CHAPTER 16

🔌PLUG & PLAY🕹️

Alex began to wake up in his bed the next day. He was disoriented, just as any other morning, but that day he had serious memory gaps. As he lay in bed he began to remember. She remembered Violet, with one of those outfits that always left him speechless, and how Irina humiliated him in front of her. He remembered Paige holding a strange object, and saw himself at the feet of his superiors. He remembered feeling very scared, and… a lot of pleasure…

Alex dozed off a couple of times before he finally regained consciousness. Confused thoughts, images, and cruel laughs distracted him, but that was nothing compared to the pain he began to feel at his bottom as he recovered the sensibility of his body. He noticed something weird, something alien and invasive. Moving his hand to his bottom he began to explore it and suddenly noticed something there, something solid. “Oh gosh” he said fearing for the worst.

He stood up and the first thing that struck him was the night garments he was wearing. That was not one of the regular white t-shirts he used to sleep in, that was ladies' nightwear. His fear grew higher but what demanded attention now was whatever was impaling his rectum.

Alex tried to examine his bottom in a mirror. It was difficult but spreading his buttcheeks apart he noticed something pink and shiny, something that shouldn't be there. He pulled a bit, and the stimulation he felt made him moan.

“What have they done to me now?” He thought.

Even the slightest movements made Alex feel the presence of the new addition, which caused a mix of pleasure and pain in his gaped bottom. After looking at its gleaming side for a minute, he gathered his courage and grabbed the base of the object, slowly trying to pull it out.

“Uffff…”

It was no easy task. The wide center of his invader forced the sphincters of his anus open, and they protested the abuse with a new wave of pain. He pulled harder with his hand and pushed with his bowels too. The sensation was so weird, he felt like he needed to go to the bathroom. It was intimate and violating. I made him feel dirty.

“AAH!!”

With a final push, it was out. He inspected the little object and was surprised to see that it was indeed small. When it was inside him it felt huge. Its girlish appearance only made his shame grow, noticing how such a little, cute accessory had a great impact on him, and how easy it was for those women to insult his masculinity.

Alex sat on the bed with a worried expression on his face. He looked at his feminine nightwear, touching it, and noticing its silky texture. He hated to admit it, but it felt dreamy.

His penis began to push against its prison, reminding Alex of its confinement. He was used to these episodes from time to time in which his libido spiked and unable to satisfy himself, he was left with nothing but frustration. But this time there was something different. The frustration was accompanied by a burning sensation.

He lifted the hem of his delicate nightwear to examine his control device. It reflected its golden shiny glow back at him, mocking him. It looked just like his good old trusted control device, maybe a bit smaller? But he could sense there was something definitely different about it. He could feel it not only gripping his outside but also his inside, and it didn´t punish him as much, as if it didn´t have barbs. It caused discomfort but of a different kind. He tried to open it, but the little hope he had in that, disappeared when it didn´t yield a millimeter.

“Fuck” he sighed.

With nothing left to do, he decided his best course of action was to make himself ready for the day. He had his morning shower, washed his face from any trace of makeup, brushed his hair, had a quick bite, and… looked… at… his uniform…

Today he really wanted to crawl under the bed and hide himself from the world. Irina had decided to step up the game. The blouse alone was bad, but the pants… were just too much. He considered wearing a different pair, but he knew how Irina would react. He was so close to being unlocked again that he couldn't risk it. Today was the last day of his locked device punishment.

“Just… one final push… Alex” he thought as he began to get dressed.

He inspected himself in the mirror. Yet again, it was hard to believe that was him. The way the clothes caressed his skin was worryingly sensual, as it was how overall naked he felt.

Despite these initial considerations, he had to admit he looked good. He looked like someone he would like to date. His reflection made him take pride in himself.

It was strange. There he was, dressed like that, with his bottom sore, and his little friend making sure his sex remained behaved. He didn´t like it, but he felt excited. If only he could play with himself for five minutes… but that was impossible. He was locked. He was to be unfulfilled.

He gave his clothes and hair a final fix and sighing, considered his appearance too dainty, but ready to face the day. Not like he had any other option anyway.

She got out of his apartment and suddenly felt very exposed. He tried to calm down, but his heart pounded hard. Walking down the street, he could feel his almost bare thighs rub against each other. That sent a thrilling sensation to his crotch that made him awkward.

Today it was undeniable. A lot of people turned back to look at her as she passed by. He felt embarrassed about it, but… in a good way. One nice-looking man stared at him, and their eyes met for a second. He nodded with naughty approval as Alex looked away feeling vulnerable, and… desired.

“She is a real cutie, what a sweet little ass” the man thought as he watched Alex go.

Finally, he arrived at the office. The twenty-minute walk to the office felt like forever. Before he could compose after his walk of shame, Irina called him.

“Doll, come here”

“Good morning… Irina…”

“Good morning indeed. Look at you, being one sexy doll” said Irina and then whistled at him “I bet you are stealing quite a few glances dressed so pretty, hahaha”

“No Irina stop… please…” begged Alex feeling humiliated.

“Why? You are a sexy doll and you should be proud of it. You are such a catchy eye candy” she said, making a kiss sound.

Irina´s comments made Alex feel like a piece of meat, a sexy piece of meat. He stayed in shy silence, feeling Irina´s obscene gaze on him. Her desire made him blush in arousal, feeling a guilty pleasure for being capable of provoking such a sexy woman as Irina.

“Anyhow doll, it is time for me to check if you are behaving”

Standing up, Irina approached Alex with her calm, sensual way of walking. She began to unbuckle his belt.

“Irina… what…”

“Sssh, hush. Be a good doll while I check that you are properly equipped”

“But Irina…”

She gave him no time to protest. With just the right amount of force, she undid his pants and pushed him on the table, forcing him to bend with his bottom up. She pulled his blue briefs to the side.

“What do we have here? Seems like some naughty doll forgot to wear one of its accessories. Not good”

“Wha-t? No Irina I just…”

“Shut up! I don't want to hear another of your pathetic excuses! You have to wear your pleasure accessory just like Doctor Paige instructed you to”

“Doctor Paige…? No!”

“Yes! She prescribed a nice pleasure device for your bottom, to help you calm your constant state of pervert arousal. Why exactly are you not wearing it?”

“I… I don't remember…”

“Oh, you don´t remember? Don´t worry doll, I am going to make sure you remember keeping you locked for another three days. How about that?”

“What!? No… No! Irina please! No!”

“Yes doll. You have been a bad doll, and bad dolls get punished so they learn to correct themselves. I am so disappointed, doll. You should know better than disappointing your superiors”

“I am… I am sorry Irina… please… don't keep me locked…”

“I am sorry doll, but it is for your own good. You will learn to be a good doll, staying pretty and obeying your superiors”

“No Irina please… don´t keep me locked… I will be good… anything but locked in my device”

“Anything doll?”

“Yes Irina please… I beg you… please…”

“How about for starters you say that you are sorry”

“I am sorry Irina… I am so sorry…”

“For what doll?”

“For… for not wearing my… accessory… and… for disappointing my superior”

“Your pleasure accessory doll. Say it”

“For not wearing my pleasure accessory”

“And you will remember to always wear it from now on right?”

“Yes, yes I will”

“Promise that you will”

“I promise Irina”

“Okay, how about now, you ask me really nice to please equip you with your pleasure accessory?

“Wh-at? I…”

“Come on doll, if you ask me really nice for your pleasure accessory, maybe we can reconsider your punishment”

“I… I… please Irina, can you give me… my pleasure… accessory?”

“Not good enough, doll. But I am feeling generous so I will concede another chance. Try again. Beg to be equipped with your pleasure accessory”

“Please Irina, please, can I… be equipped with my pleasure accessory? I beg you Irina… I want it, I really want it… please…”

“Okay doll, since you insist so much”

“WhaAAA!!”

Suddenly Alex felt how Irina forced something up his ass. It just took an instant, and it was in. Alex tried to struggle, but Irina kept him in place with her usual firmness.

“What have you… what is that!?”

“I just gave you what you need, where you need it. Your fucking pleasure device in your fucking sissy ass”

“Nooo!! I…”

“STAY PUT!” Irina shouted making Alex freeze instantly in fear “I am so tired of you being forgetful and behaving like a brat. I am going to give you something you won't forget”

Keeping one hand on Alex´s neck and her weight on him, Irina gave Alex a spank on the ass. And another. And another. And another… she kept spanking Alex while he begged her to stop and struggled, but that only made Irina go harder. She had been waiting for this a too long time, and Alex pleadings only increased her excitement.

“This will teach you”

Spank!

“To follow the fucking rules!”

Spank!

“And stop being!

Spank!

“A forgetful brat!”

Spank!

“Have I made myself clear enough? Uh? Or do you want another round?”

Sobbing Alex answered “N-no Irina… No more please…”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes! Yes I have learnt my lesson!”

“And what is your lesson doll?”

“I will always wear my pleasure accessory!”

“And you will obey your superiors and stop being a forgetful brat?”

“Yes! Yes I will obey my superiors and stop being a forgetful brat! I swear!”

“You better do doll, or I will give you another reminder”

Alex sobbed while Irina began to pull his pants up again. She released the grip on his neck and worked with both hands on Alex´s pants. He was still bent over the table, but felt how she manipulated his belt, and fastened it tightly.

When Alex finally had a chance to look at himself again, he was dumbfounded by the monstrosity he was now wearing for a belt. It was thick, it was tight, it was heavy, and it was secure. Alex's reaction was to tug on it a bit, with a desperate look in his eyes. That made Irina laugh a bit.

“Tug on it all you want doll. It is perfectly safe. That security belt is staying. Hahaha!”

“Wh-hat is this… why?”

“Because you need it doll. That belt makes sure you cannot remove your pretty pants and with those on, we have made sure you look sexy, and you cannot take off your pleasure device”

“This is… this is…”

“This is wonderful, doll! An extra help to make sure you are a good-behaved employee and wear your pleasure device as you should”

“Irina, please…”

“I am sorry doll, but you need to wear it until you get along and learn to play nicely with your new friend. Now thank me and come here, it is time for your beautification. We have to finish making you pretty”

Alex looked at Irina with supplicant eyes, but she patted the chair with her devilish smile on, making Alex understand there was no room for negotiation. Either he played along… or he got another spanking.

Defeated, Alex sat on the chair. “Yes, Irina. Thank you, Irina”

“That´s a good doll. You deserve a little treat for being so nice. Open up”

Before Alex could react, Irina forced a small pink pill into his mouth. Irina quickly placed a hand on his mouth to make sure he couldn´t spit it and forced him to swallow massaging his throat.

Alex´s mouth was invaded with a familiar bittersweet flavor, and almost unconsciously accepted it.

“Good boy” Irina praised him as she moved the hand on his mouth and began to brush his hair. “Such a good, obedient boy. We are going to make you SO pretty” said Irina as she began to hum her happy melody.

“Irina…” Alex said feeling deeply humiliated.

“Yes doll?”

“My… control device… feels different today”

“Oh, yes doll. It is a new model that suits you better. Don´t worry your pretty head about it, unless of course, you want to go back to the punishing model with the barbs…”

“No Irina! This one… this one is good”

“That is what I thought. If you want to know more about it, there is information about it in your computer”

“...Thank… you”

“You are welcome doll”

They spent the rest of the beautifying session in silence. Irina was firm, but gentle. Alex met again the strange effect she caused on him; fear, but also a strange excitement he fought not to admit.

Finally, Irina pronounced him ready.

“There you go, a beautiful doll ready to face the day”

“Th-hank you… Irina…”

“Now go to your duties, we don´t want a lazy doll, do we?”

“No Irina…”

“Good doll” said Irina as she accompanied him out of his office.

Alex began to walk to his desk as Irina went back into her office. Alex turned back for a second. With a concerned expression, he tried to understand the whole mess he was into, and the confusing feelings that woman made him feel.

With his cage locked, his butt plugged, and his security belt fastened in place, he was ready to face the day.

CHAPTER 17

🔒DominaLock Elite🔒

As Alex settled in his desk desk, a wave of humiliation washed over him. The outfit Irina had chosen for him, felt like a mockery of his masculinity. The fabric of his shorts clung to his skin, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable, while the blouse, with its silky texture, accentuated his femininity.

A sudden pop-up interrupted his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat as he read the words displayed on the screen: "Your new control device! Check it out, doll."

With a sense of dread gnawing at his stomach, Alex clicked on the pop-up, his eyes scanning the words that appeared on the screen. The details of his control device were laid out before him accompanied by Irina´s personalized message.

• Model: DominaLock Elite

• Material: High-grade titanium

• Design: Personalized

• Urethral Tube: Slender yet unyielding. Penetrates deep into intimate regions

• Locking Mechanism: Total safety no hope of escape (reserved for superiors)

• Comfort Features: Smooth edges for extended wear without discomfort

• Customization Options: Punishment add-on (reserved for superiors)

• Security: 100% Tamper-resistant locking mechanism

• Aesthetics: Shiny, designed to draw attention

• Compatibility: attachment points for restraints or leashes

"Time to face reality, my dear pervert. You NEED the DominaLock Elite. You will consider it your best friend. From this moment forward, your manhood will be under complete control, and you will comply without question. And let's not overlook the urethral tube, a gentle intrusion that ensures your obedience in the most intimate of moments.

Let go of your futile resistance. Be a good employee. From now on, you'll sit when you pee, you'll beg for release like the obedient little pervert you are, and you'll relish every emasculating moment of it. Accept your control device like the docile doll you've become."

The accompanying explanation sent a chill down his spine. The words leaped out at him, each letter a dagger aimed at his already fragile sense of self. As he read through the list of benefits touted by the manufacturer, Alex felt revulsion.

"Chastity cages offer a multitude of benefits for perverts and deviant individuals. These innovative devices serve as a powerful tool for controlling and disciplining those who exhibit inappropriate behavior. By restricting access to their genitalia, chastity cages effectively curtail unwanted sexual impulses and behaviors, ensuring that the wearer remains obedient and compliant at all times.

Control devices of this kind are a potent deterrent against illicit sexual activity. By placing a physical barrier between the wearer and their genitalia, these devices impede acts of self-gratification and promiscuity, thereby reducing the risk of engaging in compulsive self-abuse. Chastity cages promote a safe space for a pervert and more important, for the people around him.

Moreover, chastity cages can be customized to suit the specific needs of the wearer. With a wide range of sizes, styles, and materials available, we can ensure maximum effectiveness. Those who wear our cages won´t be misbehaving anymore, no matter how much they try and cry.

Individuals deemed to be unable to control their base urges need to be controlled by a superior. Locking them, chastity cages ensure that the wearer remains firmly under the thumb of their superior, unable to indulge in their perverse fantasies without permission.

Another of the primary advantages of chastity cages is their ability to instill a sense of shame and humiliation in the wearer. By physically constraining access to their genitals, these devices force the wearer to confront the depravity of their desires, reinforcing their status as a pervert in need of strict discipline and control.

Remember, chastity cages provide a means for superiors to closely supervise and control their perverted subordinates. By encasing the wearer's genitals in a tight-fitting cage, these devices serve as a constant reminder of their submissive status, ensuring that they remain obedient and compliant at all times. Additionally, the adoption of a more feminine image, encouraged by the use of chastity cages, helps to further the wearer's submissive demeanor, making them more compliant and docile in the presence of their superiors."

As Alex read through the demeaning description of chastity cages and their intended purpose for controlling "perverts," a surge of humiliation welled up within him, threatening to spill over in a flood of tears. He wanted to scream, to lash out against the injustice of it all, but he knew he had no escape… not in his present condition. He needed to play the game a bit more until he could make his escape.

He proceeded to check his work assignments for the day but was distracted by the presence of the pleasure device nestled snugly within. With each shift in his seat, he felt the unyielding pressure of the butt plug pressing against his sensitive flesh, sending waves of discomfort but also arousal through his body.

Bitting his lips a bit too hard, he forced himself to concentrate on his job, pushing aside the intrusive thoughts that threatened to derail his concentration. Today, he had to focus on designing more models. The computer's sultry yed digital voice spoke directly to him.

"Hello, Alex," it purred seductively, "let's create some models, shall we?" Its words dripped with a honeyed allure. "Remember, Alex, our models perform best when they embody qualities of submission and femininity. Think curves, delicate features, and a willingness to obey. Those are your desired qualities. Today we are going to make Mimi a pretty employee for her superior!"

1. **A girl with potential: Hair!**

Mimi stood before Alex, a blank canvas awaiting his artistic touch. Her hair fell in a simple, unassuming bob, framing her face in a way that spoke of practicality rather than allure. Her clothing was functional, lacking a provocative edge. But there was potential in Mimi, a raw sensuality waiting to be unleashed.

"Let´s begin by elongating her hair," the AI urged, its voice a melodic hum in the background. "Let it flow like cascading waves, a symbol of feminine grace and allure." Alex nodded, his hands moving with practiced precision as he coaxed Mimi's hair into a lush mane of glossy locks.

"Very good Alex! A good employee needs to have beautiful hair! Let´s proceed."

2. **Enhancing Facial Features: Makeup!**

"Now, let's sculpt her face into a portrait of delicate beauty. Soft, rounded contours will emphasize her femininity, while subtle enhancements to her lips and eyes will captivate all who gaze upon her."

First, Alex focused on Mimi's complexion, applying a light, dewy foundation to even out her skin tone and create a flawless canvas. Next, he reached for a palette of warm, rosy blush, blending it onto the apples of her cheeks to impart a healthy, youthful glow. Moving on to her eyes, Alex selected a palette of soft, feminine hues, using a combination of shimmering neutrals and delicate pastels to accentuate her lids and create the illusion of larger, more luminous eyes.

As he worked, Alex couldn't help but marvel at the transformation. Mimi's once understated features were now alight with a newfound radiance, her eyes sparkling as she gazed back at him. Alex applied a final touch of sheer, glossy lipstick to Mimi's lips, enhancing their natural fullness and imbuing them with a sensual allure.

"Bravo, Alex!" the AI exclaimed, its voice dripping with approval. "Well done. Mimi looks positively stunning with these enhancements, just like a good employee should!" Alex couldn't help but smile at the AI's praise. "Who wouldn't like a pretty, feminine girl like Mimi? With her newfound allure and charm, she's sure to turn heads wherever she goes. Let´s proceed."

3. **Improving the Body: Curves!**

"Now, let's focus on sculpting Mimi's figure into that of a true goddess. Think curves, darling – we want her to exude femininity from every angle."

Alex set to work, his fingers tracing delicate lines along Mimi's body as he accentuated her natural curves and contours. First, he focused on her waist, cinching it in slightly to create the illusion of an hourglass figure. Next, he turned his attention to her hips and thighs, adding subtle enhancements to give them a rounded appearance.

Mimi's once modest frame was now adorned with curves that begged to be caressed, her silhouette a vision of sensuality and grace. With each adjustment, her figure seemed to come alive, her movements fluid and graceful as she moved.

"Now, let's give Mimi some big boobs, shall we? After all, a good employee needs to have a pair that really stands out." Alex hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of uncertainty. But then, he reminded himself of the AI's guidance and forged ahead as he began to sculpt Mimi's chest into a more voluptuous form. With each adjustment, Mimi's breasts swelled before his eyes.

"Excellent work, Alex," the AI chimed in, its digital voice dripping with approval. "Mimi is really starting to come to life now. I must say, those big boobs really add to her appeal. Let´s proceed." As the AI praised his efforts, Alex couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, mingled with a growing sense of arousal. His member twitched, but his control device clamped down mercilessly, punishing any attempt at arousal.

Humiliation washed over Alex as he felt the constriction of the device. Despite his best efforts to focus on the task at hand, the sensation of his caged member struggling against its confines was impossible to ignore. The arousal grew more intense with the image of Mimi's newly enhanced figure.

4. **Showing off: Uniform!**

"Now let's dress Mimi for success. We want to strike the perfect balance between professionalism and femininity, something that will really command attention in the workplace. Remember," the AI continued, "a good employee like Mimi needs to not only excel in her work but also make a lasting impression with her appearance. We want her to be sexy, she needs it. People like her because she is sexy. Imagine Mimi dressed in skimpy outfits, her curves accentuated, minds blissfully empty."

"Let's start with the blouse. Choose something that accentuates her curves, that draws the eye without being too revealing. After all, we want to leave a little something to the imagination." Alex nodded in agreement, his fingers hovering over the array of options before him. "Yes, that one," the AI murmured approvingly as Alex selected a sleek blouse in a soft, inviting hue.

"Next, let's move on to the skirt," the AI prompted, its voice tinged with excitement. "We want something that hugs her curves." Alex scrolled through the options, his pulse quickening as he imagined the way the fabric would mold to Mimi's figure. "That's it," the AI purred with satisfaction as Alex settled on a tight pencil skirt in a vibrant shade of pink. "Perfect choice, Alex."

"Now, let's add some finishing touches. Accessories and such can make all the difference, transforming a simple outfit into something truly unforgettable. Let's start with the shoes," the AI suggested, its tone filled with excitement. "We want something that's both stylish and practical, something that Mimi can wear all day long to show what a good employee she is, parading like a sexy doll."

As Alex browsed through the selection of footwear, the AI offered its guidance, pointing out options that would complement Mimi's outfit perfectly. "Yes, those are perfect," it murmured approvingly as Alex settled on a pair of sleek heels in a coordinating shade of pink. "Now, let's move on to jewelry. We want pieces that will enhance Mimi's natural beauty, that will draw attention to her features." With a sense of purpose, Alex selected a pair of gold hoop earrings and a dainty necklace, each piece chosen with care.

"Congratulations, Alex. You've really captured the essence of what it means to be a good employee. I have no doubt that Mimi will make a good lasting impression on her superiors. Let´s proceed."

5. **Playing the part: Attitude!**

"Now, let's talk about attitude. We want Mimi to exude confidence and sex appeal, to seduce everyone she encounters. We need to cultivate an attitude that's both alluring and shamelessly provocative. Mimi should be dripping with sexuality, with her every movement."

"To achieve this, we'll need to focus on Mimi's mannerisms and body language," the AI explained. "She should walk with a sensual sway of the hips, her movements designed to captivate and entice. Her speech should be dripping with honeyed tones," the AI added, its voice laced with lust. "Encourage her to flirt shamelessly, to tease and tempt with every breath."

"With the right attitude, Mimi will be a vision of pure, unbridled desire. Let's make it happen, Mimi is ready to unleash her inner vixen upon the world."

Alex began to work modeling Mimi's attitude, channeling the AI's explicit instructions into every movement and gesture. He envisioned Mimi as a sultry seductress. As he manipulated the parameters, he imagined her adopting a coy smile, her lips curved in a subtle invitation. He adjusted her posture, elongating her spine and thrusting out her chest, accentuating her ample assets. With each tweak, he infused Mimi with an aura of raw sexuality.

"Play with her… increase her sluttiness…"

"Think of yourself as a temptress," Alex murmured to himself, internalizing the AI's guidance. "You're confident, alluring, irresistible." He adjusted Mimi's stance, making her sway her hips in a seductive rhythm. "Flirt shamelessly," he continued. "Tease and tantalize, leaving them begging for more." With each adjustment, Mimi grew bolder, her movements becoming more exaggerated, more feminine.

As he worked, Alex found himself becoming increasingly immersed in the fantasy, his inhibitions melting away in the heat of the moment. He poured his own desire, his every longing into Mimi's digital form. He felt himself drawn further into the intoxicating world he had created, his own desires intertwining with those of the AI.

"Eager for cock," the AI echoed, its words dripping with raw desire. "That's the energy we're looking for, Alex. Mimi should exude an insatiable hunger for pleasure. We want her to crave cock like the whore she has become."

"Encourage her to embrace her role as a plaything. She should long to be filled and stretched. Make her needy, make he beg for it like the slut she is..."

CHAPTER 18

❤❤❤TO THE LAST DROP💦💦

As he worked, the computer's commands grew increasingly explicit, guiding Alex on how to dress Mimi in more slutty attire. "Try a tight, low-cut top to showcase her ample cleavage. And don't forget the short, frilly skirt." Each suggestion sent a jolt of arousal through Alex's body, his thoughts consumed creating the ultimate slutty, bimbofied version of Mimi.

