“Wh… Where am I-urghmmm!”
I woke in a strange room, on a strange bed, with a strange cock in my mouth.
“Urmm-hrmmggh!”
My instincts were to bite down, but for some reason my mouth was frozen in an O-shape.
“Fiesty one, aren’t we? I like that.”
I looked up to see a strong, relatively good-looking man pushing his cock into my mouth.
“Urrrghmmm!”
“Please, Sissy, don’t try to talk.”
Sissy?
“That will be your new name,” he said, as if responding to my thought.
“Now Sissy, I’m going to pull my dick out of your mouth. I expect you to remain silent afterwards.”
His cock slowly slipped out of my mouth.
“Whawt thaw fawk if gawing awn?”
I tried to speak, but my mouth was still stuck in a cock-sucking position. Now that his manhood was out, I finally noticed the small device inside my mouth, keeping it locked in a perpetual O-shape.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted at me. “That won’t do.”
He shoved his throbbing cock back inside my mouth.
“I will continue to throat-fuck you, my dear, until you promise to behave yourself. Now, do I have your word you’ll remain silent?”
I nodded, shamefully.
“Good.”
He slowly pulled his cock out again, making sure I could taste it for as long as possible.
“Now, you’re probably wondering, ‘What am I doing here?’ That doesn’t matter. The point is, you are here, and you will remain here, forever. I intend to break you down, then build you back up as my own personal fuck-toy. You see, I have this fantasy of breaking men and transforming them into submissive sluts. Call it one of those odd quirks.”
What the fuck was this guy talking about!?
“Anyways,” he continued, “I’ve finally realized I needed to make my fantasy a reality. And that’s where you come in. You see, I’m a brilliant surgeon. You’ve actually been here for several months, drugged, and slowly transformed into the beautiful woman you are now.”
He turned me towards the mirror. I gasped.
“Yes, you are quite lovely. In any case, I want to make you into my perfect, submissive mistress. You’ll help me, won’t you?”
“Yawr sthick!”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded again. “Looks like I have my work cut out for me.”
