Country Girl: The Beginning

So, here I was, waiting in the back corner of the garage, the door to the empty bay open. The night-light illuminating the front reaches of the garage. The garage lights were off. Instead, in the shadow of the corner, I waited for him to come.

Nearly a year ago I had met Master Cock on-line. This was a unique chat room, one where submissive wannabe transvestites could meet dominant men for on-line fantasy eroticism. I had been coming to this site for a few months while enjoying wearing panties and a bra, talking with dominant men and masturbating. Often I would put my small cock (then it was nearly 4 inches but has shrunk since the hormones) down between my legs and rub as if it was a pussy clit. Anyhow, it seemed to be enough for my hidden thoughts. I grew up a bit slight for a male (5'5") and was almost hairless on my body. Although I had sex with girls while a teenager I often daydreamed of being the one hunted and not the hunter. It was a strain trying to be masculine with my dates when I wanted to be submissive. I thought I'd eventually find the right girl who understood but instead dating went from seldom to never. Now that I was 26, all I was doing sexually was visiting this chat room, buying some feminine clothes and strutting around my house in the closet, so to speak. I had stopped dating altogether nearly a year before this and could only ejaculate while thinking of being used by a man or a group of men. I had a pair of high heels and loved wearing them. I had actually gotten quite good at walking and swaying. I also had a small amount of make-up. You know, like lipstick, stick on nails etc.

Already over the months in this chat room I had virtually submitted to several men. (I know what you're thinking. Who knows whether they were men or boys or whatever.) It didn't matter because in my mind they were men. They were big men, masculine men and they came in black and white, fat and lanky. As I said, I am sexually submissive with a desire to be used and abused. At least my on-line persona enjoyed this to many strong orgasms. Whether I was willing to go further was about to be tested.

So, in October of 2005, I was on-line. My 'nom de net' was Prissy. I liked the name since it sounded like Sissy which is the way I think of myself. Around 8pm that night someone (who as you've guessed is Master Cock) told me to join him in a private chat. During the next week I opened up completely to him. Telling him all my private thoughts and those things I had no interest in (more on this later.) By the end of the week I was already beginning to submit to his words. I would quiver waiting for him to come on-line. He always demanded I be there waiting and he was always late by a different amount of time each encounter.

There on the screen, that Friday night, were the words, "do you know what a web cam is?"

Of course I knew but I had not bought one. I wanted the anonymity the chat rooms afforded. But, at that instant I knew I was moving into uncharted waters when I answered, "Yes Master Cock."

By Saturday night the web cam was set up and I waited for him to come on line. I waited nearly 40 minutes and thought as the time passed, "what am I doing and where will this lead?" After a half hour I thought he wouldn't come at all and everything had just been a hoax. I said to myself I would wait until a full hour was up and that was all. Perhaps that was the last dominant thought I would have from that point on.

When he came into the chat room he signaled me to turn on the camera. He did not reciprocate. I was wearing only pink panties and matching bra but I had not done anything else feminine; no nails and no make-up. My light brown hair was a bit long but nothing feminine. For a little while he didn't say anything as I sat in front of the camera with the red light blinking wondering what he was thinking. I was nervous, afraid and excited all at the same time.

After what seemed like an eternity he typed the following, "you are quite pretty. From now on you will always be fully feminine when you come on line and when I think you are a good little cunt I will let you see me. You will do what I ask without question. If not, I'll be gone and this will be over. If you do well then perhaps all your dreams will come true. I want you to practice your voice to become as feminine as you can because we will add audio to our little journey soon. From now on you are a cunt to be used by me in any way that pleases me. Your pussy is for me to use as I see fit. Do you understand?"

I answered quivering, "yes Master Cock."

"Good, from this day forward you will wear panties only whether

you are inside and outside your home. Tomorrow buy enough panties to last you and throw out any male underwear you have. You are a cunt and your cunt should be covered with panties and only satin panties. And from now on when you go to the bathroom you will sit to pee. Cunts pee and make poopy. You will call your clit a tee-tee like any girl would do. You will no longer buy any magazines other than girl magazines and you will eat like a girl. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master Cock," I typed erratically.