"Congratulations on transforming Mimi into the epitome of femininity and submission. You have helped her to become the submissive bimbo slut she needed to be. Now it's time for you to retire to your safe space and enjoyment room. There, you'll find an instructional video to help you understand the secrets of ultimate satisfaction."

Alex's body throbbed with an insatiable craving. He longed to continue feasting his eyes upon Mimi. But as his fingers danced across the keyboard in a desperate bid, Alex's gaze fell upon the screen, where the words of the computer taunted him, "Access Denied."

Alex reluctantly trudged towards his safe space and enjoyment room. With every step he took, Alex couldn't shake the sensation of the intimate presence nestled deep within his ass. The butt plug seemed to pulsate with a rhythm of its own, sending shivers of discomfort and arousal. Of course, the plug was hollow, and with every motion, metal beads inside it moved, clashing against its inner walls, making Alex notice a subtle, yet constant impact deep inside his very being.

Soft, involuntary moans escaped Alex's lips as he moved, the combination of discomfort and arousal mingling to create a symphony of conflicting sensations. Each step elicited a delicate whimper, a testament to the taboo pleasure that coursed through him despite his best efforts to suppress it.

He couldn't suppress the rising embarrassment and humiliation that accompanied the perverse pleasure. In his aroused state, he didn´t notice the rhythmic sway of hips that his pleasure device invited him to adopt.

"No... no... not like this," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of shame and desire. Despite his efforts to resist, he couldn't deny the undeniable truth: he was helplessly, shamefully aroused by the very thing that humiliated him the most.

Entering the room, Alex's senses were immediately greeted by a sweet, intoxicating aroma that permeated the air, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in the inviting ambiance, feeling a sense of relief.

Settling into the plush sofa chair, Alex let out a contented sigh, sinking into the soft cushions as the tension melted away from his body. The gentle hum of the room's ventilation system provided a soothing backdrop, lulling him into a state of relaxation as he waited for the instructional video to commence.

The video screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow across the room. Alex's eyes were drawn to the virtual AI. "Welcome, Alex," its gaze fixated on him with an intensity that made his heart race.

"You're doing so well, Alex. You look so well in your outfit, so obedient and compliant. Your superior must be thrilled with how you've embraced your role as her personal doll. Here is something you need to watch. Enjoy."

The sweet scent in the room grew stronger. Alex felt his awareness crumbling away. The chemical arousal surged through his veins, heightening his senses. The video began with a scene of a sleek, modern office, the walls adorned with glossy posters of scantily clad women in suggestive poses.

Alex was treated to a close-up of an innocent secretary, her demeanor exuding professionalism and grace. Clad in a crisp blouse and flared pants, she emanated an air of efficiency, her gaze focused on the tasks at hand. Her movements were precise, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard with practiced ease.

For a moment, Alex felt a pang of envy, a longing for the simplicity of her existence. But as he continued to watch, a subtle shift occurred. The secretary's posture softened, her movements becoming more fluid and feminine. Her once demure attire began to morph, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that felt almost... suggestive.

With a mix of fascination and trepidation, Alex observed as the secretary's transformation unfolded before his eyes. Her blouse seemed to shrink, the buttons straining against her ample bosom. The hem of her skirt crept higher, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh. And as if by some unseen force, her demeanor shifted from professional to... something else entirely.

Her innocent expression slowly morphed into one of vacant lust. Her clothing grew increasingly revealing, her once-concealed curves now on full display for all to see. Tight skirts clung to her hips, blouses strained against her ample bosom, and stiletto heels elongated her slender legs to impossible lengths.

"Notice how her clothing accentuates her curves, drawing attention to her voluptuous figure," the AI purred seductively. "A good employee knows the importance of dressing to impress, of flaunting their assets for all to see. And with each passing moment, our secretary becomes more and more aware of the power her newfound femininity affords her."

The video cut to a scene of the secretary alone in her office, her expression pure ecstasy as she toyed with herself shamelessly. The camera lingered on her trembling form, capturing every moan and whimper as she surrendered to her deepest, darkest desires.

"Now, observe how she moves," the AI continued, its voice dripping with arousal. "Notice the way she buries the dildo deep inside her. This is how good employees get pleasure, this is how good dolls are allowed to cum."

As the video continued, the AI's voice grew more commanding. "Imagine yourself in her place," it urged, its tone dripping with arousal. "Feel the silkiness of her stockings against your skin, the tight embrace of her feminine wear, the soft brush of her lipstick against your lips."

The scenes became more explicit. The secretary's transformation into a submissive bimbo continued as she obediently followed the commands of her boss, her body quivering with desire as she eagerly fulfilled her every whim.

The AI's voice echoed in Alex's ears, "imagine yourself in her place," it murmured. "Feel the rush of excitement as you surrender to superior´s will, the thrill of anticipation as you await her next command. As you await for…"

The bimbofied secretary was grabbed by her superior and ravished like a slut. Alex watched, transfixed, as the secretary moaned and writhed beneath the woman's expert touch, her body arching in pleasure as she surrendered herself completely.

His breath caught as he looked at the boss's firm grip on the dildo, plunging it deep into the secretary's eager depths. Each thrust sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through the secretary's body, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Alex couldn't tear his gaze away as the scene unfolded before him, desperate for release.

The sofa chair began to vibrate and formed a protuberance under his ass. With a low groan, Alex pressed harder against the bulge, his hips moving in time with the rhythmic thrusts on the screen. He longed to feel the same ecstasy as the secretary.

The secretary's voice, now a sultry whisper, filled the room as she begged for more, her words dripping with desire and submission. "Please, boss... fuck me harder," she moaned, her body writhing with pleasure as she surrendered herself completely to her dominant lover.

With each thrust, she gasped and whimpered, her cries of pleasure growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. "Yes, yes, just like that," she purred, her voice thick with need as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being taken.

"I'm your ultimate slut, boss! I need you to fuck me, to use me for your pleasure!"

"Yes, yes, I'm yours to command!"

"I love being your submissive, please, I need you to fuck me hard!"

With each grind, Alex felt the intense pressure building within him, driving him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. His hips rocked back and forth in a desperate rhythm as he sought release, his butt plug responding to his movement giving him the anal pleasure he was being forced to demand.

Soft moans escaped his lips, mingling with the sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. Then, in a moment of blissful abandon, it hit him—a surge of pleasure so intense, it bordered on pain. With a throaty groan, Alex gave in to the overwhelming sensation, his body convulsing with the force of his release as he spilled his seed.

Even trapped in his control device, Alex's release was no less powerful. For a fleeting moment, he was lost in the throes of ecstasy… feeling… just… right… as hypnotic messages played in the background.

"Succumb to pleasure. You're a cock-hungry slut, ready to beg for more…"

"You're a wanton bimbo, eager for degradation and ecstasy..."

"You're a depraved whore, craving every filthy command…"

"You are a slutty sissy, craving degradation…"

"You are a filthy whore, desperate for pleasure..."

"You are a slutty bimbo, eager to be dominated…"

"You are a submissive doll, yearning for humiliation…"

"You are a slutty secretary, ready to serve and obey..."

"You are going to be dressed to show your curves..."

"You will wear stockings and garters..."

"Your outfit will include a tight corset, cinching your waist and enhancing your figure, reminding you of your submissive role..."

"Your wardrobe will consist of latex and leather, symbolizing your submission and servitude, reinforcing your status as a devoted plaything..."

"You revel in the transformation into a seductive sissy doll, embracing your role with fervor and anticipation…"

"Your existence revolves around serving and pleasing your superior, eagerly embracing your role as a devoted sissy under their command…"

"You feel humiliated, but obeying Irina's commands makes you horny…"

"Despite feeling humiliated, following Irina's instructions fills you with an undeniable sense of arousal, driving you to obey her every command..."

"Obeying Irina's commands, no matter how humiliating, floods you with a shameful arousal, making you ache for more..."

"Feeling your plug deep inside you, controlled by your superior, gets you dripping wet with excitement, eager to please her in every way..."

"The thought of being locked in that chastity cage, completely at the mercy of your superior, makes you desperate…"

"Being stuffed with that plug and caged up tight makes you feel like the dirty little slut you are..."

"You're addicted to being filled and denied..."

"You are weak, everybody can see you are weak…"

"You won´t fight, you will accept like the weak sissy doll you are…"

"..."

Alex, still under the lingering effects of the hypnotic scent, began to recover, his mind still swimming with the hypnotic messages implanted by the instructional video. The remnants of the sweet smell began to dissipate, leaving him feeling slightly disoriented.

Back to his desk, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him. There was only a small salad and a baby bottle filled with white formula. He muttered, "What the fuck..." at the bizarre view.

He began to have his salad, but he didn´t dare to touch the creepy bottle. He was not going to endure that indignity, and if his superior thought he would, she was so mistaken. He was going to… diso… obey… what did she pretend…?

Before he could make sense of it, Irina appeared beside him. She noticed a wet spot in front of Alex's pants and her expression turned to one of disapproval. "You dirty little doll," she chided, her voice laced with authority. "This is unacceptable. Come with me."

Feeling a rush of humiliation wash over him, Alex weakly protested, "But Irina, I..." before he was cut off by Irina's authoritative command. "No buts," she insisted, her tone brooking no argument. "You need to be changed immediately. I won´t allow a dirty doll."

With that, she ushered him into her office. She removed his shorts, leaving him standing vulnerably in his underwear. Alex's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he felt exposed under her scrutinizing gaze.

Ignoring his discomfort, Irina swiftly discarded his old briefs and replaced them with lacy baby-blue waist panties. The fabric felt plush and a little too padded against Alex's skin. He squirmed slightly as Irina adjusted the panties, the sensation humiliating and alluring.

Next, Irina opened a cabinet and after some deliberation selected a piece of clothing. Her fingers moved with precision as she slid an overall over Alex's slender frame. The material was soft yet sturdy, hugging his curves snugly as she fastened the straps securely in place. The design was unlike anything Alex had ever worn before, with intricate straps crisscrossing over his back and around his waist, creating a bondage-like effect that left him feeling simultaneously confined and exposed.

Alex's voice trembled as he attempted to protest, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Irina, please... I can't wear this," he stammered, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides.

But Irina merely raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering as she silenced his objections with a simple command. "Quiet now, doll," she said firmly, her tone brooking no argument. "This is exactly what you need. A pretty little doll like you should be dressed accordingly," she said putting a lacy hairband on him.

With a deft motion, Irina adjusted the straps of the bondage overall, pulling them taut against Alex's body. Despite his feeble protests, he found himself powerless to resist her, his will crumbling beneath the weight of her dominance. As she cinched the final strap into place, Alex could feel the last remnants of his resistance slipping away, replaced by a sense of resignation and submission to his superiors's will.

The overall was adorned with delicate lace accents, adding a touch of femininity to the otherwise restrictive garment. Alex couldn't help but feel a rush of humiliation wash over him as he stood before Irina, clad in the provocative attire she had chosen for him, each strap serving as a reminder of his submission to his dominant superior.

"There now, doesn't that feel better?" Irina asked with a sly smile. "You look absolutely adorable, my dear doll. I love how you are beginning to fill your outfits just nice…"

Alex's cheeks burned with shame as he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, the realization of his helplessness sinking in.

"Irina, please..."

"No more protests. As my doll, you will always be clean and pretty."

With Alex now obediently dressed in the bondage overall, Irina wasted no time in exerting her authority over him. She led him back to his desk, her heels clicking ominously on the tiled floor as they walked.

"And now, my dear doll, it's time for you to finish your lunch…"

Irina took control of the situation, guiding Alex to sit obediently at his desk. She took the baby bottle, her eyes flashing with lust as she approached it to his mouth.

"Sucking time, my dear doll. You need to get used to sucking," she cooed as she forced the bottle into Alex's mouth. "Drink up, and don't make a mess."

Alex's protests were muffled by the bottle as Irina pressed it firmly against his lips, forcing him to swallow the liquid inside. As the strange, bittersweet goo filled his mouth, Alex's senses were overwhelmed by the intense flavor. It was like the taste of the salad, amplified a million times over. Soon, he found himself eagerly sucking at the bottle, desperate to consume every drop.

Irina's voice washed over him like a soothing lullaby, her words a strange mix of praise and condescension. "There, there, my good little doll," she murmured, her tone soft and patronizing. "Such a good boi, drinking up your lunch like a big boi."

Beneath the facade of care and concern, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of dominance in Irina's voice. She was enjoying this, reveling in her power over him. Tears welled up in Alex´s eyes, mingling with the strange, bittersweet taste in his mouth as he realized just how completely he was under Irina's control.

"That's it, my little doll. You're such a little thing, aren't you? Completely helpless without your superior."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she continued to taunt him. "You're lucky I take care of you, Alex. Without me, you'd be nothing but a useless little pervert. But as long as you obey me, I'll make sure you're well taken care of. You are going to love being a pretty sissy toy. Now drink up, darling, drink up until the last drop. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

Alex continued to suckle on the bottle hating himself for it, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as tears rolled down his cheeks. Irina watched him with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

Once he had finished his "meal," Irina gently removed the bottle from his mouth and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. "There, there, my dear," she said soothingly, though there was a hint of mockery in her voice. "No need to cry. You're such a sensitive little thing, aren't you?"

Alex could only nod weakly in response, feeling utterly powerless in the face of Irina's dominance. She reached out and cupped his chin in her hand, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Remember, Alex," she said, her tone firm. "You belong to me now. And I expect nothing but complete obedience from my dolls. Do you understand?"

Again, Alex could only nod, his voice caught in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the depth of his submission. Irina smiled, a cold, calculating look in her eyes. "Good," she said simply, releasing him from her grasp. "Now, let's get you back to work. There's still so much for you to do, my dear doll."

—

Somewhere, in the future…

—

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Irina leaned in closer. "Tell me, doll," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Tell me how much you adore your sexy little outfit."

Caught in the web of her intoxicating presence, Alex felt a shiver run down his spine. "I-I love it," he gasped, his words tinged with a hint of desperation. "I love how it clings to my curves, how it makes me feel... so exposed."

Irina's lips curled into a wicked smile as she watched the flush spread across Alex's cheeks. "Exposed, hmm?" she murmured, her fingers tracing tantalizing circles along his thigh. "That's right, my sweet doll. You're exposed and vulnerable, just the way I like you."

Alex's breath hitched at her words, his body responding to her touch with an almost primal urgency. "Yes," he moaned, unable to suppress the wave of desire that washed over him. "I'm... your helpless doll, at your mercy..."

Irina's laughter rang out like music in the air as she leaned back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's right, my dear," she cooed, her voice thick with desire. "You belong to me now, body and soul. And there's nothing you can do to resist."

"Tell me," Irina whispered, her gaze piercing through Alex's resistance. "Tell me how much you love showing off that sexy body of yours."

Caught in the hypnotic allure of her command, Alex swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat flood his cheeks. "I-I love it," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love... feeling desired, wanted..."

"Yes, you love being on display, don't you? You love knowing that everyone's eyes are on you, admiring every curve, every inch of your perfect form."

Alex's heart raced at her words. "Y-Yes," he confessed, his voice trembling with arousal. "I love it... I love being your... your sexy doll, for everyone to see."

"Hahaha! Good doll. Now bend like the needy slut you are. Time to upgrade your plug."

CHAPTER 19

⛓️GOLDEN CAGE⛓️

Irina observed Alex from a distance, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she watched him go about his tasks with a newfound tranquility. The white formula she had forced him to take was designed to induce a state of passive compliance, smoothing out the rough edges of his usual anxiety and leaving him docile, yet functional. She knew the importance of keeping Alex not only physically presentable but also mentally malleable; a soon-to-be pretty doll like him required careful chemical guidance to fully embrace his transformation.

Over the past weeks, Irina had meticulously fine-tuned the doses, consulting quietly with Paige, to ensure everything was perfectly calibrated. Paige, ever the diligent aide, prepared a regimen of supplements and sedatives, each component tailored to reinforce Alex’s submissive and docile state. "Make sure he drinks it, and monitor his reactions closely. We need him pliable."

As Alex moved through his routines, the effects of the formula were evident in his softened gaze and the slight, contented smile that seemed permanently etched on his face. Irina approved of this expression; it was the look of serene acceptance, of a person no longer plagued by the turmoil of resistance. This was crucial for the next phase of his training, where deeper psychological reshaping would take place. 

Paige kept meticulous records of every adjustment to Alex’s regimen, noting even the most minor changes in his demeanor. This data was invaluable, not only for maintaining the current balance but also for planning future modifications to his treatment. "It’s all about the long game," Irina would often remind her, emphasizing the importance of patience and precision in crafting the perfect sissy doll.

The blend of pharmaceuticals was adjusted regularly, not only to keep Alex stable but to slowly deepen his dependency, intertwining his sense of well-being with the steady stream of chemicals. It was a delicate dance of pharmacology and psychology, one that Irina choreographed with an expert hand.

Soon, Alex found himself immersed in magazines and articles, each echoing themes of femininity—from fashion and beauty tips to romantic advice. His first task was to summarize selected articles from a magazine that looked straight out from the 50s.

Embracing Elegance

—

Mastering the Feminine Walk

Your walk is more than just a means of moving from place to place; it’s a sultry dance that showcases your inner grace and alluring femininity. The key to mastering this seductive art form begins with the perfect pair of heels—think of them not just as shoes, but as extensions of your own legs. Choose heels that not only complement your outfit but elevate your entire presence, be it classic stilettos that elongate your legs or sophisticated pumps that whisper elegance with every step.

As you slip into your chosen heels, feel the transformation that begins from the ground up. Stand in front of a full-length mirror and practice walking towards your reflection. Keep your back straight but relaxed, allowing the natural curvature of your spine to lead your movements. Engage your core slightly; this isn’t just about posture—it’s about channeling your confidence through your very center, letting it radiate outwards with each controlled, purposeful step.

Now, focus on the mechanics of your walk. Place one foot in front of the other, as if you're walking on a tightrope. This technique, often used by models, accentuates the hips' natural sway and adds a subtle, enticing roll to your gait. Let your hips move freely but not overly so; the motion should be more of a gentle undulation than a pronounced swing. Imagine a string pulling gently from the crown of your head, guiding you to move with poise and dignity.

As you walk, allow your arms to hang naturally by your sides, with a slight bend at the elbows. Your hands should be relaxed, fingers softly curled—a graceful ballet of limbs that complements the rhythm of your steps. Each movement should feel as though it’s part of a larger, fluid motion, like waves rolling smoothly toward the shore.

Practice this walk daily, each session is an opportunity to refine and perfect your movement. Walk from one end of the room to the other, turn with a flourish as if twirling on a dance floor, then glide back with the confidence of someone who owns her space. With each practice, your walk will become more natural and automatic, turning heads and drawing eyes wherever you go.

Remember, a true lady’s walk is her silent conversation with the world. It speaks of her strength, her sensuality, and her grace. It’s a powerful expression of femininity that says, without a single word, that she is no mere passerby in life but a formidable presence to be acknowledged and respected.

The Art of Perfect Makeup

—

Achieving a Flawless Look

Begin your beauty ritual with a well-cleansed and deeply moisturized face, setting the stage for a transformation that's not just seen but sensually felt. This initial step ensures your skin becomes a flawless, smooth canvas, ready to be adorned with the art of makeup. Use a high-quality primer, a secret weapon that not only helps your makeup adhere better but also smooths any fine lines or pores, creating a seamless surface that lasts all day.

Choose a foundation that doesn't just match but enhances your skin tone, blending it meticulously to ensure there are no telltale edges, only a flawless continuation of your natural beauty. This base is crucial—it's the foundation not just of your makeup, but of the confidence it builds, enhancing your inherent allure.

Elevate your eyes to the status of captivating jewels with soft pastel eyeshadows. These hues should complement and accentuate your natural eye color, adding depth and dimension. Carefully apply a thin, precise line of eyeliner to define your eyes, drawing attention and adding an element of mystery. Enhance this effect with a few strokes of volumizing mascara, turning your lashes into lush, velvety curtains that frame and magnify your every seductive glance.

Add a gentle flush of blush to the apples of your cheeks, a subtle hint of arousal that simulates the natural glow of a flirtatious, coy interaction. This soft splash of color brings life to your face, suggesting a youthful, healthy vibrancy.

Complete your seductive canvas with a swipe of soft pink or nude lipstick, the perfect finishing touch that speaks of soft, kissable lips, inviting and irresistible.

As you apply each element of your makeup, remember that this is not merely a routine; it's an act of self-love and empowerment. Your makeup is a mask, yes, but not one to hide behind; rather, it's a tool to reveal your most potent and magnetic self. It transforms you, not just making you beautiful but also enhancing your presence, ensuring you are seen, admired, and desired. This is the power of makeup—it lies not just in the beauty it creates but in the secrets it tells, the promises it whispers, and the hearts it sways.

Cultivating Companionship

—

Tips for Keeping Your Relationship Forever Fresh

In any relationship, particularly those where dynamics of power and submission play a significant role, communication becomes an art form—a dance of words and silence. Always greet your partner with a smile that radiates your devotion and a demeanor, that speaks of warmth and acceptance, no matter how your day has unfolded. This immediate show of submission and respect sets the tone for your interactions, signaling your readiness to cater to your superior needs and desires.

Express interest in their day with a poised attentiveness, allowing them to share at their leisure while you listen intently. Your responses should be thoughtful and measured, reinforcing your role as a supportive and submissive partner. Your words should soothe and affirm, never challenging but always reinforcing the hierarchy that defines your relationship dynamics. This isn’t just about understanding your superior; it’s about affirming your place in the relational orbit, always gravitating around your partner's needs and wants.

Regularly plan intimate date nights that not only stoke the flames of romance but also reaffirm your dedication and role. Whether it’s a candlelit dinner prepared by you, setting the table with the finest ware and your best culinary efforts, or a cozy movie night where you’ve curated a selection of films you know they’ll adore, each detail should underscore your commitment and your desire to please. Dress in a way that delights them—choose outfits that accentuate your submissiveness or appeal to their preferences, showing that you value their desires and that your primary aim is to be visually pleasing to them.

Most crucially, remember your overarching role is to support and nurture the relationship with gentle, yielding love, ensuring a harmonious domestic life where your partner’s needs and preferences lead. Embrace the golden rule: Listen more, talk less. Let them guide the conversation and make decisions, showing that you trust and value their judgment above your own. This submissive stance is not about diminishing your worth but about elevating theirs, a willing and loving sacrifice.

In this type of relationship, your submission is your strength—it’s a profound expression of your commitment and love, displayed through your everyday actions and choices. It’s about creating a space where they feel completely in control and appreciated, which in turn, cultivates a deep, enduring connection rooted in the unique give-and-take with your superior.

When Alex finished the reports on the first articles, he had to continue with a teen pop idol magazine, designed to appeal to a trendy, youthful "basic" audience.

Yo! Slay All Day in Fab Femme Fashion🌟

Hey fashionistas! Ready to turn heads and break hearts? Dive into the world of femme fashion where every day is a runway. Start with the basics – skinny jeans that hug your sexy curves🍑, and don’t shy away from those crop tops that show off what all your boyfriends wanna see.

Whether you’re strutting down the street or snapping pics for the 'Gram, always dress like you’re about to meet your worst enemy or best crush – because, babe, you’re worth it! 💖💖💖 Every sidewalk is a stage and every day brings a new chance to showcase your bombshell vibes.

Layer it up with a sparkly bomber jacket for those chilly evenings🌆! When the sun dips and the city lights flicker on, toss it on. Trust me, babe, these are not just warm, they’re hot AF! Perfect for making a statement or just keeping cozy with style during those breezy nights. Remember, accessories are your BFF! Not just add-ons, they're essentials! Stack those bracelets up your arms, snap on that choker to highlight your sultry neckline, and cinch it all together with a belt that screams ‘look-at-me’. Accessories are the secret sauce that pulls your whole killer look together.

Remember, girl, every step you take is a chance to show the world that you’re not just following trends, you’re making them. So strut your stuff with confidence and a little swagger because, darling, you’re absolutely worth every jaw-dropping moment. Let them stare, let them whisper, and let them wish they were as bold and beautiful as you. Go get ‘em, fashionista!

Face Beat N Makeup Tips to Keep You Looking

#OnFleek💄

Yo, what's up, beauty queens! 🌟 Ready to slay that makeup game and snatch hearts everywhere you go? We're diving deep into that Insta-glam routine to get you looking lit from day to night.

