The Importance of Setting Goals

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Awoken (An Image Trade with Karen)

This is the first time I've seen clearly in a long time. Someone I used to call a friend or even a brother did this to me. I was your average teenage guy before all of this. Now? Now I'm little more than a slave. I haven't even had so much as one instance of free will. Before this I was 18, now I'm 23, I have spent five years of my life not even as the correct gender. The worst part of all though is that I'm still not in control. I haven't escaped his clutches yet. Even now, he's here. All I can do for now is act as if I don't know. Is my fake smile believable enough?

It has been a month since I woke up from my haze, with each day it becomes harder to remember who I was. With that in mind I've decided to chronicle my experiences as a woman, after all, it's all I have now. So, here goes nothing, or I guess, everything.

Five years ago I was turned into my so called friend's dream girl, to this day I'm not sure why or how he changed me. Over these past few years I have done things that I never would have dreamed of doing. Some were good, like the dates he used to take me on where he treated me like a woman. Some were bad, in this category lies all the times I'm been little more than a sex doll to be used by him. However, I cannot bring myself to hate these past years, it's as if I don't have the capacity to do so. To a degree, I enjoyed it. Every time he forced me to my knees or onto my back I should have felt disgusted or at least looking back now I should. I don't though, The pleasure I felt is so much that I cannot hate him, or what he's done.

Just as I finished writing this section he entered our room where I had been hiding away.

"It's good to finally see you again"

"What could you possibly mean? You saw me this morning silly."

"Yes, I did, I wasn't sure it was you though. Now I am. There's no use in continuing this charade."

"What gave me away?"

"Little things, for a month or so you hesitate on things that before she had no problem doing."

"Well, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm going to ask you."

"Of course, and I do have an answer."

"I sure hope it's a good one. I'm not sure you can explain this away."

He explained to me that five years ago he found that I wrote and read TG captions. Seeing that he thought that turning me into a woman would be a dream come true. He admitted that he was wrong seeing as it took so long for me to awaken. Apparently whatever he did (He tried explaining it but all I got was something about a magic rock) was made to replace me with my female form until my male side had accepted that I was a woman now. In theory, I should've awoken after only a few days. He apologized profusely claiming that he did really intend to help me. He then left me to think things through after explaining that he did not believe I could ever change back.

I was so mad, so immensely mad. Not at him though. I was mad at myself for being so careless as to have my little hobby discovered. The truth is, I had grown to love him, I've had many opportunities over this past month to leave but I didn't. At first I believed that I was not in control, but that was wrong, I was always in control. I didn't want to leave, not truly. With that in mind I stopped transcribing by little torture journal and I went to the man who had taken so much from me, but had also managed to give me so much more.

A Nerd Can Dream

I loved Comic-con. I have loved it for a long time. Seeing all the people in costumes or just having a good time with friends or family. It was something to behold. Especially the cosplayers. There was just something about the dedication required to hand craft a costume and perfect a personality. It was astounding. I envied them, truly. With every part of me I envied them. The art of the performance. It was all just so beautiful to me. Truthfully though, what really got to me were the female cosplayers. Not for the reason you might think. Don't get me wrong, I admired their beauty, but that's not what did it for me. You see, I was a crossdresser. I wasn't transgender, no, but I loved the female form. I envied it. I wanted to be like them. Not because I felt like I was meant to be a woman, but because it felt good when I was one. Well, when I looked like one.

When I say looked like one I really meant it. I had all but perfected makeup and I kept my hair long. Luckily, I also had a fairly effeminate frame. All of that together meant that I could pass for a girl with relative ease. A fairly attractive one at that. Though, I had never been able to combine my envy with my passion. That was going to change. More than anything else I wanted to know that feeling. I wanted to feel the gratification of being at a con in full costume performing for everyone. That's why after last year's con I immediately started working on a Fiora cosplay. She was a great character from one of my favorite games League and her full suit of armor made it easier to hide my true features. Additionally I could add some cleavage and if I played my cards right with some clever stuffing there'd be no way anyone could find me out unless I wanted them to. As such, I started working.

