From Student to Sissywhore

Philip knocked on the door of the tidy well-kept house on the outskirts of Coventry, double-checking the email on his phone to confirm that he had the correct address. The house was on a sizeable piece of property, surrounded by a walled garden which afforded the occupants of the home complete isolation from prying eyes. The surroundings were quiet, and perfect for the graduate school student to have peace and privacy to study. He had found the advert for the room for rent on-line, and had contacted the home-owner to arrange a telephone interview which had gone very well.

Cedric Watson had warmly welcomed his new lodger, showing him to his large double bedroom on the upper level of the house, complete with his own en suite bathroom. The only other rooms on that level of the house were a large storage room, and Cedric's private study which shared a common wall with the lodger's en suite. Philip had unpacked his clothes and belongings quickly, and in short order had made himself feel quite comfortable in his new home.

Over the next few weeks, the landlord and tenant went about their business independently, exchanging pleasantries and learning more about one another via conversations at the breakfast table each morning. For his part, Cedric had expertly disguised his true motives for renting the room to Philip and had kept the younger man from sussing out his plans for the future.

Philip was introverted, the product of a devoutly Catholic upbringing. Growing up in a small village with five siblings... all brothers... he was straight and sexually inexperienced.

Having only had one girlfriend in his life and being observant members of the church, Philip and his love had decided to save themselves for marriage never progressing past kissing and heavy petting even though they had been dating for nearly three years. Philip was 22 years old and naive in the ways of the world, which was just what Cedric had been hoping to find. The fact he was shorter, slightly built, and perhaps a bit effeminate was the icing on the cake.

Cedric Watson had relocated to Coventry a few years earlier to escape rumors that had sprung up around him. Rumors that involved behavior many found improper, and perverted. Rumors however were not proof, and Cedric decided to cut his losses and take early retirement to start fresh in a new community. He was now 62, standing 5'9" tall with a very average build, thinning grey hair styled in a comb-over across his balding head, and round wire-rimmed eyeglasses.

Cedric was wealthy. He had inherited large sums of money from his parents, as well as two spinster aunts who had left everything they owned to their only nephew. Tack on his pension, and he had more than enough money to afford the large house and all the creature comforts necessary for the lifestyle he had planned. The only thing missing was the type of companion he required... a problem he was going to solve using his newly acquired lodger.

Unaware that his landlord had been watching him since his arrival, strategically asking about friends, his life at home, and how he viewed a multitude of topics and issues of general interest, Philip unknowingly provided all the information necessary for Cedric to determine he would make the perfect slave. He had fears and insecurities that could be easily manipulated to ensure obedience and compliance. Philip, was easy pickings for a man like Cedric, and the reconnaissance had not been conducted exclusively by conversation.

Cedric settled into his leather chair and waited as he gazed at the large full-length mirror on the wall of his study. The room was always kept locked to ensure his lodger could not access it... a most important point as it had never dawned on Philip that the big mirror in his en suite bathroom was in fact a two-way mirror allowing Cedric to view everything that went on while he thought he had privacy.

Predictably, Philip entered the bathroom at exactly 7:30am to have a shower. Cedric smiled and admired the thin frame of his soon-to-be slave. Philip was exactly what the older man had been seeking. He was 5'5", weighed 130 lbs, and had a small cock that Cedric had watched him masturbate many times. It was only about five inches when erect, and when soft was no more than a nub which Cedric eagerly anticipated turning into the slut's tiny little clitoris.

The lodger had a pale complexion with light freckling on his face, and strawberry blonde hair that had started to grow a little bit longer towards his collar. Blush pink lips and blue eyes completed Philip's cherub type of a look, and Cedric's cock grew hard in his trousers as he watched the naked younger man brush his teeth, wash his face, and then step into the shower.

By the time Philip was toweling off and getting dresse, the peeping landlord had jerked himself off to a satisfying climax, and now sat at his desk continuing to plan his next move.