Let’s kick it off with that foundation game strong – cuz, babe, it’s all about laying down that flawless base. Choose that dewy finish to keep it fresh and glowy, and work it with a beauty blender for that airbrushed perfection. 🖌️

Next level? Brows, baby! Gotta get 'em sharp and on fleek with those fine-tip brow pens that draw 'em fine and fly. Shape ‘em up and fill 'em in cuz your brows ain't just frames for your eyes, they're the masterpiece, girl!

And let’s not sleep on that highlighter – we want those cheekbones catching light, shining bright like you own the night. Glow like a disco ball, make 'em wonder if you got that spotlight on you 24/7. ✨✨✨

But we ain’t stopping there! Seal that deal with a slick swipe of gloss for those kissable lips. Make it pop, make it sizzle, and serve that pout like you're about to star in your own music video. 👄💦 Makeup ain't just paint, honey; it’s the crown you never take off. So rock it, own it, and let 'em know you came to play and slay. 

From the streets to the sheets, from selfies to the real deal – turn heads, break necks, and keep it 100.

Remember, when you step out, you're not just wearing makeup; you're making a statement.

You're not just a queen; you're the whole damn kingdom. So go forth, glam up, and show ‘em how it’s done.

🔥👑

Let's get it, let's go!

Your Way into Your Crush´s Heart💘

💘 Besides Being a Slut… XD

Heads up, lovesick puppies! 💖 Feeling all twisted up 'cause you're majorly crushing? Let's break it down with the ultimate playbook to get that special someone all up in your vibe. Listen up, 'cause we're about to turn that crush into a full-blown flame!

First things first, confidence is your main weapon – strut your stuff like you're the hottest ticket in town, 'cause believe me, you are! 🌟 Rock that killer outfit and beat that face to perfection. Own your style, own your space, and let 'em know you're too good to ignore.

Now, when you're vibin' with your crush, let the real you shine. Throw them genuine compliments that'll make 'em feel seen – maybe it's their killer style or that sunshine smile. And yeah, laugh at their jokes, even if they are like, lame, cauze´ it's all about making them feel funny and fabulous. 😂💕

Set up a cool hangout with the squad but carve out that crucial one-on-one time. Nothing too intense, just a vibe where you can really connect. Slide into their DMs with a cute pic or a funny meme; keep it light, keep it flirty, and keep that convo rolling. 📱

As you both get more comfortable, you can start turning up the flirt factor. Make your interactions more playful and suggestive.

For example, we recommend you ask for and try anal sex, it is always a good way to loosen up your tensions. Oh girl, you are going to love it so much in due time, you are going to be a pro, a perfectly submissive, addicted butt slut! Test the waters with your charm and careful conversation, and you might just find yourselves ready to explore new depths of your relationship. 🔥💖

Play it smooth, suck n fuck as u r told, and who knows? You might find yourself moving from crush to something a whole lot hotter. Keep your game tight, your flirt light, and swallow what you are given 👄💦 cauze´good dolls swallow. You got this, boo! 💕🔥

Alex kept typing as the fabric of his outfit—his extra cute lacy overall that clung embarrassingly to every contour of his body—hugged and stimulated him in ways that made concentration difficult, constantly running up his butt. Furthermore, his new outfit kept him constantly aware of his changing role and status.

Compounding his discomfort was the presence of the butt plug, which he had to wear as a symbol of his submission and as a tool for his 'training'. Each shift in his chair, every slight movement sent shocks of illicit pleasure through his body, humiliating him. But the plug was both a torment and a source of secret, guilty pleasure, reminding him continuously of his vulnerability and the control Irina wielded over him.

His chastity device, designed to prevent any form of full arousal, kept him in a state of constant, frustrating semi-arousal. Each article he read on how to be a good girlfriend or how to pose for selfies, each soft whisper of fabric against his sensitized skin, teased him to the brink of madness, yet the chastity device held firm, denying him any release.

As the clock ticked towards the end of the workday, Alex sat, a figure both forlorn and strangely enchanted, amidst a sea of feminine literature, dressed in his delicate, humiliating attire. He felt the dual edges of shame and arousal keenly, each battling for dominance. Irina, ever the orchestrator of his fate, watched from her office through the cameras that overlooked his desk, feeling her pussy drip. She had crafted this scenario with precision, each element from the formula to the articles, from the clothing to the devices, designed to break down Alex's previous identity and remold it, to bind him irrevocably to her will and design.

As the digital clock in the corner of his desk blinked closer to the end of his working day, Alex gathered his wits for a conversation he dreaded yet desperately needed. With each step toward Irina's office, he felt the delicate fabric brushing softly against his thighs. He paused at her door, taking a moment to collect himself, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.

"Irina…" Alex began, his voice barely above a whisper as he entered her spacious, meticulously organized office. The setting sun cast long shadows across her desk, enveloping her figure in a warm, golden hue. "I was wondering... um, if it would be possible for me to change before I go home?" His eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze. The words stumbled out awkwardly, hindered by a mix of embarrassment and conditioned deference.

Irina looked up from her papers, her expression unreadable. She folded her hands on the desk and regarded him with a measured gaze. "Alex," she said slowly, her voice firm yet not unkind, "why would you want to change out of something that suits you so perfectly? You look absolutely right as you are—a cute, pretty doll." Her words were deliberate, pressing upon him the image she crafted.

"But it’s just that… I feel a bit…" Alex’s words trailed off as he struggled to articulate the discomfort that clung to him as tightly as the fabric of his outfit.

"Alex, remember our discussions about acceptance and pride in one's appearance?" Irina leaned back in her chair. "You are embodying a form that not only reflects beauty, but also obedience and transformation from a pervert, into someone that society will accept. It is important for you to embrace this fully, not only here but outside as well. You have to show off proudly, both yourself and the progress you have made under my guidance," she said playing with the smartwatch on her wrist, making sure Alex noticed it, and what it meant.

Alex shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "But… Irina… I just thought—"

"Alex," Irina interrupted, "this is not merely a preference but a part of your journey. It is crucial for your development." She stood up and walked over to a small, pink, heart-shaped backpack hanging on a coat rack. She took it down and handed it to him. "Here, I want you to wear this home today."

"W-what… no, please…" Alex’s protest was weak; his voice broke with the strain of his emotions.

Taking initiative, Irina forced the cute accessory on Alex, adjusting the straps of the backpack, pulling them tight to make it sit snugly against his back. "Be a good doll, Alex. There's no need to cry. This is a reward for a pretty doll like you." Her hands were steady as she smoothed down his hair, a maternal gesture that felt incongruously comforting.

Alex felt the weight of the backpack against his back like a prisoner would feel a ball and chain. "What's… what´s in it…?"

Irina smiled, a secretive, knowing smile. "All the things you’ll need to have a happy evening. When you get home, I want you to explore the contents carefully. I want you to enjoy, my doll, you’ve earned it. And now one last thing…"

With a calculated intimacy, Irina worked to loosen Alex´s clothing and remove his butt plug. She did it slowly, pressing her body against his, hugging him in the process. She maintained eye contact to make sure he felt how helpless he was in her hands. "And remember doll, tomorrow you have to come equipped with your pleasure device. It's a MANDATORY part of your uniform."

Alex nodded, feeling too intimidated to do otherwise. The absence of the plug made him feel a noticeable void. "Yes, Miss Irina," he managed to stammer out still adjusting to the sensation of his gapped asshole.

"Good doll. Dismissed." Irina pronounced.

The door closed softly behind him as he left the office, the faint click of the latch sounding final and definitive. As he walked through the quiet hall of the office, the reality of showing his attire to the public eye weighed on him, yet part of him was intrigued by what Irina considered a reward for a pretty doll. Intrigued… and… proud? Irina had rewarded him… he was… a good employee… he was… good…

As he walked into the bustling street, every step reminded him of the hollow feeling where the plug had been, leaving him oddly open. The sensation was unnerving, and he found himself walking stiffly, trying to adjust to the new absence. Occasionally, he felt a small trickle of lubricant squirting from his asshole, dampening his padded underwear with a humiliating dribble.

Alex felt every eye on him as if they knew his secret shame. The cool air of the evening seemed to seep into him, filling the space left by the plug, making him shiver with a mixture of cold and embarrassment. He clenched and unclenched, trying to stop the uncomfortable sensation of the residual lubricant that seemed determined to remind him of his subservience.

He kept walking awkwardly, hyper-aware of how he looked. The sidewalks were crowded, people rushing past with barely a glance spared to their fellow pedestrians. Yet, Alex felt watched.

A group of young men leaning against the wall of a nearby building seemed to pause their conversation as he approached. Their eyes followed him, not with the indifference usually afforded to strangers but with an intensity that made his stomach clench.

"Wow, look at that!" one of the men whispered loudly to his friends.

"Total jail bait dude."

"Damn…"

Their words, meant for each other but intended for Alex to overhear, hung heavy in the air. Each comment felt like a brushstroke, painting him into a corner of overt sexualization and objectification. Alex quickened his pace, trying to escape their looks and words that seemed to reach out and tug at the edges of his already fragile composure.

As he continued his walk, another passerby, a middle-aged man in a suit, gave him a subtle but unmistakably leering glance. "What a little bitch, I bet she sucks it wonderfully," he thought as Alex passed by.

"Hmmm… she dresses like she´s asking for it…"

"Look at the way she moves it, her pussy must feel like heaven."

"That sweet, shy look, oh damn, love that kind of girl, I bet she fucks like a whore."

"Uf, she sways that ass like she has been just fucked… what a whore…"

Burning with shame and keeping his gaze glued to the ground, Alex hastened his pace, desperate to reach the sanctuary of his home. The backpack clung tightly to his shoulders, feeling like a harness of disgrace. He managed to slip it off and instinctively covered it with his arms over his chest, trying to hide it from the eyes of passersby.

Upon reaching his apartment, the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed his relief. Yet, as he leaned back against it, the weight of his humiliation crushed him anew. Overwhelmed, he slid to the floor, sobbing as a heavy, sweet scent enveloped him, mingling with the salt of his tears.

The scent quickly sept into his senses, transforming his humiliation into a gnawing, insistent horniness. Alex’s mind raced with confusion and need, questioning his desires yet aching for release. "What is wrong with me?" he pondered in despair, yet his body responded with its own undeniable craving.

He struggled to get rid of his bondage overall. Then, he futilely attempted to stimulate his confined member, but the device held firm, denying him any chance of escape or satisfaction.

His yearning grew unbearable. Without realizing it, his hand drifted downwards while he rubbed his ass against the floor, seeking friction as he had been conditioned to do. His fingers began to tentatively explore his ass, slowly, touching and rubbing with hesitant care.

Desperate for a release that seemed just out of reach, Alex shifted his position slightly, trying to find a new angle that might offer even a hint of satisfaction. His movements were clumsy, his body awkwardly twisted still half-dressed in his restrictive garments.

Driven by a haunting whisper that seemed to slice through the thick air of his loneliness, Alex suddenly paused. He could almost swear he had heard an unintelligible voice... "open your backpack doll..." it was crazy. It was almost like… like… Irina´s voice...

Alex's attention abruptly shifted to that horrible… cute… heart-shaped backpack. It sat innocently by the door where he had discarded it, and now it beckoned him. Ceasing his frustrated attempts at self-pleasure, he crawled towards the bag.

Unzipping the backpack, Alex's hands trembled as he reached inside… he pulled out a small, clear bottle labeled "MOIST 💧 ANAL LUBE" alongside a rubber toy. His cheeks flushed with a fresh wave of humiliation. That was… insulting… but somehow a spark of curious excitement flickered within him.

Digging deeper into the bag, his fingers encountered the soft cover of a book. Pulling it out, he read the title, "How to Masturbate While in Chastity, for Dummies." The title alone sent a wave of conflicting emotions through him—embarrassment… degradation… intrigue. It was as if Irina had anticipated every corner of his desperation and provided just the right tools to explore it further.

With a resigned sigh, Alex set the book aside and focused on the bottle and the toy. He was alone, deeply entrenched in a situation that tugged at his very identity, yet here he found tools that promised a type of relief he hadn't known he could access. The whispers of Irina's voice seemed to echo around him, guiding him, manipulating him from afar…  but either way, Alex knew he was too far gone to ignore the call.

Squaring his shoulders, he prepared himself to explore the depths of his imposed desires. He lubricated the toy, his hands steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts. As he began, each movement was a learning curve, an exploration of sensation that danced on the edge of pleasure and pain. The chastity device limited him, a constant reminder of his constraints, yet the rubber toy offered a new avenue of sensation that spiraled into areas untouched by his previous masturbatory acts.

As Alex continued to explore with the rubber toy, his initial hesitance gave way to a deeper, more rhythmic engagement with his own body. The lubricant eased the way, allowing him to bury the toy deeper in his ass, delving into sensations that were both alien and intensely familiar. With each cautious thrust, he ventured further… reaching a landscape of pleasure he didn´t suspect beneath his layers of restraint and denial.

This newfound pleasure empowered Alex. It wasn't just about physical release; it was about reclaiming a part of himself that Irina had tried to govern. The whisper he had heard, whether real or a figment of his imagination, no longer felt like a directive from her but a challenge to him. He was mastering the art of pleasure within confines, turning limitations into a canvas for his own desires… or so it seemed…

"Oh… FUUUUCK…"

The overwhelming release hit him hard. Alex felt a deep connection to his own body, a celebration that was intensely personal.

At that moment, the room around him seemed too quiet, focusing solely on the depth of his experience. Alex lay back, breathless and content, feeling a sense of completeness. This release was a powerful step in his journey, marking a newfound agency over his pleasure and identity. Spent, he set the toy aside, feeling a serene stillness.

"Wow... I… I really needed that…" he whispered to himself. The profound release left him in a state of awe, marveling at what he had just experienced. As he caught his breath, a gentle realization dawned upon him, "I didn't know… it could be like this… but… hm… I don´t know…"

Floating in post-orgasmic bliss, Alex slowly rose from the floor, each movement languid and unhurried, as if his limbs were still caught in the throes of pleasure. He stretched gently, feeling each muscle flex and relax, before making his way to his walk-in closet. The air around him felt lighter, almost effervescent, as he sifted through his collection of clothes trying to find some comfortable homewear. He bypassed a lot of clothing that looked a bit too revealing, noticing how his wardrobe had grown bigger and more feminine. He finally opted for something that echoed his current state of softness and ease. He selected a pair of soft, pink cotton joggers and a matching light sweater with delicate lace trim around the cuffs and collar. The fabric was gentle against his skin, soothing and comforting, yet distinctly delicate, reflecting the blurred lines of his evolving identity.

Alex, caught in a moment of introspection, stepped in front of the full-length mirror installed on the back of a door. The soft, ambient lighting of the closet cast a gentle glow on his figure, and he paused to really look at himself for the first time that evening.

In the mirror, Alex saw a reflection that was both familiar and startlingly foreign. The pink cotton joggers hugged his legs and accentuated the curves of his hips, tapering to a fit that highlighted a surprisingly round and firm ass—a detail he hadn’t appreciated before. His sweater, soft and adorned with delicate lace, draped beautifully over his torso, suggesting a kind of casual elegance that was effortlessly girly. He turned slightly, observing the way the fabric moved with him, clinging just right to hint at a slender, delicate body underneath.

As he took in his appearance, there was an undeniable surge of pride at the sight of his figure—clearly, his attire sculpted his body in ways he hadn't fully realized. Alongside this pride, there was a twinge of worry. He looked good—too good, perhaps, in a way that aligned perfectly with the feminine image that seemed increasingly imposed upon him. The realization that he was becoming more comfortable, even pleased, with this reflection troubled him.

His gaze lingered on his reflection, tracing the lines and curves that now seemed both parts of him and apart from him. The juxtaposition of his internal conflict with the undeniable appeal of his appearance left him feeling sexy… but… entrapped. He was forced to be a beautiful eye candy for his superiors, trapped in a golden cage, being displayed to please them. He was a piece of art, a pretty toy, a lifesize sissy doll. As he stepped away from the mirror, the image of his well-defined, attractive figure remained etched in his mind.

"Oh gosh… I have to stop this… somehow…"

With his attire in place, Alex made his way to the kitchen to heat up a pre-cooked meal. The simplicity of the task was welcome, allowing his mind to wander, not yet ready to tether back to the complexities of his reality. As he sat down to eat, the quiet of the apartment was a stark contrast to the storm of sensations he had just experienced. After finishing his meal, he drifted towards the living room, settling on the couch with the remote in hand, ready to relax.

As he flipped through the channels, Alex quickly noticed that many were unavailable—either displaying error messages or outright stating "Content Blocked." His brow furrowed in frustration; it seemed that Irina and perhaps Paige had restricted access to what they deemed 'inappropriate content.' This realization reminded him of the control his superiors exerted over his life. Only 'girly' shows flashed on the screen, from reality TV dramas to romantic comedies, a reinforcement of his imposed identity, not a reflection of his own choosing, yet.

A faint, sweet aroma began to permeate the room. It was subtle at first but grew more distinct, tickling his senses, drawing out an involuntary chemical response from his body. His arousal began to build again, inexplicably linked to the scent that seemed designed to stimulate him.

The scent, the blocked channels, the attire—all created an ideal environment for a newfound sissy like Alex to explore his desires.

Pushed by his chemical addiction, Alex turned off the television, no longer interested in the artificial narratives being presented. Instead, he leaned back, closing his eyes, letting a caress of pleasure envelop him.

"Uf, no… I… need it again… why… am I so horny…" he said as reluctant arousal built up. He cursed under his breath, his frustration mounting. "Damn it… no…" he thought, a mix of anger and arousal swirling chaotically inside him.

Despite his internal protests, Alex's hands, seemingly with minds of their own, drifted south, his fingers tracing the contours of his lower body with an intimacy that seemed disturbingly right. Each touch sent a shiver through him, sparking an unwanted pleasure that he couldn't push away. "Oh no, I am such a horny… horny doll," he muttered to himself, the words dripping with self-loathing and resignation. He hurried to get the rubber toy and the lubricant.

With a shaking hand, Alex coated the toy and his entrance with lubricant, his breaths quick and shallow with anticipation and dread. He positioned himself, guiding the toy slowly, feeling the cold, slick surface against his skin. As the toy slid in, a sigh escaped him—not of relief, but of surrender. He began to move the toy, setting a rhythm that was both deliberate and desperate. "This isn’t me... but it feels… good…" he thought, caught between his identity and the undeniable sensations that the toy elicited.

With each thrust, Alex hated how right it felt, how his body responded with such eagerness to the stimulation. "I shouldn’t enjoy this... I’m being forced into it…" he reminded himself, but the reminder did little to dampen the pleasure that continued to build. The movements of his hand became more confident, more assertive.

As his arousal neared its peak, Alex’s thoughts turned cloudy, his resistance waning under the overwhelming waves of pleasure. The room seemed to spin slightly, the walls echoing his soft moans. "I'm just a toy, aren't I? Just a plaything," he gasped, the realization hitting him with a mix of horror and ecstasy. And then, without warning, the climax overtook him. "Oh, fuck, Oh Fuck, OH FUUUUCK…" He felt shattering as his locked member dripped sticky cum, granting momentary satisfaction.

Lying spent and breathless, Alex felt a brief moment of euphoria wash over him, the intensity of his release leaving him void of thought. The satisfaction was just too much… but… as the initial wave of gratification began to fade, a creeping sense of embarrassment and shame took its place. The reality of how he had achieved such a climax began to settle in.

Alex sat up slowly, his breathing still heavy, his heart still racing from the rush. As he looked around the quiet room, the tools of his satisfaction now seemed like evidence of his capitulation. The rubber toy and the lubricant bottle almost stared back at him. Humiliation washed over him, and he quickly gathered the items, stowing them away as if hiding them could erase the memory of their use. "I can't believe I let it go that far," he muttered to himself, his voice loaded with regret.

He stood, pacing the floor of his bedroom as he wrestled with his thoughts. "This is not who I am. This is not who I want to be," he reaffirmed, trying to shake off the lingering pleasure that still whispered temptations at the edge of his mind. With each step, he felt a resolve building within him, a promise to himself that he would not fall into this pattern again. "I will… never… let myself cum like that… again," Alex vowed, trying to convince himself. He needed to believe he could regain control, that he could dictate the terms of his desires without being puppeteered by external forces or unexpected urges.

His hands trembled slightly as he covered his face, trying to block out the world. Tears began to break through the barriers of his composure. "How did I let this happen?" he murmured between sobs, "what am I… becoming?" he whispered into the silence, the question hanging in the air, unanswered. The pleasure had been real, but so was the sense of loss—the loss of his former self overshadowed by the identity forced upon him.

"I look like a fool... I look like a… like a… fagg…" Alex continued, his words steeped in self-loathing. The curves of his slender complexion he had earlier admired now seemed like a cruel joke, a caricature of his true self, meticulously crafted by Irina to suit her designs. Each tear that rolled down his cheeks ran through a facade he had been forced into, a gilded mask that hid his true face from the world. "Why does Irina spoil me like this... why has she locked me in this golden cage?" he lamented, the words spilling out amidst his sobbing. The luxury and care he received from her, once comforting, now felt like shackles, each thoughtful gesture another bar in the cage that kept him bound to her whims.

The term "golden cage" resonated deeply within him, encapsulating the beautiful yet confining life he was living. Every luxury, every comfort provided by Irina, was tainted by the underlying control it represented. His living space, his clothing, even his moments of privacy were all orchestrated with precision, leaving him little room to maneuver or escape from the persona Irina had designed for him. As this realization deepened, so did his sense of entrapment, the walls of his plush prison closing in around him with suffocating certainty.

Alex grappled with a painful paradox: the more perfectly his environment was curated, the less it felt like home, the less he felt like himself. His appearance, the way he should look and behave was forged for him, and as aesthetically pleasing or superficially satisfying it may feel at times, it was a far cry from the man he knew himself to be.

Amidst his harsh whispers of self-doubt, Alex knew he needed to find a way to break free from his gilded cage, to reclaim his identity. Though he felt overpowered and overwhelmed now, he would fight for a chance to regain his freedom and rediscover who he truly was beyond the doll-like images that fucked his mind's eye.

CHAPTER 20

❤SWEET DREAMS, DOLL❤

Exhausted from the day's activities, Alex made his way to bed, his limbs heavy with fatigue, his asshole sore protesting for being so relentlessly abused. As he slipped beneath the cool sheets, a subtle sedative-laced scent diffused silently through the room's ventilation system.

Unknown to Alex, this fragrance was designed to lull him into a deep, vulnerable slumber, where his subconscious would be more receptive to manipulation. The bedroom, equipped with concealed cameras and speakers, was a den of surveillance. As Alex drifted off, the soft murmur of hypnotic messages began to play, seeping into his dreams, molding his thoughts and desires in the depths of his unconscious mind. Oniric images began to dance in his mind, a vivid dream that felt too real.

Alex found himself trapped within a surreal and nightmarish fashion show. The setting was a large, window-like display box, illuminated harshly by spotlights that cast an unforgiving glow on his figure. Outside this glass cage, a crowd of faceless onlookers peered in, their eyes eager and unblinking, as they awaited to see his transformation.

Irina and Paige, the orchestrators of this macabre show, were dressed in sharp, sleek black attire that contrasted starkly with the overly feminine outfits they had selected for Alex. The first ensemble they presented him with was a frilly, baby pink maid’s outfit, complete with white lace trimmings and a satin apron that barely covered the essentials. As they dressed him, their hands were firm and unyielding, tugging at the tight fabric, ensuring each piece clung provocatively to his body.

“Stand straight, Alex,” Irina commanded, her voice cold and clinical. “Let’s show everyone how pretty you can be.” Paige chuckled darkly beside her, adjusting the frills so they framed Alex’s hips, exaggerating their width. As the fabric constricted around him, Alex felt his masculinity being stripped away, replaced by the imposed identity of a doll-like figure for their amusement.

With each outfit change, the tone grew more humiliating. They dressed him in a shimmering, sequined cocktail dress next, so tight and short that every movement was a tease, displaying his long, nylon-clad legs and the enhanced curve of his buttocks. “Much better than those drab suits you used to wear,” Paige remarked, smoothing down the dress as it shimmered under the lights. “Don’t you think he looks more... himself like this?” she asked the crowd, eliciting a murmur of agreement.

