How I Was Made a Sex Slave

We met at an internet cafe. She was sitting at the next computer chatting on Skype, and I was browsing porn sites. Our computer time ran out at the same moment, and we both went outside. She—a beautiful girl about twenty years old, with small breasts, in tight jeans and a pink t-shirt—immediately appealed to me, and to start a conversation, I asked her for a cigarette. She didn't smoke.

"So, are you seriously interested in transsexuals?" she asked in turn. "I saw what kind of sites you were browsing."

"Yes," I replied. "Girls with dicks turn me on."

"Me too."

That's how we met. Her name was Natasha, and

she lived not far from the internet cafe. She invited me to her place.

We entered her apartment, and Natasha called out:

"Mom, Lenochka, are you home?"

There was no answer, and Natasha led me to the rooms.

"This is my mom's room, and this one is ours. Look, what a big bed!"

We sat down next to each other, and I took Natasha's hand. We looked at each other for a few seconds, then I put my arm around her waist, and we started kissing. I began to unbutton her jeans, but she asked:

"Wait. Let's change clothes."

She took two bags from the closet, gave one to me, and took the other to the next room.

"Get changed, everything you need is in there," her gentle voice reached me.

I opened the bag; inside was pink women's lingerie. Stockings, a garter belt, a bra, and panties consisting of a triangle in front and a thin string in the back. This really turned me on, and I started hurriedly changing. I hadn't finished when the door opened, and a beautiful girl in the same lingerie, but white, entered the room.

"It's me, your Natasha," the girl said. And then I noticed that her panties were bulging, just like mine. She had a dick! I had dreamed so much of meeting a trans girl, and now my dream had come true.

We hugged and started kissing. Then Natasha asked me to turn my back to her, and I did as she asked. Nimble fingers smeared some cream on my anus, and then something hard slipped into my ass.

"Don't worry, it's just a butt plug," Natasha explained. "You're such a sweetie! We need to stretch your ass so we can make love freely."

We lay down on the bed and started kissing. Natasha was jerking my dick, and I also slipped my hand into her panties and began caressing her phallus. Her dick was twice as thick as mine.

"Let's get into a 69 position," Natasha asked.

"Let's!"

We lay down so that my dick was at Natasha's lips, and her dick was in front of me, and we started sucking each other off. I took the head of the girl's dick into my mouth and began licking it with circular motions of my tongue. Natasha slid her mouth onto my shaft and played with my balls. Soon she came in my mouth with a generous portion of cum. I almost choked but diligently swallowed everything Natasha shot. Then I licked her dick and balls clean.

All this time, she continued giving me a blowjob while simultaneously moving the plug in my ass. After a minute, I came too, and Natasha also swallowed my cum. We rested for a while, and then Natasha asked:

"Well, who's going to fuck who first?"

"Let's see who gets hard first, that person gets to fuck," I suggested.

"Then let's watch some porn."

Natasha jumped off the bed, took a DVD from the cabinet, and put it in the player. The movie started. I was immediately turned on by the plot about four transsexuals taking turns fucking one guy. We settled next to each other on the pillow and vigorously jerked our dicks, trying to get them hard as soon as possible. Mine got hard first, and Natasha, moving the string of her panties aside from her ass, demonstrated her well-stretched anus:

"See how wide my hole is? I want you to have one like this too, so you can always take my dick."

"Yes, Natasha, my love, if you want," I whispered, stroking her buttocks. Natasha moaned:

"Quickly, fuck me! Can't you see—my ass can't wait any longer!"

I took her by the hips and, placing the head of my dick against her anus, thrust forward hard. Natasha cried out and started masturbating. I began to impale her on my dick, pressing against her ass. Natasha straightened up, I pulled her close, and we started kissing.

After a couple of minutes, I suggested changing positions. I lay on my back, and Natasha sat down on my dick facing me. She bounced on me while simultaneously jerking herself off. I watched this beautiful sight and eagerly waited for her to come. Soon her dick shot a stream of cum onto my stomach, then another, and another.

I smeared her jizz over my body and, unable to hold back any longer, filled Natasha's ass with my seed.

