Black Master, white sissy Part 2

The guys were young, tough, hard, trying to look serious but I could see that laughter lay just behind the eyes - they were enjoying this. The one I thought of as my Master moved round to stand directly in front of me.

'OK,' he said softly, 'you decided to come back. That's good. But it's the last decision you'll be making for a while. Got that?'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Louder.'

'Yes, SIR!'

'Now you want to be a sissy, don't you, bitch?'

'Yes, SIR!'

'And you want to be a slave, don't you, cunt?'

'Yes, SIR!'

'Well this evening your dreams come true. OK lads, let's get started - there's a lot to do.'

There was that bag again, the one that contained God knows what. First out of it was a pair of scissors. One of the blacks - a tall, lean guy with a ferret-like face, no looker that's for sure but sexy for all that - pulled out a large pair of scissors. I almost shouted out, 'But I have no hair except on my head and please leave that!' but hair wasn't what he had in mind. He caught hold of my expensive designer track suit top and cut it from top to bottom. A roar went up when they saw my flat chest boasting a lacy bra. Any tendency on my part to protest was instantly quelled by the look on my Master's face. I kept my mouth shut as he continued to cut the pants in their turn, exposing garter belt, panties and stockings. Trainers were pulled off and the laces ritualistically cut. Socks too were chopped and rendered useless - and I was standing in women’s lingerie with a telltale erection.

A chair was pulled out and I was pushed down onto it and the girl took over as makeup artist. At least she seemed to know what she was doing.

I was naive enough to think that the makeup constituted the whole of my transformation but worse was to come. The sight of a needle was enough to bring out a spirit of rebellion in me and I confess I did make a dash for the door - only to be dragged back to the chair kicking and screaming. But as my Master had said, resistance was indeed useless and I saw that I really was powerless in this situation as I was firmly held while both nipples were pierced and rings inserted. Of course I cried out when the needle went through the nipple and I watched the blood trickle down my hairless chest and stomach.