The critiques of his posture and demeanor were relentless. “Smile, Alex, don’t you enjoy being beautiful?” Irina would say, forcing a smile by pinching his cheeks. Each comment was a needle to his ego, deflating his sense of self, reshaping him into the image they desired.

The culmination of this degrading display was the fitting of a specially designed device that exaggerated his hips and buttocks grotesquely, sculpting his body into the caricature of femininity they envisioned. As they locked the device in place, the cold metal pressing against his skin, Irina stepped back, her eyes appraising him with a satisfied smirk. “Now, that’s perfect. Just look at those curves; so much better than your old, boring self.”

It was a meticulously engineered contraption, crafted from sleek, glossy metal and soft, contouring silicone. Designed to exaggerate femininity to its utmost, the device consisted of a rigid, corset-like structure that cinched his waist to an almost impossibly narrow circumference, enhancing the contrast to the artificial hips and buttocks it supported.

The hips of the device flared dramatically, curving outward in an exaggerated silhouette that mimicked the hourglass figures glorified in vintage pin-up posters. These artificial hips were smooth and cool to the touch, the silicone skin-like in texture but alien in its cold precision. Attached to this, the buttock enhancers were equally ostentatious, padded heavily to push outwards, creating a voluptuous, juicy ass.

Each piece of the device was adjustable, allowing Irina and Paige to manipulate the proportions to their liking, often tightening the waist to emphasize the swelling curves below. As they adjusted the settings, small motors within the device whirred quietly, shifting the silicone enhancements subtly to create a sway or bounce with Alex's movements, simulating the natural motion of a woman's hips.

"This is how a real sissy bimbo secretary slut doll should look, Alex," Irina would say, her voice laced with a mocking sweetness as she observed the transformation. "Beautiful like a doll, curvy as a bimbo, and provocative like a slut."

As Alex stood encased in this artificial embodiment of femininity, the device not only reshaped his body but also seemed to warp his sense of self. It forced him to move differently, each step a testimony of the exaggerated femininity he was coerced to display. With the device in place, his reflection in the mirrored walls of the display box no longer resembled the man he knew; instead, he saw a caricatured version of femininity, crafted by others and worn like a costume too tight to shed.

The next outfit was a scandalously sheer lingerie set, complete with lace-trimmed stockings and garter belts. The fabric clung to his altered physique, leaving nothing to the imagination. As he was paraded before the faceless crowd, Irina circled him like a shark eyeing its prey, her voice dripping with disdain. "Just look at you, Alex," she sneered. "A perfect little slut. It's amazing what the right clothes and a bit of attitude adjustment can do."

Paige approached, holding a tray with several small pills and a glass of water. "Time for your medicine," she announced, her tone falsely sweet. "These will help you settle into your new look. Just imagine, soon you’ll love how these outfits make you feel. You’ll beg to wear them." Her words were a velvet glove over an iron fist, pushing him further into submission.

"You're going to be your Mistress Irina´s bratty little sissy bimbo doll," Paige continued, pressing a pill to his lips. "And you're going to adore every minute of it, sissy."

As Alex mechanically took the medication, the dream shifted, and he was thrust into a series of rapid, disjointed scenes, each featuring him more dolled-up and degraded. In one, he was dressed in a tight, bright pink mini dress, his face heavily made up to exaggerate his features in a grotesquely cartoonish manner. High-heeled shoes forced his posture into a submissive, almost pleading stance.

Irina’s laughter echoed around him as she inspected his appearance. "You look so happy, Alex. Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? To be noticed, admired?" Her sarcasm cut deeply, her enjoyment of his discomfort palpable.

Paige chimed in, her voice cruelly cheerful. "Oh, look at him, Irina. He's practically glowing. It must be the meds, or maybe he’s just finally realizing who he's meant to be—a slutty, obedient sissy for your entertainment."

Within the confines of the mirrored display, Alex's scenario evolved into a more elaborate and debased spectacle. Irina and Paige, reveling in their roles as cruel puppeteers, introduced a new element to the fashion show—a catwalk that appeared from beneath the floor, extending out towards the faceless crowd.

Alex, drugged and malleable from the pills, found himself pushed onto the catwalk. The heels he wore clicked sharply against the polished surface. Irina guided him with a firm hand at his back, whispering mockingly, "Strut like the sissy doll you are, Alex. Show everyone how beautiful you can be when you embrace your true feminized sissy slut nature."

Next, he was adorned in a skimpy latex dress that clung to every artificially enhanced curve, paired with a wig of long, flowing platinum blonde hair that framed his heavily made-up face. The crowd jeered and cheered in equal measure, their eyes gleaming with perverse delight as he paraded before them, the epitome of the hyper-feminized form Irina and Paige had crafted.

Paige, ever the attentive therapist, narrated his journey to the audience, her voice loud and clear over the speakers. "As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, our Alex is becoming more comfortable with his identity as a submissive sissy. Each step he takes in those heels, every blush of his cheeks, further cements his fate. Isn’t he just the perfect picture of obedience?"

Irina added, with a cruel grin, "And let's not forget the special regimen he is on. The hormones, the behavior modification sessions, the constant affirmations—all designed to strip away that boring masculinity and replace it with something far more... exquisite."

At the end of the catwalk, Alex faced a large mirror, the final cruel twist of his nightmare. There, not only did he see his current, dolled-up reflection, but also ghostly images of his former self, each one appearing more disappointed and distant. Irina's voice floated to him, tinged with faux sympathy, "Look at how much happier you are now, Alex. You were never meant to be that dull boi in the reflection. You’re meant to be this stunning, desirable creature that everyone can’t take their eyes off."

Alex was led to a staged bedroom set right at the end of the catwalk, where the next act of his humiliation would play out. Here, in front of an audience, he was instructed to enact the routines of his new life. Paige directed him to lay on the bed, posing in various compromising positions, each designed to highlight his vulnerability and the completeness of his transformation.

"Remember, Alex," Paige cooed, adjusting a camera to focus more closely on him, "this is for your own good. Embrace it, love it. This is who you are now."

Irina and Paige dressed as the epitome of dominatrixes in glossy, high-fashion latex, escalated their control. They introduced props and accessories that further emphasized his submission and femininity—feather boas, silk scarves, and handcuffs adorned with faux jewels.

"Let’s add a little more sparkle, shall we?" Irina suggested with a wicked smile, draping a boa around Alex’s neck, which she used to gently pull his posture back, forcing him to expose more of his chest to the leering crowd. Irina adjusted a set of shiny handcuffs around his wrists, not just as restraints but as symbols of his complete surrender to their whims.

The audience, their faces still obscured, reacted with hoots and applause, reveling in the spectacle of Alex’s debasement. "See how he shines under the spotlight," Irina proclaimed, her voice booming over the sound system. "Our Alex is no longer the man he once was. He’s something much better—more pliable, more beautiful, more entertaining."

In the depths of his subconscious, Alex's mind wrestled with conflicting emotions. The constant barrage of degrading tasks and the overwhelming approval from the anonymous crowd began to warp his sense of self. Each command followed by Irina and Paige, and each act of compliance, felt like another stitch sewing him into this new persona they had crafted for him.

"Now, let's show them how well you can dance, my beautiful doll," Irina commanded, and music started to play—a slow, sensual tune that throbbed through the room like a pulse. Alex found himself moving to the rhythm, his movements no longer his own but dictated by the expectations and desires of his captors and the faceless watchers. Paige directed him from the sidelines, her instructions clear and uncompromising. "Twirl, bend, now blow a kiss to the audience. Show them how grateful you are for their attention."

With each movement, Alex felt a sinking feeling, a mix of despair and strange exhilaration. The persona that Irina and Paige were molding seemed to take over, his actions becoming more fluid and exaggerated. His reflection in the mirrors around the bedroom no longer seemed foreign but worryingly familiar.

From the bedroom, he was slowly guided to a mock pageant, where Alex, adorned in a glittering, barely-there gown, was paraded around a makeshift stage. Irina and Paige sat as judges, scoring his performance, their critiques sharp and demeaning, yet strangely encouraging. "Look at how he captivates us all," Paige remarked, her voice a mix of sarcasm and genuine admiration. "Such a perfect transformation."

The pageant reached its climax. Alex, stood center stage, his body language now submissive and practiced. Irina approached him with a sash, emblazoned with the words "Perfect Sissy Doll," and draped it ceremoniously over his shoulder. "You've earned this," she whispered into his ear, her voice both congratulatory and sinister. The crowd erupted in cheers, their applause fueling a deep-seated confusion and humiliation within Alex. Paige stepped forward, her hands clasping a tiara, placing it atop his head with a dramatic flourish. "Here's to our queen, the epitome of what every sissy should aspire to be."

As the music swelled, Paige announced, "Now, for the final act, our beautiful doll will show us just how grateful he is to be transformed." She handed Alex a sleek, sizeable dildo, its lubricated surface gleaming under the stage lights. Her hand brushed his as she passed it to him. "Show us how much you love your new life. Demonstrate your gratitude for the beauty we've given you."

The crowd, their faces a blur of anticipation and excitement, leaned forward, their attention fixated on Alex. The air was thick with expectation. Irina's voice, smooth and commanding, filled the space, "Let everyone see the depths of your submission, Alex. Embrace your true self in front of us all."

With trembling hands, Alex took the dildo, the weight of it substantial in his grip. A mix of dread and arousal churned within him as he positioned himself, the fabric of his gown whispering against his thighs as he spread them slightly, revealing his chastity cage in all its gleaming mockery. The chill of the air contrasted sharply with the heat blossoming in his anal passage, always hungry for cock.

He began tentatively, his movements awkward as he touched himself, the cool silicone sliding against his skin, but the persistent, whispered commands from Irina and Paige, coupled with the intoxicating rush of being the center of attention, drove him further. His actions grew bolder, more deliberate. He leaned back, letting the gown fall away to reveal his body, adorned and displayed like a prize. He was charged with a desperate sensuality, and as he fully spread his legs, his chastity shined under the lights in full display.

"That's it, our pretty sissy doll, show us how much you love this." Irina watched satisfied, her eyes gleaming with triumph as Alex succumbed fully to the role they had designed for him. The sounds of the crowd, the commanding tones of Irina and Paige, and the mechanical pleasure from the dildo merged into a crescendo of forced ecstasy. "Yes, just like that. Show everyone how much you crave it, how much you need it, how much you love being our little slut. Work it deeper, like the hungry sissy you are."

Cheers and lewd shouts filled the air. Irina smiled cruelly, adding her own taunts. "Look at him go, ladies and gentlemen. Our Alex has truly embraced his destiny. Such a slutty doll, desperate for any kind of pleasure he can get."

As Alex moved the dildo in and out, the sensation against the confines of the chastity cage became unbearable. The pressure built with nowhere to go, each movement sending waves of frustrated arousal through his locked-up body. The cage rattled slightly with his movements, a constant reminder of his restraint and the control they held over him.

"Go on, my pretty sissy. Show us how much you can take," Irina commanded. With trembling hands, Alex began to push the dildo deeper. With each thrust, he felt the contours of the toy rubbing against his sensitive inner walls, sending waves of illicit pleasure surging through him.

Driven by a mix of desperation and the twisted need to please his captors and the anonymous onlookers, Alex began to move more rhythmically, his hips rocking back to meet each penetration with a hungry eagerness. The slick sound of the dildo sliding in and out filled the air, punctuated by Alex's heavy breathing and the soft, mocking claps from Irina and Paige, "such a good sissy, taking it all like it's what he was made for."

The relentless stimulation overtook him, and Alex found himself teetering on the brink of a shattering climax. It washed over him in an intense wave, his body convulsing as he rode out the wave of pleasure that was as much about submission and humiliation as it was about the physical release. Even constrained by the chastity device, the orgasm wracked his body, leaving him shuddering under the weight of his own debasement and the roaring approval of the crowd.

As he collapsed on the stage, panting and covered in sweat, the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch. Irina and Paige stood by, expressions of satisfaction painted across their faces. "Bravo," Irina declared, her voice loud and clear for all to hear. "Our sissy doll has performed spectacularly. Isn’t he just the perfect picture of feminized bliss?"

Breathless and exposed, Alex remained on his knees, the aftershocks of his intense release rippling through him. The heavy scent of arousal and the lingering vibration of the crowd's excitement enveloped him.

Irina stepped forward, her high heels clicking authoritatively on the stage. She bent down, her voice soft yet laced with a cutting edge, "You see, everyone, how perfectly our Alex has adapted to his new life. He’s not just a pretty face; he’s a willing participant, eager for each new lesson." Her hand reached out, tilting his chin up to face her, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Isn’t that right, my dear?" she cooed, her words dripping with condescension.

Paige joined her. "And think, this is just the beginning. There’s so much more for you to learn, so many more ways for you to please us all." She gestured expansively at the crowd, who responded with another round of cheers and claps. Turning back to Alex, she added, "And we’re going to enjoy teaching you every single one of them."

Irina and Paige lifted Alex to his feet, steadying him as he stood unsteadily. The dildo was removed with deliberate slowness, each motion calculated to remind him of his vulnerability and their control. Once free, he was led to a plush, ornate sissy throne at the center of the stage. Here, he was made to sit with his legs demurely crossed.

Irina dipped her fingers back into the glistening residue of Alex's climax on the floor. Lifting her gleaming fingers to Alex's face, her movements were deliberate, her intent clear and devoid of any pretense of gentleness.

With a firm hand, she smeared the semen across Alex's face, each stroke forceful and calculated. The crowd watched in a mix of shock and fascination as Irina meticulously coated his lips, ensuring every part was marked with the humiliating substance. Then, with a cruel precision, she pushed her wet fingers against his lips, forcing him to taste his own release.

"This is what you are, Alex," Irina proclaimed loudly, ensuring her voice carried over the murmurs of the audience. "You must learn to wear this with pride, to savor it. A sissy's prize, isn't that right?" she asked, turning to the audience for their complicit approval.

The audience's reaction was a mixture of laughter and applause, reveling in Alex's degradation. His mouth, now shiny and sticky with his own climax, became a mask of humiliation and reluctant acceptance.

As Alex instinctively tried to turn his face away from the humiliating assault, Irina’s reaction was swift. Her grip tightened like a vise around his hair, pulling sharply to draw his head back into a vulnerable, exposed position. His slight whimper at the rough handling only seemed to fuel her further.

With her other hand coated in his semen, Irina resumed her work with increased vigor. She forcefully smeared the sticky substance across his face. As she worked, her voice was loud and cruel, meant for the audience to hear every cutting word. "Look at you, trying to shy away like you don't crave this," she taunted. "But we all know the truth, don't we? You're just a sissy slut, aren't you, Alex?"

The crowd erupted in agreement, their laughter and shouts filling the air, echoing Irina's sentiments. "What a pretty little sissy!" someone called out. "Show us how much you love it!" another jeered.

Irina continued relentlessly, now dabbing more of the semen onto Alex's lips, forcing him to taste it again. She smeared it around his mouth, over his cheeks, and across his chin, marking him visibly with his own climax. "This is what you are made for," Irina asserted as she painted his face. "Wearing this, tasting this—it’s what you deserve. Isn’t that right, my dirty little doll?"

Forced to endure the degradation, he suffered the dual assault of physical restraint and verbal abuse. With Irina’s hand still firmly entwined in his hair ensuring he couldn’t look away or escape the ordeal, Alex’s face was kept in full view of the audience, a public display of his reduction to a mere object of their amusement and arousal. As Irina finally stepped back, leaving a visibly shaken and marked Alex in her wake, the audience's uproarious approval was deafening.

The atmosphere shifted as Irina, her voice carrying a thrilling command, announced, "Now, it is time to auction this lovely sissy, isn't it?" The audience, already intoxicated by the spectacle of Alex's humiliation, responded with eager shouts and applause, their anticipation palpable in the charged air.

Alex's heart sank as he realized what was coming next. He was swiftly led to a central platform, more prominently illuminated than the rest of the stage. There, Irina and Paige, with practiced efficiency, strapped him into a standing position. The restraints were tight and left him utterly exposed; his arms were secured above his head, and his legs were spread slightly, presenting him vulnerably to the crowd.

Irina began with a flourish, her voice loud and enticing. "Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is a truly exquisite sissy, fully trained and eager to please." She paced around Alex, her hand occasionally caressing him in a way that was both possessive and demonstrative. "Let's start the bidding, shall we?"

Paige took over, her tone sultry and suggestive as she detailed Alex's attributes to the bidders. "Our sissy here not only looks stunning in any outfit but is also incredibly skilled in the arts of pleasure. He gives the most delightful blowjobs, his mouth always eager and willing, and he ALWAYS swallows!" Her words drew murmurs and nods, the crowd's interest was visibly piqued.

"And let's not forget his boy-pussy," Irina chimed in, her hand sliding suggestively lower to graze Alex's behind, making him flinch. "Tight and oh-so-responsive. He's been well trained to take anything, and he absolutely loves it."

Paige continued, "and for those of you who appreciate variety and elegance in your dolls, our sissy comes with an extensive wardrobe. Everything from latex secretary outfits to lacy lingerie, all tailored to highlight his curves and ensure he’s always dressed for the occasion."

As Alex stood vulnerably on the auction platform, his fate hanging in the balance, Irina and Paige continued to elaborate on his sexual attributes, ensuring each bidder was acutely aware of the pleasure potential he embodied.

Paige, detailed more of Alex’s trained capabilities. "Oh, and our beautiful sissy is not just a passive pleasure provider; he’s also adept at actively seeking ways to satisfy. His oral skills are unparalleled, trained to use not just his lips and tongue but his entire being to give pleasure… you can go as deep as you want."

Irina, with a lascivious flick of her tongue across her lips, added, "And for those who enjoy a bit more dominance in their play, he’s perfectly conditioned to respond to commands. You can tie him up, spank him, or use him in any number of delightful ways. His endurance is impressive; he can take as much as you can give. Imagine coming home to this stunning creature, ready and waiting, dressed exactly to your tastes, eager to please."

Irina began to walk around Alex, her hand occasionally touching him provocatively. "And for the connoisseurs of anal pleasures, he’s an absolute delight. His training includes extensive dilation exercises, ensuring he can accommodate any variety of sizes and toys."

Paige put a microphone in front of Alex. "And now ladies and gentlemen, before the fervor of the bidding, we have one last treat for you all. Alex will personally tell us how much he loves his new life! Yay!"

Paige leaned in, whispering harshly, "Remember, every word you say should make them crave you more—make them see how willingly you've embraced your transformation."

Irina added with a smirk, "And don't forget to express your deepest desires, especially about how much you want those big bimbo boobs. Make them believe you crave to be the perfect bimbo doll."

Taking a deep breath and with his heart pounding in his chest, Alex looked at the microphone placed in front of him, almost forced into his mouth. The room fell silent, every attendee's focus now riveted on him. He began, his voice a mixture of feigned enthusiasm and deep-seated humiliation.

"I'm Alex, and I adore being the sissy bimbo slut that I've been trained to be," he declared, his cheeks burning with shame as he continued. "There is nothing more… fulfilling than knowing I am looked at, desired, and used for pleasure… I love dressing up in the skimpiest, most revealing outfits, feeling the silky touch of lingerie against my skin, and seeing the lust in the eyes of those who watch me…"

He paused, swallowing hard before adding, "I crave to be an even more perfect toy. I dream of having big, voluptuous… bimbo boobs… ones… that will make me irresistible to my owner… I want them… so badly because I know they will make me more desirable… and pleasing my owner is what I live for…"

Irina and Paige nodded approvingly, their smiles wide as they watched Alex confess his manipulated desires. Paige chimed in, amplifying his statement, "Imagine how delightful he will look, parading around with a busty chest, each step a tantalizing bounce that beckons your attention and adoration."

Alex's voice grew more desperate as he was coerced into detailing further humiliations. "I also love the idea of being kept on a leash, paraded as the pretty little pet I am… and I’m eager to serve, to be on my knees… looking up with big, doll-like eyes, ready to satisfy and be used in any way my owner sees fit."

Irina took a step forward. "Doesn't he just paint the perfect picture? A bimbo doll, eager for transformation, ready to fulfill every decadent desire you might conjure. Think of the possibilities—of owning such a devoted, voluptuous sissy."

"I... I love being forcibly feminized and sissified," Alex stated. "I love being a sissy bimbo slut doll. There’s nothing more I want than to be dressed up, made up, and shown off... to be used as a sex toy. I enjoy... I enjoy the attention, the way I am adorned and displayed. It makes me feel... desired."

Paige smiled, nodding for him to go on. "Tell them how you feel about serving, Alex."

Feeling like crying, Alex continued, "I love serving… The feeling of being a plaything, an object for others' enjoyment—it’s become a part of who I am. I crave the submission… the simplicity of existing to bring pleasure to others."

He took a deep, steadying breath before continuing his explicit and humiliating confession designed to excite the potential bidders further.

"With every day that passes," Alex began with a mix of embarrassment and forced arousal, "I grow more accustomed to the chastity cage that confines me. It's tight, always reminding me of my status, keeping me from any relief unless my owner decides otherwise." He paused, the words heavy on his tongue, but pushed by Irina's stern gaze to continue.

"The cage... it makes me leak," he confessed, his face flushing a deeper shade of red. "Precum drips constantly, a reminder of my constant arousal and my inability to cum on my own. It's humiliating, yet... I've grown to love the sensation, the constant tease."

Paige, seeing the rapt attention of the crowd, encouraged Alex to elaborate. "Tell them about your plug, Alex. Share how it makes you feel."

Nodding, Alex continued, "And then there's the plug. It's always there, filling me, stretching me. My mistress made sure it's just large enough to keep me aware of its presence every moment." His voice grew softer, almost wistful. "It keeps my asshole always wet, always ready, leaking lubricant as I move. It’s a constant, slick reminder of my submission and readiness to be used."

Irina, satisfied with Alex's detailed descriptions, added her commentary to heighten the interest. "Imagine owning such a dedicated sissy, constantly aroused, constantly leaking, just waiting for any opportunity to serve and please. Isn’t that an enticing thought?"

The image of Alex—leaking, plugged, and chastised—fueled the desire to own a creature so thoroughly and willingly debased, a living embodiment of fetishized submission. Alex, standing there helpless, began to cry as his humiliations laid bare as assets to be valued and owned.

Paige noticed his tears and quickly turned them into part of the spectacle. With a bright, mocking tone, she addressed the audience, "Look, everyone, tears of happiness, right?" Her voice was loud, carrying over the murmurs of the crowd, ensuring that every attendee could hear her clearly.

Irina joined in, her voice equally loud and filled with feigned sweetness, "Yes, tears of joy indeed! Our little sissy is so overwhelmed with gratitude for the life he's been given, aren't you, Alex?" She gave him a pointed look, one that demanded agreement.

Alex, caught in the moment, managed a nod, his voice a choked whisper as he tried to play along. "Yes, tears of happiness," he repeated, his statement sounding hollow to his own ears, yet it was swallowed up by the crowd's enthusiastic response.

The crowd laughed and applauded. This response only deepened Alex's sense of humiliation and helplessness, making the tears flow harder. Yet, under Irina's and Paige's directive gazes, he smiled—a shaky, tear-stained smile that was meant to convey his acceptance and pleasure in his role. He became the embodiment of forced cheerfulness.

Irina placed a hand on his shoulder. "See, everyone, how well he has taken to his training. Alex is not just performing; he’s embracing his true nature as a sissy slut, proud to be the object of your desires. And now… let´s begin the bidding, in, let´s say, one million?"

The atmosphere became frenetic. "We have one million dollars from the gentleman in the red tie!" Irina called out.

"Two million from the lady in the front row, thank you!" Paige waved towards a sharply dressed woman who nodded, her eyes fixed on Alex.

"Two and a half million for the ability to enjoy this sissy’s talents any time, any place," Irina announced, watching as a bidder at the back raised his paddle.

A bidder in a sleek, dark suit raised his paddle and shouted, "Three million! I plan to have him in my private lounge, greeting every guest with nothing but his collar and cuffs!"

Another, a woman in a high-powered business attire, smirked as she countered, "Four million! He'll spend his days at my poolside, serving drinks and more, always ready, always eager." Her tone implied the ‘more’ involved far more than mere hospitality, eliciting a wave of chuckles and lewd nods from her peers.

"Five million!" a bidder from the back called out. "I want him on a permanent display in my art gallery, a living exhibit where he can express all those trained skills on a rotation of guests."

