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didn’t care. I stared at my knees, waiting patiently. Though I will admit, I trembled most of the way. Nervous…excited…wondering if I’d made a mistake…knowing I hadn’t.

Time passed. I lost track. The car stopped. The driver got out, came to my side, opened the door…pulled me out by the arm. He led me away, toward a door on the side of a large house. We went in then down a flight of stairs. A single bulb struggled to chase away the shadows.

The floor was cement.

“Strip,” he said. “All of your clothes on the floor. Then kneel. Legs spread, hands behind your back, head bowed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me that. I’m just the messenger. Good luck, bitch.”

He left. I complied, kicking off my shoes, then slipping the dress over my head. The stockings went next, followed by my panties and bra, which I didn’t need at that point, I hadn’t been on hormones, hadn’t done anything to enhance my breasts.

The floor was cold on my knees. I shivered as I put my hands behind my back. My tiny cock seemed to shrink even smaller. I could see it down there as I stared, waiting…and waiting…and waiting…

I was sore, exhausted, and shivering almost uncontrollably when someone came in.

“Hello, slave,” Master said. “You can follow instructions. Very good.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I know you think you’re submissive. But we have a lot of work to do to get you there. Plenty of ego. Lots of lingering masculinity you probably don’t even know you have. But you will.”

“Yes, sir.”

“It’ll hurt. You’re going to learn your place. Corporal punishment. A cage. Day…night…they won’t matter. You’re going to become a woman. A submissive, perfect woman who knows her place. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“First thing’s first. Stand up, hands still behind your back, legs spread out like I’m going to frisk you.”

I struggled to stand. My legs ached. But I staggered upward, swaying as he approached.

“You’ve done an excellent job grooming.” He put his hand on my cock. I gasped. “No wonder you’re standing here. You never were a man. Not with that.”

“No, sir.”

“It’s fucking pathetic. You tried to fuck a woman with that?” “I did, sir.”

He laughed. “Please. I’m glad she was honest with you. This can’t be left out.”

“Sir?”

“Stay there.” He stepped away. When he returned, he roughly handled my balls and cock, sliding a tight ring over them. It made me hiss through my teeth. “Oh, that’s nothing, slut. This thing needs to be disappear. And since it’s so small, we’re starting flat.”

“Flat, sir?”

“Your cage. Bitch like you doesn’t need a cock. Your ass is your only fuck hole now. If you want to cum, you’d better learn how to make it appealing.” He pressed it on, connecting it with the ring. A lock went over. It compressed my cock…but it surprisingly didn’t hurt. “There.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Do you like your cage?” It was gleaming, silverish in color, and it had holes all over it.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Because it’s never coming off. Only to clean that pathetic thing and then right back on. You will never cum from that being touched again. Do you understand?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t answer at first.

A slap across my ass brought me out of my thoughts.

“What did I ask?” “If I undertstood!”

“What?” He slapped my ass again.

“Sir! If I understood sir!” The pain shocked me. A hint of rage filled my chest.

Master laughed. “Oh, I see that look. How cute. Is it a MAN standing in front of me with his cock bound up in a fucking cage? Or a sissy slave waiting to be owned?”

“I am a sissy slave, Master.”

“Say it again!” “I am a sissy slave, Master!”

“Good.” Master rubbed my balls. “You probably won’t keep those either. But we’ll worry about that when the hormones kick in. For now, your new outfit is upstairs. You’ll change, then get ready for your proper cage. Right now, stare at this cage. Realize you’ve lost it all. It’s mine now. And you…are mine.”

“Thank you, Sir. So much.”

“Keep thinking that. You’ll love me. And you’ll belong to me. But now, there’s still too much ego. We’ll fix that. Go upstairs.” He motioned. “Right that way.”

“Yes, sir.” I walked away from him, staring at the cage…the humiliation. And salvation.

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