Cassandra Chapter 2

Melissa determined more radical procedures were now in order for her "little slut-slave". Body piercing had become all the rage in the scene and Melissa was eager to get me done. I received multiple piercings in my ears, nipple and navel rings, and a "Prince Albert" through the frenum of my she-male clitty. My most erotic piercing was the shiny barbell through my tongue, which drove Melissa mad with passion when I pleasured her orally.

In addition to my night corset, my mistress began strapping my feet into a special brace apparatus she had read about in one of her bondage magazines. The braces forced my feet into high, curved arches. At first, it was very painful as my feet were arched into that unnatural position. Each night, she adjusted the straps a little tighter, making the arch a little more acute. As time progressed, my feet adapted permanently to this new geometry. Where before my feet ached ferociously after a few hours in high heels, now I wore spike heels all day without discomfort. In fact, I could no longer walk or even stand unless I was wearing the highest of heels.

Transformed as I was, it seemed only natural when Melissa took me to a urologist colleague of hers and had my shrunken, useless little testicles removed. I didn't miss them at all, and my smaller, smoother clitty became so easy to tuck away inconspicuously. From that point on, my hormone regimen operated uncontested throughout my body. There seemed to be no end to my feminine development.

Mistress took a fancy to showing off her "pet" to her friends in The Scene. We would each be bizarrely made up and dressed, Mistress as Supreme Leather Bitch and myself as a latex or PVC slut. My scenewear was specially-constructed to proudly reveal my magnificent mammaries and plump, rounded tush to our many admirers. My wrists would be bound in padded cuffs and clipped securely to D-rings at my corseted hips. I glided effortlessly on six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes or boots.