Consequence of Curiosity part 3 (Patreon)

Consequence of Curiosity part 3

It's hard to believe that back then I was still in denial about how much of a slutty sissy I was. I mean, there I was, a guy who wore panties almost every day, with a cute pink cage on his needy little clitty and begging to have his ass fingered. All while telling myself that it was just a little kinky fun. There was no way Sam would be able to actually turn me into a sissy….

Anyway, here's more of my story…

The recording on the MP3 came in handy more than once after that first day. It started with the chastity ‘help’. Sam made a point of making sure I stayed locked in chastity whenever I was left alone, and thanks to the recording, it became much more manageable. Dare I say, enjoyable even?

I found it easier to repeat along with the voice on the recording as I listened.

“Good sissies get rewards.”

“Good sissies stay caged.”

“I want to be a good sissy.”

Now, the frustrating tightness of the chastity cage became a reminder of all the fun I could have with Sam when she was in the mood. Some nights she wouldn't unlock me at all and I would stay caged, but if I ever complained, Sam would just tell me to relax and be a good sissy and I would fall to sleep with the headphones in. Whoever she paid to make the recording definitely knew what she was doing.

Over time, just hearing the word ‘relax’ would calm my mind and that light, floaty feeling would creep over me.

I had forgotten how long it had been since I had worn a pair of male underwear. Sam insisted that I stay caged and pantied whenever we weren't ‘playing’ nowadays.

One day, as Sam headed out to work, she saw me putting the MP3 player around my neck to help with accepting my chastity.

“Still using the recording for the chastity help?”

“Yeah, it actually helps with the frustration. Almost makes chastity feel kind of pleasant….Almost.”

“Aww, I'm so glad you like it. Hey, you should try listening to track seven too, I'm pretty sure you would like that.”

“What's track seven?” I asked.

“Give it a try. You'll like it.” Sam gave me a kiss and left to meet Mel.

I listened to the chastity file first, I had gotten used to using it almost once a day for the last two weeks or so. But instead of getting up and getting on with my day right after, I decided to try track seven while I was still sitting comfortably…

“Hello, sissy. If you're listening to this recording, then you are ready for the next step in your sissy journey. Please make sure you are comfortable. Take a deep breath and relax…” The word relax echoed around my head and I sank further into the couch cushions. It had become somewhat of a trigger for me after using the other file so often.

The track opened as expected with some guided relaxation to lure me into that calm state. Apparently it was supposed to be a state of heightened suggestibility, but I just liked the relaxed feeling I got as I listened to that alluring voice.

“You should be wearing your chastity cage while you listen to this audio, after all, a good sissy should be caged.” I found myself internally agreeing as I was of course wearing my cage. “This recording is all about pleasure, but you don't need to take off your cage to get pleasure, a good sissy knows that she gets pleasure from somewhere else….”

I had an idea right then where this recording was going.

“I want you to focus, for now, on your ass. Think back to a time when you had your ass played with, when you got pleasure from your ass…”

I thought about all the times Sam had used her finger back there, the pleasure vivid in my mind.

“Focus on how pleasurable that sensation was, how good it felt to have your ass played with. To have your ass filled. Perhaps it was a finger, or maybe it was something bigger. Think about how it felt going in, about how pleasurable that full feeling was…..”

I listened to the recording until it was finished, by which point my cock was pushing hard against the bars of the cage as I fantasized about having my ass filled by Sam….hoping that she would do the same to me when she got home.

I listened to the chastity recording again to help me calm down before I got on with my day. A little later, an hour or so before Sam got home, I decided to give the ass play recording another listen, just to get myself in the mood. Sam had suggested that track, so I figured she would be in the mood when she got back.

“Hey, babe.” I greeted her happily when she got home.

“Someone looks happy to see me. Did the sissy miss her Mistress?” Sam said in a lightly mocking tone.

“Ha ha. Can't a guy be happy to see his girlfriend?” I replied.

“Sure, but I wonder what it is you're so happy about. Did you listen to the recording I suggested?” She asked.