I spent the next year painstakingly crafting my costume. From the cape to the armor I spared no detail. In the end I had made something far better than I had even thought I could. It was incredible, I had done the very thing that I had spent years admiring. Well, part of it at least. Once completing the costume I endeavored to perfect Fiora's mannerisms and accent. Eventually, I got myself up to a standard that I was proud of and all that was left was to actually go to the con.



With the costume on in addition to a stuffed chest piece you'd be hard pressed to see through my deception. Though, it wasn't enough. After a fun filled few hours I encountered someone I knew, John. It was so odd. He wasn't really into cons but for some reason he was there and to my horror he recognized me. To this day I can't tell you how, but, in the end, that's not what's important about this meeting.

"I always knew you had a secret hobby Alex."

I tried my best to play it off but he saw right through me. "I don't know what you're talking about, who's Alex?"

"Cut the shit. I know it's you. Don't worry though, I'm here to help."

I had no idea what that meant but I could've sworn I saw his eyes glow and I felt like he stared directly into my soul. After that he just left. I spent the rest of that day feeling sick. It got so bad that I had to leave early to go back to my hotel room as to not deposit my lunch onto my costume. I threw up 4 times in as any hours and I started getting really upset thinking that I'd have to sit out the rest of the con. Eventually, I just laid down hoping that I'd be better by morning. I didn't get much sleep that night. My body felt like it was on fire, and every 30 minutes it would feel like someone was molding my flesh like clay. I was in immense pain until about 3 AM when suddenly it all stopped. I went from the worst pain I'd ever felt to perfectly fine within an instant. I took my opportunity at that point and fell asleep soon after.

The next morning I woke up a bit groggy with the sheets feeling wet. I quickly got up and nearly fell over in the process. Everything felt different. I felt... softer... daintier. I felt more feminine. It even felt like... Before I could finish my thought I reached up to my chest and cupped what seemed to be breasts. What the hell? I made my way to the bathroom and was met with the biggest shock of my life. I was... a woman? How..? Just as soon as I asked the question I knew the answer. It was him. John. What had he done? That's when I heard a knock and then a voice from my hotel door.

"Oh Alexis, come let me in."

I didn't know what else to do honestly. I needed answers and leaving him out in the hallway wasn't going to get me those.

"Ah, there you are. You're welcome by the way."

"What... how... why..."

"Shhhhhh, now's not the time for questions, now's the time for you to get acquainted with your new body."

I saw his eyes glow again and in that moment I lost control. My hand moved on its own and began rubbing my newly acquired clit before plunging a couple fingers into my delicate sex.

"You certainly turned out nice, that's thanks to you though of course. I based your new form off your costume. Good job on that by the way."

Every time I began to ask a question I couldn't. All I could do was softly moan as my hand pleasured me in ways that I'd never dreamed off.

"I have to say that I prefer this to the old you. Before you were hardly a man and, though, I could have fixed that by making you more masculine it was clear that you'd enjoy this more."

"This feels so weird." Wait, why did that come out? Was I just not allowed to ask questions?

"I bet it does. Though, I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"I've been crossdressing for a long time but I never wanted to be a girl."

"Oh my sweet Alexis, I'm sure you know that's not true. Here, I'll prove it"

Once again his eyes glowed but this time, nothing happened.

"Now, as you can see, you're still very much a woman."

And? Oh right, no questions.

"Well, I suppose I'll answer your question this time. I looked into you and made you into the person you feel you truly are... I'm sure you can piece together the rest from there."

Surely he was lying. I knew myself. I knew that I didn't want to be a woman. I knew that I wanted to suck his cock and fuck him for hours. Uhm... What? What had I... He must have messed with my head to make me think like that.

"Really? You think I'm that sadistic? I thought we were friends."

"You turned me into a girl somehow and now you're making me masturbate like a cam girl for you... Yeah, I'd say you're a little sadistic."

"You have a point there. I should just let you do what you want to do."

