caused another jolt of pain. She then took her time in removing the three clothes pins from my foreskin, slapping my cock and balls hard when they were finally off. “If trained properly, pleasure and pain can become very confusing. I saw that as Derek was raping your throat and you were struggling to get a breath, your pathetic clit was hard and dripping. Before long we will make it so you are not sure where pain stops and pleasure begins, but you will be addicted to both all the same.
Now just rest for a bit and Derek and I will formally introduce you to the rest of the family.” She then reached into the sink and pulled out a small clear sealed plastic bag. Inside it was some fabric soaking in yellow liquid. She pulled it out and you could see it was a pair of soaked children’s panties with cartoon characters on it. “My youngest made this for you after she finished her homework this afternoon.” I could smell the strong aroma of piss as she stuffed the panties into my mouth. She then took a ball gag and inserted the ball into my mouth, tightening the strap behind my head and securing the piss covered panties. She then put the blindfold back on. As I was now again in darkness, the taste of cum and piss in my mouth, Mistress Catherine walked slowly of the bathroom and only said, “Just imagine all that is to come, my pet.”
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