Four more weeks passed with little progress except for the deeper levels of detail Cedric gleaned from probing Philip over the breakfast table. He was sure, however, that Philip had caught him staring on more than one occasion in addition to the odd touch on the arm that lingered a little bit too long, and the 62-year-old worried if he did not take decisive action soon, that his quarry may slip through his fingers.

Lacking worldly experience, Philip could not fully fathom why he felt increasingly uncomfortable around his older landlord - but he had decided that he would start the search to find another place to live. Cedric became wise to this plan when he found a list of rooms for let during one of his thorough searches while Philip was out of the house. The time to act was now.

Spending another Friday evening at home, Philip was taken aback by the knock on his bedroom door. Cedric apologized for the intrusion at a private time, but wondered if Philip might be willing to help with the shifting of some large items in the garden shed. Philip was now uncomfortable around Cedric, but had been raised to be polite so he agreed, and followed the 62-year-old out to the shed.

An hour later with the shed sorted, the unlikely pair were relaxing in the comfortable club chairs of Cedric's lounge. Parched from the work, Philip eagerly gulped down the extra-tart lemonade Cedric had offered him, the intensity of the lemon completely masking the chemical taste of the tranquilizer that laced the ice-cold beverage.

The last thing Philip remembered was the room around him starting to go fuzzy and spin, and Cedric's voice sounding muffled and distant like it was coming from a mile away. He felt sure that he could feel someone else's hands all over his body, and being assisted to stumble back to his bedroom in a total stupor.

Over the next several hours, Cedric enacted the first phase of his plan. Forcing his captive to swallow another dose of the tranquilizer drug a few hours after the first, and after that a third dose, the older man was assured to have full control of Philip's body and mind for more than enough time to accomplish what he had set out to do.

The after-effects of the drug would leave Philip with vague and disjointed memories of his time under its influence. While in its thrall, he was powerless to prevent Cedric from doing whatever he wanted. The chemical compound reduced inhibitions to near zero while leaving the appearance of being conscious - if anything a willing participant of any activity that was going on.

Philip awoke the following day with warm sunlight streaming through the bedroom window and warming his bare skin. He lay sprawled across his bed wearing only pink satin panties and feeling like he had been hit by a truck. His mouth was dry, and his throat felt raw and sore. His muscles ached, and when he hauled himself up in front of the mirror he could see small round bruises on his chest around his puffy nipples. He had chafed and swollen lips, accented by bright red lipstick which was smeared around his mouth giving him the appearance of a perverted clown. As the fog in his head continued to clear, he also became very much aware of a burning pain coming from his anus... something he had never felt before.

A hot steamy shower made him feel better, but confusion returned when he went to get dressed and found all his drawers empty, and his entire closet devoid of a single garment of any kind.

Towel wrapped around his waist, Philip stormed in to the kitchen and marched straight up to Cedric who had just finished washing up his breakfast dishes. As the lodger began to demand to know what had happened to his clothes and why he had awoken dressed in pink panties, he was met mid-sentence by a vicious slap across the face that caught him totally off guard. Feeling his stinging cheek with the palm of his hand, Philip recoiled from the older man and plopped down into one of the kitchen chairs. Cedric advanced quickly and delivered another slap to the other side of Philip's face.

With a look of pure rage and intense anger in his voice, Cedric demanded that Philip remain silent, and not utter another word.

Stunned by the physical assault he had just endured, but also by the tone and demeanor of his landlord, Philip sat silently as he looked up at the older man who now stood directly in front of him looking down with intensity and malice written all over his face. Confusion and disbelief were quickly replaced by fear.

"Better", Cedric pronounced, his face softening a bit and the tension in his body relaxing slightly which made Philip feel more at ease. "I am sorry to have had to strike you Philip, but I will not tolerate hysteria in my house, certainly not from my slave".

