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My Transformation
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@DianeCuck - As always, an amazing transitional story... Looking forward to hearing more.
@DianeCuck - As always, an amazing transitional story... Looking forward to hearing more.
Great story....wondering how much is actually real. As I am a very visual person, It would be very helpful if there were pictures that showed the beginning, middle and complete transformation. I know that most aspiring sissies (consciously or sub consciously) need that positive nudge to keep us moving forward toward our ultimate goal..great story and thank you Diane
After close to a year of being Master’s girls we had settle into a rhythm. Things had settle down in a sense of us being used by him became second nature and we loved every moment. I have become a gym slut at this point, when I would go I would work out and then some of the guys would give me a treat. My love for men have grown beyond Master to any strong black man that knew how to use a girl, and I loved playing that part for them.
I have been wearing all woman’s clothing for close to 6 months now. Even at work it was woman’s pants, blouses, shoes. Panties and bras always worn, my breast after about a year and a half on hormones were very perky A cups. My weight loss continued till I was at about 130 pounds compared to the 210 that I was a lifetime ago before I met our master.
My mannerisms, voice, and persona was now dominated by diane, the man I spent so many years building up and pretending to be was dying off with every day and everytime a real man’s cock was inside me, feeding me, his cum over powering me and leaving a woman in its place. My days at work was preoccupied with thoughts of master and his friends and their cocks. I would sneak off to the bathroom and play with my nipples while jerking off my 4” clit. It was becoming more and more difficult to stay erect but with just thoughts of real cocks it would stay erect for me to produce weak sperm that I would lick off my hands.
My work was suffering, I was making mistakes with accounts and over the year was given warnings about my performance. It shouldn’t have been a surprised when I was called into HR but it was still shocking and scary for me. I walked in and the head of HR was there along with my supervisor and his boss. They looked at me and went through a list of mistakes and missed deadlines that I have had over the year. I knew the reason being my obsession with my master and my new life. I was told to clean out my desk and leave.
In a dreamlike state I went through my desk putting things into a bankers box that I thought I might have needed but even though I have spent 15 years at my job there was not much that I wanted to take home. I got to my car and I broke down crying. The first thing I did was to call Master. I told him through my tears how I just got fired from my job and it was close to Christmas and I was worried about the house and money now since I was out of work.
Master rushed over and told me to get into his car. There I started to cry again and he hugged me. Being held in his arms in the parking deck made me feel safe. I looked up at him and felt safe. I no longer worried about what the future held because I was with my Master and he was there to protect me. I kissed him and he grabbed me, kissing me back and harder. My nipples and clit got hard by having him treat me like his woman.
I felt his cock harden in his pants, the hunger over taking me. No more crying but lust filled me. I pulled down his sweat pants and his underwear and his cock was already 8” pointing right at me. I dove down on it, having it engulfed by my mouth, savoring the sweat and musty small emanating from it. Two years ago I was a sad man working in a job that I had no passion. Now here I was sucking my black Master’s cock with more passion than I had for a job, my wife or even my life. Feeling his had pushing my head down was reassuring, just like when he held me when I was crying only about 10 minutes before. His other free hand went down to my breasts, now about an A cup. Just playing with them with me sucking him already made me cream my panties.
He told me to get out of the car and go to the back seat. He puts his cock away and follows me. I have the door open and I’m bent over. He starts to palm and play with my ass through my woman’s dress slacks. Here we were in public and him openly playing with my ass in a place I worked at less than an hour ago. While playing with my ass he asks me if I am a man. I said no, that I am his girl. He said damn right, that I am not a man. A real man wouldn’t be in my position and jobless. That I have no future without him. He tells me to beg him to take care of my wife and son since I am not a man and we need a real man. I do as told and feel his cock against my clothed ass.
Master then grabs the top of my pants. I thought he was going to push them down. He instead rips them in half telling me that bitches like me should never be in pants. I say yes, Master. He asks me to beg for his cock. I do. He then pulls down my panties, takes out my plug that I was wearing and he stuck that in my mouth and he started to fuck me in the back of his car in the parking garage of my former employers.
He fucks me for about 10 minutes, when he cummed inside my ass pussy my clit cums again. Quickly afterwards he takes me from outside of the backseat, my panties now up. He hugs and kisses me while I’m there in panties, garters and stockings, ******* and pant less. He tells me that he will meet me at my house and that I don’t have to worry about anything. That he will take care of us.
I have been wearing all woman’s clothing for close to 6 months now. Even at work it was woman’s pants, blouses, shoes. Panties and bras always worn, my breast after about a year and a half on hormones were very perky A cups. My weight loss continued till I was at about 130 pounds compared to the 210 that I was a lifetime ago before I met our master.
My mannerisms, voice, and persona was now dominated by diane, the man I spent so many years building up and pretending to be was dying off with every day and everytime a real man’s cock was inside me, feeding me, his cum over powering me and leaving a woman in its place. My days at work was preoccupied with thoughts of master and his friends and their cocks. I would sneak off to the bathroom and play with my nipples while jerking off my 4” clit. It was becoming more and more difficult to stay erect but with just thoughts of real cocks it would stay erect for me to produce weak sperm that I would lick off my hands.