We rested again, and then Natasha, whose dick had gotten hard again, asked me to lie on my back and lift my legs high. My asshole was open and defenseless. Natasha slowly removed the plug from me and quickly replaced it with her dick. It felt so good that I almost came again. Natasha, gently taking my dick and carefully massaging it, began moving inside me. After a few minutes, my beloved's dick began to pulse and shoot jets of hot cum into me. Natasha impaled me on her pole once more and started jerking me off hard. I came in her hand. Natasha licked up my discharge, leaned down to me, and we started kissing.

I could taste my own cum in her mouth, and I really liked it.

When we had rested a bit, I asked Natasha how it happened that she had rejected her male essence.

Here's what she told me:

I first felt sexual attraction to my mother when I was 15. That's where it all started.

One day I came home earlier than usual. The door to my mom's room was tightly closed. Lately, this had been normal: some friend I had never seen would come over to her.

Rhythmic creaking sounds came from behind the door. I listened and made out my mom's voice, interrupted by gasps:

"Yes, my love, more, fuck me, oh that's so good… Lenochka, take me, your slut, I'm yours, only yours…"

I didn't understand at first, but then I realized my mom was having lesbian sex. That's why I wasn't allowed to see her friend.

I don't know why I first felt jealousy, and then desire, the desire to share my mom with her lover.

To do this, I asked my mistress Olya for a video camera, and when my mom went to work in the morning, I set up the camera on the closet and camouflaged it with various boxes.

In the evening, I heard my mom return, not alone, then her bedroom door slammed, and sounds of kissing came from behind the wall. I turned on the camera with the remote control and lay down in bed. I didn't feel like sleeping. My dick was hard as a rock. I imagined my mom in bed with another woman, both naked, caressing each other…

I didn't even notice when I started masturbating.

I always liked touching myself in bed. I paused for a minute, got out of bed, and took the "Nivea" cream from the nightstand, which I had taken from my mom the week before. Putting some cream on my index finger, I inserted the finger into my back hole, while continuing to jerk off with my other hand. Finally, my dick shot a load of cum into my right hand. I licked up my discharge, pulled my finger out of my ass, and fell asleep.

In the morning, my mom went to work as usual. I took the video camera and connected it to the TV. An image appeared on the screen. There was my mom kissing a beautiful, full-breasted girl about twenty years old. The girl had long blonde hair and a seductive ass. Then my mom got on her knees in front of her, lifted her skirt, and pressed a kiss to the black triangle of her panties.

"Suck it, whore!" the girl said. My mom pulled down her panties and pulled out a big male dick! At first I thought it wasn't a real dick but a strap-on, but zooming in on the picture, I realized it was indeed real.

The girl grabbed my mom by the hair and shoved her face into her crotch. My mom started licking her balls, then her tongue moved higher, and soon the head of the girl's dick disappeared into the mouth of my beautiful m0mmy. The girl began moving her hips, fucking my mom's mouth with her dick. My mom hugged her waist, then I saw her right hand go lower, and her index finger penetrate between the girl's buttocks.

"Yes, put your finger in my ass," the girl whispered. My mom did as she was ordered, not forgetting to suck her lover's dick. Then the picture stopped, and I realized the video camera's memory was full.

I saved it all on the computer, and later I managed to film my mom fucking her lover a few more times. I desperately wanted both of them, but I understood that if they were both lesbians, they wouldn't want me to participate in their fun.

My mom, for her part, often told me she wished she had given birth to a daughter, not a son. She constantly forbade me from playing boys' games and kept pushing romance novels or books about beautiful, strong women conquering weak guys on me. I read such books with particular pleasure, imagining myself in the characters' places.

Since then, I even tried to wear thongs to sch0ol, but only on days when there was no gym class. During breaks, I would sneak off to the bathroom and masturbate rapturously.

At 18, I dared to confess my love to a beautiful girl for the first time, a classmate of mine. Her name was Olya, and she was very strong and domineering. Within a week, I understood that if I wanted to keep her, I had to obey her in everything. Our first sex was at her place when her parents were at the dacha. When Olya saw my thong, she didn't laugh at me; on the contrary, she said she really liked that I was so gentle and feminine.