"Good, be a cunt every moment you can. You must always think

like the submissive little cunt you are. The sooner you become that cunt

the sooner you will be ready for what you have desired for so long," he

replied. "Oh, buy a short nightgown to sleep in. Learn to keep your nails

nice. Use an emery board"

Over the next month we started getting on line much more frequently. I had become so overpowered with this whole thing I had actually given him my real name and address. When I told him I worked from home he told me to let my hair grow long and when I went out I could wear in a pony tail. (When it finally grew out over the months it never looked manly when I went out. I could feel the eyes of people but I didn't care.) Master Cock would send me pictures of clothes he liked and if I could afford them to buy them and wear them. So, by the end of that month I had two outfits. One was a short plaid pleated skirt with white cotton blouse and white knee high stockings with black Mary Jane shoes Under the skirt I wore white satin boy shorts (those are girl frilly panties for those of you that don't know) and a white training bra.

The other outfit was a short red dress that I bought from Frederick's of Hollywood. I had matching red stockings with garters. Master Cock didn't like pantyhose. And of course my pink panties and matching bra I wore with this and red heels.

I had spent nearly $1,000 on all of this so far but I had plenty of money and I was enjoying myself. What else did I have to spend it on? By this time Master Cock controlled every orgasm I had. Sometimes he would watch me and other times he would tell me when and what I should be thinking.

At the end of about a month a small package arrived in the mail. When I opened the box there was a wrapped package inside and a note from Master Cock not open it and for me to email him of its arrival. Shortly after my email Master Cock instructed me, by email, to meet him on line that night with the package unopened by my side. I was to wear the school girl outfit I had bought.

This time he didn't make me wait more than a minute or so after the 8pm time he had designated. He asked if I had the package etc and then took my breath away when he said, "I am going to turn my web cam on now and you will be able to see me." A few moments later a little video screen opened on my computer and there he was. You'll be surprised, he wasn't some Adonis but instead was hairy and overweight (not humongous you terrible readers). He was a bit repulsive but he was my Master Cock and my thoughts fell instead on my submissiveness as I looked at him. He was definitely hairy and manly. He had already told me he was 6'3" but he looked like he weighed over 240 lbs. I on the other hand had been eating lightly over the month on the diet he had prescribed and was down to 138 lbs.

Master Cock told me, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out a limp cock that looked over 8" long hanging there; if I was ever going to get to suck it there were several things I would have to be do first and the package was the beginning. He said, "I should decide now whether to stop or go forward?" But once going forward if I objected to anything from this point on he would disappear. He didn't coerce me. Often I had imagined someone would have something on me and I would have to their bidding or else; such as stories about 'caught with consequences'. But, no, here I was making my own decision. Sealing my fate by my secret desires I meekly typed, "I agree Master Cock."

He then typed, "Prissy you are to get a 'mic' as soon as possible. We will talk as well as type from now on. And, now take out the package and unwrap it. But I want you to concentrate on my cock on the screen at the same time. From now on you will only look at my cock unless instructed otherwise. I will email you some pictures that you can frame and put up around the house. I'll tell you where. Now open the package and tell me what you see."

I unwrapped the package and saw a box inside. It was about 8 inches long and 2 inches on each side. I thought I knew what it was (and I know what you girls are thinking) but instead once it was opened I could see it was a large bottle of pills. I typed that I had opened the package and saw the bottle of pills. Master Cock asked, "Do you know what they are for?"

Of course my reply was, "No."

Master Cock then said, "You will never reply no and you will

always use the respectful Master Cock when replying. Instead of no you will say things like, "will you tell me Master Cock etc. No is not in your vocabulary when speaking to men. As a cunt your reply is always willing. Either a yes or whatever you want Master Cock etc. Otherwise you will be punished. You will be spanked. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master Cock, I understand," I uttered. "Will you please tell me what the pills are for Master Cock?"

The words came over the screen as I saw him touch his cock. He typed, "They are female hormones. You are to take one with a meal each day. I will send you more before they run out. Over the months you will form small breasts. Probably an A cup if we are lucky. I don't want them any bigger. Only you and I will know. In time, when you are ready, we will meet."