My work was suffering, I was making mistakes with accounts and over the year was given warnings about my performance. It shouldn’t have been a surprised when I was called into HR but it was still shocking and scary for me. I walked in and the head of HR was there along with my supervisor and his boss. They looked at me and went through a list of mistakes and missed deadlines that I have had over the year. I knew the reason being my obsession with my master and my new life. I was told to clean out my desk and leave.
In a dreamlike state I went through my desk putting things into a bankers box that I thought I might have needed but even though I have spent 15 years at my job there was not much that I wanted to take home. I got to my car and I broke down crying. The first thing I did was to call Master. I told him through my tears how I just got fired from my job and it was close to Christmas and I was worried about the house and money now since I was out of work.
Master rushed over and told me to get into his car. There I started to cry again and he hugged me. Being held in his arms in the parking deck made me feel safe. I looked up at him and felt safe. I no longer worried about what the future held because I was with my Master and he was there to protect me. I kissed him and he grabbed me, kissing me back and harder. My nipples and clit got hard by having him treat me like his woman.
I felt his cock harden in his pants, the hunger over taking me. No more crying but lust filled me. I pulled down his sweat pants and his underwear and his cock was already 8” pointing right at me. I dove down on it, having it engulfed by my mouth, savoring the sweat and musty small emanating from it. Two years ago I was a sad man working in a job that I had no passion. Now here I was sucking my black Master’s cock with more passion than I had for a job, my wife or even my life. Feeling his had pushing my head down was reassuring, just like when he held me when I was crying only about 10 minutes before. His other free hand went down to my breasts, now about an A cup. Just playing with them with me sucking him already made me cream my panties.
He told me to get out of the car and go to the back seat. He puts his cock away and follows me. I have the door open and I’m bent over. He starts to palm and play with my ass through my woman’s dress slacks. Here we were in public and him openly playing with my ass in a place I worked at less than an hour ago. While playing with my ass he asks me if I am a man. I said no, that I am his girl. He said damn right, that I am not a man. A real man wouldn’t be in my position and jobless. That I have no future without him. He tells me to beg him to take care of my wife and son since I am not a man and we need a real man. I do as told and feel his cock against my clothed ass.
Master then grabs the top of my pants. I thought he was going to push them down. He instead rips them in half telling me that bitches like me should never be in pants. I say yes, Master. He asks me to beg for his cock. I do. He then pulls down my panties, takes out my plug that I was wearing and he stuck that in my mouth and he started to fuck me in the back of his car in the parking garage of my former employers.
He fucks me for about 10 minutes, when he cummed inside my ass pussy my clit cums again. Quickly afterwards he takes me from outside of the backseat, my panties now up. He hugs and kisses me while I’m there in panties, garters and stockings, ******* and pant less. He tells me that he will meet me at my house and that I don’t have to worry about anything. That he will take care of us.
@DianeCuck - Thank you for the follow up.
Thanks for your description, DianeCuck, of the adverse affects on your job performance and the negative response of your employers with regards to your transition to becoming a feminized sissy cuckold. It's unusual to find such descriptions among accounts by other men regarding their decisions and subsequent actions to become feminized sissies, and/or feminized sissy cuckolds.DianeCuck said:
Like others, no doubt, I would appreciate an update regarding your present situation, and the present situation of the muscular black man who has become, in essence, your and your wife's owner. Since he is a gym owner, and since gym's are taking severe financial hits as people avoid them in their efforts to maintain appropriate "social distancing" durirng the coronavirus / COVID - 19 pandemic (this being late-Oct. 2020), is your wife's and your black lover and owner, who said he would "take care of you," still in business....?
Custer Laststand said:
Thank you for your concern about master being able to take care of us. We have been with him for 20 years now and during that time he has grown his business into 3 gyms, rental commercial properties and rental homes in the Orlando area. Things gyms were closed for a while but they reopened in the summer. Master had a good amount saved and invested in other things so we're not hurting. Some of his tennets are hurting but he's working it out with them.
You're welcome, DianeCuck.DianeCuck said:
That's amazing. Thanks for reminding us (the forum members) how long it's been since the events occurred that you described in your previous posts. Your and your wife's relationship with your black master and owner has been very stable. I congratulate you for that. Did your feminization continue proceeding well after you were fired from your job about 20 years ago? Did you become fully feminized as a sissy cuckold, such that you are indistinguishable from a woman both at home and when you're out and about? How do you dress, typically, when you're out and about?DianeCuck said:
Excellent. That's very impressive.DianeCuck said:
That's good to hear. Your black master and owner has demonstrated excellent foresight and prudence that has enabled him, and thus you and your wife, to survive the present time of economic stress (due to the coronavirus / coven-19, this being late Oct. 2020). And, it's good to hear he's working things out with his tenants who are having financial problems (as opposed to evicting them).DianeCuck said:
Thank you for filling in the above important aspects of your, your wife's, your wife's children's (sired by your black master), and your black master and owner's lives, including reminding us (i.e., the forum) how long ago the events occurred that you described in your interesting previous posts.
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