You enter the dark motel room. You have instructions to sit down on the canvas chair in front of the TV and put the blindfold on. As you do this, time tick by. You have no way to measure time. You feel eyes on you watching you squirm.
"When was the last time you squirted, slave?".
"Three days, Master. I'm horny and dripping like you wanted".
Suddenly you feel Him behind the chair, hand squeezing your sex over your pants. You gasp, half in surprise, half in pleasure as He massages your member.
"I believe you. I can see how excited you are by being alone in a dingy motel room, blindly obeying someone who wants to turn you into a sissy." Your cock tenses and pulse as he says this.
"Stop squirming." You obey as best you can. He ties your wrists to the arms of the chair with straps, your waist to the backrest.
"I wonder if anyone you know saw you sneak here... It IS close to where you live and work. They might think you are going to get some. Eventually, they'll know better. You'll like that, won't you?".
"I... I..." You moan as Master sticks his hand in your pants and lovingly tugs and caresses you over your wet undies.
"Say 'YES', sissy."
"Yeeessssss...", you answer unthinkingly.
"Say: 'I want everyone to find out what a sissy fag I am and how much it gets me off'". You repeat this as your engorged cock-head is massaged for precum all over.
"And you will only use your sissy voice when serving."
"Yes, Master", you squeal.
"Do you want to be a girl ______?"
"Yes, Master."
"These are not girl's clothes", He says as He finally takes off your pants.
"Lovely legs... Shaved as ordered... I can easily see them in a mini-skirt on a dark local street, gritty, slick with filth, pulling discount tricks. Don't you want to be my whore?" He asks as He rubs his hands up and down your stems, smearing the sticky liquid that filtered through your underwear on your soft, hairless legs.
"Yeesss, please make me your whore, Master. I want to be rented out to strangers and earn Money for Master. I want to be a slut."
"You have much to learn." He says, as He ties your ankles to the chair.
"It's not just knowing how to please a real man (something you are obviously not)," He cuts your shirt open, "but also making you lose your masculinity, corrupting it," you feel His lips on your nipples, sucking gently; you shiver and buck. "Using lust and desire to crave feminization," underwear off, your balls are squeezed - hard - as if they are about to be pulled off, "until you forget your dignity and what that thing between your legs was for," His fingers push and delve between the chair and under you. You raise yourself, your ass, to let him reach for more as if it was second nature (maybe deep down it is...), "until you finally start learning what it is to be a girl...", a lubed finger penetrates and curls inside your virgin anus, as Master's impossibly hard cock presses inside your gaping mouth, "and maybe even eventually becoming a woman".
