A Fetish Doll For Mommy

My total conscious time with this woman was at most three hours to this point. She told me I had two choices. One was to fight what she had done and suffer horribly at her hands and the hands of her entire staff or I could submit to a life of extreme and exotic fetish pleasures. A life under her total control as a painted, pampered shemale fetish sex doll. The last bit of information she gave to digest broke all of my remaining will. My feet had been surgically altered so that from that day forward I would only be able to walk in ballet shoes or boots with dainty, mincing steps. A pump had been installed into my body that would release a drug to keep my penis in a constant state of erection. Even after an orgasm I would be hard as a rock and as horny as ever within seconds.

What hope did I have against a woman who at the age of just 21 years had managed to make herself the Queen of a small nation and one of the wealthiest human beings alive? I submitted to her perverted will not only because I had no choice. I found myself craving what she had offered. If I had known all that was to come I may have made the choice to struggle and attempt escape despite the hopelessness of such an escape. This is how I became the shemale sex doll known now as Princess Missy of Sissy Ribbons. I will save the story of my training as a total slut for the women and to my horror, the other shemales of the kingdom for another day.

The end for now.