Standing in the corner in my garage waiting for Master Cock to arrive I felt my tee-tee move a bit in my white panties. I was wearing that outfit with the short pleated skirt, white blouse, knee high stockings, Mary Jane's and my white boy panties and white demi bra. My hair was now nearly shoulder length, dyed blond and was styled very feminine with a plaid bow (matching my skirt) on the right where my part was. My finger and toe nails were manicured and painted red to match the red in my scotch pleated skirt. I was wearing Intrigue (perfume you men reading this.) I had a small bag packed. Master Cock had said all I needed was my makeup bag and tampons. Everything that I would need would be provided.

I now weighed about 132 lbs and my shape had curved a bit from the hormones and I now had small A cup breasts as Master Cock had predicted. I had small areola more masculine then feminine but my nipples were bigger and definitely female. It was 8:05pm, Friday, June 16, 2006. He was already 5 minutes past the time he had said for me to be ready. I was taking a three week vacation. I had informed the home office and they had assigned my accounts to another salesperson until I got back. It was a great job. I simply called accounts and they placed orders which the home office filled and I was paid. My time was mine. And a vacation was way overdue. I hadn't had one for nearly three years since I started working with them (where would I go by myself?) and I was one of the most productive salesmen (I guess now salesgirls). It made me think of my voice. The training and hormones had made it possible for me to sound between an alto and soprano. I didn't sound very masculine even before but now I could sound a bit passable.

My mind turned back to the time between the hormones and now. During this period I had become quite feminine in my manners. The hormones had helped but also the magazines, TV shows, food etc that Master Cock had picked out for me. Outside of work during this period he controlled all my other time. He had sent me a butt plug which I would wear to get use to what would happen when the time came. One time he had me watch as he masturbated and came. I couldn't believe how big his cock had grown. Nor could I believe the copious amount of cum he produced. It was over two tablespoons and maybe even three of white gobs of cum. This did not include his pre-cum. When I came I didn't even fill a teaspoon. I never knew until now the difference between myself and men.

After a few months he had me set up various web cams throughout my home and he had done the same. He would watch me when I went pee-pee and he would make me watch as he 'took a leak' or 'took a piss'. Once he filled a large 2 cup measuring cup with his pee. His pee was so dark yellow. It looked so strong. The diet I was on made my pee very light. The only liquids I was allowed was water and sometimes tea, a light green tea. One time he put a web cam in the toilet and peed right on it. What I saw was him peeing on me. He asked me what I thought. By then I had learned to say I was there to please him and if it pleased him it pleased me since I was his cunt girl.

When spring came he once came on-line and told me some friends of his wanted to look me over. He asked me if I minded. Actually he said, "Cunt, I have some men here that want to see my little pussy girl. Are you ready?"

What could I reply by now except "Yes, Master Cock." All of my web cams were on but Master Cock and his friends were just in front of one. (He had turned off his others for this meeting.) I could only see the men from the neck down and they had their cocks out. There were about six of them in sight. The one to the right of Master Cock had a huge beer belly and a not so big cock (well compared to Master Cock's.) He looked like a beer drinker and I could see tattoos on his knuckles. Also I saw two black men with long dangling cocks. One was longer then Master's.

Master Cock said, "Hey pussy, show the men how you pee and after that show them what you do so your pussy doesn't leak. And when you walk, sway as if you have a bucket of cum in your pussy so the men can see how you jiggle.

By this time we had audio connected as well and after I peed I put a tampon in my ass, oops, I mean pussy. I walked back to the computer and turned and walked around. I noticed some of the penises were starting to straighten up. It was at that moment I thought I heard someone in the back say something like, "she'll do fine." A few days later I would learn what this all meant.

Of course what it meant was why I was standing in the garage. It was 8:15pm and the lights of a car turned into my driveway and the car slowly pulled into the garage. I trembled. I hadn't met Master Cock before. The only name I knew for him was Master Cock. I didn't know where he lived or anything else. The lights lit me up like a deer in the head lights.

