Message-ID: <665eli$9704291117@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: New femdom/Tg story: Twist by Seurat Don't read this if it's stuff is illegal where you are, you are underage, or you don't like it. Material copyrighted by the author. You may only archive this with my permission. I hope that these would be seen as a compliment to Vickie Tern's Teasers series, which I quite enjoyed but which cut to the bone of femdom and/or TG fiction. I noticed that the teasers were an accurate rendering of nearly all the fiction about femdom or TG, which shows just how stale most of it has gotten. Certain ellements are common to most stories: men are either: 1) (ultimately) masochistic small-dicked husband type or 2) the huge-dicked man the woman really wants. Females are either 1)submissives one rung higher the male submissives or 2) sadistic unloving sluts that have found they prone to exhibitionsim. All the stories also follow certain guidelines. The male is ensnared through his own frailties by a dominant who has nothing better to do than make his life hell. While some of his exploits may be enjoyable at first, he is eventually degraded and humiliated into the sissy wimp or woman he was at heart. How about a little variety? I'll get off the soapbox now. I make no apologies for the story bits here; you'll just have to live with them. I couldn't have done this without the help and inspiration of Vickie Tern, but if you don't like them, put the blame on me. Constructive flames only, please. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. TWIST, a series of story endings. by Seurat I) Marie arrived at home, her big-dicked dates in tow. She'd explained to them all about her sissy husband months ago when she'd agreed to dominate him. She'd had sex with all three on separate occasions, and twice she'd taken on two of them. And always she'd come home to her chastity belted husband in his french maid outfit, and made him eat her cum filled pussy or suck her ass clean. He was such a wimp, giving into her every demand. Well, tonight he was going to get his birthday present: she was bringing home her three studs to show him how real men fucked, and if, at the end of the night, his belly and his ass were full of cum, then he would know his true position in life. The door opened in front of her, and there stood her little french maid, made-up like a streetwalker. "See, here's my little slut, ready to serve as I promised." Hands suddenly gripped her arms, pinning them to her side, as two of her dates held her tight. The third stuffed a rag in her mouth and began tying her up, her wimp husband smiling as he watched the entire time. When they were done, he said to her, "Au contraire, my little love. I've already serviced your dates, and it turns out I'm much was better than you. That's part of the reason they agreed to help me with this. Remember that training program you subjected me to, twice a week at the pro-dommes house? Well, it turns out she has one more opening in the bathroom slave/cock-sucker department. And she's even paying me sixty thousand for you! Turns out she liked your demeanor, and really enjoys breaking the strong willed ones. No short twelve hour sessions for you, no, she's got you lined up for the full six week live-in course. "Don't worry about the house or the bank accounts, I had them transferred to my name weeks ago, while you were busy fucking around. I've also found a new mistress, one that has promised me the penus enlargement surgery. She said I could participate in your training whenever I felt like it." He then turned to his three lovers and said, "Come on in guys; they won't be here to pick her up for a few hours, and I have a lot of fucking to catch up on." II) Two gentlemen, dressed in white orderly uniforms, entered the room and approached the figure bound to the bed. When the figure saw them, she began thrashing around, straining against the bonds. "No, Please! You don't understand! I'm not Mrs. Coltrain, I'm her husband! She did this to me, I'm really a guy! She wants me to believe I'm a woman, but I'm really a man!" "We know exactly who you are, Mr Coltrain. We're here to rescue you. We know all about how your wife feminized you, gave you breasts and changed your body so that you could satisfy her lesbian lovers and johns when she was too tired. We don't know *how* it happened," the man grinned, "but it seems your former wife will be taking your place here at the Sexual Disfunction Treatment Center, courtesy of Equal Partners, Inc. Although I guess that Treatment' name is rather a misnomer; She will be given a sexual disfunction instead of being cured of one. Imagine, having your body chemically altered so that you will never have any sexual