Somehow, somewhere, yes, you are going to be rendered unconscious. And whether I am watching the action live, or having it videotaped for my later amusement, I shall surely be fingering my pussy with absolute delight as you try vainly to resist. It’s so charming when you put up a little bit of a fight.
Good morning my corporate slut,
Sometimes, I think, it’s good for me to remind you just how diabolical and relentless I can be. And that really, when it comes down to it, you are helpless. Absolutely helpless. If there is something I cannot accomplish, I will simply pay someone to make it possible. You know that I’ve made sure that nothing will stand in the way of the ultimate pleasure – feeding my lust, making me wet, turning you into my little whore. Any way – and any time – I please.
That’s why this little warning is necessary to advise you of a seemingly non-consensual thing that is in your future. So when it happens, you do not hurt yourself in the process. Resistance, you see, is futile. Just remember that when the time comes that you are jumped from behind and a pillowcase is thrown over your head.
Or you are at an innocent dinner with a business colleague and find that you’ve become incredibly drowsy – ultimately, drugged – and cannot resist the intoxication.
Somehow, somewhere, yes, you are going to be rendered unconscious. And whether I am watching the action live, or having it videotaped for my later amusement, I shall surely be fingering my pussy with absolute delight as you try vainly to resist. It’s so charming when you put up a little bit of a fight.
The one clue I can give you is that I will take you down at your most masculine moment. You’ll either be in one of your most expensive tailored suits, or a tuxedo at a formal event, or on the way back from the gym, drenched in sweat, body pulsing with testosterone and adrenalin. There is something so absolutely delicious about taking you from your highest point of masculinity and turning you into….
Well, you know.
Do I really need to tell you all the details? I’ll give you a few because I do so love to have you squirm, to picture you there with your breath getting caught in your throat, to almost hear you gasp under your breath, “That’s impossible,” or “That’s unthinkable,” while meanwhile, down between your legs, there’s an undeniable, embarrassing bulge forming in those too-tight panties. Is it so unthinkable? Hmm? So much so that the visions are not crystal clear in that masculine mind of yours?
Total transformation, against your will.
When you wake up from this drug-induced fog, you will first spend a great deal of time in total darkness with no one answering your useless questions. You’ll know it’s me, of course, because if I tire of your chattering, you’ll find a distinctly cock-shaped gag in your mouth, or, maybe if you are lucky, the familiar taste of my panties will fill it up, stuff it securely, followed by duct tape around and around your head until you’re suitably silenced.
In your darkness, you’ll quickly become aware of a few facts about your new reality. Your unconsciousness time will be spent well, let me assure you. With the help of my new friends, we’ll be taking care of the first stage of your little transformation.
While you lay there in restraints, strapped down so tightly, I’ll watch with great amusement and excitement as the reality comes over you. You’ll have no idea what we did to you, at least, visually, but you’ll feel it all.
First, the lack of body hair. Complete lack of body hair. How it was removed, well, you may be grateful that you were unconscious for that. But you’ll realize it on your legs, and armpits, so clearly. Your legs, you may become first aware, will be in the finest sheer stockings. Thigh high. With cute suspenders, the clasps tickling your fresh skin.
You may notice immediately that your feet are in sexy shoes, strappy perhaps, with a distinct feel around the ankle. Maybe even locked in place. So tight around the toes, your masculine feet cramped into something dainty and sexy. Do you wish you could see the color and style?
Your crotch, also freshly shaved, will feel so different in a pair of lace panties. Your manparts will have been shuffled, strained, pulled, prodded into an unnatural position, taped into place, so tightly that when your cock stirs it will be painful in your groin and belly and you’ll immediately want to replace those thoughts to calm it down.
So you’d better not think about that bra – so tight, with what feels like silicone pressed against your chest, when you breathe, you will feel the fabric of a tight blouse – or nightie – stretched against your skin. And then you will be aware of the waistband around your middle. A corset-like strain up your back. What an outfit – so much of it to digest, but you cannot picture it…you will have no idea.
And then you will be keenly aware of the scent. Not from the women in the room (multiple women, you hear the giggling, the low laughter), but from you. Your own flesh – distinctly feminine, tarty. You will be so aware that you are covered in sexy, sultry perfume. Your flesh. All of it. You were bathed in body oils or lotions that permeate every last ounce of flesh…
And the sounds of cameras clicking. A tripod being repositioned. Whispers, feminine whispers.
Then you will feel the waxy texture on your lips and a light trace of make up on your cheeks. You’ll realize how far this has gone! Even hair – hair you did not used to have, curls around your shoulders, thick and heavy.
Every last detail. So thorough. So relentless. And your new feminine persona – restrained, helpless, ready for inspection and torment. From more voices, feminine, giggling, than you can count and keep track of. Perhaps the blindfold will never even come off.
The torment will last some time. Hours maybe. And if you never get to see what we’ve done to you, rest assured, it will not be a secret for eternity.
One day, when you least expect it, you’ll open your email to find the letter with the attachments. The pictures and videos. In great detail. Of you – oh, at first you will not recognize the tarty, sexy lass as you, but it’s you. Pictures of you so feminine and sultry that you will think, at first, it’s a woman. A woman in such degrading and nasty positions, with that huge latex cock in her mouth, on all fours, lingerie in disarray, so many nasty outfits. That tight figure and big breasts, the sexy thighs in the lingerie. Yes, you will through the pictures with embarrassment, astonishment and arousal.
But the question remains. Will you be a man when you are looking at them?
See you soon.
Affectionately,
Mistress Akasha
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