“I did….twice, actually.”

“Aaaand? Did it put you in the mood for something in particular?”

“It may have.”

“Well in that case, I suggest you go strip down to your pretty panties and wait for me on the bed.”

So a few minutes later we were on the bed, Sam lying on top of me, kissing me passionately but not unlocking the cage just yet.

“So….what is it you want, baby? Ask me.” She said when she knew I was good and worked up.

“I want you to play with my ass.” I said as flashbacks of all the erotic suggestions from the recording hit me.

“Mmm, I love how open you're being with me.” Sam said, before adding, “So let's see if we can't get something else to ‘open’.” She slid down to my still locked cock and kissed the cage while one of her hands slipped underneath towards my rear hole. I crooked my knees and parted my legs slightly to give her easier access. “Someone's eager to have their ass filled.”

I didn't say anything in reply to that. I just laid there as her finger teased my hole while her mouth teased my cock. “C'mon, Sam. Please!” I begged after she had teased me enough.

“Such a needy slut. Don't worry, this ass will be filled soon.” She said, still teasing my entrance.

“Can you at least take the cage off?” I begged.

“Take the cage off? That wasn’t part of the deal. You asked for your ass to be played with.”

“What? Sam, you can't be serious.” I complained.

“Hey, hey. Don't worry, just relax.”

Relax, that word seemed to trigger something in me as I actually felt myself relaxing a little deeper into the bed, my muscles feeling less tense and a pleasant buzz swam through my mind. I didn't realize right away just how much I had been conditioning myself with repeated listens to those recordings.

“See, that's it, just relax and let your Mistress take care of you. Stay there a sec.” Sam climbed off the bed and I wondered what she was doing…until I saw the cylindrical object and bottle of lube in her hand.

“Woah, what are you planning to do with that?” I asked.

“Relax, sissy. You're gonna love this. Trust me, it will feel so much better than my finger.”

Maybe it was because of the recording earlier, maybe it was all the recent pleasant experiences with Sam's finger, or maybe it was a combination of both, but I was eager to have my ass toyed with, so I didn't protest as she lubed up the vibe and slowly pushed into me.

I moaned as the toy made its way up my ass, wider and harder than her finger was, stretching me a little more than I was used to, but the ache was oh so welcome after fantasizing about having my ass filled all day.

“How does that feel, sissy?”

“Ahh, good.” I answered, vaguely registering how I no longer complained when she called me ‘sissy’ anymore. In fact, I had forgotten the last time she used my actual name.

“Told ya so, now get ready for this…” I heard a click as she turned on the vibrator, and at the same time pushed it deeper into my ass.

“Oooohhh, fuck!” The pleasure seemed to explode all throughout my body as the vibrations rocked me. Sam had to adjust her hand to keep the vibe in place as I was squirming so much from the new, welcome sensation deep in my ass.

My cock was rock hard and trying its best to escape the cage. “Fuck, Sam that feels…Oooh.”

“That's it baby, take it. You like having your ass filled, don't you?”

“Yes! Yes. Fuck my ass. Harder. More.” The words came unburden from my mouth as Sam thrust the vibe in and out. All the reinforcement from the earlier recordings were having their desired effect also as I felt something like an orgasm start deep inside me.

“Ooooh fuck!” I cried out as the feeling hit me, it wasn't quite an orgasm, and I didn't feel quite as satisfied, but it felt good nonetheless. I looked down to see a small dribble of jizz had leaked out of the cage.

“We'll keep practicing,” Sam said as she removed the vibrator. “Pretty soon we won't even need to take the cage off at all.”

I didn't like the sound of that, but I was too spent to argue.

—

I was pleasured by Sam and her vibe a few more times after that first instance, each time leaving me only partially satisfied and begging for more. It got to a point where I would listen to the recording and find myself desperate to have my ass filled, almost as much as I wanted my cock played with. One time, Sam, as devilish as ever, actually gave me the choice. “Ass or clitty?” I'll let you guess what I ended up choosing.