His eyes glowed again and this time I knew exactly what he had done. My arm stopped working my pussy and I felt my mouth watering as he pulled his shorts down.

"Go ahead, have it your way."

I couldn't help myself. I didn't lose control like I had before, but, there was nothing I could do to stop myself. I slowly crawled over to John before hesitantly taking his cock into my mouth. Try as I might I couldn't hate that feeling. I had another man's cock in my mouth and I couldn't so much as feel disgusted. I let my body do what it wanted. I found myself playing with that cock for a long time. Somewhere along the line I started enjoying it. I truly started to enjoy not only the taste but the feeling of having his sex glide through my lips and over my tongue. Absentmindedly, I began to play with my womanhood again and felt something inside me slowly building. Before too long soft moans began escaping despite the cock occupying my mouth.

"Stop!"

I froze. I didn't even look at him, not that I could, though I didn't see it I'm sure he used his power, it was the only explanation as to why I couldn't so much as blink right now.

"You were enjoying that weren't you? Oh yeah, you can move now but, no touching yourself, we'll get to that shortly."

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"Hmmm, it's a good question for sure, I'd ask the same if I was in your situation. I'm not terribly sure that you'll like the answer though."

"I assure you that after being forced to suck you off I want answers."

"You asked for it. Well, my dear Alexis, what I want from you is simple. I want you to stop lying to yourself."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I want you to accept that I'm just here to help you accept who you truly are. For instance, I just let you have your way with my cock, something that you desperately wanted."

"You're an asshole! You made me do that just like you made me finger myself!"

He sighed heavily. "Oh Alexis, we have a long way to go don't we? How about this, I'll let you prove it to yourself. First things first, though, I loved your costume, I feel that had you been who you were truly meant to be you'd have chosen something a little different."

I watched as his eyes glowed and felt him dress me in his mind.

"Go ahead, admire your creation. I made it based on the ideas rushing through that beautiful head of yours."



I stared into the mirror in horror. He could see my thoughts. That was clear to me now. I took in every inch of the costume that I now wore and examined it carefully. Every single detail. I had thought of them. I was wearing what I could only describe as a grown up version of Annie from League. It was the very thing that I wanted to make but knew I could never pull off believably.

"Now that you've got what you really wanted to wear, go to the con. Experience that which you have craved for so long. I'll wait here."

I did as he told me and left my hotel, not that I had much of a choice. I roamed the convention center aimlessly for a while before I decided that I'd better at least make the best of my awful situation. After that I started opening up. I put on the best damn performance I could muster given I had no practice. I skipped around and did my best to emulate the voice of an older Annie. I knew the lines as she was my favorite character so that wasn't a problem. I hit a stride after about 10 minutes and I stopped worrying about what had happened to me. That day, as Annie, as a woman, was the best of my life. I felt good, great even. Not even John could take away that day from me, then again, he was the one who gave it to me. Once everything started wrapping up for the day I began dreading the night I had ahead of me. I wanted to run, I really did. Sure I'd probably be stuck as a woman but, did I really care? Was that any worse than what John had in store for me? I felt compelled to return though, no doubt this was his doing, but, in the end, that didn't matter.

"Welcome back! How was your day? Oh, don't tell me, let me guess."

His eyes once again glowed and I waited for whatever he was doing to take effect.

"Oh, Alexis, don't worry, I'm just seeing your day. That's all for now, unless you want me to do something else that is."

"Can we just end this? If you change me back now I wont even be mad at you."

He sighed once again. "Alexis, what did I tell you? I just want you to be who you were mean to be."

"My name is Alex, not Alexis! I'm a man! All you're doing is making me your little plaything!"

"Looks like I'll have to resort to more drastic measures."

He eyes glowed once more and I felt as if I had been hit my a truck. I could hardly think but once I gathered myself I knew something was off.

"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why you feel like there is a horrible emptiness within you. Well, that's simple. I made you horny... really horny."

I couldn't believe him. Not because it didn't seem true but because I wasn't craving a woman. I wanted a man. I needed to be filled. He must have made me gay... or I guess... straight? Either way something was not right.