desire ever again. Just the thought of sex will make her violently ill." III) "Yes, give it to me, my little doggy!" Her husband, having been denied sex for weeks, slammed into his wife doggy style, his body seemingly no longer under his control. She could here his breathing get more ragged. "I wish you could give it to me like this all the time! God, yes!" "You like this? You like me fucking you like a dog?" "Yes! Does your secretary let you do this?" "Wouldn't know. We're just friends." "Bullshit! I know you were fooling around with her, and now I'm going to have my revenge!" He kept slamming in to her, his orgasm building. "What do you mean?" "I wanted a faithful husband, and now I'm going to get it. Faithful like the dog you are." He tried to stop, and couldn't. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've never so much as laid a hand on another woman. What's going on?" "I hired a private detective to follow you around, and he got pictures of you with that slut secretary of yours. Your arms around her, with your shirt off. I know what you were doing! So now I'll have my revenge!" "If you mean helping her in the physical therapy pool, then yes, I was with her. What's all this about revenge? What did you do?" He kept thrusting deep inside her. She moaned in pleasure. "A little spell I purchased. You're going to be the faithful husband you should be. Now shut up and keep fucking." He couldn't have stopped anyway. "What do you mean, a spell?" "A spell to transform you. When you cum, the spell will be complete, and you'll be changed into the faithful husband I always wanted. Faithful as a dog, which is what you'll be. This is your last fuck as a man, so you'd better enjoy it!" She laughed at his predicament. "Oh god. Oh God!" He started bucking as his inevitable orgasm surged, and she rubbed her clit hard so that their final orgasm as a married couple would be simultaneous. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot deep into her as he exploded, and she came a immediately afterward, their bodies collapsing in a heap. "There, there, my little puppy, that's a good boy." Her hand reached back and brushed his head as her started to shrink inside her. "That's my arooooo. Roof. Roof?!" "Sorry, my dear," her husband said, pulling out of her and wiping his dick on her increasingly furry backside. "But you should have checked the spell's wording. The witch you bought it from approached me to see if I could beat your price, and when I found out what you had planned, I paid her to switch the spell at the last moment. I appreciate you finding such an attractive and intelligent spell caster, because now that you are no longer my wife I can accept her invitation for dinner and drinks. She's got a dog she wants to breed, too. A great Dane. A big great Dane." He pulled a collar from under the pillow and fixed it around his new pet's neck. IV) "Well, honey, you were the one that wanted to dress up like the guy, and make me your girl. It's not my fault that these lovely bikers don't like women who imagine that they are as good as men. I'm sure that you'll have lots of fun being their houseboy at their club, and you might get used to constant sexual servitude. "And thanks for dressing me up so pretty. The Mendelson twins here couldn't believe it when they found my hard dick under that lace teddy and cute garter belt you had me wear. We're going back to the house now so I can show them all those tricks you taught me." V) "Actually, they did what your request stated, mistress. Complete and irreversible cessation of all sexual nerve endings, permanently. What's left of your clit must be pretty sore. While they were in there, I had them remove your reproductive organs and seal your pussy for good measure. You'll never experience another orgasm. I'll be taking over your client lists, as a male dom, and I found a beautiful slave to serve as the female dom. She even fits into all your clothes. I guess the next time you schedule a castration for your husband, you'll wait until it's been done before you pop the cork on the champagne. I spiked it, and had them operate on you instead of me." VI) "No, my dear, it's a real cock. Yes, a small one for now, but that will change in time. When you started my treatments to turn me into your lesbian lover, It made me come to grips with my latent homosexuality. So while you made me into the woman you always wanted me to be, I've turned you into the man I always wanted you to be. The best part is, now I get to be the femme dom, and dress in all those kinky clothes while I torture you sexually. So stop your complaining. As if I could hear you through that ball gag. Remember that chastity belt you used to strap me into, then tease me for weeks? Well, I