When I spoke to Sam about how desperate I was becoming through the day, she told me she had another ‘solution’ for me.

“Baby, if you're so desperate to have your ass filled then you don't need to wait for me to get home. I have just the thing.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, hesitant to know the answer.

“I can't believe I didn’t think of this sooner, wait here.” Sam said, disappearing into the bedroom and leaving me on the couch.

When she returned, she was holding a conical, silver object with a sparkling pink jewel at its base.

“Is that a butt plug!?”

“Course it is. The perfect thing for a sissy who just can't go more than a few days without having something stuffed up her ass.”

“No way.” I said, despite enjoying all the anal play, something about willingly walking around with a plug stuck up there seemed like a step too far….but that feeling wouldn't last long.

“Hey, I'm not forcing you. But if you get a little desperate you know where it is.”

The next day saw Sam leaving me alone for a few hours again, after listening to the track seven recording again, I felt that need creeping in. The need to have some stimulation at my backdoor.

“No. I'm not giving in that easily.” I told myself as my mind wandered to the plug Sam had left next to my side of the bed.

About an hour later, I gave in.

I found myself in the bedroom, holding the plug in my hand, feeling its weight, judging its size and wondering what it would actually feel like.

Before I could stop myself, I was lubing up the fatter end of the plug and bringing it around to my ass.

It was definitely wider than anything I'd had back there before, but I took it slow, working it slowly back and forth until the widest section slid all the way in and the jewell nestled between my ass cheeks.

“Ooooohhh.” I moaned, half relief at finally scratching the itch and half pleasure as the plug slid home.

Pantied, caged and plugged, but definitely NOT a sissy….right?

Walking around with the plug in place was a new experience for me, every step caused it to shift around inside me and press in new places. Thanks to all the moving around I was never really able to adjust to the full feeling, meaning I was constantly being teased which only drove my arousal to new heights. I decided to sit down and enjoy the ‘self help’ file one more time now that my ass was filled with the plug.

I yelped a little as I sat on the sofa and drove the plug a little deeper into my ass as I hit the seat. I hit play on the anal play recording and settled into a nice, relaxed state as the sweet voice of the woman on the tape led me to that comfortable place once again.

At some point during the recording, I found myself grinding down onto the plug in my ass, pushing my rear deeper into the cushion to increase the sensations as the voice reminded me about how much pleasure a good sissy could get from her ass. By the time the recording finished, I was almost bouncing up and down, effectively fucking my own back door.

When Sam arrived home, I was a desperately horny mess! “Mistress! Errr, Sam. You’re back.” The voice on the MP3 referred to my partner solely as ‘Mistress’ on both the recordings I had listened to and I realized then that it was starting to rub off on me a little. Probably nothing to worry about though, just a slip of the tongue.

“Aww, I preferred it the first way you said it.” Sam replied, smiling as I greeted her with a hug as soon as she made it into the house.

“Yeah, I’ll bet. It’s good to have you back….I’m going crazy in this damn chastity cage today.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that I wonder?” as Sam hugged me, her hand found its way to my ass and pressed in a little, quickly feeling the jewelled base of the plug.

“Ahh!”

“Hahaha, Wow. You really are a slut. I thought it would at least take a couple of days before you caved in and filled your ass.

“Yeah, well I listened to that recording again and got a little curious so I-Ahhh. Stop that.” Sam pushed on the plug, distracting me from what I was saying.

“Haha, you love it. Don’t you? Are you a good little anal loving sissy for your Mistress?”

“Ohh fuck, Sam, you’re killing me.” I moaned as her hand kept pushing on the plug.

“Call me Mistress.”

“Y-yes Mistress. Please, can we take the cage off today?” I pleaded.

“Hmm, maybe. What’s in it for me?” Sam asked, catching me a little off guard.

“For you? Umm, whatever you want?”

“Careful making promises like that, sissy. But I do have an idea for something I want. I want to see what you look like, fully transformed.” Sam said, her hand still holding me in place, feeling the base of the plug my bottoms.