Over the months he had emailed me pictures of him, his cock, his cum, his ass, his pee and had me print them out as 8"X10"s and frame them and put them up around the house where he said. By this time I didn't have anyone visit me anymore. More and more I just had groceries delivered and rarely went out. I guess I was a closet queen (joking). I was amazed how far I was going with all of this but I couldn't stop. If you knew how I felt you'd understand. If you don't you probably think I'm just weird. But the desire to be that submissive girl and this guy willing to fulfill the need took away all the boundaries. His cock picture was on my mirror in my bathroom and another on my vanity. He had told me to put the picture of him peeing in the large measuring cup on the wall opposite the toilet. And, several cum pictures were placed around my bedroom. One large gob of cum picture sat on night stand by the alarm clock. Master Cock allowed me to rub my clitty and cum as long as I was looking at one of these pictures. He had also sent me a small enema bulb and had me start (what he called douching my pussy) shooting a mixture of water and scent in my butt, holding it for at least 10 minutes while doing other things and then sitting down releasing it. It became part of my daily ritual.

Shortly after the scene with the men he talked with me one night (as I said we had audio then) about the future. He wanted me to be ready in June to go to his cabin for my vacation and to be his cabin slut. I was to expect friends of his would be there and for the first time he asked me, instead of telling me, if I had any reservations to "tell me now."

So I told him there were a few things I just couldn't tolerate. I said I didn't want any other girl or submissive to be there since I would be ashamed. (Can you believe that? But it was true.) I also was not into a few things like scat, cigarette burning, whipping, torture or any severe pain. He asked about spanking and I said I thought I could take a good hard one. He asked about caning and I said I wasn't sure how much I could take but it was ok as long as the cane wasn't torturing me. Nervously I told him any other reservations I had and he said these wishes would be resolved in an agreement, which I would read on the drive to the cabin. If I was OK with the agreement I would sign it and we would continue to the cabin. If I weren't then everything would end during the ride forever. But, Master Cock said, "most submissives want to be in some control but in order to really be what he said I wanted to be, once I signed the agreement and we got to the cabin I would not be allowed to object to anything any male asked me to do that was not on the excluded list.

The car pulled up and stopped. Master Cock rolled down his window and said, "Prissy, put your suitcase in the back and get in." I followed his instructions and as the car backed out of the garaged I used the garage door opener and closed the door. As the garage door went down I could see my past as I now sat in the present wondering about my future.

The house looked dark and as the car pulled into the street I felt my old life completely slipping away. I was very nervous at this moment and then I heard Master Cock saying, "Here Prissy," and he handed me several pages of a typed agreement.

He continued, "Turn the reading light on and read it out loud as I drive. You should be aware there will be no changes. You will either accept this in its entirety or this escapade will end. When you are finished you will either have your last choice for the next two weeks or I will drive you back home to dream your life away..

"Contract between Master Cock and Prissy,"

This was heading. I began to read it out loud as the car drove away from my neighborhood. I seemed to read it slower then necessary both out of nervousness and because it was an important document. To me this was more than a very 'important document,' it was putting me on a course of action often dreamt of, but now almost real.

I read the following,

"As we have agreed there will be no other women on this trip at the cabin. There will be no scat. There will be no diapers. There will be no burning, candle wax, fire play. No whipping. No fisting. No asphyxiation. No electricity. No permanent tattoos. No needles. No torture, etc."

The car continued along. I was reading and not paying attention to

what direction we were going. I continued,

"This is what is expected of you. You will be always be female in all your manners at all times. You will be expected to clean the house including the bathrooms. You will do all the laundry. You will keep kitchen clean and the dishes put away. You are expected to do every girly task there is. These will include cleaning the men's underwear by hand and other expectations, which you will learn. You will always keep your eyes on male genitals at all times. You will answer yes to everything unless given permission to say no. Otherwise the only answer other than yes will be 'whatever pleases you.' When you are spanked you are allowed to whimper or cry but you will not yell or scream. You will not swallow any deposits without permission. You will have bathroom behavior control (which means you will have to ask to go and you may or may not be given permission. A further understanding of this will be explained at the cabin.) Your diet will be controlled. You will only read what is in your room. You are expected to douche every morning (and when anyone tells you to)."