Sissy Caption: He Chose Me

He Chose Me

    In this world, we can capture monsters in balls. We take control of them and they become our companions. Unfortunately, the power of this technology doesn't end at monsters- it works on humans too. Now, of course, this is considered unethical, and nearly never happens, but when it does... you end up like I have.

    I let my guard down one day at college and, well, I was caught. Nobody saw and nobody knows to look for me, so nothing could be done. Brad, the one who caught me, has become my "companion" or rather, master. I never wanted to end up this way, but there is no fighting the influence that comes over you when your caught.

    "Why don't you... take care of my urges, Vanessa?"

    He has renamed me ever since my capture "N-n-yes, master." His dick was fully erect. If nothing else, it was impressive, mine could never compare. My mind went numb and I got straight to business, choking on his massive cock.

    "Yeah... that's the spot, your a good, good sissy..."

    Those words disgust me but... they make the enslaved part of me so happy. 

    "Why don't you get up on my lap?"

    And so, I do it, I climb up on top of him and start bouncing on his cock. This has become more... pleasurable as time has gone on. Something about the ball's effect on my mind makes giving in to him orgasmic, not to mention the way he ravages my body.

    "Oh, I have another outfit for you to wear... put this on and come to my room later, will you?"

    That's another thing, I've been forced to wear whatever he tells me to. It started off simple, feminine clothes but you wouldn't question if I'm a man. But, with time, makeup and ever-shortening skirts came into the picture. Nowadays, he loves to see me in a maid outfit, so it's what I pick out most mornings.

My figure has slimmed and my hair has grown out. My skin is soft, I might have even become shorter. Doing tasks around the house like a house wife, It's so demeaning but.. the embarrassment kind of turns me on, although I don't know if that's an effect of being his, or my own mind.

    "AHHHHH yeahhh... alright now honey, get back to work, I'll see you later." He smacks me on my ass- it feels good.

    And so, I continue being his slave, fucking him every day, basically becoming his wife. I fight it now but... I worry the day will come where the pleasure will send me over the edge and I'll accept my place. Well... it wouldn't be so bad, I guess- I can't think like that though. Regardless, I wont be able to fight it much longer with the way he loves me.