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, tomorrow. I get Mel over here and we give you the full works. Top to bottom makeover. Show you what a true sissy you are.”

“What? Mel? This is supposed to be a bit of kinky fun between the two of us.” I said, “I don;t want Mel to see any of this.”

“Oh relax, sissy.” I did relax, my mind cleared a little and I felt that wave of suggestibility settle over me. “It’s just Mel, she and I know what we’re doing. Plus, you’ll have two beautiful women taking care of you all day. Every guys dream, right?”

“Well, when you put it like that….” Was I really so easy to convince, or was this partially due to those recordings.

“Well it’s either that or we can leave the cage on for a few more days and I’ll ask again. See if you’re any more agreeable.” Sam pushed hard on the base of the plug, causing me to squirm in her arms as my little cock twitched in the cage.

“O-okay. Fine. But just Mel. No one else can see me…”

“Done and done!” Now get your sexy little pantied butt upstairs and I’ll take care of that slutty ass and little clitty for you….”

And take care of me she did. I fell asleep that night with a big smile on my face. I didn’t even flinch as Sam locked the cage back on me, I just accepted that it was a part of me now. Good sissies should always be caged…..

—

“Do I really have to go through with this?” I whined as we waited for Mel to arrive the next day. The morning after a big release and it was starting to seem like a bad idea to let Mel and Sam have their way with me. It was beginning to dawn on me that I might have gotten in over my head with the sissy stuff. Sam had told me, she turned men into sissies for a living and I had insisted on knowing all about it. But now here I was, staring down the barrel of a very feminine handgun.

“Yes, you do, we made a deal last night. Don’t worry, Mel is a professional, like me. Besides, she has the stuff we need to really transform you. And who knows, you may like it so much you never go back.” Sam added with a teasing wink.

“Not likely.” I said, but I wasn’t sure I managed to convince myself, or Sam.

So, about an hour later, Mel arrived, wheeling in a large chest filled with who knows what.

“Morning, guys. Hey, Carl. Long time no see. I was wondering how long it would be before Sam turned you.” Mel said as she wheeled the cart into our living room.

“Sam hasn’t turned me into anything. We were just having some fun. I'm holding my end of a deal we made. That’s all.”

“Ah-ha. You keep telling yourself that, sissy. Now…Let’s get to work.”

And get to work they did. Mel and Sam started by ushering me into the shower. I complained about Mel seeing me naked in nothing but the chastity cage, but they didn’t take anything I said on board. I was showered and had my whole body covered in hair removal cream to make sure I was still totally smooth all over. When that was done, I was coated in a very sweet smelling, feminine perfume after they dried me off.

The shower and the pampering afterwards weren’t too bad, once I adjusted to Mel being present. But the next part was rather surprising. The first thing Mel pulled from her chest was a pair of flesh coloured shorts that had added padding around the hips and ass to give the wearer a more feminine appearance. It took both girls a lot of effort to pull the shorts up into place and feed my caged package through a small opening at the front. “A sissy should make sure their cage is available to check or tease at all times.” Sam said as they finished with the shorts.

The padded, fake ass was complimented by a top that had a pair of large, lifelike breasts attached. “Seriously, guys?” I said as two smiling faces descended on me with the fake tits in hand.

“Relax, sissy.” I felt myself relax a little at the sound of the word, suddenly becoming a little less objectionable.

The top with the attached boobs was pulled into place and I felt the weight of my new additions bounce around as I adjusted to the altered centre of gravity.

“Damn, she looks hot already.” Mel said, smiling hungrily at me.

“I know, but we can’t just leave her standing around naked all day. Let's get her dressed so we can start on her makeup.”

I had no time to object as a pair of white, lacy panties and a matching bra were quickly fitted to me. Stockings were pulled up my legs and attached to a garter belt before a small, plaid skirt was wrapped around my waist and a too small, button up white shirt was applied, only half the buttons could be fastened but the shirt did a good job of hiding the seams where the false tits were. Instead they just left me with a whole lot of cleavage on display. I looked down at the deep expanse between my tits and felt my cock twitching in the cage.