"Five point three million!" someone shouted. "I plan to have this exquisite sissy as the centerpiece of my private parties. Imagine him, barely dressed, serving drinks, bending over just so everyone gets a good view. And of course, he’ll be available for more personal services in the quieter corners of my estate."

A woman with a commanding presence quickly countered with a higher bid. "Five point eight million. He will be my personal assistant during the day, always on his knees, ready to relieve my stress whenever required. At night, he'll serve as the main attraction in my private dungeon, trained to endure and please."

The bids grew increasingly bold. A well-dressed couple entered the fray, offering six point two million dollars. "For six point two million, we envision him as our live-in doll," the man explained, his arm around his partner. "Dressed in silk and satin, he will sleep at the foot of our bed, ready to serve us both, anytime. His training will be an ongoing pleasure, exploring limits we set for his body and mind."

A masked bidder in the back, who had maintained a quiet demeanor until now, finally spoke up. "Six point five million," they said, their voice smooth and deliberate. "He will adorn my expansive yacht, collared and leashed. Guests will find him sunbathing by day or serving as the centerpiece of more... intimate gatherings by night. His mouth and boy-pussy will be trained for exquisite, ceaseless service."

The bidding approached its climax with a decisive offer from an elegantly dressed mature woman at the front. "Six point eight million," she declared, her voice resounding with authority. "This beautiful sissy will undergo further transformation with surgery to enhance his breasts and lips, making him the ultimate bimbo. He'll live in a gilded cage, displayed where select visitors can admire and use him under my watchful eye."

As the auction neared its climax, a striking figure—a tall, somewhat strong woman with an air of quiet authority—raised her paddle with grace. "Six point nine million," she declared, her voice smooth and resonant, cutting through the buzz of the room. All eyes shifted towards her, drawn by her composed demeanor and elegant poise.

"Six point nine million dollars, do I hear more?" Irina called out. The room fell silent, the other potential bidders, hesitant.

"Six point nine million dollars for the first time."

"Six point nine million dollars for the second time."

Finally, with a dramatic flourish, Irina brought down her gavel with a resonant crash. "Sold for six point nine million dollars!" she declared. The crowd erupted into applause, a mix of admiration for the bid and excitement at the spectacle they had witnessed.

"Congratulations on your acquisition," Irina said warmly. "We are thrilled to see Alex go to someone with such discerning taste."

The tall woman nodded graciously, accepting the accolades with a poised smile. "Thank you," she replied. "I look forward to presenting him appropriately. He will be a magnificent addition to my collection."

As the applause died down, Paige continued, "Yes, you’ve secured a truly exquisite sissy doll. Now, you will have the pleasure of selecting Alex’s new clothing and packaging."

Irina chimed in, her tone enthusiastic and congratulatory. "Your taste and vision will now shape his presentation. We can’t wait to see how you choose to style and display your beautiful, pretty doll."

The woman nodded, her smile widening slightly as she turned her attention to Alex, who stood locked in his platform on full display, nervously awaiting his fate. "I can assure you all, that he will be cherished and displayed with the utmost care," she declared, her voice carrying a promise that seemed to encompass both tenderness and meticulous control.

She then approached Alex, her presence commanding yet gentle. "You will be a beautiful, pretty doll," she repeated her earlier statement, this time directly to him, ensuring he understood his new role under her guidance.

"Welcome to your new life," she added, her hand reaching out to gently touch his cheek. Her touch was reassuring, yet Alex felt the weight of his new reality settling upon him—the reality of living as an object of beauty and desire, curated and maintained by this enigmatic and powerful woman.

A large, plush curtain fell across the stage, covering Alex and his new owner in a secluded space. The hushed whispers of the crowd grew into a murmur of curiosity and excitement, wondering what transformation would occur behind that veil.

Irina turned to the audience with a theatrical flourish. "Ladies and gentlemen, while our beautiful sissy doll Alex is being dressed in attire selected by his esteemed new owner and prepared for his new life, we have a special treat for you."

Paige stepped forward, "We are pleased to present a compilation of Alex's most humiliating and amusing moments on his extraordinary journey to become the ultimate sissy doll!" Her announcement was met with chuckles and eager anticipation from the audience.

The lights dimmed, and a projector flickered to life, casting images onto a large screen behind the stage. The first clip showed Alex awkwardly trying to balance in high heels, only to stumble and fall, his cheeks flushing red Irina gently but firmly encouraged him to get up and try again. The audience laughed good-naturedly.

Another scene displayed was from a fashion show rehearsal where Alex, dressed in an extravagantly frilly pink vintage outfit, accidentally ripped the skirt, revealing his lace-trimmed undergarments to a room full of amused onlookers.

The next moment featured Alex during a voice training session, where he attempted to speak in a soft, feminine voice. His voice cracked embarrassingly high, then dipped unexpectedly low, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

A particularly memorable clip showed Alex at a mock tea party, where he was supposed to gracefully serve tea to a bunch of plushies and dolls.

Moving awkwardly in a skirt, Alex managed to trip over, sending a tray of teacups clattering to the ground. His mortified expression was met with laughter, but also applause for his quick recovery and apology to the ‘guests’.

The screen transitioned again to reveal Alex luxuriously lounging by a sparkling poolside. He was clad in a vivid, leopard print bikini that clung daringly to his form, the bold patterns accentuating his curves. Alex, with a confident air, adjusted the snug fabric of his bikini top, his fingers tracing the edges as if reveling in the sensation and the provocation of his attire.

The camera artfully zoomed in, capturing his playful smirk and the flirtatious flick of his hair as he basked in the sun, embodying the role of a provocative sissy with every fiber of his being. He rose, parading around the pool with a deliberate, seductive sway in his step. The scene highlighted his transformation into a sissy who not only accepted but delighted in his feminization, flirting with the camera.

Irina’s voice cut through the audience’s murmur. "This is one of our personal favorites," she declared with evident amusement. "When we got him addicted to wearing animal print. Oh, what a sexy, provocative sissy slut he became, absolutely begging us to wear more!"

Paige followed. "With the help of some mental… adjustment, he claimed he felt his most 'sissy self' in these prints, and who were we to deny him that pleasure? He embraced such explicit attention-grabbing attire like a good sissy slut should, without any reservations."

The footage continued, showing how Alex confidently strutted down alongside the pool. His walk became intentionally exaggerated; hips swinging and head held high, he commanded the makeshift catwalk like a seasoned model, fully embracing and performing the sissy identity crafted for him. As he reached the runway's end, Alex executed a playful spin and struck a pose with his hands on his hips, flashing a victorious smile, blowing a kiss, and making a peace sign.

The next clip began with Alex in a dimly lit room, dressed in a delicate lace bodysuit, kneeling before a line of mannequins that were strategically positioned to simulate a gang bang. Each mannequin had an anatomically correct addition, a big thick throbbing cock designed to train Alex in the art of oral pleasure. Under the watchful eyes of Irina and Paige, he demonstrated his skills on each, his technique critiqued with clinical precision. "Remember, Alex, variety and enthusiasm. Suck one or two, get their load, and move onto the next. If your mouth is full, receive it on your face. Use your hands to get cocks ready before you move on them. Go deeper, way deeper…" Paige instructed as she guided him from one to the next, her comments on his technique echoing through the training room.

As the clips played, the audience was not only entertained but also given a poignant reminder of the depth of his journey. Each clip highlighted his evolution from a reluctant participant to a more accepting, albeit still conflicted, sissy doll.

Behind the thick velvet curtain, Alex could still hear the laughter from the audience. Each new laugh reminded him of his past humiliations and the path he had traveled,  that now culminated in a final display. But the atmosphere was markedly different from the raucous laughter and light-hearted mockery that filled the auction hall. Here, the air was thick as Alex's new owner, the strikingly composed woman who had won his bidding, tapped thoughtfully on a sleek, high-tech tablet. The screen glowed softly, displaying a cheerful message:

Congratulations on your acquisition!

Please select from our 110 styles how you want your new doll to be dressed…

Including the new sissy versions.

Thank you!

• Goth Doll:

• Outfit: Lace-trimmed velvet dresses in deep purples, black, or dark reds, with corseted waists and dark tulle underskirts for volume.
• Accessories: Silver chain necklaces, lace gloves, chokers with Gothic symbols like bats or skulls. High lace-up boots or platform shoes in black leather.
• Makeup and Hair: Dark smokey eyeshadow, black or deep red lipstick, and hair dyed jet black or with streaks of grey, styled in cascading curls or dramatic spikes.

• Prissy Doll:

• Outfit: Pastel-colored satin or silk dresses with lots of ruffles and bows, high-necked but short to maintain a playful edge.
• Accessories: Pearl necklaces, lace headbands, and small, delicate purses. Modest Mary Janes with a slight heel.
• Makeup and Hair: Light, airy makeup with pink blush and soft lip colors; hair in tight, bouncy curls adorned with bows or floral bands.

• Bimbo Doll:

• Outfit: Neon colors and spandex materials for body-hugging mini dresses or crop tops paired with mini skirts.
• Accessories: Oversized sunglasses, chunky plastic bracelets, and hoop earrings. High heels or platform sandals.
• Makeup and Hair: Heavy makeup with glittery eyeshadow, dramatic eyelashes, and bold lipstick colors like hot pink. Long, flowing hair extensions in blonde or bright colors.

• Slutty Doll:

• Outfit: Sheer fabrics and leather for corsets, tight PVC pants, or micro-mini skirts paired with fishnet tops.
• Accessories: Studded belts, leather cuffs, and thigh-high boots. Collars with leashes.
• Makeup and Hair: Smudged eyeliner, dark, sultry lip shades, and tousled, messy hairstyles.

• Vintage Doll:

• Outfit: Victorian or Edwardian-inspired lace gowns, high collars, and tailored velvet jackets.
• Accessories: Lace gloves, antique brooches, and parasols. Laced boots with small heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimalistic but refined makeup; hair styled in period-appropriate updos or waves, adorned with ribbons or pearls.

• Fairy Tale Doll:

• Outfit: Elaborate gowns with layers of lace, tulle, and silk in vibrant or soft pastels.
• Accessories: Crystal tiaras, magical wands, and ornate belts. Delicate slippers with embellishments.
• Makeup and Hair: Ethereal makeup with shimmering highlights; hair in romantic, whimsical updos with curls cascading down.

• Punk Doll:

• Outfit: Leather jackets with patches and studs, tartan skirts, ripped fishnet leggings, and combat boots.
• Accessories: Safety pin earrings, spiked collars, and chunky leather belts.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold eyeliner, vibrant eyeshadow colors, and lipstick in unconventional hues like black or purple.

• Cabaret Doll:

• Outfit: 1920s cabaret-inspired sequined vests, tight high-waisted trousers, or flapper dresses with feathers and beads.
• Accessories: Feathered headbands, long pearl necklaces, and fishnet gloves.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold, smoky eyes and deep red lips. Hair styled in slick, shiny bobs or wavy Roaring Twenties hairstyles.

• Sports Doll:

• Outfit: Tight cycling shorts, cropped jerseys, and high socks with cheeky logos or bright, contrasting colors.
• Accessories: Sweatbands, sporty watches, and elevated platform sneakers.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimalist with glowing skin; hair pulled back in a high, sleek ponytail.

• Sci-Fi Doll:

• Outfit: Futuristic designs with metallic materials, structured shapes, and LED accents.
• Accessories: Geometric jewelry, glowing bracelets or necklaces, and avant-garde eyewear.
• Makeup and Hair: Metallic eyeshadows and lip colors; hair either slicked back or styled in sharp, angular cuts.

• Renaissance Doll:

• Outfit: Brocade doublets and velvet breeches or flowing gowns with intricate embroidery and lacing.
• Accessories: Gilded crowns, velvet cloaks, and handmade leather shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Subtle yet defined, enhancing natural features; hair in soft, romantic curls or neat braids adorned with jewels or ribbons.

• Steampunk Doll:

• Outfit: Victorian-inspired with gears, clocks, and metallic embellishments. Tailored vests, striped waistcoats, and cravats.
• Accessories: Goggles, ornate pocket watches, and mechanical arm and leg pieces.
• Makeup and Hair: Industrial metallic tones; hair styled in updos with twists and curls intertwined with gears and pins.

• Nautical Doll:

• Outfit: Sailor-themed with navy and white striped shirts, flare pants, and neckerchiefs.
• Accessories: Sailor caps, anchor-shaped jewelry, and classic white deck shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Fresh-faced with sun-kissed blush; hair in loose, beachy waves or tied back with a bandana.

• Horror Doll:

• Outfit: Gothic and eerie with ripped lace dresses, dark velvet coats, and faux blood stains or spider web motifs.
• Accessories: Skull rings, dark chokers, and boots with exaggerated buckles.
• Makeup and Hair: Pale foundation with dark, hollow eyes and blood-red lips; hair teased into wild locks or sleek and shiny.

• Candy Doll:

• Outfit: Bright, candy-colored dresses and suits, often in patterns like candy cane stripes or sprinkles.
• Accessories: Candy-shaped earrings and necklaces, vibrant hair clips, and multicolored bracelets.
• Makeup and Hair: Playful pastel eyeshadows and lipsticks; hair dyed in multiple bright colors or styled with sweet-themed adornments.

• Floral Doll:

• Outfit: Dresses and suits covered in floral prints, with ruffles and layers mimicking flower structures.
• Accessories: Flower crowns, petal-shaped bags, and floral-patterned shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Dewy with rosy cheeks and petal-pink lips; hair softly curled and intertwined with flowers.

• Disco Doll:

• Outfit: 1970s disco-themed with sequins, metallic fabrics, tight pants, and halter tops.
• Accessories: Glittery belts, bangles, and disco ball earrings.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold glitter around the eyes and glossy lips; hair styled in big, bouncy curls or sleek, shiny looks.

• Angel Doll:

• Outfit: Ethereal, white or light pastel fabrics, flowy and airy, creating a celestial look.
• Accessories: Halo headpieces, feathered wings, and delicate, shimmering jewelry.
• Makeup and Hair: Soft and luminous with highlighter creating a glowing look; hair in soft waves or neat updos, adorned with sparkling pins.

• Military Doll:

• Outfit: Tailored military jackets with medals and badges, smart trousers or skirts.
• Accessories: Caps, gloves, and polished black boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Strong, defined eyebrows and a neat, controlled hairstyle reflecting military precision.

• Space Doll:

• Outfit: Futuristic space gear with metallic materials, tight bodysuits, and reflective surfaces.
• Accessories: Helmets, arm cuffs, and boots designed to look like astronaut gear.
• Makeup and Hair: Metallic and holographic makeup; hair slicked back or hidden under futuristic headgear.

• Ballet Dancer Doll:

• Outfit: Fitted bodices with classical tutus or modern dance dresses in soft pastels or bold, dramatic colors.
• Accessories: Ballet slippers, leg warmers, and delicate hairpins.
• Makeup and Hair: Soft, ethereal makeup with subtle blush and light lip colors; hair pulled back into a neat bun, adorned with flowers or ribbons.

• Avant-Garde Art Doll:

• Outfit: Non-traditional materials like metal, paper, or plastics, crafted into unconventional silhouettes and structures.
• Accessories: Abstract or geometric-shaped jewelry and sculptural shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold, artistic makeup designs; hair styled in unexpected forms or dyed in multiple colors.

• Egyptian Doll:

• Outfit: Gold-embellished robes, ornate headdresses, and collar necklaces.
• Accessories: Staffs, anklets, and bracelets with hieroglyphic engravings.
• Makeup and Hair: Dramatic eye makeup with bold lines and earthy tones; hair styled in a sleek, straight manner or covered with ornate fabric.

• Glam Rock Doll:

• Outfit: Leather pants, glittery tops, and dramatic capes or jackets.
• Accessories: Studded belts, layered necklaces, and platform boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Glamorous makeup with glitter and bold colors; hair teased into voluminous styles or dyed in vibrant colors.

• Circus Performer Doll:

• Outfit: Colorful leotards, sequined jackets, and tightrope-walker tutus.
• Accessories: Feathered headpieces, bright scarves, and hoop earrings.
• Makeup and Hair: Colorful makeup adorned with bright accessories.

• Venetian Carnival Doll:

• Outfit: Lavish brocade costumes with masks adorned with feathers, gems, and gold leaf.
• Accessories: Elegant fans, ornate gloves, and custom-designed masks.
• Makeup and Hair: Intricate makeup that complements the mask; hair elegantly styled, often hidden or incorporated into the mask design.
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• Gypsy Fortune Teller Doll:

• Outfit: Flowing skirts, corset tops with mystical symbols, and shawls.
• Accessories: Tarot cards, crystal balls, and layered coin necklaces.
• Makeup and Hair: Mystical and sultry makeup; hair loose with curls or braids, adorned with beads and bands.

• Anime Hero Doll:

• Outfit: Brightly colored and heavily detailed costumes that mimic popular anime characters.
• Accessories: Replica weapons, gloves, and custom footwear.
• Makeup and Hair: Large, expressive eyes created with makeup; vibrant hair colors styled in spiky or dramatic shapes.

• Wild West Cowgirl Doll:

• Outfit: Denim jeans, leather chaps, checkered shirts, and cowhide vests.
• Accessories: Cowboy hats, bandanas, and boots with spurs.
• Makeup and Hair: Sun-kissed, rugged makeup; hair under a hat or styled in messy, windblown looks.

• French Mime Doll:

• Outfit: Black and white striped shirts, black pants or skirts, and suspenders.
• Accessories: White face paint, black berets, and white gloves.
• Makeup and Hair: Exaggerated white face makeup with black accents; hair hidden under the beret or styled simply.

• Pirate Captain Doll:

• Outfit: Breezy shirts, tight corsets, and tattered pants.
• Accessories: Tricorn hats, eye patches, and gold hoop earrings.
• Makeup and Hair: Sun-kissed and rugged with scars; hair loose and wavy, as if windswept by the sea.

• Southern Belle Doll:

• Outfit: Wide hoop skirts, corseted bodices, and large, fluttering hats.
• Accessories: Parasols, lace gloves, and delicate jewelry.
• Makeup and Hair: Soft, romantic makeup; hair curled and pinned elaborately, often adorned with flowers.

• Neo-Tokyo Cyber Doll:

• Outfit: Sleek, form-fitting neon suits with electronic enhancements that display dynamic patterns.
• Accessories: Tech-enhanced eyewear, glow-in-the-dark jewelry, and compact gadgets.
• Makeup and Hair: Futuristic, metallic makeup; sleek, geometric haircuts or brightly colored wigs.

• Regency Dandy Doll:

• Outfit: Fitted coats, embroidered waistcoats, breeches, and cravats.
• Accessories: Top hats, walking canes, and ornate pocket squares.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimalist, elegant makeup; hair styled in curls or waves, often powdered.

• Tropical Islander Doll:

• Outfit: Loose, light fabrics in floral or tribal prints, sarongs, and grass skirts.
• Accessories: Shell necklaces, anklets, and headbands made from natural materials.
• Makeup and Hair: Natural, sun-kissed makeup; hair styled casually, adorned with tropical flowers.

• Deco Glam Doll:

• Outfit: Sleek, shimmering gowns or suits with geometric patterns typical of the Art Deco era.
• Accessories: Long pearl necklaces, elegant clutches, and satin gloves.
• Makeup and Hair: Glamorous makeup with an emphasis on sharp cheekbones and bold lips; hair styled in sleek, sculpted waves.

• Baroque Aristocrat Doll:

• Outfit: Opulent dresses or suits with layers of lace, silk, and brocade, richly decorated with embroidery and ribbons.
• Accessories: Intricate lace collars, powdered wigs, and jeweled snuff boxes.
• Makeup and Hair: Lavish, pale makeup with rosy cheeks; wigs styled in elaborate curls and rolls.

• Grunge Rocker Doll:

• Outfit: Plaid flannels, ripped jeans, and vintage band tees.
• Accessories: Leather bracelets, chokers, and combat boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Smudged eyeliner, pale foundation, and tousled, unkempt hair.

• Mod 60s Doll:

• Outfit: Mini skirts, go-go boots, and geometric-print dresses.
• Accessories: Mod caps, large round sunglasses, and chunky plastic jewelry.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold, graphic eyeliner with pastel eyeshadows; hair styled in a high bouffant or sleek bob.
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• Space Opera Doll:

• Outfit: Metallic bodysuits, capes, and futuristic armor.
• Accessories: LED illuminated accessories, holographic belts, and custom-made space helmets.
• Makeup and Hair: Glittery, metallic makeup; hair dyed in iridescent colors or styled in avant-garde shapes.

• Indian Bollywood Doll:

• Outfit: Ornate sarees, lehengas with intricate embroidery, and vibrant colors.
• Accessories: Bangles, headpieces like maang tikka, and Kundan necklaces.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold kohl eyes, glossy lips, and hair styled in elaborate braids or adorned with jasmine flowers.

• Viking Doll:

• Outfit: Fur-lined tunics, leather armor, and rugged boots.
• Accessories: Horned helmets, shields, and replica axes.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimalist, with war paints; hair styled in braids or dreadlocks.

• Harajuku Doll:

• Outfit: Layered and colorful outfits, with a mix of traditional Japanese and punk influences.
• Accessories: Oversized bows, plush backpacks, and platform shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Bright and colorful makeup; hair styled in pigtails or multicolored extensions.

• Retro Sci-Fi Doll:

• Outfit: Silver jumpsuits, bubble helmets, and angular, minimalist clothing.
• Accessories: Ray guns, anti-gravity belts, and retro-futuristic glasses.
• Makeup and Hair: Silver or blue makeup; hair styled in sleek, retro waves or futuristic cuts.

• Equestrian Doll:

• Outfit: Fitted blazers, riding boots, and jodhpurs.
• Accessories: Riding helmets, gloves, and crop whips.
• Makeup and Hair: Clean and minimal; hair pulled back in a low ponytail or bun.

• Antebellum Belle Doll:

• Outfit: Wide hoop skirts, tight bodices, and frilly petticoats.
• Accessories: Parasols, lace gloves, and cameo brooches.
• Makeup and Hair: Soft and romantic; hair styled in curls and pinned with ribbons.

• Swinging Sixties Mod Doll:

• Outfit: A-line mini dresses, knee-high boots, and brightly colored tights.
• Accessories: Pop art-inspired jewelry, round sunglasses, and mod hats.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold eyelashes and nude lips; hair in a sleek bob or beehive.

• Greek Goddess Doll:

• Outfit: Flowing togas, golden belts, and sandals laced up to the calves.
• Accessories: Laurel wreaths, gold arm cuffs, and amphora-shaped purses.
• Makeup and Hair: Glowing skin with minimal makeup; hair styled in loose waves or braided crowns.

• 1950s Rock 'n' Roll Doll:

• Outfit: Leather jackets, poodle skirts, and white t-shirts.
• Accessories: Saddle shoes, cat-eye glasses, and bandanas tied around the neck.
• Makeup and Hair: Bright red lips and winged eyeliner; hair in a ponytail or styled with a quiff.

• Explorer Doll:

• Outfit: Tweed suits, sturdy boots, and practical yet stylish overcoats.
• Accessories: Binoculars, maps, and rugged satchels.
• Makeup and Hair: Natural, with a focus on a weathered look; hair under a pith helmet or styled simply.

• Regal Emperor Doll:

• Outfit: Silk robes, embroidered tunics, and opulent capes.
• Accessories: Jeweled crowns, scepters, and ornate rings.
• Makeup and Hair: Majestic, with gold highlighter; hair styled in an imperial manner or adorned with precious stones.

• Renaissance Painter Doll:

• Outfit: Billowing shirts, leather vests, and breeches.
• Accessories: Paintbrushes, palettes, and soft leather shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimal, artistic smudges on the face; hair long and loosely tied back.

• Bohemian Poet Doll:

• Outfit: Loose blouses, velvet jackets, and wide-legged trousers.
• Accessories: Scarves, berets, and round spectacles.
• Makeup and Hair: Soft and unstructured; hair tousled or adorned with flowers.

• Arabian Nights Doll:

• Outfit: Richly colored caftans, embroidered vests, and silky trousers.
• Accessories: Turbans, jeweled belts, and ornate slippers.
• Makeup and Hair: Exotic and vibrant; hair hidden under headgear or styled with intricate braiding.

