My nervous excitement at finally meeting someone from all the chatting i was engaged in on the site had started to become unbareable. Starting to find all forms of my 'normal' life being over-ran by the thoughts and urges provoked. Work as with every task was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on with my mind, my heart? my head? my soul even? craving to pull on my favourite lengerei again. Ceaselessly.

My collection was now quite extensive. Heels, wigs, corsets, dresses, skirts and blouses. Mostly short. Mostly tight and mostly totally slinky. I was constantly planning what to wear with what next. How it would look. How to hide my not so sexy bits and how to show off and excentuate the parts that where reasonably sexy.

My legs where pretty good and i knew i had a pretty cute bum. My my eyes where pale yet bright blue which from childhood had always drew compliments. Now i longed to see them caked in black slutty eye shadow and my naturally long lashes curled and darkened.

One particular 'relationship', if a series of broadminded yet inpersonal exchanged msgs can be detirmined as such? Had begun to develop a more serious tone. My sincerity being brought into question as i was not forthcoming on my horned up Sissied up msgs to meet. Where i would finally be dominated by an apparently well heeled, experienced dominant couple in search of a submissive Sissy slut to humiliate and feminize. Even writing the words now stiffens my little girlycock instantly. I had only exchanged msgs with Julia. I had no option but to take her at her word. But we had swapped quite a few pictures. Mine growing increasingly more 'adventurous'. I had in return happily fawned over pictures of her. A totally confident, attractive mid forties lady with an amazing figure and a very dominant husband whose d#$k i had been sent pics of and ordered to relieve myself over before sucking up all my juice with a straw whilst videoing the process and forwarding it immediatly on to 'Mistress'. I thoroughly enjoyed each and every part of this. Master, when so inclined sending me orders which Mistress Julia was relaying. Sissy Katey, eagerly completing each task with an increasing degree of relish.

I had, under instruction purchased a new mobile which only they had the number of. Which whenever i wsd requested to i must immediatly complete whatever was asked of me if i was to become their next slave. I did. Very particular items of clothing had been happily bought and modeled. As had various items of fetish equipment. Some of which i had found tricky and humiliating to buy. Sometimes i had to buy them at a specific time or from a specific place. All designed to cause maximum embarassment and difficulty. This i was suprised by how much i adored and how eagerly and precisely i completed my tasks. Yes, like a very good litle Sissy.

Mistress Julia and i had even begun to speak quite regularly. I looked forward to hearing her voice. She had a very sincere; very confident, very sensual, very alluring and comforting voice. I loved talking to her so much i had found myself opening up to her in many ways i found suprising. Telling her my most intimate fantasies was an absolute thrill. Recieving pictures of Mistress Julia in anything new she had bought or worn was scintilating. She completely aroused me on so many levels. Including intillectually. Master, her husband whome i had not even closely earned the right to know yet his name or hear his voice was older than her. Powerfull and wealthy and much more dominant. Twice he had summoned me to talk to. Both times i couldnt even have imagined the humiliation and submission he instantly instilled in me. Master had allowed Mistress Julia to 'pet' a little Tgirl as it had long been a fantasy of hers. To tatally and absolutely demasculate and feminize a worthy subject. To the point of owning and transforming them for life. Master had agreed so long as the Sissy in question was attractive and compliant and would be a positive adition to his privaliged life. Not an easy task for a sissy considering Master and Mistress had owned several female submissives before and one male. Acouple of them for over a year. My heart did race at all the possibilities. But fear and reality where still barriers in my kinky mind.

Months passed untill i was issued with th ultimatum i was in equall measure fearing and desiring. I had been for the last few months manipulated and manouvered into chsnging certain aspects of my life.

The evening Master rang me directly and gave me my instructions for a fortnight on Saturday. A bank holiday weekend in tge height of summer was a suprise and an extreme thrill. They allready had so many photoes and videos of me performing totally humiliating tasks i felt i had little or no option to comply. Besides, i wanted to finally meet my Master and Mistress. I was very excited.

i drove to the hotel as requested and entered my room. Booked by them. I read the note they had left and began to do as i was asked.