guess it's on the other dick now." VII) Her hands smoothed the leather of the new corset holding up her large breasts. Below, between his/her silk clad legs, hung the meat which used to prove she was a man. It was starting to harden again. "On the contrary, I think I really like my new she-male form. By the way, your college roommate stopped by today, you know, the one who helped you do all this? She really likes it and said you did an incredible job. She told me that your business is in ruins, incidentally, what with the grand jury issuing a warrant for your arrest on seventy-two counts of grand larceny. Evidently, those papers she prepared for you to have me sign putting it all in your name weren't quite legal. I guess your she made a few mistakes, didn't she? You know, I thought at first it was strange how much she was helping you transform me, after all that rivalry you had in the sorority, considering how much better than you all around, especially in bed. That must be her at the door. It is! And she brought her stuff with her. She's moving in with us, you know. Or should I say 'with me'?" VIII) "Mom, you know all those times you forced me to perform sex acts on you, and how you dressed me up as a girl as punishment when I was bad? Well, I met this woman, Mistress Jacqueline, and she said she would unlock that harness and let you out when you'd finished paying for all my therapy. At twenty dollars a blow job, it shouldn't take more than a few years. Slurp once on that cock if you agree, twice if you have a problem with it. I'll take that as a 'yes'." IX) "Honey, wake up. No, don't say anything. When you explained to me last night that our marriage was nothing compared to Dave's big cock, I was shattered. When you kissed him, I was embarrassed. When you told me the only way to save our marriage was to blow him while you laughed, I was ashamed. And when you dressed me up as a baby and put me in the crib to watch as he fucked you, I was degraded. But if having his cock in you made you happy, I figured my duty as a husband would be to do my best to keep him there. So I hit the two of you with that tazer, and superglued him inside you while you were unconscious. I had plenty left over, so your hands are glued in an everlasting hug, and your lips too in what I guess we can call an eternal kiss. Even those erect nipples of yours are glued to his! You two should be quite a mystery for somebody to solve when they find the two of you hanging from that tree out there, though what anybody would be doing so deep in the Rocky Mountains, I don't know. Oh well, enjoy!" X) "Sorry, dear, but your estranged sister is a much better dom then you. She's even brought out my dominant side, and now she's going to let me enjoy the fun you had whipping me. Don't worry, I won't do anything you wouldn't have done to me. Honest." XI) "So she turns to me and says, 'I'm a whore for the syndicate, so you better get used to seeing me fuck other guys whenever I feel like it. If your lucky, I'll let you fuck me once in a while." "This was your wife? In bed, covered in cum, balling two guys at once?" "Yeah, and in the three years we'd been married she'd never even let me so much as touch her ass with my cock." "So where is she now?" "In the back room, giving head to some guy. Hell, if she's going to whore herself, then I figured the money should be coming to me and not somebody else, right? So I made some phone calls and bought her contract. Before, she was limiting herself to maybe a few guys a week, but I've seen to it that she does at least twenty guys a day." XII) Darlene opened her eyes, and realized she was looking up at the small hole of light that was all her slaves normally saw. Is this what her husband had gone through, when she had locked him in here during the training session? Four hours in this place! The mouth piece felt funny against her tongue, and the vibrating dildo pinning her in place kept her just on the edge of cumming. None of the other domme camp councilors would think to look for her here; she had told them her trip with her slave-husband would take a while, and she would miss the entire summer session. Now she realized the duplicity of his scheme. She wouldn't miss anything this summer, not a drop. She saw his face look down into the toilet where she was locked in place, her face looking straight up at him. He smiled down at her, even though he couldn't see her. She closed her eyes as he unzipped his pants and sat down to relieve himself of last night's Mexican dinner. XIII) "Next time you pick up a lesbian in a bar so you can show your sissy husband how real love is made, you better make sure she's all woman. Now stop your bitching; my friends will be here in a minute and they want