"You're late," his voice cut through the dim light of the room, a mix of authority and impatience. I stood at the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest, feeling the weight of his gaze on me.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir. Traffic was—"
"Silence," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "You know the rules. You're here to serve, not to make excuses."
I swallowed hard, stepping further into the room, the door clicking shut behind me with a finality that made my knees weak. The room was sparsely furnished, a large mirror dominating one wall, a single bed against another. The air was heavy with expectation.
"Undress," he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine.
My hands trembled as I obeyed, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, each movement deliberate under his watchful gaze. I slipped it off, revealing my smooth, hairless chest, then reached for the zipper of my jeans. The sound seemed loud in the quiet room as I slid it down, pushing my pants to the floor. I stood before him in just my underwear, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"Turn around," he instructed.
I did, feeling the cool air against my skin, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and something else—a thrill that pulsed through me, igniting a fire deep within.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice closer now. A hand touched my shoulder, guiding me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Tonight, you will learn what it truly means to be a sissy, to embrace the pleasure that comes from submission."
His words sent shokes of anticipation through me. I watched as he moved to a small cabinet, pulling out various items: cuffs, a blindfold, and… I gasped, recognizing the shape of dildos and plugs.
"No use pretending you don't know why you're here," he said, returning to stand in front of me. "You crave this, the touch of a strong man, the feel of being filled, used."
He was right, though admitting it felt like surrendering a part of myself. I nodded, unable to speak.
"Good girl," he praised, his fingers trailing down my cheek. "Now, let's begin your transformation."