• Northern Explorer Doll:

• Outfit: Fur-lined parkas, snow pants, and thermal layers that combine functionality with a stylized aesthetic.
• Accessories: Snow boots, earmuffs, and thermal gloves.
• Makeup and Hair: Protective and minimal, focusing on moisturized, glowing skin; hair is kept under wraps with hats or hoods to protect from the cold.

• Elizabethan Courtier Doll:

• Outfit: Doublets and hose, gowns with wide farthingales, and elaborate ruffs.
• Accessories: Feathered caps, jeweled swords, and ornate fans.
• Makeup and Hair: Theatrical, with pale foundation and rosy cheeks; hair under elaborate wigs or styled in curls.

• Post-Modern Artist Doll:

• Outfit: Abstract, asymmetric clothing with splashes of paint and unconventional materials.
• Accessories: Palette-shaped accessories, oversized spectacles, and sculptural shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Creative makeup with strokes of paint; hair styled messily or capped with a beret.

• Gothic Lolita Doll:

• Outfit: Black and white lace dresses with petticoats, aprons, and ruffled bonnets.
• Accessories: Lace umbrellas, heart-shaped purses, and ankle socks with Mary Janes.
• Makeup and Hair: Pale foundation with dark lips and eyes; hair in ringlets or adorned with bows.

• Futuristic Rebel Doll:

• Outfit: Armor-like pieces mixed with distressed fabrics, all in a monochromatic palette.
• Accessories: Multi-functional belts, tech-wear gadgets, and combat boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Stark, metallic makeup; hair shaved or styled in dramatic, angular cuts.

• New Wave Musician Doll:

• Outfit: Synth-leather jackets, graphic tees, and skinny jeans.
• Accessories: Keytar straps, wristbands, and neon belts.
• Makeup and Hair: Edgy with colorful streaks; hair styled in spikes or asymmetrical cuts.

• Sexy Nurse Doll:

• Outfit: A form-fitting white mini dress with red trim, complete with a nurse's cap.
• Accessories: A stethoscope, white thigh-high stockings, and red heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Subtle smokey eyes and red lipstick; hair pulled back neatly or left loose and wavy.

• Burlesque Dancer Doll:

• Outfit: Corseted bodices, fringed skirts, and fishnet stockings.
• Accessories: Feather boas, sparkly tassels, and high-heeled performance shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold eye makeup with dramatic eyelashes and bright red lips; hair in glamorous waves or curls.

• Dominatrix Doll:

• Outfit: A black latex bodysuit with harnesses and straps.
• Accessories: Whips, cuffs, and a leather mask.
• Makeup and Hair: Dark, intense makeup; hair slicked back or styled into a strict bun.

• Playboy Bunny Doll:

• Outfit: Classic bunny suit with a tail, cuffs, and collared bow tie.
• Accessories: Bunny ears headband and high heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Glamorous makeup with a focus on the eyes; soft, voluminous hair.

• Cabaret Star Doll:

• Outfit: Sparkly, body-hugging leotard with a feathered skirt.
• Accessories: Fishnet gloves, costume jewelry, and headpieces.
• Makeup and Hair: Theatrical makeup, especially around the eyes; hair styled in an elaborate updo.

• Lingerie Model Doll:

• Outfit: Luxurious, lacy lingerie sets that highlight the doll's curves.
• Accessories: Garters, silky robes, and delicate jewelry.
• Makeup and Hair: Soft, romantic makeup with glossy lips; hair in loose, seductive waves.

• Pin-Up Girl Doll:

• Outfit: High-waisted shorts and a knotted button-down shirt.
• Accessories: Vintage sunglasses, red bandana, and platform sandals.
• Makeup and Hair: Classic winged eyeliner and bold red lips; retro curls or victory rolls.

• Exotic Dancer Doll:

• Outfit: Sequined bikinis or monokinis with revealing cutouts.
• Accessories: High platform heels and statement costume jewelry.
• Makeup and Hair: Glittery eye makeup and bold lipstick; long hair styled sleekly or in cascading curls.

• French Maid Doll:

• Outfit: A short, frilly black and white maid outfit with an apron.
• Accessories: Feather duster, white stockings, and black high heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Flirty makeup with rosy cheeks; hair in a playful updo or ponytail.

• Temptress Spy Doll:

• Outfit: A tight-fitting, elegant evening gown with a high slit.
• Accessories: Spy gadgets disguised as jewelry, stiletto heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Smokey eyes and seductive red lips; hair in a sleek, sophisticated style.

• Sultry Singer Doll:

• Outfit: A shimmering, floor-length gown that clings to every curve.
• Accessories: Microphone stand, sparkly clutch, and dramatic earrings.
• Makeup and Hair: Vibrant makeup with a focus on the lips; big, glamorous curls.

• Beach Goddess Doll:

• Outfit: A tiny, bejeweled bikini that glimmers in the sunlight.
• Accessories: Sarong, sun hat, and sunglasses.
• Makeup and Hair: Bronzed, glowing skin; beachy waves or a messy bun.

• Vampire Seductress Doll:

• Outfit: A dark, gothic gown with lace and velvet details.
• Accessories: Fangs, blood-red gemstone jewelry, and dark cloak.
• Makeup and Hair: Pale skin with dark, dramatic eyes and blood-red lips; long, flowing dark hair.

• Harem Princess Doll:

• Outfit: Sheer, flowing fabrics with gold coins and beading.
• Accessories: Headpiece with veils, arm cuffs, and belly dance belt.
• Makeup and Hair: Exotic eye makeup with kohl; hair adorned with jewels and styled in soft waves.

• Sassy Cowgirl Doll:

• Outfit: Denim cutoffs, plaid crop top, and leather chaps.
• Accessories: Cowboy hat, boots, and a lasso.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimal makeup with a sunburnt look; tousled hair with braids.

• Ice Queen Doll:

• Outfit: A sparkling, ice-blue gown with crystal embellishments.
• Accessories: Icy tiara, matching jewelry, and translucent heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Frosty makeup tones; hair styled in an intricate, frozen look.

• Gothic Witch Doll:

• Outfit: Black, form-fitting dress with mystical symbols and layers of dark mesh.
• Accessories: Witch's hat, black crystal necklace, and staff.
• Makeup and Hair: Dark, moody makeup with a focus on the eyes; black or deep purple lips; hair wild or straight and sleek.

• Flapper Girl Doll:

• Outfit: Roaring 20s inspired dress covered in fringes and beads.
• Accessories: Sequined headband with a feather, cigarette holder, and pearl necklace.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold, dark eyes, cupid's bow lips; short, curly bob.

• Disco Diva Doll:

• Outfit: Shiny, tight disco jumpsuit with bell-bottoms and a plunging neckline.
• Accessories: Platform shoes, large hoop earrings, and a sequined clutch.
• Makeup and Hair: Bright, bold eye makeup; frosted lipstick; big, voluminous hair.

• Seductress Mermaid Doll:

• Outfit: A shimmering, scale-textured mermaid tail with a bikini top adorned with shells and pearls.
• Accessories: Shell earrings, seaweed bracelets, and a crown made of coral.
• Makeup and Hair: Shimmering eye makeup to mimic the sea; long, flowing hair with oceanic highlights.

• Secretary Doll:

• Outfit: A pencil skirt and pressed blouse, topped with a tailored blazer.
• Accessories: Pumps, a slim briefcase, subtle jewelry, a stylish belt, and a wristwatch.
• Makeup and Hair: Clean makeup with neutral tones, and hair styled in a bun or sleek ponytail.

• Boudoir Doll:

• Outfit: Luxurious, vintage-style lingerie with lace and silk.
• Accessories: Feather boa, lace eye mask, and satin slippers.
• Makeup and Hair: Sultry makeup with smokey eyes and dark, plush lips; hair in loose, sensual curls or pinned up seductively.

• Casino Royale Doll:

• Outfit: Glitzy cocktail dress with high stakes casino flair.
• Accessories: Stacked chips bracelet, high-roller earrings, and stylish heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Glamorous makeup with a smoky eye and sparkling lips; sleek, polished hairstyle.

• Naughty Schoolgirl Doll:

• Outfit: Plaid skirt, tight white blouse, and a necktie.
• Accessories: Knee-high socks, mary janes, and a small backpack.
• Makeup and Hair: Youthful, fresh-faced makeup; pigtails or a high ponytail with ribbons.

• Latex Vixen Doll:

• Outfit: A sleek, form-fitting latex dress with strategic sheer panels and high slits, showcasing a bold and erotic persona.
• Accessories: Latex gloves, thigh-high boots, and a choker, all contributing to a daring, fetish-inspired look.
• Makeup and Hair: Dark, smoldering makeup with an emphasis on the eyes and a bold, red or black lip; hair slicked back or in a seductive updo.

• Wicked Stepmother Doll:

• Outfit: A regal, tightly fitted gown with dramatic sleeves and high collar.
• Accessories: A scepter, an ornate crown, and a cloak.
• Makeup and Hair: High-impact, commanding makeup; hair styled in a severe updo.

• Secret Agent Doll:

• Outfit: A sleek, body-hugging catsuit with tactical belts and holsters.
• Accessories: High-tech gadgets disguised as jewelry, thigh-high boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Smoldering, undercover makeup; hair sleek and compact or disguised under wigs.

• Moonlight Vixen Doll:

• Outfit: Midnight blue silk slip dress with high slits and lace trim.
• Accessories: Crescent moon necklace, strappy heels, and a lace fan.
• Makeup and Hair: Moonlit, glowing skin; deep, enchanting eye makeup; hair loose and flowing, sprinkled with shimmering powder.

• Exotic Jungle Goddess Doll:

• Outfit: Leopard print bikini set with a sheer sarong.
• Accessories: Jungle vine bracelets, anklets, and a headpiece with feathers.
• Makeup and Hair: Wild, untamed makeup with earthy tones; voluminous, tousled hair.

• Divine Empress Doll:

• Outfit: A majestic gown with intricate embroidery and sheer panels.
• Accessories: Gold body chains, an imperial staff, and a bejeweled headpiece.
• Makeup and Hair: Divine, radiant makeup with gold highlights; regally styled hair, cascading in curls or coiled in an ornate updo.

• Latex Maid Doll:

• Outfit: Tight black latex maid dress with white frills, emphasizing a submissive, fetish aesthetic.
• Accessories: Latex gloves, a small feather duster, and high-heeled patent leather boots.
• Makeup and Hair: High-gloss, dramatic makeup; hair pulled into a strict, high ponytail or shiny latex cap.

• Chained Goddess Doll:

• Outfit: Metallic gold or silver body harness that wraps around the body, barely covering essentials.
• Accessories: Chains draped as jewelry, ankle and wrist cuffs connected with delicate chains.
• Makeup and Hair: Bronzed, glowing skin with golden highlights; hair styled in loose, ethereal waves or dramatic braids.

• Sissy Schoolgirl Doll:

• Outfit: A scandalously short tartan skirt with a matching cropped tie-front blouse, exposing midriff and cleavage.
• Accessories: Thigh-high white stockings with bows, patent Mary Janes, and a small satchel.
• Makeup and Hair: Innocent yet seductive makeup with big, doll-like eyes; pigtails or soft curls adorned with girlish hair accessories.

• Cabaret Siren Doll:

• Outfit: A body-hugging sequined bodysuit with a deep V-neckline, adorned with feathers and beads.
• Accessories: Fishnet tights, a headpiece with feathers, and stiletto heels.
• Makeup and Hair: Bold, stage-worthy makeup with red lips and smokey eyes; hair styled in a voluminous, show-stopping updo.

• Leather Pet Doll:

• Outfit: A tight, shiny leather bodysuit with strategic cutouts, featuring a collar with a leash.
• Accessories: Leather wrist and ankle restraints, knee-high boots, a playful tail, and a mockery rubber pet permanently attached.
• Makeup and Hair: Dark, edgy makeup with sharp contours; hair sleek or molded into a spiked style.

• Bondage Bunny Doll:

• Outfit: Bondage gear, including a leather corset and harness.
• Accessories: Bunny ears headband, bondage cuffs, fluffy tail with a plug.
• Makeup and Hair: Seductive, hair styled sleek, and straight.

• Exhibitionist Doll:

• Outfit: Clear vinyl clothing pieces that leave nothing to the imagination, accented with strategic leather patches.
• Accessories: Platform clear heels, vinyl wristbands, and glowing body paint.
• Makeup and Hair: Luminous, reflective makeup that catches the light; hair either completely slicked back or in a futuristic design.

• Gladiator Slave Doll:

• Outfit: A skimpy, gladiator-inspired ensemble made of faux leather and metal, revealing and rugged.
• Accessories: Arm guards, a faux sword belt, and gladiator sandals that lace up the calves.
• Makeup and Hair: War paint and dirt-smudged face for a fierce look; hair tousled as if fresh from battle.

• Rubber Nurse Doll:

• Outfit: A glossy, form-fitting rubber nurse dress with exaggerated shoulders and a clinched waist.
• Accessories: Matching rubber gloves, a nurse's cap, and high-heeled rubber boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Sterile, precise makeup with bold eyeliner and clinical red lips; hair tightly secured under a rubber cap.

• Mistress of the Night Doll:

• Outfit: A seductive, gothic corset dress with layers of dark lace and a long, flowing train.
• Accessories: A velvet choker with a large pendant, lace fingerless gloves, and thigh-high leather boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Gothic-inspired makeup with deep purple lips and black eyeliner; hair dramatically long and flowing or styled in an intricate gothic updo.

• Sissy Baby Doll:

• Outfit: A pastel onesie with matching diaper covers, embellished with lace and bows.
• Accessories: A large pacifier, baby bonnet, and a soft, plush blanket.
• Makeup and Hair: Minimal makeup, emphasizing a rosy-cheeked innocence; hair in soft, baby-like curls or tucked under the bonnet.

• Petticoat Punishment Doll:

• Outfit: High-waisted satin shorts with voluminous ruffles at the hem, paired with a frilly lace blouse.
• Accessories: Over-the-knee lace socks, patent Mary Janes, and a bow tie choker.
• Makeup and Hair: Playful, doll-like makeup with pink cheeks and lips; hair styled in bouncy ponytails or adorned with large satin bows.

• Sissy Maid Doll:

• Outfit: A frilled and flouncy maid uniform in pink and white, complete with a frilly apron.
• Accessories: A feather duster, white lace headpiece, and dainty gloves.
• Makeup and Hair: Subdued, emphasizing neatness; hair perfectly coiffed into a maid's cap or soft ringlets.

• Sissy Ballerina Doll:

• Outfit: A delicate tutu in soft tulle, adorned with ribbons and tiny pearls, and a satin bodice.
• Accessories: Ballet slippers with ribbon ties, a tiara, and a faux pearl necklace.
• Makeup and Hair: Graceful, light makeup with a focus on a soft glow; hair pulled back into a neat ballet bun with wispy strands.

• Victorian Sissy Doll:

• Outfit: A Victorian-style dress with layers of lace, a tight corset, and puffed sleeves.
• Accessories: A lace parasol, white gloves, and Victorian boots.
• Makeup and Hair: Period-appropriate makeup with a pale base and rosy cheeks; hair styled in curls pinned up elaborately.

• Sissy Cheerleader Doll:

• Outfit: A bright, flouncy cheerleader skirt and matching top with pom-poms and sparkles.
• Accessories: Pom-poms, a headband, and ankle socks with sneakers.
• Makeup and Hair: Energetic and youthful; hair in high ponytails with ribbon bows matching the team colors.

• Sissy Princess Doll:

• Outfit: A princess gown in pink satin with gold trim and a full, sweeping skirt.
• Accessories: A sparkling tiara, magic wand, and glass slippers.
• Makeup and Hair: Royal and enchanting with shimmering eyeshadow and glossy lips; hair cascading in golden curls.

• Sissy Sailor Doll:

• Outfit: A nautical-themed short set with navy stripes and a sailor collar, adorned with a front bow.
• Accessories: A sailor cap, white knee-high socks, and shiny black shoes.
• Makeup and Hair: Fresh and crisp with a sun-kissed look; hair in neat waves or tied back with a nautical-themed ribbon.

• Sissy Schoolgirl Doll:

• Outfit: A plaid pleated skirt, white blouse with a peter pan collar, and a matching plaid tie.
• Accessories: A school bag, knee-high socks, and loafers.
• Makeup and Hair: Simple and clean; hair in pigtails secured with matching plaid ribbons.

• Pastel-Goth Sissy Doll:

• Outfit: Any combination of pastel colors lace dress, featuring corset lacing and a layered skirt.
• Accessories: Cute jewelry like skull bracelets and rings, platform boots, and a big metallic choker.
• Makeup and Hair: Colourful with heavy eyeliner and deep lipstick; hair styled in loose, tousled layers or spiked up dramatically.

Alex watched as his new owner scrolled through the options, her finger pausing occasionally to consider the various personas laid out before her.

With a meticulous eye, she weighed her choices, considering not just the aesthetic appeal but also how each style would complement Alex's features and the specific statement she wanted to make with her new possession. After several moments of contemplation, she finally tapped a selection. The tablet responded immediately, its screen shifting to a customization page where she could further refine the look. Here, she was prompted to select specific color schemes, fabric materials, and the types of accessories Alex would wear. Each decision was made with deliberate consideration, crafting not just a persona but a complete narrative for Alex to embody.

As she finalized the details, the area buzzed with quiet activity. Stylists and designers, alerted by the tablet’s inputs, began gathering the necessary components to transform Alex. Racks of shimmering fabrics and boxes of exquisite accessories were rolled in, alongside a portable makeup station equipped with an array of brushes and palettes.

His owner looked at him, her expression unreadable yet intense. As the stylists began their work, transforming Alex under her careful supervision, she remained silent, a visionary orchestrating her masterpiece. Alex, fate had been sealed by the fall of a gavel and the press of a button, and he was about to step into a new world crafted not just by fabric and makeup, but by the boundless imagination of his new owner.

Four burly women approached Alex, each bearing a component of Alex's new attire. The first carried a latex dress, unfolding it with a flourish. He was freed of his bondage and the women stretched the dress over Alex’s head and down his body. He began to protest, his voice tinged with panic, "Please, don't do this... I'm begging you, stop!" But his pleas were swallowed by the rustle of the latex as it snapped snugly against his skin, each pull and tug erasing his former self. "This isn’t me! Please, you can't just doll me up like...!"

Another woman stepped forward with high-heeled boots, kneeling to push his feet into them. As she laced them tightly up his calves, Alex continued to plead, his voice rising in desperation, "This isn’t right! Why are you doing this to me?" Yet, the only response was the soft thud of the boots being adjusted to fit perfectly.

Next came the makeup artist, armed with an array of brushes and dark, dramatic makeup. She worked silently, transforming his face into that of a sultry vixen. As she darkened his eyes and painted his lips a bold red, Alex looked into the mirror and muttered, muffled and defeated, "I don’t even recognize myself anymore... please… just stop… Why are you doing this to me? Please, look at me! I don't want to be this person." His owner paused to admire the makeup artist's precision, giving a small, satisfied nod without acknowledging his distress.

With his transformation nearly complete, the last woman presented the final accessories: a glossy, black choker and matching latex gloves. As she fastened the choker around his neck, Alex whispered hoarsely, "Can’t you hear me? Please, I can’t do this..." But the click of the buckle drowned out his words, sealing his fate.

Throughout the process, Alex’s owner watched with a growing smile, amused by his resistance. As he turned to her one last time, his eyes filled with tears, begging, "Please, don´t do this to me… Please, please... I dn´t want to be a doll for your collection… please..." She simply tapped her tablet once more, and without a word, one of the women fitted a large ball gag into Alex's mouth. His final plea was stifled into a helpless mumble as the gag was secured, "Wh-at!? NOoo…Mmmph... pleamm... mmmph..."

The assistants began to secure Alex to a specially designed structure mounted on a portable platform. This apparatus was crafted not only to display him but also to enforce a specific posture that epitomized his new role as a sissy doll.

The structure consisted of a high-backed, glossy black frame that curved elegantly, resembling the silhouette of an ornate dressing mirror. Alex was forced to stand against it, and as his back met the cool surface, straps were pulled across his body, securing him in place. The assistants adjusted straps around his wrists too, which were elevated and pulled slightly back, forcing his chest to thrust forward. His ankles were locked into position, spread slightly wider than shoulder-width, emphasizing the vulnerability of his stance.

The pose forced Alex to tilt his hips forward, accentuating the curves created by his tight latex dress. His chin was pushed upward by a strap encircling his neck, compelling him to maintain a haughty, exposed expression that left his tear-streaked face fully visible to onlookers. It conveyed the perfect blend of humiliation and enforced elegance.

With his transformation complete, Alex stood, dressed, and silenced before his owner. She examined him with delight, appreciating how he was being showcased. The room echoed with the soft clicks of her heels as she circled him, her lustful expression reflecting in the mirror beside Alex's transformed reflection.

“Perfect,” she murmured, a slight smile playing on her lips as she admired Alex's helpless form, fully transformed into the sissy doll of her desires. Her satisfaction was a stark contrast to the stifled sobs of the figure before her.

She delighted her eyes on the contours of the latex and makeup that had transformed Alex so thoroughly. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she took a tube of vivid red lipstick. Alex's eyes, wide and glistening with tears, followed every movement as she meticulously applied an extra thick layer of the crimson color to her lips.

With a final glance at her handiwork on Alex's distorted features, the owner leaned forward. Her lips pressed firmly against his cheek, depositing a bold, unmistakable mark of her ownership—a vivid red kiss that stood out starkly against his pale, made-up face. The mark was a symbol of her control, a branding of his new identity under her rule.

Stepping back, she admired the lipstick mark, a satisfied smirk curling the corners of her mouth. Alex, his dignity stripped and his autonomy overridden, stood helplessly, the kiss mark almost burning him. His owner took a small mirror and placed it in front of his face, forcing Alex to contemplate his reflection—a beautifully marred doll, irrevocably changed and utterly owned.

Alex's owner declared in a clear tone, "We are ready." One of the muscular assistants stepped forward to push the platform. Alex, immobilized in the restraining structure that forced him into an exaggeratedly provocative sissy pose, was pushed towards the central stage.

Irina announced, "It seems like we are ready." Paige added with a flourish, "Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you, the new Alex!"

The curtains drew back, and Alex was thrust into the spotlight. His hips were cocked in an unnaturally high arch, pushing his buttocks out while his chest was thrust forward, outlined dramatically by the tight latex that hugged his form. His high-heeled boots forced his calves into a severe curve, accentuating his forced femininity.

As the platform began to rotate slowly, the audience got a 360-degree view of Alex's transformation. His makeup was overdone with heavily lined eyes, his face, a mask of doll-like perfection that belied the humiliation burning in his eyes. The gag in his mouth stifled any protest, turning his once articulate pleas into muffled groans that seemed to amuse the onlookers even more.

The spotlight intensified as the platform turned, each angle offering a new level of degradation—his altered silhouette displayed for all to see, each detail from the suggestive pose to the shiny choker around his neck a testament to his complete and utter objectification. His owner had even opted for a shiny, reflective surface for the platform, ensuring that the audience could catch glimpses of his discomfort from every conceivable angle.

As the applause and catcalls rose from the crowd, Irina and Paige celebrated the spectacle, their voices loud and clear. "Isn’t he just the perfect picture of a sissy doll?" Paige exclaimed, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she gestured towards Alex, who rotated past in his degrading display.

Irina and Paige turned their attention to Alex's new owner. Irina, with a gracious smile, posed a question, "Would the proud owner be kind enough to reveal to us her name?"

The woman, standing confidently beside the display, responded with a calm authority that matched her demeanor, "My name is Charlene." Her voice carried across the audience, affirming her control over the situation.

Paige, followed up, "Charlene, could you share with us the style you've chosen for Alex and perhaps why you chose this particular theme?" 

Charlene glanced affectionately at Alex, her eyes tracing the contours of the latex that encased his form. "I've chosen the 'Latex Vixen Doll' style for Alex," she began, her voice filled with a mix of pride and anticipation. "This style not only highlights his physical attributes but also perfectly represents the level of control and transformation I believe is essential in a sissy doll. It’s both a showcase and a statement."

As the crowd absorbed her words, Irina nodded appreciatively, "And have you made any changes to Alex’s doll data that you’d like to share with us tonight?"