The lodger's mind was reeling... did he just say "slave"?... what the hell was going on?! Going a million miles an hour Philip was trying desperately to comprehend what was happening while at the same time struggling to reconstruct the blank spots in his memory from the night before. He remembered helping Cedric in the shed, sharing some lemonade... and then, nothing. Vague images of Cedric's face and feelings of his body being manhandled, but nothing definite... nothing certain.

Philip was yanked out of his distraction by the voice of his 62 year old landlord as the older man took a seat at the kitchen table across from the young man.

"I would suggest that you sit silently and listen while I explain a few things to you, Philip. Believe me, it's in your best interest to listen, and to do exactly as I say from this point forward. If you do not, I will see to it that you regret your disobedience. I am going to show you a series of photographs and some video footage, and after you have finished looking at them I will explain to you how things will be from now on. Most importantly, you will remain absolutely silent until I tell you to speak... is that understood?"

Stunned, Philip simply nodded while Cedric produced a tablet and slid it across the table. Opening the specific file as directed by the older man, Philip was horrified by what he saw.

Photo after photo of him in various stages of undress, in a series of extremely compromising sexual situations. There were pictures of him masturbating his cock, and masturbating someone else's cock as well as licking, sucking, and orally servicing that cock to completion. Several showed his mouth and face coated in semen while he attempted to lick and swallow it with his tongue.

Worst of all, there were pictures of his pink bum hole, and of him pulling his cheeks apart for the camera while sliding his finger into his anus. An entire series of a cock opening and stretching and fucking him, taken from above. Only the Philip's face was clearly shown in each photo, and he looked like a fully willing participant displaying lust and desire - which caused him to descend further into stunned silence.

Directed at that point to open a video file, Philip was treated to 30 minutes of himself donning women's underwear, applying lipstick to his lips, tweaking and pinching his nipples, and then slobbering all over an erect penis as he kissed and licked and sucked it until it filled his mouth with a hot load of cum which he hungrily swallowed like a proper slut. Licking his lips afterward, the younger man looked like a seasoned cocksucker who had not only consented, but enjoyed working the cock thrusting in and out of his mouth.

When the video finished Philip slumped back in his chair, looked at Cedric, and pleaded with his eyes to be given some explanation of what was going on.

"I can see that you are ready to be reasonable young man, and if you promise to be good I will explain to you what you have just seen... and what it all means. Would you like that? Are you ready to behave and listen quietly while I tell you a few things?"

Philip nodded, swallowed hard, and listened in horror as the whole sordid situation was laid bare for him to try to comprehend.

"Last night, Philip, the lemonade I served you was laced with a hypnotic which I administered to you no less than three times over the course of the evening. This is why you do not remember any of what went on, as it has a side effect of inducing near total amnesia once it has worn off. It does, however, leave the user with the appearance of being completely conscious, and being willing to do whatever they are told. You will note that the only person recognizable in the photos and the video, is you, although I am sure you have worked out by now that the other man is in fact myself."

"It was necessary to ensure that only you could be identified, as the evidence you have just reviewed will be sent to your family, your parish priest, your friends, and of course your girlfriend back home if you do not do whatever I say from this point forward. How do you think they will react if they see their son... their friend... their parishioner... the love of their life... as a cross-dressing cock slut eager to suck, swallow, and get fucked by another man?"

"The deeply religious people around you Philip - what do you think they would do? I'll tell you. You would be ostracized - cast out - possibly even disowned. Your girlfriend would dump you in an instant, and very quickly everyone in your entire world would know that you are a perverted little faggot. Would you like that Philip?"

His mouth hanging open and tears welling up in his eyes, Philip slowly shook his head from side to side as a clear indication that he most certainly did NOT want any of that to happen. Why was Cedric doing this? Why would he threaten to ruin Philip's entire life?...

Almost as if the old man were reading Philip's mind, he continued his explanation by acknowledging the lodger must be wondering why all of this had been done. For the most basic reason really, because it could be done... and because he had wanted to.

