i longed for the opportunity to serve the master sex and to learn to be more like the master sex. The MISTRESS called after reading my fantasy. SHE acknowledged that SHE had associates who believed as SHE did, that men were born to be at the feet of WOMEN and to be as feminine as was possible for a lowly male. They, SHE said, helped HER in HER breaking and training of HER slaves. SHE kept HER best slaves and let HER friends have the one's SHE did not deem worthy of HER. They had formed an informal group of the master sex with the purpose of finding and cultivating slaves for their enjoyment and transformation.
It is their custom, with new recruits, to put the potential slave through testing, to see if the slave would qualify for their training. Towards that end, i was advised that if i made the commitment to HER that i would belong to HER and that i would obey HER without fail. If i did not follow HER instructions to the letter, then i would be dropped from the program immediately, there would be no second chances or excuses. The MISTRESS asked me quite a few questions, as to my expectations for service and my transformation into a sissy slut slave.
i was told that i would be contacted, after my initial phone interview. Several days later i received a letter, sent to my work address, from HER. SHE informed me that due to my deep interest in becoming a transformed slut slave, i would be subject to a more extensive initial training process.
MISTRESS, in HER letter, informed me that SHE was in need of a few more feminized slaves. A male who could experience some of the beauty of being female fully realizing that no lowly male could have any empathy with the most worthy female gender. i was given specific instructions in the letter and told that if I completed all of the tasks then i would merit further consideration for entry into HER full slave transformation and training process.
The letter required me to go to a local shopping mall at exactly noon on the upcoming Friday afternoon. Unbeknownst to me, there was a home show at the mall and it was crowded with displays and people. i was to go to the Victoria Secrets store and purchase a pair of panties for myself, pink. i was to also purchase matching pink thigh-high stockings. Then i was directed to the men's department of the Lazarus store. i was to pick out some pants and go into the dressing room and change into my panties and stockings, replacing my male underwear and socks in the Victoria Secrets bag. It was very embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time, knowing i was beginning my transformation in a men's dressing room. The doors did not close all the way and the walls were three feet off the floor. There was no problem for the other men trying on clothes to see me put on the pink hose. There looks confirmed what they saw as i exited the dressing room.
Next i was to go to the drug store in the mall and ask the clerk to help me find a box of super absorbent tampons and a box of maxi pads. Before purchasing these items, i also needed to purchase a package of rubbers. i was bright red at the check out counter paying for these three items. i could hear the snickers from the female clerk who helped me find the tampons. As embarrassed as i was, i knew that males needed to be humbled and was comforted in the thought that i was showing my obedience to my MISTRESS PATTY. i continually felt that i was being watched and could only imagine that MISTRESS PATTY had someone making sure that i was being obedient.
The letter then instructed me to use the restroom in the Sears store to put the tampon in my worthless slave asshole, to put the maxi-pad on my panties and to put a condom on my slave shaft. i was to carry the boxes from the drugstore, in there almost see through bag, so that anyone looking could have easily read what i was carrying. The looks were numerous and my embarrassment continued to mount to a point of permanence. All the while i remembered MISTRESS PATTY and i wanted to obey HER every command.
The next instruction was to go to the pet store in the mall and buy a dog collar large enough to fit my slave neck. i was to make sure and try it on in the store to assure that it fit. It was very humiliating to try on the collars to find the right size, most of the people in the store were watching me by the time that i found the right one. my face was a permanent crimson by this time and my devotion to my MISTRESS was continually increasing. All i could think of was to follow the instructions so that i could be afforded the opportunity to be transformed into the female slave i knew i was born to be.
The letter then advised me to call a phone number and ask for further instructions, i was told to use a specific phone at the mall. The phone was near the main aisle and was the one closest to the shoppers, there was no privacy. i dialed the number and the voice asked simply "is this that worthless sissy slave at the mall?" i replied that it was. The voice told me to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt collar and attach the dog collar. i was standing at the pay phone in clear view of all of the people walking in the mall. The voice new what color suit, shirt and tie i had on. There WAS someone watching and keeping track of my obedience.
The voice then informed me that a slave never looks at people, especially women, in the face. my eyes were to be downcast, as was my head. i was to look totally subservient as i walked in the mall. If i was seen looking at anyone's face as i walked, then my next instructions would not be given and i was dismissed permanently. i immediately lowered my gaze and my head as i finished the conversation on the phone. If someone was watching me, i would never know it.
The voice then said SHE was pleased that i was following directions so well. At this rate, SHE knew that i would make a nice feminized slave for HER. i was then told to go to a certain ladies store that specialized in larger women. i was to ask the sales clerk for help in locating a pink bra that would fit me. Then i was to go to the men's fitting room at Penney's and put on the bra. Afterwards, i was to sit in a particular seat in the middle of the mall and wait exactly two minutes and then i was to take off my suit coat. i would then receive new instructions, I was to not put my suit coat back on until instructed to do so.
my heart pounded with anticipation and excitement as i went to the women's store. i began looking at the bras, my first bra, and waited for a sales clerk to see if i needed assistance. i had no idea what size or how to buy a bra that would fit me. i simply explained to the sales clerk that i needed a bra to fit a lady with a chest about the size of mine. The sales clerk couldn't help but notice the dog collar around my neck, then she could see the pink hose peeking out between the bottom of my pant leg and the top of my shoe. i never realized just how embarrassed and humiliated a person could become. i knew that my face had been crimson for a long time now but i could feel it getting hotter and deeper red. i knew that my transformation had begun and that there would be no turning back, i needed to feminized.