I glued in my boobies. I took the 3 different tablets they had left in the room for me in the exact order they had said. The new wig they had bought me was a bit strange? Inside was a kind of membrane i was to inject tge liquid provided in a clear plasic syringe into the underside of the wig. Which was absolutely beautifull and must have cost a bomb. Then place it deliberatly and perfectly onto my totally shaven head. I assumed being totaally shaved my head would hold the wig more securely. As i continued with my task i could see lots of tiny holes in the membrane of this wonderfully feminine wig. The hair was dark black with pinkish tints. It fealt so soft and real. It smelt of expensive shampoo. I had to coat my head with a seperate cream first. They both new i had to be back home and looking normal by Monday. In my state. Totally aroused and totally submissive i did as the letter asked. Carefully placing on this gorgeous new wig. Then pressing it firmly and precisely. It squelched slightly as i did. I held it firm for over ten minutes. The note said five. I did wonder why a different glue had been administered for my boobs?

I then unwrapped the present i had been left. A make up bag filled with very expensive make ups and varnishes. My heart flutterred. A knock at the door!

Shit!! I am naked in my boobs and hair with a raging sissy erection

'Hello' i said in my most feminine voice

''Hello i have an order for Miss Katey slut'

replied a young male voice. My cheeks burned!

'erm just leave it there plesde i am in my bath robe'

I waited to hear the footprints leave then bolted to the door. A tray with an expensive bottle of champagne, one glass. A buquet of flowers and another present bag. Inside which where 3 exquisetly wrapped boxes.

I was so turned on. My phone rang. It was Mistress Julia. She asked if i was ok and told me to switch on the camera that was inside my new make up box. I hadn't fully explored the box yet as my wig hsd taken all my attention. She was waiting for me yo do so to swith on the video recorder. I appologised thanked her and ny Master and did as i was told. She had obviously chosen this room specifically as she told me exactly where to place the cam corder. Where she explained she would be abke to view all of the room. Even the en-suite as i was told to make sure i kept open the bathroom door at all times.

Mistress Julia new i was no expert with my make up so i face timed my Mistress and followed to the letter her instruction as i began to gleefully apply my lipstick, blusher. My eyeshadow and mascara. So turned on was i that i didn't even question her intent when she kept telling me how quickly i needed to learn to apply all yhis myself. And with a certain degree of expertese. I was simply in sissy heaven.

Next i was told to make myself *** into the champagne flute and then drink it. Nothing new there i thought. Then i was allowed to drink the gorgeous Champagne i had been bought.But first i was to rub this specific cream all around my balls and ahem yes. Instantly they both shrank. Visibly. As if i had been in the coldest of cold showers for ages. Straight away i had to push my receeded balls allmost up inside myself. Then pull the skin of my sack tight holding my balls in place. Then i wrapped the excess skin around my tiny limp sissy c*** untill only my tiny bell end poked out. I watched her laughing and instructing me on the screen and as i put this 'thing' that was the first of my 3 'pressies' around my manhood and scroatem. Encasing them so tightly, I wondered what was going to happen when that aufull gel wore off and my balls wanted to escape from up inside of me? Or my c*** started to swell? It couldn't. Physically it couldn't. Only my tiny pathetic and unuaually now oversensetive bell end poked out. Unable to grow?

Mistress Julia told me to pull up my new set of knickers and bra!!

Waw!!! They where gorgeous!!! Silk and lacy and extremely revealing. But white? I didn't suit white. Mistress Julia knew as much. However as i contorted myself to show her how her new bitch looked i could see. I looked in my panties as though i had a real pussy. A perfect little mound. Also my end was more sensetive than i could allmost bare. The expensive silk panties driving me wild with sensation. I could now only pee sitting down. Also as i was soon to discover my pee would now squirt out towards my bum and down my thighs. Which was deatined ro cause discomfort and humiliation.

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