"What are we going to do here Alexis?"

"Nothing, you're just trying to turn me into your little slut. I don't like you, I don't like men, and I certainly don't like cock."

"Oh Alexis, I made no changes to your psyche. I simply made you horny."

I couldn't think straight. I needed to be taken. I needed him to take me. That is all I wanted. I wanted him to have his way with me.

"Fuck me."

"What was that? I must've misheard you."

"Fuck. Me."

"Y'know, it sounds like you want me to have sex with you. Is that what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes."

"No, I want to hear you say it."

"John, I want to have sex with you,"

"Atta girl."

His eyes glowed and I was suddenly on the bed, completely naked, with his cock ready to impale me.

"Now, just to make things..."

"Oh my god! Just make a woman out of me already!"





It was unreal just how good his cock made me feel. It was like nothing else I had ever experienced. After a while I didn't really want to be a man again, I never wanted that feeling to end, and if that meant living the rest of my life as this beautiful woman I was more than willing to make that trade.

"I told you this is who you were meant to be."





















I couldn't even respond, I was too absorbed in my pleasure. Maybe he was right though. Maybe I was meant to be this way. Either way, I was pretty certain that I never wanted to go back. He knew this of course and once he was just about ready to pop he stopped pistoning in and out of me and brought his beautiful cock up to my face where I eagerly finished him off.

"Well, now that you're convinced, I'll leave you to it. I've changed your whole wardrobe and made it so all of your previous costumes fit your new form. Enjoy the rest of the con."

"What? You're leaving? Why? I thought this was all about getting me to fall for you or something."

"Not at all, like I said, I just wanted you to see who you truly are"

And with that, he left. I didn't really know how to feel to be completely honest but I did know that this was going to be my best experience at a con by far.

(It has been a while. But, here it is. I finally got to writing and finished a story that I started months ago. I was beginning to think I never would, but, here it is. I really liked the idea for this one in my head, and I'm glad I was finally able to finish it. Now, for what I want to say. I kinda want some requests. I haven't done many but I feel like it might just get me writing again. I'm not going to be crazy and write every single one, but, if yours catches my eye I'll certainly try! ^_^)

Just One Taste

This is not the position I thought I would be in, that is for sure. I thought this would be like any other time. Dress up, go to a bar, get some free drinks, get hit on, jerk off in my dress, then go to sleep after getting cleaned up. Everything was going smoothly until I got back home and found my roommate chilling on the couch.

"Uh, who the hell are you?"

"Uh Alexis, I was here to hang out with Alex, we have a few classes together." Shit, Alexis, really? Why was he even here? He was supposed to be out of town.

"Oh, well, he's not home right now, you're welcome to stay and wait for him."

"I don't know, I don't really know you..."

"Come on, I wont bite."

"I guess... why not?" Why did I say that? I should just leave. I don't want him to figure out it's me.

Despite my better judgement I plopped down on the couch next to John and acted as if I was waiting for 'Alex' to get home. I tried to think of how to get out of this situation without raising suspicion, but, before I could think of anything John started making conversation.

"So, what classes do you have with Alex?"

"Uh, Physics, and Calculus."

"Beauty and brains then huh?"

I had been getting hit on all night but for some reason I couldn't help but blush when he called me beautiful. Maybe I was just too drunk but as we kept talking I found myself getting horny and I couldn't tell why. The problem was that my tuck job was getting harder to maintain since I was starting to get hard.

"Well, it doesn't look like Alex is going to make it, he must have forgotten, I'll get out of your hair."

Just as I got up to leave John grabbed my arm and pulled me into a deep kiss. I had never been kissed like this before, not as a man and certainly not as a woman, It was amazing. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I couldn't relish this moment for long though as I felt myself becoming rock hard and I had to do something before he found out who I really was. The only thing I could think to do to distract him from my cock was to play with his. Before we stopped locking lips I started unbuttoning his pants and stroking his quickly growing cock. As soon as he pulled his lips away from mine I knelt down. Instead of letting me get to work however he dragged me to his bedroom and onto his bed. Once there though he laid down with his cock on display. I couldn't help myself, it was like all of my inhibitions melted away as I crawled up to his crotch and began eagerly sucking his wonderful cock. 