to show your husband how a group of leather clad she-males torture an uncaring wife with their big dicks. If you're lucky, you'll be able to take his little dick in your pussy sometime in the future. If we let you." XIV) "No, really, I love what your new machine did to me. I would have preferred to be a woman, like you threatened, but I noticed that your program was on the wrong settings. Instead on a woman's body with high loads of estrogen, this man's body feels much better then my old one, especially with this huge dick. And its only half-hard! Of course, the higher loads of testosterone are going to make me want sex constantly, so you better do a better job of sucking than that! Who would have known how submissive you'd turn out to be once I tied you up. I'm sure we'll find out." XV) "On the contrary, beautiful, it's *your* eyes that are getting heavy. The drug in your wine has made you very open to my suggestions. Instead of me being your slave to embarrass in front of your friends here, I'm enlisting all of you in my new company. It's called, 'The Perfect Wife.' I'll be providing women like you to men all over the country - a cook in the kitchen, a maid in the parlor, and a whore in the bedroom. It'll be a femmedom's worst nightmare; you'll be totally subservient to a husband who will go bald, get fat, drink too much, dress up in your clothing whenever he pleases, and make you do anything he wants. And you'll accept it all willingly as The Perfect Wife', knowing deep down you could have had it much better if only you'd been a little nicer to your husband." XVI) [With honest apologies to Amity and Thor] Debbie watched as the gold level slave picked up the last of his belongings, bowed deeply, and walked out the door. Soon her husband, who had been at the training school for who knows how long, would be home. A perfect slave, ready and willing to serve her every need. She could hardly wait! *Ring* *Ring* Debbie picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Debbie? Mistress asked me to call you. There's a...problem with your husband." "What kind of problem?" "Well, it's his training, actually." "I watched him on the closed circuit television all through his training, and he was flawless! He was the best to ever go through the program!" "Well see, there's the hitch. If you check your contract, there's a little clause about detaining clients after they've been trained." "What about it?" "Well...it seems that Mistress has taken a liking to him, like an artist to her greatest work. Debbie, she's decided to keep him for herself. You'll be getting some consolation prizes in the mail." *Click* XVII) Two figures, in latex body suits, writhe on a bed. It is evident both are female, though the one on the bottom has no flesh exposed. Her face is featureless, with only two holes under her nose for breathing. Her arms are one with her body, with only mitted gloves where her hands should be. It soon becomes evident they are not having sexual intercourse. "No, I don't know why Tim snapped. Maybe you shouldn't have fucked a different man in front of him every night. I'm trying to work on the damn zipper, so just shut up already. Who'd have thought he had it in him, filling your latex bodysuit with that red hot topical cream instead of lubricant. Gotta admire his ingenuity; you won't be fucking anybody for a long time. It's not my fault; you were the one that had to have all three holes filled for our 'ladies night in'. You should have checked them beforehand. Yes, I know it's getting hotter in there. There, I think I got it. Open? Why would I want your zipper open? I meant I finally got your zipper padlocked. Tim and I have a date for tonight." XVIII)The gurney rolled down the hallway of the private hospital, and he watched as the lights flew by overhead. He couldn't believe he was going through with it. His mind raced back to last night... "This would be the biggest step in our relationship, you know that, don't you?" "Yes, I know." "And you understand that the surgery is irreversible? That whatever characteristics I've chosen for you will be yours for life?" "Yes, I understand." "You really get off on this, don't you? All the humiliation, the clothes, the sissifacation? It really does a number on you, doesn't it?" "Yes, I suppose it does." "And when I fucked that big black man..." "Richie." "Yes, Richie, when I fucked him, it really drove you nuts, didn't it?" "Yes." "I mean, I'd had men with bigger dicks, but it was the fact that he was black that really drove you crazy, wasn't it?" "Yes." "I remember that night well. You nearly hurt yourself, you came so powerfully. I wonder what happened to Richie?" "Killed in a car crash the following week." "Sorry to hear that. You really