"I have always had a desire and lust to dominate people like you, Philip. To own them. No idea where it came from really, but it is intense, and undeniable. So, I needed to find a way to satisfy my needs - cultivate and procure my own permanent slave. You, my dear lad, represented the perfect solution."

"You are young and gorgeous, legally an adult capable of making your own choices. I have created proof that your choices include behaving like a promiscuous cock-worshiping slut who couldn't wait to get away from his suffocating family so that he could act on his perverted impulses. With that proof, I now control everything you do, and everything you say. If you do not show me total obedience, everything that you just saw will become public knowledge. You, dear Philip... are now my slave. From now on you will behave exactly as you are told because you belong to me."

Philip was openly weeping as he realized that his life was ruined. He could not imagine his mother seeing the photos and the video of him slobbering all over an erect penis. His father and at least two of his brothers would most likely kill him if they were ever to find out and thought he was a faggot. And his girlfriend, what would she say? She would never speak nor look at him again. He would be the laughing-stock of his small group of friends, and the intensity of the shame he was already feeling without any of these people having seen the digital images was enough to to nearly make him throw up.

Seeing the resignation to the situation wash across the young man's face, Cedric smiled a smug and sadistic smile, and gave his new slave his very first orders.

"If you understand the situation as I have explained it Philip, and wish to avoid having everyone in your life learn what you truly are, I suggest that you demonstrate that understanding by getting down on your knees, crawling to me, and taking out my cock so that you can suck, pleasure, and worship it. If you do a good job, I will reward you once again with a nice big mouthful of my cum for you to swallow and appreciate. Do it now, slave."

Almost in a trance, Philip did exactly as the old man bade him, and soon found himself on his knees on the kitchen floor with Cedric's pants open and his hard six inch cock mere inches from his mouth. From above, further instructions advising him to make sure he moaned with pleasure through the deep shame he was experiencing, and to be sure to slurp and slobber all over the cock while he begged to be fed a hot load of semen were issued.

Having been successfully profiled by the retired pervert, Philip slipped quickly into subservience and resignation to his current situation. The old man enjoyed wave after wave of pleasure as his new slave bobbed up and down on his hard cock and begged to be fed and to be allowed to swallow his hot load.

Once the 62-year-old had pumped the contents of his balls into Philip's mouth, he told the cocksucker to look up at him and open up to display the thick creamy load on his slutty cum-hungry tongue. As he did so, Philip realized that once again Cedric had recorded the entire blowjob on the tablet, padding the blackmail material of Philip being a cock-obsessed faggot. A tear formed at the side of the teenager's left eye and ran down his cheek as he heard one word uttered by his new Master... "swallow".

Over the next few weeks life changed dramatically for Philip as he became more and more dominated by Cedric, who was an expert at brainwashing. He now had Philip squarely on the path towards total submission to his every whim. How the young man dressed, what he ate, and when he came and went from the house. He had Philip create an entire journal dated merely a week after he had arrived at the house, detailing how he was looking forward to living out his fantasies of becoming a feminized sissy for an older man now that he was away from the suffocating environment in his home town.

The journal detailed how he begged and cajoled Cedric for weeks on end to take on the role of the dominant older Master, and how the 62-year-old had finally agreed after being threatened with an allegation of sexual impropriety towards the younger lodger. An irony the older master used to amplify Philip's indignity in the most delicious manner.

The old man had his slave write the most horrible and ungrateful things about his family... how his girlfriend was a bible-thumping frigid bitch, and how the Catholic Church was a cult preying on those too stupid to see it for what it really was. Detailed kink-driven sexual fantasies Philip had for his landlord, and even for his brothers were all coerced out of the slave - containing the most explicit and degrading details.

Once the journal was completed, it was locked away with all the other blackmail material, ensuring Philip's ongoing obedience and willingness to submit.