"Oh, you're quite good at that Alex."

I didn't reply, I was too absorbed in my task, his cock was amazing, it ruled my world and I loved it. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure this cock for the rest of my days.

"Well, Alex, or as I'm sure you'll stick with, Alexis, I suppose I should explain what's happening. I've known about your little crossdressing fetish for quite some time now. Seeing as you enjoy hoping the gender fence and you make quite the beautiful woman I decided to make your change real. I'm sure you'll have noticed now how much you really like the taste of cock. What you may not have noticed is that those breast forms are now actual breasts, oh yeah, and you dick? It's probably just about gone, welcome to womanhood!"

I heard every word he said and though I should have been horrified I wasn't. I was happy. What need did I have for my dick anymore? His delicious cock was more than enough for the two of us. And if I didn't have a dick then I should probably have tits. With each passing moment I inched closer to what I truly wanted. His cum. I desperately wanted to taste his seed. I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted before. And after only a few short minutes I was granted just that. It was everything I had hoped for. As it hit my tongue I lost it. The warmth, the sweetness, the saltiness. It was perfect. All I wanted was more. Luckily, I was pretty sure that John would be more than willing to do that for me.

(I managed to write another story! I hope you enjoyed reading it and as always, Have a nice day! ^_^)

New Possibilities

It started out innocent enough. A simple bet between friends. We would each play a game of CoD and whoever ended up higher on the scoreboard in the end could make the loser do whatever they wanted for a full day. When I lost I knew John wouldn't go easy on me and damn was I right. Upon winning he decided that he wanted some arm candy and had me take a pill that turned me into a woman for the day. Luckily for me the pill he got wasn't intended for sexual encounters so I got to keep my dick which made me a little more comfortable with the situation given that he wouldn't try to get into my pants.



After a few short minutes this was the new me for the day. To be honest I was pretty upset when I first saw myself. I was pretty hot and honestly, I really just wanted to get into my own pants. If I was still a guy and saw this beautiful woman I would instantly go after her. In the end though, there was nothing to be done on that front. As such I started to get dressed which took quite a while. For one I was having to put on female clothes. More importantly however was my dick. I just, looked weird. I couldn't exactly place what was wrong with it. It was my dick after all, I had seen it my whole life. I tried to just push that aside explaining it away as only being because it was on an otherwise very feminine frame. As such I continued getting dressed but before too long my dick created another problem. I was super hard. Which would have been fine if it wasn't for the only choices of bottoms I had. The only panties my friend had left me to change into was a lacey thong and for 'pants' he left me a mini skirt and skinny jeans. The mini skirt was obviously not a choice as my dick just tented it out making it abundantly clear that, well, I had a dick. The jeans weren't quite as bad but it was still very obvious that I had a little something extra down there.

I was so caught up with the situation that I made my way to his room and without knocking, entered. That's when I saw John masturbating on his bed. 

"What the hell Alex? Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"I'm s...s...sorry I just... I... my dick... do you... uh... want some help with that?"

"What?"

"It's just... it looks like you could use a hand... or... mouth."

"What, are you gay now? Have you always been?"

"I... I don't know... maybe... I didn't... I just... can I... can I suck it?"

"I mean, I guess. If I'd had known you'd be this eager I may have gotten the full conversion pills."


















I had never seen a man in this way. Though, to be honest, I didn't care about that right now. All I cared about was one thing. John's cock. As I wrapped my eager lips around his already stiff member my own shaft became unbearably hard. In response, I began jerking myself off to the thought of sucking and fucking my friend. I wanted nothing more. We never did end up going out. He never got his arm candy. What he did get was a little sissy slut who was willing to do just about anything if it meant having another go at his cock.

Before my pill wore off I gave my friend a dozen blowjobs and he fucked my tight ass at least five times. As I watched my tits slip away and the rest of my body follow suit I made my way back to my friend's room.