The sales clerk smiled broadly and told me to put down my packages. It was obvious that SHE saw the opened boxes of tampons and maxi-pads i had been carrying. SHE told me to remove my coat so as to properly fit my size chest. The bras were in a corner but SHE easily moved me toward the center of the store and in view of all of the customers, all of whom were FEMALE. i was growing more and more appreciative of the superiority of all WOMEN. SHE brought three pink bras and wrapped each of them around my chest and hooked them in the back. SHE seemed to leave each of them on for a very long period of time while SHE checked the fit. Finally, SHE decided that the second one was the best fit and put it back on me. Then SHE asked for a second opinion from HER co-worker. They both seemed to have a cruel smile on their faces and i knew for sure that i was inferior to them and all women.
i left the store and went to the designated fitting room in Penney's. i had to take off my coat, tie and shirt to put on the bra. After getting dressed again, i left the fitting room feeling very feminine. i went to the seat and waited the two minutes, then i took off my suit coat and placed it in my lap.
Anyone who cared to look could easily view the pink bra showing through my white shirt. The dog collar was also easily seen, looking down my leg would give the view of the pink hose peeking out. i thought of how feminine i felt and how wonderful it was and i thought of serving MISTRESS PATTY and obeying HER commands as her female slut slave. i did not look at anyone's face as i sat there.
i was stunned to hear my name paged over the intercom for the entire mall. i was being summoned to the information desk for a message. With my coat in my arm and my packages in my other hand, i approached the lady at the information counter. my worthless slave cock was rock hard and my face was crimson as i told her that she had paged me. SHE gave me a letter with my name on it. i sat down to read it.
MISTRESS PATTY was pleased with my obedience so far. SHE said in her letter that i had been very obedient so far. The letter contained my final instructions. i was to go into the cosmetic department of the department store and purchase a tube of pink lipstick. Then i was to put the lipstick on in the bathroom of the mall which happened to be as far from the exit where my car was parked as it could be. i was to then immediately exit the mall to my car. my car was to be moved into the first open space on the row which led into the main doors of the mall. i had exactly seven minutes to do this. The letter told me to begin walking while i read the final instructions on the second page.
i began walking and opened the second page. Once in the car, parked where i was told, i was to remove my worthless cock and stroke myself to ejaculation. The car was to be turned off and all of the windows were to be rolled up, it was about 85 degrees out. i was to keep my eyes closed during this period and once i filled the rubber with my worthless cum, i was to count to 100 slowly before opening my eyes. This was the end of the instructions.
i had walked to the store while i finished reading this. I quickly bought the lipstick and went to the restroom. There were two other men in there when i got there. my time was running short and i really couldn't wait for them to leave and still make my time deadline. The thought of being late or disobeying at this time never entered my mind. i pulled out the lipstick and put it on in front of these two stunned men. i left before they could say anything. Walking through the mall, i could feel all of the people looking at me. However, with my eyes and head downcast, i could not confirm this feeling.
i quickly got into the car and went to the designated row. The first open space was about fifteen cars from the end of the row. i would be clearly visible to passers-by and anyone entering one of the vehicles on either side of me. Without hesitation i took out my slimy slave cock and began jacking off. my eyes were closed and i was acutely aware of all of the sounds of people around the car. my only thoughts were on my MISTRESS and obeying HER. After reaching a very quick ejaculation, i began to slowly count to 100. The heat in the car was stifling, with the windows closed and my body heat and the sun pouring in through the windows, i was in a profuse sweat. i could feel the pattern of the nylons on my still hairy legs and the tightens of the bra strap around my chest. These feelings were divine.
After reaching 100, i opened my eyes and saw a note taped to my window. It said that i had passed my initial test. i was to remove the cum filled rubber and put it directly into my mouth and chew on it like gum. i did as instructed, without hesitation, i knew that i was now HERS completely. The taste was terrible but now i knew how WOMEN feel when they are required to taste this disgusting male excrement. my final instructions were to drive to a convenience store and use their outside phone booth to call MISTRESS PATTY.
i reached the store and called the number on the note. SHE answered and told me that SHE was proud of the way i obeyed HER instructions. SHE told me that SHE and HER friends would review the still pictures they had taken along with the video tape of me trying on the bras and beating off in my car. If the pictures amused them, then they would make their final determination of my worthiness to serve THEM. i thanked HER for this opportunity and begged HER to give me every consideration.
i have really learned the lessons of my humility, my male worthlessness, and my need to be feminized by HER. i now know that men were made to be the sissy slut slaves OF all WOMEN, BY all WOMEN. There is no question that my place is at the feet of a Dominant WOMAN, dressed as the slut slave i am, doing HER bidding and amusing HER for HER pleasure and enjoyment. i am writing this to both inform YOU on my entry into sissy slavedom and in hopes of finding a new FEMALE OWNER.
