May 24th, 2010 | 
Author: Her Silent Mastery-1 -- 'Friday Night'
The new master's body was very gently handled as they moved hir from the van to the house. Sie was very silent in hir bondage, remembering the rules of hir transformation. Sie was no longer in possession of a name or of a gender: these things were to be reassigned by hir teacher. Sie was to remain silent until sie was given the proper words to speak. Sie was to remain naked except for the straps, belts, and garments sie would be given as appropriate to hir training. But, there were the memories, as well. Sie remembered hir current gender to be female, if only from the straps pressing tightly against hir cunt, feeling the moistness under the warm leather. Sie couldn't see anything but the broad shoulders of hir bearers, each holding a loop of metal attached to hir secure binding, bearing hir into the house. Was this going to be too difficult? Sie knew that the masters would assign hir gender as it pleased them, not for hir ease, and that was the hardest part of the transformation process. Sie had loved being a woman, but what exquisite seduction! That sie would be one of the masters, so fluid in their gender. Sie remembered the time sie welcomed into hir dominance a man so eager to become hir slave, but later to reveal himself as one of the masters. Sie discovered this as sie stripped him down, as sie had him bound to the wall: the beautiful skin of his small breasts, the look of fear in his eyes as sie brought the knife to his neck, his hairless cunt. Sie remembered cutting him down, watching him go over to his bag and remove the soft flesh of his cock as he bore down upon it, pulling it up into himself. The prosthesis alone kept hir enthralled, such that sie demanded to learn more. And then to find hirself signing the rules, the contract, giving up possession of what was hir life, hir gender, for this weekend. A transformation, an experience, hir signature giving hir entry among them, and so completely, so suddenly. Sie left hir job that night and met the four masters, who brought hir to their van. Inside, sie was stripped, laid down among the pillows and rugs, on top of hir binding restraint which had been designed for hir. It was an abduction, sie was being removed from hir entire previous mode of thinking, they were stripping away what was unnecessary to hir. Sie has been a mistress to slaves before, and sie knew better than to be disobedient. Sie was 'a good bottom', too good to ever bottom properly. Sie knew what sie demanded when it was hir as mistress, topping the slave, sending the slave around in commands and trails which they understood only that they were pleasing their mistress. They would misstep because they would step outside of total obedience, their will would intrude upon their grasp of their command, and they would be
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