"Alright, show me your cock."

"Uh... don't you think you've had enough? Plus, I'm not gay, so I'm definitely not going to fuck you as a guy."

"I'm not asking you to fuck me... yet. Just whip it out so I can see if my sudden cock obsession was the pill or not."

"Fine."

As he revealed the thing that ruled my world yesterday I was both excited and a bit sad. I was intimately familiar with every facet of his delicious cock. I didn't want to lunge at him though. I wasn't getting hard. I remembered everything I had done to that cock. I remembered the taste, the texture, the way it tickled the back of my throat, everything. I remembered wanting nothing more than to wrap my lips around that throbbing rod and never let go. Yet, now there was nothing. I was happy to be back to normal, but, part of me just wanted to feel the way I had when I first saw him on his bed. 

"So? Can I pull my pants up now?"

"Yeah, yeah, but uh, maybe we should invest in some more of those pills. Y'know, just in case."

At His Mercy

(Hi! Happy to see my little aside again? No? It's a little annoying? Oh. well, anyways, if that's what you believe you'll be happy to know that this will be my last story for a while! With school starting up and with "The Traveling Stone Pt. 8" being my worst caption in a while I've decided to take a break. That being said hopefully this is a bit better than my previous endeavor as it returns to the style of "Life is a Game" which was my most well received story, ever, I think. Thanks for that by the way. All that said I hope you enjoy the story and as always I hope you have a great day! ^_^)

"Let's get right to the point. I am a wizard. More specifically, I am a bored wizard." 

"A wizard? What, are you high, or do you just think I'm stupid?" A moment later he snapped his fingers and I felt as my body morphed into that of a woman's.

"Now that I've proven myself let's get back to my point. As I said, I am bored, as such I want to have a little fun."

"Fun? What the Hell? Change me back!" As a man that would of sounded threatening but now it didn't have anything to support it.

"Yes, fun. Whenever I see fit I will take the liberty of changing into another beautiful woman to satisfy my needs. Additionally you will be given a choice. Your choice will be simple. You will either masturbate in front of me, give me a blowjob, or fuck me."

"What do I get out of this? Am I just supposed to be your little slave for as long as you want?" Deep down part of me knew that was the most likely outcome and that thought honestly terrified me.

"Well, yes, if that is what you want. If by the end of my little game you wish to change back I will grant you that, and as consolation I'll make you rich."

With that I resolved myself to my new existence for the foreseeable future as I saw no way out. "Well, I'm definitely not going to fuck or blow you so I guess you'll get to watch my first female experience." Everything about that statement set me on edge. I hated that I was about to expose myself and then play with myself for this man that I had nothing but hatred for.



As soon as my hand touched my delicate womanhood my body exploded with pleasure. This feeling was amazing. How do girls not just lay around doing this all the time? 

"This is about the time that I let you in on a one more of this game's rules. With each choice a new mental or physical affect can be implemented. As I'm sure you can tell I've taken the opportunity to make you exceedingly sensitive to touch."

I hardly heard what he said over the sound of my moans. To be honest I didn't really care what he was saying. I was in heaven and nothing could bring me down. Not even seeing him pull out his cock could ruin my euphoria. So long as I was feeling this pleasure nothing else mattered. By the time he had cum I had been ravaged by too many orgasms to count and I was drunk off the pleasure. I say drunk because by the end of it all I could hardly control myself and when some of his cum landed on me I found myself entranced by it. It was just so warm and felt so good on my skin. Before too long I was playing with it. Everywhere it spread to just felt so right. Sadly, it soon lost it's heat and I was left cold. After that I went to go take a shower to get cleaned up.

As the water danced across my body I began to remember what the wizard had said whilst I screamed in ecstasy. Every little drop of water felt like a wave. It didn't hurt, but, when the drops landed on my new nipples I felt my body erupt. Again and again the water sent torrents of pleasure and was slowly making me unbelievably horny. I fell to the floor of the shower crippled by pleasure. This only made things worse for me though as the water began colliding with my sex and I lost all semblance of control. I was in that shower for so long that the water turned cold before I finally made it out. Soon after escaping that prison of delight I dragged myself to my new bed and quickly passed out exhausted by the evening's events.

