Chapter 1: The First Lock
The air in the bedroom was heavy, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, and it clung to the back of Chris’s throat. He knelt on a plush velvet cushion, the deep burgundy pile scratching faintly against his knees. His heart was a frantic, stupid bird trapped behind his ribs. He wore only his boxer briefs, the cool air raising goosebumps on his skin, a stark contrast to the heat
She stopped in front of him, the tip of a black stiletto just entering his downcast field of vision. “Everything is part of the exploration, Christopher. The question is, how deep do you want to dig?” She let the question hang, then walked to a sleek black case laid open on a sidetable. The contents glittered and shown pink under the low light. “You hired me for a experience. For transformation. For that "point of no return" feeling, Correct?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust the process.”
She had all her supplies out of sight she didn't want him to know it was all irreversible until it was done and already too late. She slid a pink silk scarf over his eyes. She didn't want him to see the epoxy/glue until it was sealed, didn't want him to realize she wasn't role-playing until he was a chastity princess. See she had read his favorite erotica and it was about the sub being permanently, irreversibly and irrevocably accepting permanently feminized, and chastity.
First she slid the blindfold over his eyes so she could hide the glue, gown, heels ect. Until he was stuck in them.
Until he was helpless. Until he was hers.
Chris took a deep breath, the silk of the blindfold pressing softly against his nose. The scent of her, jasmine and something darker, something more primal, filled his lungs. He could feel her moving around him, the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of metal. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Arms up, darling," she murmured, her voice a low purr. He obeyed, lifting his arms above his head. He felt something cool and smooth wrap around his wrist, then heard the distinct click of a lock. He tested it, pulling gently. It held fast. His heart pounded in his chest.
He was bound, blindfolded, and at her mercy. He should have felt fear, but all he felt was a strange, exhilarating anticipation. He heard her move closer, felt the heat of her body near his. Then, her fingers, cool and slick with something, traced a line down his chest, over his abs, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Just a little something to help you relax," she replied, her voice a sultry tease. He felt her fingers dip beneath the fabric of his boxers, tracing the line of hair that led down to his cock. She cut his male attire off him... he wouldn't need it anymore and once she was done he wouldn't be able to look like a man ever again.
She had a plan to make him a sissified, feminized, chastity princess. She had read his favorite erotica and it was about the sub being permanently, irreversibly and irrevocably accepting permanently feminized, and chastity. She was going to make his fantasy a reality.
Chris gasped as her fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze. He could feel himself hardening in her grip, his body betraying his mind's hesitation. She chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"Looks like someone's excited," she teased, her thumb rubbing against the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that had already begun to leak out.
"But you're not getting off yet, darling. Not until I'm done with you." Her fingers tightened their grip, and he moaned, his hips twitching involuntarily.
"Please," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I can't—"
"Can't what?" she interrupted, her breath hot against his ear. "Can't take what you hired me for? Can't handle the transformation? Or can't handle the fact that you're going to be mine now?"
Chris's breath hitched. He knew he shouldn't have hired her. He knew he shouldn't have let her do this. But I did so I'll let her do her work... the last mistake he would make as a man.
He felt her release his cock, and he whimpered at the loss of contact. Then, her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him back until he was lying on the bed, his arms still bound above his head.
"Spread your legs, Chris," she commanded, her voice firm. He hesitated, then complied, feeling the cool air against his now bare ass. He hadn't even felt her remove his boxers. She chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good boy," she praised, running a finger along his inner thigh. "You're learning."
She retrieved the gown, heels, male to female chastity device, and bucket of scentless epoxy.
She had planned this meticulously, and she wasn't about to let him back out now. She had read the erotic books he had sent her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She had even read the comments on the forum, where he had been begging for a woman to take him to the next level. She was going to give him exactly what he wanted, and then some.
Chris could feel her breath on his skin, warm and moist. He could smell the scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something darker, something more intoxicating. He could hear the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of metal, the wet sound of her tongue as she licked her lips.
Chris felt the cold steel of the womans chastity outfit, it was damp but little did he know the dampness was a skin adhering permanent adhesive. His cock was glued in the chamber so it was perfectly flat and feminine.
His balls were in the sac, the chastity cage locked in place. He felt the cold metal press against his skin, the adhesive seeping into his flesh. He could feel the cage tightening around him, his cock shrinking and softening in seconds. He could feel the cage tightening around his balls, the sac pulling them up and away from his body. He could feel the cage tightening around his entire groin, his cock and balls disappearing into the cage. He could feel the cage tightening around his entire groin, his cock and balls disappearing into the cage. He could feel the cage tightening around his entire groin, his cock and balls disappearing into the cage.
He could feel the cold metal pressing against his skin, the adhesive seeping into his flesh.
"Fuck," he groaned, his body tensing as the cage locked into place. "It's too tight."
Seraphina chuckled, her fingers tracing the edge of the cage. "It's supposed to be, darling. It's a chastity cage, after all. You're not supposed to get hard in it."
Chris could feel his cock trying to swell, his body betraying him. He not realizing her permanent actions let her glue and lock the chastity bra, that was filled with two false breasts that would inject breast growth hormones and once locked on would fill out the bra.
He felt the bra being locked around his chest, the adhesive seeping into his skin, the false breasts pressing against his chest, the nipples hardening and growing. He could feel the bra tightening around his chest, his nipples becoming erect and sensitive. He could feel the bra tightening around his chest, his body responding to the hormones and the false breasts.
The adhesive was strong, and it was permanent. He could feel the bra locking into place, the adhesive sealing him into the false breasts. He could feel the bra tightening around his chest, his body responding to the hormones and the false breasts. He could feel the bra tightening around his chest, his body responding to the hormones and the false breasts.
She continued taking great pains to make sure he didn't realize soon there would be no way out of this.
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Chris’s breath came in ragged gasps as the cold, damp metal of the chastity cage locked into place, sealing him in. The adhesive seeped into his skin, binding him to the cage with a sickening *snap*. His cock, once hard and proud, now lay limp and useless inside the steel prison, his balls drawn up tight against his body.