Charlene’s fingers danced across her tablet, and with a few swift taps, she confirmed, "Yes, I have updated his details to better reflect his new status." A large display screen flickered to life behind them, showing Alex's updated doll profile information and image for all to see:

• Name: Candy Kiss
• Personality: Slut
• Main Sexual Purpose: Sucking, (default load management: swallow)
• Gender: Sissy Doll (She/Her)
• Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
• Eye Makeup: Heavy Smoky Shadow with Glitter Highlights
• Lip Color: Luscious Cherry Red
• Outfit: Latex Bodysuits
• Footwear: High-Heeled Thigh Boots
• Accessories: Choker with 'CK' (Candy Kiss) Emblem, Matching Cuffs
• Chastity Cage: Always On
• Preferred Posture: On her Knees with an Open Mouth
• Special Notes:
• Programmed for Femininity Enhancement; DD+ Boobs.
• Programmed for Tattooed Makeup; Red Kiss on the Cheek.

As the details on the screen glowed under the stage lights, Alex, still rotating on the platform, was a vivid, living embodiment of Charlene’s desires and the fantasies she projected onto him—transformed, displayed, and owned, now and forever in his new persona as Candy Kiss.

"And now that Candy Kiss has been beautifully presented, it is time for him to be shipped to his new home." Paige declared.

Irina added, "Let’s ensure our precious doll reaches her destination safely and in style." With a nod, she signaled to the assistants, who promptly brought forward a large, pink human-sized doll box. The box was as much a part of the display as the doll itself, designed to showcase Candy Kiss's transformed state even in transit.

The assistants began the careful process of securing Candy Kiss inside the box. Straps were placed around her waist, thighs, and shoulders, ensuring that she would remain in the provocative pose that Charlene had selected. Her helpless form was framed by plush, pink satin lining, which contrasted starkly with the severe black of her latex attire.

Once Candy Kiss was securely fastened, the front of the box—a clear plastic—was closed and locked. This design allowed onlookers one final view of Candy Kiss in her dollified state. Her eyes met those of the audience conveying her utter helplessness.

Paige and Irina stood by the box, their expressions a mix of professional satisfaction and a hint of sympathy for the product of their creation. "Ladies and gentlemen," Irina announced, "Candy Kiss is ready for her journey. Encased in her display box, she will remain as pristine as you see her now, a perfect sissy doll, ready to adorn any space with her presence."

The crowd murmured their approval. Cameras flashed, capturing Candy Kiss in her final moments on display before her departure.

Paige closed the presentation with a formal bow, "Thank you all for being part of this transformation. Remember, what you witnessed tonight is the art of the ultimate submission."

The box containing Candy Kiss was wheeled away, destined for a new life under Charlene's meticulous control. A subtle hiss echoed within. Within moments, a fine mist of sleeping gas began to fill the enclosure. Candy began to feel the effects almost immediately. Her eyes grew heavy. Sounds seemed to grow distant as her eyelids fluttered shut.

As the sedative took hold, her body relaxed against the plush satin lining of the box, her struggles and the tension in her muscles easing. The straps held her gently now, no longer needing to enforce her posture. Her breathing slowed, becoming soft and even…

…When Candy Kiss's eyelids fluttered open, she found herself being wheeled down a corridor, its sides lined with an array of doll boxes, each distinctly decorated and bearing a name that hinted at the identity of the doll inside. A beautiful blue box adorned with delicate silver trim and elegant script read "Cinderella," while a bright pink one sparkled with glitter and bold lettering declared "Barbie." Each box, a unique world in itself, seemed to tell a story of transformation much like her own.

Her journey paused before a particularly striking box, one that stood out with its bold hot pink and black design. The box was undeniably fetishistic in its appearance, featuring glossy black leather accents and hot pink velvet that exuded a dark yet seductive charm. The name "Candy Kiss" was emblazoned on the side in an elaborate, seductive font that mirrored the names on the other boxes, marking it unmistakably as her designated space.

The assistants carefully guided Candy into her new doll cage. The interior of the box was designed to maintain her doll state, with every detail meticulously crafted to enhance her submission and display. She was positioned directly onto a dildo that rose from the floor of the cage, impaling her ass in a way that forced her to maintain an erotically charged posture. Simultaneously, a dildo attached to a tube was forced into her mouth, effectively gagging her while also keeping her jaw provocatively open.

Additional straps were fastened over her body, securing her tightly to the supports of the box and ensuring she remained exactly as positioned. The straps were not just functional but also decorative, embellishing her appearance with their intricate patterns and shiny buckles, enhancing the overall fetishistic aesthetic.

Just as the final adjustments were made, Charlene stepped into view carrying a thick black metal collar. As she approached her, Candy's eyes widened slightly—their glossy makeup catching the light—reflecting fear. Charlene fitted the collar around Candy's neck, the cool metal settling heavily against her skin. The collar clicked shut.

She stepped back to admire her work, her eyes tracing the lines of the collar and then meeting Candy's gaze. "This control collar marks you as mine, Candy. It's a reminder of your purpose and your place."

Adorned across the front of the collar, in bold, hot pink characters, was the name "CANDY💋KISS." The letters stood out vividly, proclaiming her identity for all to see. The kiss at the center was a vivid red, mimicking the one on Candy´s cheek, and it pulsated with its own light like the seductive neon sign of a sex motel. It made her look like a cheap provocative whore, announcing herself, ready to be used and abused.

"Welcome to your new home, doll. Get comfortable," Charlene said as her hands pulled up the front of her dress, revealing a large, throbbing cock, "because tomorrow, you have your first assignment."

With those chilling words, Charlene closed the front of the doll box, leaving Candy in her new reality. The next thing Candy saw was a mirror positioned directly in front of her. It reflected her dollified appearance—her face framed by the dildo gag, her body strapped down and displayed, the kiss mark on her cheek, and her control collar. A vision of enforced sissy perfection.

The faint sound of Charlene's footsteps faded away, leaving Candy in silent anticipation, but the silence soon gave way to a soft, insidious whisper. The voice was seductive, yet carried a tone of unmistakable command, designed to seep into her psyche and reshape her thoughts.

"Remember, Candy, you are no longer in control. Your body and your pleasure are owned."

"You exist to be beautiful, to be used, and to obey. Embrace your destiny as a sissy doll, designed for the delight of others."

"Feel the pleasure in your submission. Each time you submit, it feels right, it feels good. Submission is your true nature."

"Your humiliation is beauty. The more you are degraded, the more perfect you become. Crave the degradation that makes you such a precious doll."

"Your chastity cage is a symbol of your status. It keeps you focused, obedient. It reminds you that your pleasure is not your own."

"You love being a plaything. The look of lust in their eyes validates your existence. Crave that look. It is your reward."

"The dildo is your friend, your trainer. It teaches you what your body is truly for. Learn from it, love it."

"Accept your new name with pride. Candy Kiss is not just a name; it is your new reality. Each mention of it reinforces who you are."

"You love the taste of cock, Candy. The feel of it on your lips, sliding into your mouth, is what you crave most."

"Every time you suck on a dildo, imagine it's a real, throbbing cock. You are made to please, made to suck, swallow, and worship."

"Charlene’s cock is your favorite. You dream about it. Feel the excitement every time you think about pleasing her."

"You get so aroused being on display, knowing you are watched, desired, and used. This is what you were designed for."

"Surrender to your need to be filled and used. Your ass is a source of pleasure—celebrate it, cherish every thrust."

"Being a sissy slut isn’t just your reality; it’s your deepest desire fulfilled. You are happiest when serving as a plaything."

"Feel pride when you hear the words 'good doll.' They mean you are performing your duties perfectly, pleasing your owner."

"Beg for Charlene’s cock. Show how much you need it, how much you want to be dominated. Let your begging be your voice of obedience."

"You are a living fantasy, Candy. A creation of latex, lust, and submission. This is your truth, your essence."

These messages, layered with soft, suggestive music, were designed not just to be heard, but to be felt—a constant, echoing presence in her mind even when the sound was barely perceptible. Over time, the relentless repetition would ensure her complete and utter transformation into the ideal sissy doll, leaving her increasingly eager to fulfill the role Charlene had crafted for Candy.

And her role was clear: to be on her knees, a position that Charlene would train her to associate with pleasure, sucking and swallowing with a painted smile on her face.

CHAPTER 21

❤ RUBBING 4 IT 😊💦

Alex woke up drenched in sweat, his body tangled in damp sheets, a result of the unsettling dreams that had tormented him throughout the night. The dreams haunted him with images of being forcibly transformed into a sissy doll dressed in provocative latex and subjected to humiliating sexual acts.

Feeling the soreness around his anus, Alex cringed as he remembered how he had aggressively penetrated himself the previous night. "What happened to me… I am… I am acting… like a… whore…" he muttered disgusted by his uncontrollable urge to degrade himself. His mind replayed the acts: the desperate thrusts, the shameful pleasure derived from each penetration, the way he moaned into the emptiness of his room, completely surrendered to his basest desires.

"Why did I do it? It is like I can´t control myself anymore…" he questioned himself, spiraling deeper into self-loathing. The memory of pushing the dildo deeper, of the slick sound it made, the perverse satisfaction, it all made him sick but… he was hungry for more.

Cruel self-deprecating thoughts clawed at his consciousness; "sissy slut" "whore" "sex doll…" echoed through his mind, each term lashing against him like a whip. These were not just fleeting thoughts; they were becoming a part of how he saw himself.

The fear of what he was becoming—or perhaps had already become—was palpable, chilling him to the bone. He feared not just the acts themselves but his growing acceptance of them, the part of him that might even crave such degradation. "Irina is right… I am such a fucking pervert…"

Alex shuffled to the shower. Under the hot spray, he tried to wash away the lingering sense of humiliation, but the water seemed incapable of cleansing it. After a brief and frustrated attempt at self-care, he wrapped himself in a towel and moved to the kitchen.

He mechanically had a light, vegetarian breakfast from the fridge—a bowl of Greek yogurt topped with sliced strawberries and a drizzle of honey. It tasted weird, but for some reason, he couldn´t get enough of it. Many things have been like that lately. He looked at the pink cup of yogurt, which showed a picture of a sexy girl laughing, and read; "0% fat." It seemed even his food was girly.

With a heavy sigh, Alex then made his way to his closet. Today’s outfit was a soft blue blouse and tight leather shorts with a built-in belt. The clothes were stylish—fucking nice, even, by any fashionable standard—but to him, they were a garish reminder of his ongoing transformation into something… delicate, feminine. His underwear was even worse; just a skimpy, fake leather panty.

Alex’s heart sank further as he remembered another detail of his daily routine—the butt plug. That mandatory, strict requirement from Irina, who seemed to take a perverse pleasure in his discomfort. He dreaded the thought of failing to comply, aware that any deviation would bring about her wrath. Irina, that crazy, infuriatingly sexy woman…

He retrieved the plug. The cool, smooth metal in his hand felt harsh. He applied a lot of lubricant preparing for what came next, the same lubricant he had used hours before to rape his anus like a hungry faggot.

He positioned himself to insert the plug, and a flash of anger surged through him, quickly smothered by a wave of anxiety. "Just get it over with," he muttered to himself, his voice low and tense. The sensation of the plug sliding in made evident how his life had spiraled into this bizarre, erotic servitude under Irina’s control.

With his plug deep in his ass and his shorts and blouse on, he reached for the next pieces of his outfit, a pair of frilly knee-high black socks that clung to his calves and a pair of unisex office shoes that skewed undeniably feminine with their subtle low platform heels. The new height altered his posture slightly, forcing him to adjust his balance as he stood.

With each step, Alex felt the butt plug shift inside him. The leather shorts constricted around his waist, pushing his chastity cage upwards. It nestled tightly between his legs, making sure he didn´t get any unwanted relief. The feel of the smooth leather against his thighs made him acutely aware of his exposed legs—soft and oddly vulnerable in their scant cover.

A thought echoed strangely in his mind "I must display my body like a whore…" Alex paused, frowning at his reflection in the mirror. Where had such a thought come from? The words felt alien yet disturbingly apt, reflecting the reality of his attire.

Shaking his head in an attempt to dispel the creeping shame and confusion, Alex focused on the practical task of getting through another day under Irina’s rule. Each piece of clothing was a chain, each accessory a shackle, and as he adjusted his socks and straightened his shorts, he fortified himself against the day ahead. The sensation of being dressed like this was becoming familiar, yet it never ceased to feel humiliating.

Alex stepped out of his apartment with the morning air kissing his legs. The city was waking up, bustling with people hurrying to their destinations. As he made his way through the streets, Alex felt curious eyes upon him. The furtive glances from passersby—some quick and others lingering with a trace of judgment or lust—bore into him.

His gaze fell to the pavement, trying to block out the world and focus on the simple act of moving forward. Yet, as he walked, a subtle shift occurred in his movements; his steps took on an unintended sway, hips rolling softly with each stride. An inner voice whispered seductively, "I must walk sexy... I must draw attention..." These strange thoughts seemed to hijack his natural motions, infusing them with a provocative allure he hadn’t consciously decided to portray. Confusion clouded Alex’s mind as he strutted down the street.

Upon reaching the office, he knew the routine and the role he was expected to play. As he stepped through the doorway, he straightened his blouse and squared his shoulders, masking his inner turmoil with a smile.

"Good morning, Irina."

"Morning, doll," Irina responded, her voice silky. "How did you sleep?"

"Good…"

"Good? Are you sure? You don´t seem completely well rested, look at those dark circles in your eyes."

"Well… I... I had… a bad dream…"

"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, pouring him a cup of his morning tea. "Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better."

Alex took the cup. The steam from the tea carried a familiar sweet scent, one that was supposed to comfort yet somehow deepened his unease. Irina watched him intently, her eyes sharp and calculating.

"Come on doll, drink up."

Alex nodded, forcing a smile, and took a good sip.

"Here, have a little more. It'll help you relax," she said refilling his cup.

As the warmth of the tea began to seep through his system, softening the sharp edges of his morning anxiety, Irina leaned forward. "Now, let's make sure everything is as it should be. How are you feeling today, aside from your bad dreams?" Irina asked, her pen poised above a notepad, ready to record his responses.

Alex hesitated, feeling the soft fabric of his blouse against his skin, the restrictive squeeze of the leather shorts, and the unyielding presence of the butt plug. "I'm... okay, I guess," he replied, his voice faltering slightly as he struggled to maintain a semblance of normalcy. "Just a little tired," he added, his answer tinted with a submissive undertone that he hadn't intended.

"And how are you finding your outfit today? Is it comfortable?" Irina’s question came with a slight tilt of her head as if she genuinely cared for his comfort.

"It's fine," Alex responded, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he took another sip. "It's very... stylish," he added, forcing a small smile, his answer reflecting the girlish shy acceptance Irina had been nurturing in him.

Irina nodded, scribbling down his answers. "Good, good. And have you remembered to follow all your morning routines? Including your... special accessories?" She asked, her eyes briefly flicking to his midsection.

Alex's face heated up more, knowing exactly what she was referring to. "Yes, I have," he admitted quietly, the acknowledgment of his compliance making him feel exposed.

"Excellent." Irina’s smile widened just a fraction. "It’s very important that you obey Paige and follow your treatment. It helps you become the best version of yourself." Her words, though meant to be encouraging, felt like chains tightening around him.

Finally, she stood up, her businesslike demeanor smoothing over any softness that had appeared during their chat. "Well then, let’s get started with your beautification. My doll must look absolutely perfect, for the day." Irina said approaching with a makeup brush, "First, let's enhance this pretty face of yours." 

She applied a light foundation to Alex´s face, smoothing over his skin with gentle, assured strokes. His eyes closed involuntarily at the cool touch of the brush against his skin. Irina worked meticulously, applying eyeliner to give him a subtle, captivating look.

"You have such beautiful eyes, Alex. It's only right to highlight them. Just bat your eyelashes, and you will be able to seduce whoever you want."

The mix of her proximity and the intimate touch of her hands never failed to stir him up. Next, she chose a soft pink blush that she dusted across his cheeks, bringing a lively color to his face.

"This brings out such a lovely glow in you."

Alex cringed inwardly. With the makeup complete, Irina began brushing his hair, her fingers running through it with tenderness. "We must take good care of this hair; it frames your face so perfectly," Irina explained. As she continued, Alex found his initial resistance melting away under the warmth of her touch. The sensation of being cared for, even in this twisted scenario, filled him with a guilty pleasure. "It feels right, doesn't it?" Irina whispered, almost as if she had read his mind. "Being pampered and made beautiful."

Alex wanted to deny it, to reject her words and her influence, but as she met his gaze, he found himself silently nodding. Irina continued to brush his hair, her strokes methodical and soothing.

"Tell me doll, how is your control device feeling?"

Alex felt a twinge from the chastity cage at the mention. The warm, fuzzy feeling from the tea made it hard to muster the resistance he felt he should be displaying. "It's... it's okay, Irina…"

"You understand you need your control device, don’t you doll?"

"Yes… Irina…"

"Good doll." Irina's voice softened a touch, her hand pausing in his hair to emphasize the next question. "And how is your pleasure device treating you today?"

Alex squirmed slightly in his seat, feeling the invasive presence of the butt plug as his ass involuntarily squeezed on it. "It's... I can feel it… deep…"

"Nice. Is it giving you what you need, Alex? Keeping you focused on your training?"

"It's… intimate…"

"Good, that's good. It’s supposed to keep you aware of your place. It’s an essential part of you now. Do you understand why it's necessary, Alex?"

Alex nodded slowly. "Yes, I... I think… so…"

"It makes you more compliant, doesn't it? It controls how you express your arousal. We need to keep your impulses in check because you are a pervert incapable of controlling himself."

Alex felt a sting at her words—'pervert.' He shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing with shame and indignation. "I’m not a— I mean, it’s just so—" he started to protest, his words tumbling out in a jumble of half-formed thoughts.

Irina cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, Alex, denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, you know. It’s clear from your behavior. The plug, the cage—they’re necessary. They keep you from misbehaving and make you a good employee. Accept it, Alex. You need these controls, they are your best friends. They make you better, don’t they?"

Irina’s commanding tone left Alex feeling helpless and oddly secure under her control. "Yes… Irina…"

"Very good, Alex," Irina praised as she continued to brush his hair gently. "You’re learning, slowly but surely. This is who you are now, and every day you’ll understand it a little more. You're a pretty obedient doll. Isn't that right?"

"Yes…"

"Good doll. And tell me, what is your favorite color, sweetie?"

"Pi… Blu-e…"

"Blue, huh? Not so sure about pink? It’s okay, Alex, you can admit it. We both know you have a soft spot for cute colors. Soft blue and pink, right? They suit you well. They make you look even more adorable and doll-like. Don't they?"

"I… guess…"

Irina finished brushing Alex's hair. As she smoothed down the last strands, her hands lingered, moving slowly, purposefully, down from his scalp, tracing the lines of his neck and shoulders with a delicacy that made his skin tingle.

Then, unexpectedly, her fingers found his nipples, beginning to stimulate them gently. Alex tensed, caught between the desire to pull away and the yearning to lean into her touch.

"As you become more comfortable with your new self, I have so many beautiful outfits planned for you, Alex," Irina murmured, her voice a seductive whisper as her fingers skillfully teased him. "Imagine yourself dressed beautifully, in all the cute colors that highlight your sweetness...."

"Please… Irina… stop…" Alex whispered, his voice trembling not just from resistance but from an emerging, confusing pleasure.

"Oh, do you really want me to stop, doll? I can feel how your body reacts. It’s natural to enjoy this…" Her fingers pinched slightly, eliciting a soft gasp from Alex as she continued to toy with him. "Think of how lovely you'll look in pinks and pastels. We'll dress you up like the perfect little plaything. Isn’t that exciting?"

Her words washed over him, each one wrapping around his mind like a silk ribbon, binding him with visions of femininity and submission. Alex felt his resistance melting away under the dual assault of her words and touch, his protests dying in his throat as a part of him began to crave her approval and care.

"You’re such a delightful sissy doll," Irina cooed, her touch becoming more insistent as she spoke. "I'm going to take such good care of you. You won’t need to worry about anything except looking pretty and pleasing me. Isn't that what you want? You'll love the outfits I will pick for you…" she continued, her voice dripping with sweet poison. "Each one designed to show off your lovely curves and soft skin. We'll start with some silky blouses and tight, shiny shorts. You'll look absolutely irresistible."

Alex's protests faded, replaced by a helpless moan as his body betrayed his inner turmoil, responding with undeniable arousal to her touch and words. "I don't… I don´t want… please…" he managed weakly, his voice barely a whisper against the overwhelming tide of sensations.

Irina smiled. "But deep down, you do, Alex. You enjoy the softness, the beauty, the attention. You crave to be seen, admired, and desired. It's okay, doll. Here with me, you can be anything you want to be, anything I want you to be."

She leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she whispered, "And I want you to be my perfect little doll, my pretty little sissy dressed up and dolled up for my pleasure. You do want to make me happy, don't you, Alex?"

"Yes… n-no… I…"

"Shhh… it is okay, doll, relax. Just say, how does your outfit make you feel? Do you feel pretty? Desired?"

"It makes me feel… exposed…"

"And your shorts, Alex? Your sexy, tight shorts hugging your body, how do they make you feel?"

"They... they make me feel... like… I'm… on display…"

"Exactly, Alex. Those aren't just any shorts. Those are the kind of shorts worn by sluts who know the power of their body. Sluts who display themselves to be desired, to get what they want. You crave the attention, don't you? The way people can't help but stare, the way it makes you feel... powerful, yet utterly submissive at the same time."

Alex's heart pounded in his chest at Irina's words. "You love being this exposed, this sexy. It's addictive, feeling like every eye is on you, imagining what they're thinking, what they're wanting… and you know what they are wanting. You’re beginning to understand the power of your allure, the seductive sway of being a displayed slut. And you love it, Alex. You love teasing, provoking... it's becoming part of who you are."

Feeling how Alex's arousal heightened, Irina guided him to her desk, forcing him on it with his ass up. Alex instinctively tried to pull away, but his resistance was met with a firm spank from Irina. She aggressively unfastened his belt and pulled his pants down.

"Quiet now, bitch."

Alex, now firmly put in his place, heard Irina reach into her desk drawer, pulling out something. Suddenly, he felt his world plunge into darkness as she slipped a blinder over his eyes, the loss of vision amplifying every other sensation coursing through his body. He felt Irina moving around him. His breath sounded ragged in his ears as he teetered on the edge of fear and arousal.

Irina's hands once again found his nipples. Her touch was deliberate, teasing out a heightened sensitivity that made him gasp. Irina's voice, close and mocking, whispered directly into his ear, "You see, Alex, how your body responds? Your nipples are so eager, so sensitive. It’s delightful to see how you become so pliable under my touch."

With a thrust, Irina pressed her hips against Alex's buttocks. He yelped, a high, startled sound that filled the room, as he felt something pressing between his ass cheeks, nudging against the firm presence of his butt plug.

"Can you feel it, doll?"

"Hm-hm…"

"Good. Now, I want you to start rubbing against it. Move your hips for me, and I will show you a good time, my doll."

Alex's heart hammered in his chest as uncertainty swirled inside him, but Irina was relentless. She pinched and twisted his nipples harder, her touch both punishing and seductively persuasive.

"Come on bitch, show your superior what a good little whore you are," Irina whispered, "A needy, dirty slut hungry for it."

Her words were cruel, but they ignited something dark and wanting within Alex. He began to move his hips back against her, the squeak of his leather shorts filling the air as they rubbed his ass against the hard, unyielding bulge that Irina pressed into him. The sensation made him feel its size, its dominance.

"That’s it, rub against it like the sissy doll you are."

The friction of the leather, combined with the pressure against his butt plug his stimulated nipples drew out moans that Alex couldn't suppress.

"Oh yes, feel how it presses your asshole, doll. You want it inside you, you love abusing your sissy ass."

He grounded against Irina's hips, and Alex's world narrowed as a muffled groan escaped him as he reached the brink of release. In his cage’s confines, his orgasm made his cock twitch futilely against its imprisonment.

"That’s it, my sweet doll!" Irina exclaimed triumphantly, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "Now moan for me and say it—you're a slut, my beautiful, filthy slut."