That night was filled with wondrous images of sheer orgasmic delight as I dreamt of my female form having her way with a man. That all came to an end as I was awoken by something entering my womanhood.

"I can only image what dreams you must have had if you're this wet." 

"Get your hand out of there you perv!" 

"That's hardly the way you should speak to the man with your fate in his hands."

"You're right, I'm sorry. Just... don't do it again ok?"

"I doubt you'll maintain that outlook for long, but, very well. That being said you have another choice."

"You're crazy if you think I'll fuck, or even blow you, I'll take masturbation again."

"If that's what you want, be my guest. Let's spice things up a bit though shall we?"

With another snap a blue dildo appeared in my hands. "Why is it double sided? Are you planning on recruiting another man for your sick game?"

"There you are with that tone again. It's almost like you want to be punished. To answer your question though, I'm giving you an oral fixation."

Shit. Just as soon as he said it I felt a deep desire to have something in my mouth and somewhat to my horror the dildo looked like just the thing to satiate that craving.



I plunged the dildo into my sex and started working it in and out before I was overcome by my new cravings. At first I just licked the tip but once I did that I needed it in my mouth. It was just rubber but I wanted nothing more than to suck on it as if it was the most delicious thing I'd even tasted. Given my heightened sense of touch I'm sure that I was enjoying that more than I should have. Nevertheless, it was amazing. Feeling that thing glide through my lips and brush my tongue before colliding with the back of my throat was so satisfying. I hardly even paid attention to my pussy as I worked the dildo in my mouth; regardless, I still came an inordinate amount of times before he was finally finished. When his cum landed on me I remembered what happened the night before and knew that I couldn't go take a shower lest I be trapped by pleasure again. Consequently I went to wipe it off of me in hopes that I could postpone the need for a shower. As I touched it though an idea flashed into my head. Taste it, go on, what could it hurt? And so I did. Surprisingly, it wasn't awful. I didn't want to spit it out. In fact, I sorta liked it. I played with it on my tongue for a while before swallowing. Had I just done that? Had I just ate another man's cum? 

"Yeah, you did."

"What... what are you... talking about..?"

"You just ate my cum. Oh yeah, and you liked it"

"I'll repeat myself..."

"No, there is no need. I can read your mind. It's one of the perks that comes with my powers. Anyhow, I'll leave you with that thought for now."

I pushed that away. I knew that he wanted me to go crazy thinking about what had happened and I couldn't let him have his way. At least, not this time. Instead of playing directly into his hand I spent the majority of my day trying to curb the need to have something in my mouth. That inevitably led to more time with the dildo as something as simple as a light breeze made my pussy ache to be played with. 

"I see that you're getting ready of you next choice. Or... is it that maybe, you're just really enjoying being a girl?"

"Oh fuck you, you've given me the libido of a teenager."

"There's that tone again. I can't have you lashing out at me constantly. It kills the mood y'know? How about this, since you can't seem to grasp that I demand respect, you may only refer to me as Master from now on."

"You're insane Master!" Why did I even think that it would be a choice?

"I can't say that it's much of an improvement, but, an improvement no mater how small is still an improvement. Now, for that next choice. This time though since you need to learn a lesson, masturbation is off the table."

I should really keep my mouth shut. If I had I could just masturbate for Master. Really? I can only call him Master in my head too? Whatever, I'm over it. Nevertheless I still had a decision to make, and this time it was much harder. Which was worse? Should I suck Master's cock or should I let Master have sex with me? 

"I'd like to suck you cock Master." In the end I felt that if I wasn't receiving pleasure from a cock it wasn't as bad.