“Aww, she makes a great, slutty schoolgirl.” Mel commented, causing me to blush as I realized what they had dressed me as.

“If you’re done staring at your own tits, take a seat over here so we can start on your makeup and nails.”

“What…Nails? But…I can’t have my nails painted.” The thought of having my nails done seemed like a step too far. Nail polish wasn’t something that was easily removed.

“Sissy, you already have the ass and the tits, your little sissy cock is all locked away in a pink chastity cage and you spent most of yesterday with a plug shoved up your ass. I think your time to object has long passed.”

I blushed a crimson color as Sam said all that in front of her friend. But she did have a point. I sat there, like a ‘good girl’ as they put it while my finger and toe nails were painted a garish pink color.

Then they went to work on my face. False eyelashes were glued onto my own, my eyebrows were shaped into a feminine arch and all manner of creams and powders were applied. The look was finished off with some shiny pink lip gloss that I was told would have a ‘plumping’ effect. I felt my lips tingle as they swelled slightly.

“Wig or no wig?” Mel asked as I stared at my feminized appearance in the mirror.

“No wig, I want her to grow her hair out naturally before I dye it a prettier color.” Sam replied.

“Oh my god….” I said as I stared at the slutty schoolgirl in the mirror. If I didn’t know it was me, I wouldn’t believe it.

“Told you you’d love it.” Sam stated. “Now, thank Mel for helping.”

“Umm, right. Thanks, Mel.”

“You’re welcome, slut.” Mel replied with a smirk.

“Sissy, is that the best you can do? Thank her properly.” Sam said, leaving me a little confused. At least until I looked over at Mel to see her removing her leggings.

“Umm, what….Sam, you can’t mean…”

“Oh I certainly can mean. I want to watch my new sissy thanking my friend properly….by using that slutty little mouth to make her cum.” This had to be some kind of trick, but when I looked over at Mel, she had removed her underwear and was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, her shaved pussy in full view. “Don’t act like you don't find her hot. I’ll bet your little clitty is desperate to get out of that cage.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Come on, Carl. Make me cum.” It was weird to actually hear my name used. Sam had been referring to me as sissy, slut or whore most of the time, for some reason, Carl just didn’t sound right anymore.

“Hmm, I don’t think Carl suits her…” Mel said, thoughtfully. “How about…Candy! For the candy pink nails and lips she has.

“I love it.” Mel replied. “Come on, Candy. Do what your Mistress says and eat my pussy like a good slut.”

“Y-yes Mistress.” I said, the words coming naturally as I sank to my knees in front of Mel.

I licked her wet sex for all I was worth. As soon as I got a taste of Mel I was ravenous. I wanted her to cum on my face, I wanted to please her, I wanted to please my Mistress.

When I was finished making Mel cum all over the lower half of my face, I looked over my shoulder to see Sam was stepping into a web of black straps that had a pink dildo hanging from the crotch area.

“Time to break in a new sissy. If Mel gets your mouth, then I get your ass.” I was way past objecting at this point. Besides, I was starting to feel the itch to have something in my ass again. The plug and the hypnosis tapes had done their job and found myself sticking my ass out in my too short skirt.

……I’m sure you can guess what happened after that. I was fucked in my sissy ass by both women as I begged for more. The whole time I was being bombarded with future plans for my sissy status.

Legal name change to Candy. Hormones to help me grow real boobs of my own. A strict diet and exercise routine to build up my ass. Sissy friends to play with. I would be subjected to all of this and more over the next year or two and I willingly accepted all of it.

I had disappeared down the sissy rabbit hole and there was no way back for me.

—

And that’s my story. The story of how sissy Candy was born. Now if you’ll excuse me, my Mistress needs me. I know this because the plug in my ass just vibrated twice, which means ‘come here’.

So remember, curiosity has its consequences.

End.