We lay down in bed. I hinted that I'd like Olya to suck me off, like in porn movies, but my beloved refused because she thought it was humiliating.

So I lay on my back and started jerking my dick. It didn't want to get hard, so I slipped my other hand between my legs and, moving the narrow strip of my thong aside, began massaging the rosebud of my anus. My dick immediately got excited and became hard as a rock. Olya lay down on top of me, and I entered her. After moving on top of me for a while, Olya said she wanted me to lick her, and without asking if I wanted to do it, she sat on my face with her wet crotch. I started kissing her labia, but Olya lightly slapped the head of my dick:

"Lick, whore! Lick deeper!"

And I started licking. I liked doing it so much that I worked my tongue for a full twenty minutes, making Olya come twice.

Catching her breath, Olya said I licked like a real lesbian slut and that she wanted to make me her sex slave. My heart started pounding, and my dick got hard again. I asked Olya how she planned to do that. Instead of answering, she took a white lace bra, stockings, and a garter belt from the cabinet and asked me to put it all on. I obeyed, understanding that if I refused, Olya would dump me immediately.

When Olya finished, I didn't recognize myself in the mirror.

"See, you've turned into a beautiful and very sexy girl," my beloved said. "Now all that's left is to give you a new name. How about Natalya? You're silent? Silence means consent. From now on, you are Natasha, my gentle and obedient slut-slave. Now, when we're alone, even if you're in men's clothes, you must only refer to yourself in the feminine. Understood?"

I nodded.

"Now turn around and show me your ass."

I was still a bit shy, but Olya, seeing me hesitate, grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me with my back to her.

"Come on, spread your buttocks with your hands…"

I did as she asked, her fingers moved the thong string aside, and I felt something hard entering my anus.

"It's a butt plug, don't be scared," Olya explained. "You have to wear it all the time when we're together. And now, slut, get on your knees in front of me and repeat: 'I am a total whore, the personal property of my Mistress and her sex slave.'"

I repeated it. Olya kissed me hard on the lips and left the room, ordering me to stay on my knees. She returned half an hour later, dressed in a black bodystocking, with a thick strap-on dangling from her waist. I understood my beloved was going to fuck me in the ass. Olya ordered me to spread my buttocks and removed the plug from me. Her gentle fingers smeared some cream on my anus. Then Olya was in front of me again. Her pink strap-on swayed in front of my face.

"Suck it!" the Mistress demanded. I obediently took the strap-on into my mouth and started sucking. Olya moved her hips, fucking my mouth with her strap-on. After a couple of minutes, she ordered me to lie on my stomach on the bed. I crawled to the bed and lay on my stomach, presenting my ass. Olya took me by the hips and abruptly impaled my rear on her strap-on. I cried out, but Olya covered my mouth with her hand. Her index finger ended up in my mouth, and I started sucking it. Olya fucked me with strong hip movements. I grabbed my dick and started jerking it. After half a minute, I came in my hand. Olya made me lick up my cum.

"Well, now you've finally become my girl," Olya said. "Natasha, you have such a tender ass!"

"I love you very much, my Mistress!" I replied.

"And now—the finishing touch," Olya said, taking out a camera. "Come on, look at the lens!"

The flash blinded me. After that, Olya sent me home. I managed to change clothes half an hour before my mom returned, but my dick was still hard, and I had to run to the bathroom and jerk off in the shower.

From then on, a completely different life began for me. I constantly spied on my mom and her lover. I met with Olya two or three times a week and gave myself to her. My Mistress was so pleased with me that she even allowed me to fuck her in the pussy a few times. My dick was constantly hard because there was always a plug in my ass.

One day, I confessed to Olya that I was spying on my mom. Olya demanded I bring the videos. I couldn't refuse her. Olya watched them all and said we should have a group sex session. I started to refuse, but Olya threatened to show our photos at sch0ol, and I submitted.

The next day, we went to my place, locked ourselves in my room, Olya made me put on a white bodystocking, and she put on a black slip with stockings. After that, we waited. Half an hour passed. In that half hour, I ate Olya out twice, and both times she came all over