Soon after starting I decided to keep my eyes closed in hopes that I could just tell myself it was another dildo, an extremely realistic one, but a dildo nonetheless. That worked for a while, I even found myself enjoying it a bit due to the oral fixation. It all came crumbling down though when he began guiding my head along his shaft. I could no longer keep up my illusion of sucking a dildo after that. I didn't stop enjoying it though. Despite being very aware of the fact that I was sucking Master's cock, I truthfully enjoyed it. It's weird to say, but I did, the sensation was just as amazing as it had been with the dildo before and I was inexplicably beginning to like the taste. 

"By now you've likely figured what the change was this time."

"Mhmm" was all I could manage as he continued to use my mouth as a toy. Though with that statement I knew that Master made me enjoy the taste of his delicious manhood.

"Oh, no, that's not all my little plaything. I also made you crave it, and more specifically, my cum."

Soon after that he came and I discovered just how right Master was. I wanted his cum like I had never wanted anything else. I found it hard to even swallow as I knew that the taste would fade once I did so, and that prospect horrified me. I never wanted to let go of this taste, of this sensation, of this otherworldly pleasure that I was deriving from this cum. 

"Swallow."

NO! I felt my body act on it's own and was devastated as the last of his seed slipped down my throat. I needed more. I immediately latched back onto Master's cock in order to claim whatever was left but, no matter how hard I tried there was no more.

"Please, just let me blow you again. You have magic, you can cum as much as you want without fatigue right? Please, please, please, just give me more cum Master! I'm begging you, please!"

"Hmmm, what would I get out of it though? I mean, yeah, another blowjob, but what else? It seems like you'll end up with more."

"Anything, I'll do anything!" I was desperate. 

"I don't know... I can do just about anything myself with little to no effort."

"You can fuck me whenever you want!"

"What's to say I can't do that already?"

"I'm sure you can but that's not what you want. You want me to want it. Why else would you go through all this trouble Master."

"You're finally getting it huh? Well, as far as I see it you don't want to be fucked, you just want cum. No deal."

Those two words hit me harder than anything else. I was at Master's mercy and all he wanted to do was watch as I painfully waited for him to give me what I so desperately needed. Those next couple hours were hell. Nothing I did could get my mind off of Master's cock. I tried everything. Not even using the dildo in the shower could satiate me. After what felt like an eternity Master entered my room which by that point smelled of sex and desperation.

"I think it's about that time for your..."

I didn't even let him finish. "I'll blow you!"



"I can only imagine that your pussy is getting a little lonely while you blow me so, I'll have to remedy that."

I didn't even miss a beat. I watched as a dildo appeared in front of him and I swiftly mounted it before going to town on his masterful cock. All was right in the world at that point. I was no longer agonizing over when I'd next get my sweet treat. My pussy no longer ached for him. I no longer needed anything. I was at peace and nothing could top that feeling. I was pleasing my master and soon enough I'd get my reward. Well, soon is a relative term. Master would not cum for me so easily. It took me well over an hour before I finally had Master ready to burst. When he did though, everything changed. When his seed finally escaped into my eagerly awaiting mouth I was overwhelmed. It was better than I remembered and dare I say it was the best thing to ever grace my mouth. Below me a puddle had developed as I squirted upon tasting that sinfully sweet substance. Not even a minute later though I swallowed. 

"Master, I know you just came, but, would you fuck me? I think that's what I want now." 

"Certainly my love."



Those words were music to my ears. Just as soon as I heard them I had mounted his delightful cock and began slowly riding him. In that moment I felt everything change. Where a simple breeze could make me cum before I now felt something different. The sensation of impaling myself with this man's cock was wonderful but not overwhelming. Similarly I no longer wanted his cock in my mouth, I found the idea pleasing, but I didn't need it anymore. He had removed the affects placed on me during his little game. Why had he done that?

"Simple, our little game is over. Though you do have one more decision to make."

I didn't even reply. There was no point. If my continued endeavors on his cock didn't tell him he'd surely know by reading my mind that there was no way I'd return to being a man. I loved this too much. I loved him too much. I was his little slut forever and always and nothing else could make me happier.

The Traveling Stone Pt. 8

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