liked that dick of his, didn't you?" "Yes" "Did you know that he had a physical anomaly that his balls were refilled almost immediately, making every load he shot a full one?" "I remember that, yes." "I thought you might. Better get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for you. If it all works out, we'll be together forever." "Yes, I'm looking forward to it. Good night." The gurney rolled to a stop, and the nurse fixed the IV drop, letting the anesthetic drip down into his arm. As he faded away, he wondered what his new life would be like. Skirts, dresses, high heels, all for her... He woke with a start, and the room was black before his eyes. A dull ache registered in his chest and in his groin. Even his arms and legs ached; probably from fat injections. "Are you awake?" It was her, and he smiled. His voice didn't seem to want to work. "Don't speak. The doctor says the work on your vocal chords will take a while to heal. But it worked!" He motioned to the sheet that lay over him. "In a minute. First, I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. This won't be easy for you, living like this. The doctor says that the tissues in your genital areas won't restrict blood flow like normal 'cause of the scar tissue, so that in fact you will be permanently aroused. Other than that, everything is fine. Are you ready to see my work of art, the greatest step in humiliation for a sissy like you?" He nodded as vigorously as he could under those circumstances. "Then you can watch in the mirror overhead!" She flicked on a light that reflected off the mirror, then down onto him. "Here goes everything!" She grabbed the edge of the sheet and whisked it off the bed. When he saw what she'd done to him, he started to hyperventilate. "What, you don't like the liposuction, giving you that bodybuilder look? I especially like the vocal chord enhancement, which will make your voice nice and deep. Wait! I bet you thought I was going to turn you into a girl, weren't you? Get real. If I wanted a female lover, I would pick a real woman. But girls don't have nice big black cocks, like the one Richie gave up for you, do they? And no matter how much I fuck you, you'll always be hard for me, with just tons of heavenly cum! We'll fuck constantly! What a situation for a sissy like you, to be the ultimate man for me!" XIX) "Don't worry, Mistress, I'll get you out before your guests arrive. Wouldn't you know it, the two years you've been training me go off without a hitch, and then this, right before all those leather community people are scheduled to come over for my first public outing. Yes, yes, I know I'm not supposed to touch you while you were napping, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to see what it looked like with somebody strapped in, because I could never see anything when I was in there. You sleep so soundly I figured I could get you in and out before you woke up. I must say, Mistress, you look exquisite with you ass in the air like that with cheeks spread wide. Must be what made it so easy for you to get that dildo in my ass. That ring gag was always uncomfortable, as was that inflated helmet. No, Mistress, I'm looking for the keys. What's that? I'm having a hard time hearing you; the vibrator inside you has turned on again, and those industrial motors make a lot of noise. Yes, yes, I know. I'm looking for the keys to the damn fucking padlocks already. I didn't need them to lock the locks, and I guess I figured you would have left them about somewhere. What's that? The keys are inside your teddy? But that part of your chest is encased in stainless steel, so how am I supposed to get them out? "More importantly, how will I ever entertain these guests for an entire weekend?" XX) My Owner would be home soon, and i waited expectantly. I stood there in my latex servant's outfit, cock at full attention, awaiting my Owner's orders. She walked into the room, the scent of leather getting there moments before She arrived. Her five inch spike-heeled thigh high black leather boots clicking on the wooden floor. Matching gloves, g-string, and corset completed the outfit. She was beyond beautiful, as always. "James?" "Yes, Great Mistress?" "Am I a cruel Owner?" A trick question. I should have seen it coming. Think fast! "Only when i deserve it, Exalted Bringer of Pain and Pleasure." Whew, close one. "Have I fulfilled your thoughts and expectations on how a mistress should act?" Another trick. Best divert the energy, blame it on another. "I have no expectations of you, Light of my Being, except that you be yourself. I am only a lowly slave, and shouldn't have expectations other than those you give to me. I've heard the other slaves say how you fit the role of a dominatrix