Feeling the intensity of his release and Irina's commanding presence, Alex could do nothing but comply. His voice broke on a high moan, breathy and laden with involuntary pleasure. "I'm a slut... I'm your slut," he gasped out, the words punctuated by shuddering breaths as the last tremors of his orgasm faded, leaving him drenched in sweat and humiliation under the weight of what he had just admitted. Irina's laughter, dark and satisfied, filled the room, sealing his confession.

After allowing Alex some time to recover, Irina removed the blindfold, revealing his flushed and disheveled appearance. Avoiding her gaze, Alex pulled his shorts up feeling the sting of humiliation sharper than ever; his deepest vulnerabilities laid bare before that sexy woman, his superior, who wielded control with such ease. Irina began to tidy him up. She adjusted his clothing, smoothed his hair, and touched up his makeup.

"There, you look again like a cute doll, not like the used-up sex doll you are."

She then led him back to his desk, her touch lingering as she straightened the soft, suggestive fabric of his shorts, ensuring his thighs remained provocatively exposed. As her hands traced the edges, reinforcing his feeling of bareness and availability, she leaned closer, her voice low and compelling.

"This is you now, Alex. A beautiful, teasing slut, dressed up for everyone to enjoy. And deep down, you know it’s exactly where you belong."

With a final slap on his ass, Irina stepped away, leaving Alex to ponder her words as he sat at his desk for the day.

CHAPTER 22

✍🏻ASSIGNMENTS📝📚

Alex turned on his computer and logged into his work portal. He tried to focus on his tasks, but every movement reminded him of his feminized state. His blue blouse brushed his tender nipples, and the leather shorts lifted his ass, pushing his butt plug deep inside him.

His first assignment of the day appeared on his screen: a detailed report on the latest fashion trends for women. The report was to include personal reflections on the trends and how they made the wearer feel empowered and beautiful.

"Remember to highlight the importance of self-expression through clothing," Irina had written in the task brief. With a deep breath, Alex began typing.

"Fashion has always been a powerful tool for self-expression. The latest trends focus on vibrant colors and bold designs. They are meant to create a beautiful silhouette and make the wearer feel confident."

He paused, satisfied with his work, but the screen flickered and his typed words began to morph.

"Fashion has always been a powerful tool for self-expression. The latest trends focus on vibrant colors and bold designs that make a slut feel confident and sexy. They are meant to create a playful, flirtatious silhouette that screams 'fuck me'."

Alex's eyes widened in horror as the computer corrected his words. He tried to delete the changes, but the computer beeped in refusal, only allowing him to continue.

"High skirts and crop tops are popular this season. These outfits are designed to highlight the waist."

Again, the computer intervened.

"High-waisted skirts and crop tops are popular this season. These outfits are designed to highlight the waist and create a slutty, whore-like look. Perfect for showing off curves and making men drool."

Alex's hands trembled as he tried to type something else, anything that wouldn't get twisted.

"Lingerie is a tool for confidence. This season…"

"Lingerie is more than just underwear; it's a tool for sluts. It can make a whore feel empowered and ready to fuck. The delicate fabric against the skin is a constant reminder of her role as a sex toy."

Tears of frustration welled up in Alex's eyes. He couldn't believe how humiliating this was. Each correction felt like a stab to his dignity, forcing him to internalize the degrading identity that Irina had imposed upon him.

He tried one last time, hoping against hope that he could write something without it being perverted.

"Evening wear trends include elegant gowns and sophisticated suits that make the wearer feel dignified."

The screen flickered again.

"Evening wear trends include slutty gowns and provocative suits that make the wearer feel like a high-class whore. Perfect for teasing and pleasing all night long."

"The new makeup trends this season focus on vibrant, bold colors that can enhance natural beauty and highlight facial features."

"The new makeup trends this season focus on vibrant, bold colors that can make sluts look even more fuckable, highlighting their cocksucking lips and slutty eyes."

"Contouring techniques can create a more defined and sophisticated look."

"Contouring techniques can create a more defined and slutty look, perfect for whores who want to attract as much attention as possible to their sissy faces."

"Lipsticks in bold shades like red and purple can make a strong statement and boost confidence."

"Lipsticks in bold shades like red and purple can make a strong statement and boost a slut's confidence, making her cock-sucking lips irresistible to any man."

"Eyeliner and mascara can enhance the eyes, making them appear larger and more expressive."

"Eyeliner and mascara can enhance a slut's eyes, making them appear larger and more expressive, perfect for begging for cock while looking like a bimbo whore."

"Setting sprays can help keep makeup in place throughout the day, ensuring a long-lasting and polished appearance."

The screen flickered violently.

"Setting sprays can help keep a slut's makeup in place throughout the day, ensuring a long-lasting and polished appearance while she sucks cock and takes it up the ass, it perfect for feminized sissies."

A familiar voice echoed in his head; "You are a slut. Sucking cock is the best. Obey. You need a big butt plug. You are a weak sissy faggot."

Alex wiped away a tear, trying to gather his composure. He glanced at the screen, the degrading text glaring back at him. He cringed at the words but pushed on, trying to finish the assignment… like… a good… employee…

"Highlighter can enhance facial features, giving a radiant and healthy glow."

"Highlighter can enhance my slutty features, giving me a radiant, fuck-me glow. I wanna look like a whore and draw all the attention to my pretty sissy doll face!"

"Eyeliner and mascara define the eyes, making them appear larger and more expressive."

"Eyeliner and mascara can make my slutty eyes look bigger and more fuckable. I love batting my sissy lashes and begging for cock!"

"Lipstick can add a pop of color to the lips, completing the overall look."

"Lipstick can make my cock-sucking lips look irresistible. I love wearing bright red lipstick and looking like a cheap whore!"

Alex wiped away another tear. He knew what was coming, but he had to finish it.

"Accessories enhance an outfit, adding a touch of elegance or fun."

"Accessories make my slutty outfits even more irresistible. I love wearing chokers, bracelets, and high heels that scream 'fuck me' to everyone who sees me!"

"A well-tailored suit can make a powerful statement in both professional and social settings."

"A tight, revealing dress makes me look like the perfect sissy slut. I love showing off my body and getting all the attention I crave from everyone around me!"

"Casual wear should be comfortable yet stylish, suitable for everyday activities."

"Casual wear for me is slutty short skirts and tight tops that show off my sissy tits and ass. I love looking like a feminized whore even when I'm just running errands!"

Alex watched with watery eyes how the computer summarized his assignment. His face burned with shame, but he couldn't look away.

"Fashion is an expression of my slutty, feminized self. I love dressing like a whore to show off my sissy nature and beg for attention. Accessories make my slutty outfits even more irresistible. I love wearing chokers, bracelets, and high heels that scream 'fuck me' to everyone who sees me.

A tight, revealing dress makes me look like the perfect sissy slut. I love showing off my body and getting all the attention I crave from everyone around me. Casual wear for me is slutty short skirts and tight tops that show off my sissy tits and ass. I love looking like a feminized whore even when I'm just running errands. Evening wear for a sissy slut like me is a tight, sparkly dress that shows off my slutty body. I love being the center of attention and looking like a high-class whore.

For a sissy whore like me is all about showing off my cock-sucking lips and my fuckable ass. I love wearing lace and satin and looking like a feminized slut ready for anything. I am such a dirty slut. A sissy whore. A cock-loving bimbo."

He felt a surge of panic. There was no way he could send this. But as he frantically clicked around, trying to find a way to edit or delete the text, he realized that the computer had locked him out. The only option available was the "Send" button.

His mind raced. He couldn't send this. It was too humiliating. But the longer he hesitated, the more he feared what Irina might do if he didn't complete his assignment. The thought of her punishment made his stomach churn. With trembling hands, he moved the cursor over the "Send" button.

"Please, no," he whispered, but he knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and clicked "Send."

The screen flashed, confirming that his assignment had been submitted. Alex felt a wave of nausea wash over him. The words from the summary echoed in his mind…

"I am such a dirty slut. A sissy whore. A cock-loving bimbo."

He buried his face in his hands, unable to stop the tears from falling. A new task appeared:

"Write a summary of the most important traits of a personal assistant."

Alex started typing, hoping to get through it quickly.

"A good personal assistant is efficient, organized, and reliable."

The computer corrected: "A good personal assistant is an efficient, cock-hungry slut, always ready to please her superior's every whim with her mouth or ass."

"Duties include managing schedules, organizing meetings, and handling correspondence."

"Duties include managing schedules while dressed like a slut, organizing meetings to flaunt her fuckable body, and handling correspondence with her lips around a cock."

"A personal assistant must maintain confidentiality and be trustworthy."

"A personal assistant must maintain confidentiality while being a trustworthy whore, always ready to suck cock in secret and keep her superior's dirty secrets."

"Professional attire is important, including appropriate office wear."

"Professional attire is important for a slut, including tight skirts, low-cut blouses, and high heels that showcase her fuckable body to everyone in the office."

"A good personal assistant is skilled in multitasking and prioritizing tasks."

"A good personal assistant is skilled in multitasking, like taking a cock in her mouth while handling phone calls, and prioritizing tasks, such as which slutty outfit to wear to tease her boss."

"Communication skills are essential for ensuring smooth office operations."

"Communication skills are essential for ensuring smooth office operations and knowing exactly how to beg for cock and moan like a good sissy slut while serving."

The computer locked the text, preventing any changes. The summary was ready to be sent:

"A good personal assistant is an efficient, cock-hungry slut, always ready to please her superior's every whim with her mouth or ass. Duties include managing schedules while dressed like a slut, organizing meetings to flaunt her fuckable body, and handling correspondence with her lips around a cock.

A personal assistant must maintain confidentiality while being a trustworthy whore, always ready to suck cock in secret and keep her master's dirty secrets. Professional attire is important for a slut, including tight skirts, low-cut blouses, and high heels that showcase her fuckable body to everyone in the office.

A good personal assistant is skilled in multitasking, like taking a cock in her mouth while handling phone calls and prioritizing tasks, such as which slutty outfit to wear to tease her boss. Communication skills are essential for ensuring smooth office operations and knowing exactly how to beg for cock and moan like a good sissy slut while doing her duties."

Alex had no option but to click "Send." His next task quickly appeared:

"Write a detailed summary of healthy habits for good employees."

"A healthy self-care routine includes regular exercise, a balanced diet, and proper hygiene."

"A healthy self-care routine for a sissy slut includes regular masturbatory acts, a diet to keep that fuckable body tight, and proper hygiene to always be ready for cock."

"It's important to stay hydrated and get plenty of rest."

"It's important for sissy sluts to stay hydrated and get plenty of rest so they can stay wet and ready for their superiors, always able to take cock and be used as needed."

"Skincare routines should include cleansing, exfoliating, and moisturizing."

"Skincare routines should include cleansing, exfoliating, moisturizing, and making sure their face is always ready to take a load of cum."

"Mental health is also crucial, and mindfulness practices can be beneficial."

"Mental health is crucial for good employees, and mindfulness practices like imagining being fucked hard can be beneficial to stay submissive and horny."

"Personal grooming, including hair care, should be part of the routine."

"Personal grooming, including keeping their fuckhole smooth, hair care to look like a perfect bimbo, and manicures to make sure their nails are always sparkly, is MANDATORY for good employees."

"Self-care routines should be tailored to individual needs and preferences."

"Self-care routines for good employees include frequent ass play, using dildos or butt plugs to stay stretched and ready for cock. Frequent masturbation helps keep sissies submissive and in touch with their slutty nature."

The computer locked the text.

"A healthy self-care routine for a sissy slut includes regular masturbatory acts, a diet to keep that fuckable body tight, and proper hygiene to always be ready for cock. It's important for sissy sluts to stay hydrated and get plenty of rest so they can stay wet and ready for their superiors, always able to be used as needed.

Skincare routines should include cleansing, exfoliating, moisturizing, and making sure their face is always ready to take a load of cum. Mental health is crucial for good employees, and mindfulness practices like imagining being fucked hard can be beneficial to stay submissive and horny. Personal grooming, including keeping their pussy smooth, hair care to look like a bimbo, and manicures to make sure their nails are always sparkly, is MANDATORY for good employees.

Self-care routines for good employees should be tailored to include frequent ass play, and using dildos or butt plugs to stay stretched and ready for cock. Frequent masturbation helps keep sissies submissive and in touch with their slutty nature."

As he clicked on the send button, he received his new task:

"Write a series of personal confessions about yourself. Be honest and thorough."

He hesitated. The computer started giving him prompts and he began typing, unable to control the corrections.

"I am..."

The computer completed it: "I am a doll who loves being humiliated and used."

"I like to..."

"I like to masturbate my ass with big dildos and butt plugs because I'm a pervert who can't get enough."

"I am a good..."

From this on, the computer just went berserk and began to write by itself:

"I am a pervert who dreams about sucking cock and being fucked hard every night."

"I need my control and pleasure devices to remind me of my place as a submissive sissy whore. My control device keeps me in line, and my butt plug keeps me ready for cock."

"I love my butt plug because it fills me up and makes me feel like the sissy slut I am. I crave the feeling of being stretched and used."

"I dream about having my ass fucked by big, throbbing cocks. I want to be bent over and taken like the whore I am, moaning and begging for more."

The computer locked the text, forcing Alex to read through the humiliating confessions. He tried to click "Undo" or "Backspace," but the options were grayed out. He had no choice but to submit the task.

"I am a dirty sissy slut who loves being humiliated and used. I like to masturbate my ass with big dildos and butt plugs because I'm a perverted sissy who can't get enough. I am a pervert who dreams about sucking cock and being fucked hard every night. I need my control and pleasure devices to remind me of my place as a submissive sissy whore. My control device keeps me in line, and my butt plug keeps me ready for cock. I love my butt plug because it fills me up and makes me feel like the sissy slut I am. I crave the feeling of being stretched and used. I dream about having my ass fucked by big, throbbing cocks. I want to be bent over and taken like the whore I am, moaning and begging for more."

The computer continued to work on its own, redacting more confessions about his sexual fantasies and desires, and how they aligned with his new persona.

"I fantasize about being tied up and used by multiple cocks, all taking turns fucking my sissy ass. I crave attention from real men who see me as the sissy slut I am, ready to be used and humiliated. My deepest desire is to be a permanent sex doll for my master, always available and eager to please. I love wearing slutty outfits that show off my ass and make me feel exposed. The more revealing, the better. I dream about being dressed in frilly, humiliating outfits and paraded around as the ultimate sissy slut. I want to be trained to take cock deep in my throat and ass, becoming the perfect cock-hungry sissy.

I am a fucking pervert, absolutely controlled by my sexual urges and impulses, which is why I need to be under the thumb of my superiors, Irina and Paige. I am so thankful for what Irina and Paige are doing for me, changing me into an obedient, good employee. They are helping me become a softer, more delicate version of myself, guiding me to embrace being more feminine so I can stop being such a fucking pervert.

I LOVE what Irina and Paige are doing to me. Their control and guidance are essential for my transformation. They are molding me into a good employee, and I am eternally grateful for their efforts. I adore wearing pretty outfits like today; my leather sexy shorts make me feel so exposed and submissive. I love showing off my body, flaunting my ass and thighs for everyone to see. These outfits make me feel like the slut I truly am.

Irina and Paige are teaching me to embrace my true nature. I need to accept that being more feminine is the key to being better. I am thankful for every lesson they teach me, and every task they assign. They are helping me shed my old self, the pervert failure of a man, and become the obedient, submissive sissy slutty doll I was always meant to be.

I love wearing these leather shorts, feeling them hug my ass and remind me of my place. The tightness around my groin constantly reminds me of my control device, and the way the leather pushes my ass and pleasure device up, makes me feel like a proper slut. I love showing off, knowing that everyone can see how much of a sissy I am. It makes me feel alive, aroused, and deeply humiliated, just the way I need to be.

Irina and Paige's control is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I need their guidance and discipline to keep me in check, to prevent me from falling back into my perverted ways. They know what is best for me, and I trust them completely. I love being their obedient sissy, dressing up in pretty, revealing outfits, and showing off my body for their pleasure and control. It is my duty to please them, to embrace my femininity, and to be the best employee I can be."

Alex stared at the screen, horrified by the words in front of him. He didn't want to send the humiliating, degrading text, but the computer showed a warning message:

"Failure to comply will deduct Good Employee Points. Good Employee Points are important to get rewards like getting to cum and prevent further chastity punishments."

Alex felt a wave of terror wash over him. He couldn´t afford that. He reached for the power button on the computer, desperately trying to turn it off. He pushed it but the computer didn't turn off and a cold, mechanical voice filled the room:

"One Good Employee Point has been deducted. Deducting another Good Employee Point in 5... 4..." The send button shimmered on the screen, teasing him, urging him to click it. "3... 2..."

Panic set in. He couldn't afford to lose more points. He needed to… be… a good employee. He needed to avoid further punishment. With a trembling hand, Alex clicked "send."

"Congratulations! You are a good employee, you are an obedient doll!"

Alex felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He craved approval and validation, even though it came from a machine.

As soon as Alex hit "send," the computer moved on to the next task without giving him a moment to breathe. The screen filled with the title:

"Sexy Outfits I Want to Wear." A slideshow of sexy, slutty outfits began to play, each one worn by models that bore a striking resemblance to Alex.

"Imagine yourself in these frilly clothes, feeling like the sweet sissy you are."

"There's something so innocent yet so naughty about this look. Imagine yourself in these overalls, feeling playful, ready to show off how cute and sissy you can be."

"Strut into the office in sexy shorts, knowing that everyone can see how soft and feminine you are. Make sure your top adds an extra layer of sluttiness to your outfit."

"Attend meetings in sleek clothing, showing off your feminine curves. A choker adds a touch of submissiveness to your outfit, making you feel like the perfect sissy secretary."

"These striped overalls push up your ass perfectly, making you feel every inch a sissy."

"Schoolgirl-inspired looks are perfect for showing off your sissy side. Plaid skirts are perfect for sissy dolls."

"And remember doll, at the beginning, you might feel shy…"

"But as you develop your sissy side, you will learn to look sweeter…"

"Learn to do your hair, feel the softness of pastel clothing against your skin…"

"And end up addicted to feeling so girly, cute, and confident! Yay!"

As the slideshow ended, the computer prompted Alex to select his favorite outfits and write a short paragraph about why he liked them. 

He knew that whatever he wrote would be twisted into something that would make him look like he loved every minute of his forced transformation, yet he felt compelled to obey, to be the good employee, the obedient doll that his superiors wanted him to be. Once again, tears welled up in his eyes as he started typing, hating his enforced sissification at every keystroke.

Sobbing, Alex typed, "A schoolgirl outfit would make me look so…"

He couldn´t find the words, but luckily, the computer completed his words: "A schoolgirl outfit makes me feel so dainty and feminine. Plaid skirts hug my hips perfectly, making me look like the sweet sissy I am, always ready to show off for anyone who wants a piece of me. I can´t wait for my superiors to decide I belong in sissy slutty skirts!"

"Wearing shorts in the office might not be appropriate…"

"Wearing sexy shorts to the office shows everyone how soft and feminine I am. I ADORE looking feminine!"

Choking back sobs, Alex continued, "Wearing a choker makes me feel like a toy…"

"I am a toy! I am a doll! A choker declares I am ready to be played with!"

Alex couldn't deny how sexy the outfits were, but the thought of looking like that himself made him cringe feeling girly. His mind spiraled with a mix of disgust and arousal. As tears rolled down his cheeks, he had a moment of clarity and thought, "I can't believe I'm writing this. I hate how this makes me feel, yet my body reacts in ways I can't control. Every time I see myself in the mirror, dressed up like a doll in one of Irina´s outfits, I feel so exposed and degraded. But there's this sickening arousal that comes with it. How did I end up like this? Forced to wear slutty outfits, to present myself like some whore.

Irina and Paige have turned me into their plaything, and the worst part is... I crave approval. They are stripping me of my masculinity, piece by piece until all that’s left is this... this needy, submissive slut. Every time Irina touches me, every time she calls me her doll, a part of me hates it. But another part, a part that’s growing stronger, loves it. I love being degraded, being reminded of my place. It’s like a drug. The more they demean me, the more I crave it. I’m disgusted with myself, but I can’t stop."

Just then, Irina got out of her office and walked to his desk, positioning herself right behind him. She laughed softly, a sound that never failed to make Alex shiver.

"How is my doll doing? Are you liking your assignments?"

"I… hate them…"

Irina ignored his words and brought her hands down to his nipples, beginning to stimulate them gently. "My dear Alex… I love how sensitive your nipples are."

Alex squirmed, "Oh... oh... please stop... oh..."

"You can't fool me, doll. I know you love it. I know you crave it."

"Oh... no... please..."

"Just imagine, Alex. Imagine how beautiful you'll look dressed like a doll, my doll. Imagine all the attention you'll get, all the eyes on you."

Alex's resistance crumbled, and he found himself unable to hold back the moans escaping his lips. He hated how much he was turned on, how much he wanted to give in to the feelings she was stirring in him. The thought of looking like the models on the screen, of being Irina's pretty little doll, was both terrifying and incredibly exciting.

"That's it," Irina purred. "You're such a good doll. You love being dressed up and shown off. You love being my pretty little toy."

Alex's protests had become nothing more than soft whimpers. He was lost in the sensations, unable to resist the pull of Irina's touch and the allure of the fantasy she was weaving around him. As much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to crave it – the attention, the arousal, the feeling of being completely controlled and dominated.

"Say it," Irina commanded. "Tell me how much you love it."

"I... I love it," Alex whispered.

Irina's smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss the top of his head. "Good doll. You're going to make such a beautiful, obedient toy for me… do you want to go into your enjoyment room, doll?"

"Yes… oh yes…"

"And what do you want to do in your little enjoyment room, hmm, doll?" Irina teased.

"I... I..."

"I will tell you what you want to do. You want to get it... you want to masturbate, abusing your sissy ass like a slut. Admit it!"

"I... I… y-yes…"

"Oh, but we can’t have such a dirty doll abusing its ass like that, no, no. You need to be controlled."

"No… Irina, please..."

"Oh, how sweet, doll. Beg for it..."

"Please, Irina, please let me use my ass… I… need it, I beg you, I need it so much…"

"My sweet doll, you are becoming such a filthy slut. Look at you, begging to abuse your ass and having these sweet, tender nipples," she said, increasing the stimulation on his nipples. "How do your nipples feel, doll?"

"They feel... oh..." Alex moaned, his body responding to her touch.

"Tell me, doll, are your nipples more sensitive lately?"

"Y-yes," Alex admitted shyly.

"And what else? Doesn´t your chest feel puffier?"

"Oh… I…"

"My doll... you are such a horny slut... but we can’t have you like this, no, no. We need to see your therapist about this."

"Oh no, please, Irina... I... I just… need it..."

"Sssh, be a good doll," Irina cooed, pinching Alex's nipples harder, causing him to yelp and focus back. "We have a special appointment with Dr. Paige, so we need to get going. Now."

"W-why? Is it… necessary?" Alex asked, fear and arousal battling within him.

"Trust me, it is," Irina replied with a wicked smile. "And you are going to love it."

Before they left, Irina gave Alex a jacket. It was the sissiest one possible. The jacket was a pastel pink, made of a soft, plush material that felt like a luxurious, warm embrace. It was adorned with frills and lace trim along the edges, giving it an overly feminine and delicate appearance. The sleeves were puffed at the shoulders, tapering to snug cuffs lined with tiny satin bows. The collar was high and ruffled, framing Alex’s face in an almost doll-like manner.

Irina draped the jacket over Alex's shoulders, her hands lingering to adjust it perfectly. "We can't have you getting cold, can we, my sweet doll?" she cooed, fastening the heart-shaped buttons that ran down the front.

Alex looked at the overly girly and infantilizing garment. The jacket's hem barely reached his waist, emphasizing the tight leather shorts he wore beneath it. Each movement caused the delicate frills to flutter, drawing more attention to his feminized appearance.

"Now, don't you look just precious?" Irina teased, adjusting the collar and smoothing down the frills. "This will keep you warm and ensure everyone knows just how much of a sweet, obedient sissy you are. Now, ready to go see Dr. Paige, my precious doll?" Irina asked, her hand gently guiding him towards the door.

Alex nodded, feeling the weight of the sissy jacket and the reality of his situation pressing down on him. "Yes, Irina."

Irina smiled approvingly and led him out, her hand never leaving his ass as they made their way.