perfectly." "A Dominatrix! For that insult, you will be punished, severely!" Could be good, could be bad, depending on her mood. "I'm sorry, Oh Great One, and i humbly beseech your forgiveness. Any punishment you would deign give me i truly deserve, and i would accept it gratefully." "I have decided!" The evil grin i had come to dread appeared on her face. " I will...I will..." The grin changed to a more doubtful look. "Shit." It was almost a curse of frustration, said under her breath. Her blue eyes, cold as the ice i knew was in her veins, glared at me. I quickly averted my gaze, expecting a tirade to burst forth. "Shit! I can't do it anymore. All day long, people at attention as I walk by, denied basic human rights, fawning all over me." She sat on the bed, hard. "I have to come up with tasks for them to do, the more menial, the better. And punishments, all day and all night. This one gets to sleep at the foot of my bed, that one in a cage. And this clothing! Talk about a pain in the ass!" She undid the boots, and flung them across the room. I kept at attention. I thought i heard her sigh. "Mistress?" I asked, bewildered. My eyes looked up. "Do you know how hard it is to walk in those things? All my shoes seem to have five inch spike heels. God, my feet ache." "Yes, Mistress. You had me in high heels more than once. Would you like a foot massage?" She paid no attention to me, and undid the belts on the corset. "And this thing is horrible. Hot, sweaty, and it hurts my back. But it's expected, isn't it?" Another rhetorical question. I was still bewildered. She stripped off the gloves and the g-string, and i naturally averted my eyes so as not to see her beauty unbidden. "All day long it's 'yes Mistress' or 'no Mistress' or 'I've been bad mistress please punish me Mistress'. I'm really getting fed up with all of it." A look of concentration passed over her face, replaced with relief. "James, I've made a decision. I quit." "Excuse me, Mistress? You...quit?" "You heard me the first time, James. I quit. No more spending all my money on latex and leather clothing, or on drugs to feminize some guy, or on torture devices. No more staying up half the night torturing a slave that dropped a napkin. No more spending my spare time reading books on Femme dom or torture. No more of this bullshit!" She was nearly screaming in joy. "No more, you here?!" She pulled on a sweatsuit, and started stuffing street clothes in a duffle bag. "I don't think i understand, Mistress." "What's not to understand? I'm outta here." Panic filled me to the depths of my soul. "Mistress? What about us? What about your slaves?" "'What about us?' I'll tell you what about you. I'm tired of the responsibility, keeping you all healthy and warm and fed. I'm tired of picking up assholes in bars to bring back here so I can embarrass or degrade a slave. With all the guys I bring back here, it's no wonder the neighbors think I'm a slut. I can't remember the last real date I had, with that feeling of uncertainty as to how the date will end. Those first kisses, romance, picnics, snuggling on the couch. Oh no, I always have to be the domme. To be the Mistress. Well, I'm sick of it! Do you hear me? SICK. OF. IT!!!" She punctuated each word by stuffing another pair of plain cotton underwear into the bag. She picked up the bag, and started heading towards the door. " What about us', he says.", she muttered to herself. She turned to face me again, and in the cold, cruel, level voice I had grown to love and fear, said, "I don't care what about us?'." It hit me like a slap in the face. "Where are you going, Mistress? What should we do?" I was whining at that point, rocking back and forth like I had to relieve myself. "Me? I'm going to Hawaii for a vacation, and I don't know if I'm coming back. I talked to an old college friend of mine, and he's putting me up for a few days. He was kind of cute, then, so who knows? As for you and the other slaves, I don't care about what you do. The place is paid up to the end of the month, and most of the big equipment is rented or borrowed. You can have whatever's in the fridge. Live it up. Have a party. GET A LIFE!! I don't care anymore." With that she walked out and slammed the door. Tears formed in my eyes, then realization set in. I walked downstairs into the dungeon', where the other slaves were currently hanging in chains or locked in pillories. When I explained the situation, they were as shocked as I had been. We've since designed a contest, and the loser has to be the dominant for a month, because none of us wants to do it full time. Too much responsibility. Who would have figured she would do that? Just up and quit. Can she do that? Guess so. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /