The Intruder

David White had prepared for this moment for a long time. For months, he had studied the house and the life of the woman who lived inside it.

Sandra Brown was the successful owner of a chain of high-end jewelry stores. She was rich and attractive. On her social media profiles she showed flashes of her luxurious lifestyle and her great looks.

This had in no small part contributed to her financial success. Her skin glowed of her Jamaican heritage. The elegant curves showcased her gigantic boobs and bouncy butt. Her juicy lips were always painted with bright red lipstick. It looked like a mouth who could handle a cock in many ways.

David was a proper farmer's boy who had moved to the big city to make it for himself. But he hadn't done it yet. He juggled several low-paid jobs at various bars and restaurants.

In his spare time, he was a burglar. This was the only way he could make a proper living. He had no time to engage in romantic endeavours, but used the small amount of spare time he had to watch porn and jerk off.

Sandra Brown had caught his eye while he unconsciously scrolled Instagram. He was stunned by her appearance, and even more surprised when he found out that she lived only a couple of miles away.

Now it was time to take control of his own life, pull off the heist and secure enough valuable objects that he never had to think about money again.

Dressed in all black, David made sure the pantyhose on his head was adjusted properly as he entered her bedroom window. His eyes were glued to the cabinet where he knew she stored her most valuable pieces.

To his left, Sandra was snoring lightly. Underneath the sheets he saw her big bust move slowly up and down. The white and purple bra didn't leave much to his imagination.

He felt his cock start to grow at the sight of it as he moved towards the cabinet. He opened the drawer slightly and saw the pearl necklaces he so desperately wanted.

His lust for the necklace made him completely unaware of his surroundings.

Without warning, he felt strong arms around his chest. They dragged him backwards and down on the carpeted floor.

Sandra was strong and now sat on top of his slight frame. Her powerful thighs held him tight.

She ripped the pantyhose off his head and quickly tied his wrists.

Her eyes were glistening as she looked deep into his:

"You are going to regret this, bitch."

She picked up a pair of panties from the floor and put them in his mouth. He was unable to speak.

With rapid velocity, she took off her bra. David saw her big, beautiful juggs dangle in front him.

Then he lost his eyesight as Sandra put her large 85K-sized bra on his face. She made a couple of rounds around his head with the straps before she fastened the bra on the backside of his head.

She shifted position and tied his ankles with another pair of pantyhose from the floor.

David could only make muffled sounds as he protested her actions.

She stood up before she sat down on her knees beside him.

"Let's see what you have got down here, whiteboi."

David knew the answer as she unbuttoned his trousers, removed his boxers and looked down on his boner.

Even though it was rock hard and pulsating with blood, it was nothing to admire. Even when it was stiff, it was no longer than three inches. In a flaccid state it was microscopic.

"That wasn't much to brag about, whiteboi. I am horny as hell, but you are not getting satisfied by me today. You never will with that thing."

She rolled him underneath the bed. Sandra positioned him diagonally and used scarves to secure his tied ankles and wrists to two of the four bedposts.

The bed had curtains between the frame and the floor. This made David invisible to anyone who entered the room.

Sandra spoke to him.

"You stupid bitch, what did you think you were going to do with my jewelry? It is not possible to sell, as everyone has their hidden serial number laser printed onto them. You can stay down there until I have decided what to do next. And if you even contemplate making a sound, I will call the police as fast as possible."

Sandra picked up her phone. Soon David heard her seducing voice talking.

"Hi, stud. Are you awake? Yes, yes. I just woke up, dreaming about being fucked by that big black 10 inch cock of yours. Mmm, baby. Yeah. Do you want to make my dreams into reality? Good, baby. See you soon, then."

She laid down on the bed. Now Sandra spoke to David again:

"Did you hear that, slut? The big black cock is coming to fuck me. You will be inches away, but can't get anything. I am naked and waiting for him. I bet he'll be here any minute now."

He was.

David heard kisses and small groans before they both landed on the bed above him. He felt his cock grow again, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Soon he heard the familiar thumping of a big cock in a pussy. The bed was bouncing up and down, and David felt his cum building up inside him. Without touching himself, he was about to orgasm.

And so the pair in the bed also was. Their moans grew louder and louder. With perfect timing, it seemed like the three of them all orgasmed at once.

The visitor left soon after, and left Sandra exhausted on her bed. Underneath her, David was tied in his own mess.

After a couple of minutes, he heard her move. After a few more minutes, David was back out in the open, but still tied on his ankles and wrists.

"Wow, what a mess you have made, you little horny slut. It looks like you are able to enjoy yourselves without touching yourself or another woman. Good."

David wriggled on the floor, but the muffled sounds were stopped by the panties in his mouth and the bra on top of it, keeping it tight.

She stepped on his dick with her foot. David felt an intense pain as she pushed down on him.

"It's a pathetic sight, that little cock of yours."

David couldn't speak, but deep inside him he did agree. He had always wanted a bigger cock, but life had not been kind to him in that regard.

"Nod if you don't want me to press charges."

David nodded rapidly a few times with his head.

"I thought so. If you do as I say, I will not do that. Do you agree to follow my instructions, and not protest at anything?"

He didn't know where this would lead, but he knew one thing: If she pressed charges, his life was in ruins. He would be locked up in prison. And from there, things would only go downwards.

David nodded again.

"Good. You are not going to prison. But you will be locked up in another way."

David didn't understand what she meant. He was already bound and locked in a sense, wasn't he?

He felt something down his crotch. Sandra pulled his balls and shaft through a ring of sorts, before something in cold metal covered his dick. Then he heard the click of a lock and the dangling sound of keys.

"Good boy. I have now locked up your tiny dicklet in a chastity cage. It means you won't get an erection, unless I unlock you."

David tried to scream, but the panty-gag drowned out all recognizable sounds.

"And you agreed to follow my instructions as well, didn't you? I know you are a burglar and a pathetic man, but I expect you to be honest. If you are a good boy, I promise that I will release you from your cage."

Sandra bent down again, and untied him, before removing the bra and panties. He was free to speak and move.

He felt a little bit dizzy as he stood up and looked at the ebony goddess in front of him. She had put on a new lingerie set in lacy deep red, complete with stockings and a garter belt. She wore matching sky-high stilettos to it.

He couldn't do anything else than admire the fine curves of her busty body.

His dick also liked it. It twitched and throbbed inside its cage, which moved a little bit. But it soon gave up, as it understood that it couldn't get a full erection. David looked down and saw it concealed inside a flat metal chastity cage, with small holes on the front, which gave it air.

"I am not finished with you. Kneel for me, bitch. NOW!"

David sat down in a hurry, with his eyes fixed on the floor. Sandra continued to speak:

"From now on, you will call me Mistress. And I will address you as sissy. Is that understood, sissy?"

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"I am sorry, Mistress. Yes, Mistress."

"What a good sissy. I am still horny. Now eat me."

She took a few steps forward and widened her stance. David looked up and stared straight into her pussy.

He was not good at this, but thrust his head up and started to lick her clitty with his tongue. He tried to do circular motions and satisfy her, but there was no response from her.

"You can't do this either, sissy. What a pathetic girl you are. I think we need some new tools around here."

Sandra pushed him back down on the floor. She opened a drawer and pulled out a large black dildo. It looked to be around 10 inches long.

It had a screw on the base. She bent down and mounted it into the big hole in the middle of his cage.

"You sissy whitebois can't do anything to satisfy a woman like me. I think we need the help of a big black cock again."

She sat down on him, and the large cock slowly glided into her.

She held him down tightly with her arms as she started to wiggle her butt and move up and down the dildo. David felt the motions ricochet down into his cock, which tried to grow big again. But it couldn't.

He tried to engage, but she overruled and rode him as she wanted.

She upped the tempo and started to moan slowly. The low moans turned into high-pitched ones, before she orgasmed with a scream a couple of minutes later.

After she regained her breath, Sandra spoke again.

"It looks like you could be helpful after all, sissy. But now we are going to play a little game. Are you ready?"

"Yes.. Yes.. Yes, Mistress," he said slowly, not sure how this would turn out to be.

"I am so pleased by your performance with the strap-on that I want to give you the opportunity to find the key, unlock yourself and leave the house. It sounds enticing, doesn't it, sissy?"

"Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress."

"I will take a few minutes to hide the key, and then you will get the chance to find it. Okay, sissy?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. But I need to tie you up and remove your eyesight while I do it. Okay?"

"Yes, Mistress. No problem, Mistress."

Sandra quickly tied his hands with the pantyhose again, before again putting the bra over his head.

He heard her moving around the room, opening and closing drawers. He heard the familiar sound of dangling keys. After a few minutes, she removed the bra and untied him again.

"Now it's hidden, and it is inside this room. But it's a twist to this game. If you don't find the key and give up, you will be locked up in chastity for the same amount of days as the minutes you used to unsuccessfully find the key. If you find it, though, you are free to leave. Okay, sissy?"

High risk, but also a high reward, David thought. And if he found it, he was going to fuck her brains out. No doubt about that. He had confidence in finding it. He had played a lot of hide and seek when he was a child.

"Yes, Mistress. I agree with the rules."

"Okay, let's go!"

Sandra sat down on the bed and watched him as he started the treasure hunt.

He hadn't heard her near the bed, and reckoned it was hidden in one of the shelves, drawers or in the wardrobe.

He started with the book shelf, where he browsed a variety of literature. It had an ominous range of topics, circled around feminization, female domination and black supremacy.

"What is this Mistress," he asked her while browsing.

"Don't worry about that, sissy. Focus on the game," she answered with a smile, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed.

He would find out about that later, he reasoned.

David opened the wardrobe and saw a large collection of sexy female clothing. The amount of lingerie was astonishing, in every colour and shape imaginable. The wardrobe floor was lined with stilettos and high-heeled boots.

The next wardrobe cabinet was filled with skirts and sweaters. Dresses hung on hangers all the way -- three rows deep.

As with the lingerie, he touched every item to see if the key was hidden there. He felt a growing sensation at the feeling of the sexy clothes and delicate fabrics. His cock twitched a little bit as he imagined Sandra wearing them, but she couldn't see it.

He opened all the drawers, and saw the jewelry he originally was here for. But he saw no key. He opened new drawers, and saw a wide range of sex toys and fetish items. Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators and massage wands. Ropes, cuffs, gags and blindfolds. And quite a large selection of chastity cages. Beside them were lots of keys.

He took out each of them and tried to unlock the cage, but they didn't fit. His desperation started to grow, as he knew he had used a lot of time now.

There were no more drawers to open, shelves to poke through or clothes to look at.

He turned around to the vanity table, but couldn't find any keys between all the make-up. That only left the bed.

He cleared his throat.

"Mistress? Could you please leave the bed, so I can search for it?"

"Of course, sissy. That's no problem at all."

She stood up and headed for the corner of the room, where she sat down in a large pink armchair, her legs crossed. The slight smile was accompanied by an ominous look in her eyes. She was having the time of her life.

David looked under the bed where he had resided just moments before. Nothing. He looked through the sheets and pillows without finding anything. He looked inside the lampshades on the bedside tables.

It wasn't here! She must have tricked him.

He turned around and looked at the Mistress sitting in her chair.

"I can't find it, Mistress. Have you tricked me?"

She waited a few seconds before she answered.

"It's in this room, as I promised. Are you telling me that you are giving up, sissy?"

David couldn't fathom where the key could be. If he dragged it out even further, his chastity period would be even longer.

He gave up.

"Yes, I give up, Mistress."

"Very well, sissy. Come over and kneel in front of me."

David dragged his feet and hesitantly sat down on his knees in front of her.

"You used one hour. That means 60 days in chastity."

David protested:

"No! I have a life! That's way too long."

"And what kind of life do you really have, you pathetic sissy whiteboi? Tell me that!"

David thought about his two jobs, about his side hustle of stealing things. He concluded, rather defeated.

"Nothing to speak of, Mistress. But where is the key?"

Sandra smiled.

She put her fingers down her cleavage and pulled up a thin metal chain with the key attached from between her boobs. She put the necklace around her neck, the key glistening towards him above her gigantic juggs.

"It's been here all the time. As I promised. It was in the room, wasn't it?"

David couldn't protest this. She was a smart woman, this one. Seducing, as well.

"We are going to have a lot of fun in the next 60 days, sissy."

David gulped. That was two months. What would she be able to do in that amount of time? He started to shiver at the thought of it. This would never end well.

"But I am going to give you a way to end this earlier. A challenge. Are you ready, sissy?"

He was sure this wasn't as straight-forward as she presented it, but what did he have to lose?

"Yes, Mistress. I am ready."

"Thank you, sissy. I am going to challenge you to do various tasks. If you perform then, the amount of days in chastity will shrink. If you object or don't perform to my expectations, the amount of chastity will double. If you do escape, though, you have no way of taking off that cage, have you? In addition, I will press charges. Is this understood?"

There were lots of holes to fall down into here, but David saw no other option than to try to do this. It couldn't be worse than his current situation. Or could it?

His reasoning was not clear, but he only wanted to get out of here as soon as he could.

"Yes, Mistress. I accept the challenge."

"Good, sissy. For the first challenge, I want you to take off all your clothes."

David hurriedly took them off. Completely naked, except for the cage, he was kneeling down in front of her, his butt resting on his calves.

"To remove a full week of chastity, I want you to shave off all your body hair."

This was an easy one. The hair could grow out again later.

"No problem, Mistress."

"I want you to follow me. But I need to make sure you don't run away. I don't trust you -- yet."

Sandra put a pink leather collar around his neck, with the words "Sissy Slut" in glittery capital letters. She attached a leash to the heart-shaped loop underneath it.

Sandra stood up and walked towards the door, which she unlocked. She led him out into the hallway, turned right, and entered the bathroom next door.

"Get in the shower and do as you promised me."

She took off the leash and pushed him into the shower. David turned on the hot water, before putting shaving foam on his entire body beneath the neck.

He did it with great application, starting with his legs. After about 10 minutes, he was finished and washed it all off.

He stepped out of the shower, and felt the newfound smoothness of his body. It felt weird, yet exhilarating. This was much better than what he was used to.

Sandra attached the leash again, and they returned to the bedroom. After locking the door, she took off the leash.

"You are being such a good girl, sissy. That's 53 days left now."

It was still a lot of days. There must be a whole lot of challenges coming up, David reasoned.

"You now have the smooth skin of a proper slutty sissy. But you are lacking something important. To remove another week, put on make-up and lipstick. Apply fake finger nails with nail polish and nail polish to your toenails as well."

"I don't know how to do this, Mistress."

"I will do it for you, sissy. If you want to do it, then?"

This was easily removable as well, when he came out of here. Just a little bit of soap and he was free. The nails he could easily remove, as well. Easy choice.

"Yes, Mistress. I want to do this."

He followed her over to the vanity table, where she went to work quickly. She painted his toenails in bright pink, before gluing on long fake nails, which she applied the same nail polish to.

David touched his body with his new nails, which were long and slutty. It felt weird, but he reckoned he would get used to it after a bit of training.

First, she cleansed and moisturized his face, before she applied a primer to create a smooth base in his face. She brushed foundation over his face, making his skin look even paler. Then she used the concealer to remove any blemishes and the dark rings under his eyes.

Sandra continued, with various powders to highlight the cheekbones and reduce the shine. She then plucked his eyebrows and used a pencil to draw them more sexy.

"Don't move, sissy. I need to be very precise," Sandra added.

She put on light pink eyeshadow, black eyeliner and long false lashes, to completely alter his appearance.

I must look ridiculous, David thought. He hadn't yet seen himself in the mirror, as he was facing Sandra, with his back to the table.

She continued by applying soft pink blush to his cheeks, before she finished with a dark red lipstick.

"You look like a real slut now, sissy. Turn around!"

David did, and his jaw dropped. Except for his short hair, he looked like the sexy bimbos he used to jerk off to.

"You're down to 46 days now, sissy. But I bet that you want some new hair, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Okay, sissy. Another week if you put on this wig."

She handed him a large wig with waist long, slightly curled, blonde hair.

David put it on his head, and adjusted it slightly. It felt warm, and was nice to have as the rest of his body was naked. Looking back in the mirror, he felt something weird. He looked hot!

His dick betrayed him at the sight of this sexy woman. Noone would have believed him if he said he was a man.

Sandra saw that his cock twitched in his cage.

"Oh, sissy. You really like this, don't you? It would be so good to unlock it, wouldn't it? By my calculations, you have 39 days left now. Are you ready for more?"

Fuelled by his growing desire and his urge to cum, David saw no other option than to continue the proceedings.

"Yes, Mistress. But can I ask you a question first?"

"No questions. A sissy doesn't ask, they do as they are told. Understood?"

"But if I ask more questions, will the chastity be extended?"

David had spoken without thinking through it. Sandra smiled.

"That was a question, sissy. And I told you that you shouldn't ask questions. Failing to obey my orders results in a doubling of the period, do you remember?"

David breathed out heavily, mad at himself for being so dumb. He looked ridiculous, yet his chastity period was longer than when he started.

"Yes, Mistress," he sighed.

"This means you currently have 78 days left, sissy. But now you will be able to seriously reduce the period."

She walked him over to one of the cabinets and opened the door. David looked at a dozen pairs of breastplates, with different sizes.

"To be a proper slut, you need real tits, sissy. I challenge you to put on a breastplate. For each cup size, I reduce the amount of days with two days.

David weighed the options. The bigger the breasts, the more days he shaved off. But they would be very heavy indeed. But a little thought inside him wanted the biggest. He was forced to do this, and had no real options. He might as well go for the biggest and sluttiest version of himself imaginable.

He chose the largest ones. They were difficult to put on, but he managed to fit the straps behind his back. The weight astonished him, and made him respect the busty girls a little bit more, as he flexed his back to counter the weight on his chest.

Then he felt Sandra doing something behind his back.

"We don't want them to slip off, do we? I put on a padlock to make sure the straps don't burst out."

He wanted to protest, but knew he couldn't.

"I am impressed with you, slut. 85K cups is very large, indeed. But you have removed 20 days from your sentence, which means you "only" have 62 days left. Almost back where you started, sissy."

In a weird way, he felt proud of her kind words. It was so much easier to obey her and dodging the insults and harsh words. The backside was obvious: He looked more and more feminized and slutty. But he knew he was going to be able to escape from this -- one way or another.

"Looking good now, sissy. We have come to the most important piece of clothing: Lingerie. You can pick whatever color you want from the wardrobe. One week for the set, another week if you choose a crotchless pair of panties."

She giggled at the last sentence.

David walked over to the closet again, and ruffled through the drawers. He settled on a deep black set of lacy lingerie.

He tried to step into the panties when Sandra cut him off:

"No, no, no, sissy. What are you doing? Well, you don't know much better. Remember this: Panties always go on last: That way they can be easily removed."

David shivered at the thought of this, but decided to block out the thought of what would happen later.

He picked up the garter belt instead. He put on the straps backwards, before turning it around. The suspenders dingled against his skin, further enhancing his arousal and imagination.

He liked this, there was no doubt about it. But he couldn't do it forever.

He sat down on the floor to more easily put on the stockings. The silky smoothness was sensational against his newly shaved skin.

Now he didn't regret that: This felt wonderful. He attached the suspenders in the front, before standing up and doing the ones on his backside. The tight press against his buttocks made him aware of his butt like he had never been before.

He found a matching bra which at last relieved his back of the extra weight and stress of his gigantic tits. Now he understood the purpose of a bra.

Finally, he stepped into the pair of panties he picked out earlier. They were crotchless. He wanted this to be as swift as he could.

"Great work, sissy. You are down to 48 days left in chastity now. Talk about progress!"

She snapped a photo of him without warning. He was about to protest, but swallowed his words.

"Don't look so angry, sissy, or I might extend this. Next up is high heels. This will make you look even more sexy than you already do. For each inch you add to the height of the shoes, I will subtract two days."

David weighed his options. Low heels would be more comfortable and easier to walk in. But something deep inside him wanted to test out his abilities. After all: High heels were one of his porn fetishes. The longer, the better. The better, the more sexy.

He scanned the closet, and knew which to choose the moment his eyes hit them.

He picked up a pair of black platform pumps with very high heels. They had ankle straps as well, which he needed for balance.

He stepped into them, and bowed down to fasten the straps. As he rose up again, his calves tightened at the height.

Sandra sat down and put small heart-shaped padlocks on each shoe, which she locked with a key that she secured in her bra.

"Consistency is key in your training, sissy. Try to walk."

He moved forwards as Bambi on ice and struggled with his balance. After a few rounds, he tried to increase the cadence, and almost fell over.

Sandra giggled.

"Well, well. You will get better, I promise. Those are six inches tall, which means you are down to 36 days."

David felt his ass pop out like never before while wearing the heels. He slowly stroked his stocking-clad thighs and divulged in the sensation it brought him. He looked down, and could only see a small bulge inside his lacy black thong, where his caged cock was hidden.

"As sexy as you look like right now, sissy, you cannot walk around in lingerie all the time."

Sandra stepped towards him and came in close. She held his face in her hand and turned it from side to side, inspecting her creation with great detail.

"Good, good. You look gorgeous."

She continued to feel his tits. David felt his dick squirm inside its cage, as Sandra started to tease him and play with his balls.

A sensational feeling grew inside his body. He felt every small inch of his body being activated. She was in complete control of him, the intruder.

"You will choose an outfit of your choice from the three I have picked out for you: Three days for nurse, five days for secretary, or seven days as a sexy, slutty maid."

David did the maths. If he chose the maid uniform, he was down to 29 days. He was starting to see the end of it.

"I want to be your maid, Mistress."

"My what, sissyslut?"

"Please, Mistress. I would love to be your sexy, slutty sissy maid. I will do whatever you want me to do, Mistress."

"That's better, sissy. Now put it on."

The fabric was stretchy as he put it over his head and adjusted the arms. The skirt part stopped very high, and if you bent down, you could almost see his panties and cage.

Sandra pulled the strings of the corset and tightened it hard. David automatically pulled in his stomach. When he breathed out, his stomach stuck back there. It made his heavy chest and butt stick out even more.

He started to feel like a duck wagging back and forth.

"We have one more thing to do, sissy. And you know what good maids do? They tidy the place and take out the trash. I want you to put your clothes in this trash bag and take it outside in the dumpster."

His head spinned around. He would never want to be seen in public with this stupid outfit. And he wanted his clothes when he was going to escape.

"No, Mistress."

His answer was stern and confident. He was sure she was going to budge. Surely, she wasn't this cruel?

She grabbed his balls again. This time she twisted them hard. He whined in despair.

Sandra leaned in and whispered in his ear:

"That's a double. 59 days now, you stupid bitch."

She let go of his balls, and David fell down on the floor, clutching his crotch in agony.

"I am doing it myself. See you soon."

Sandra walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He heard the lock click and understood that he had no other options than to wait for her to come back.

David gathered himself and stood up. He still felt the pain in his balls as he scanned the room. He saw the full-body mirror in the corner of the room, and couldn't resist the temptation of having a look at himself.

He walked over with his high heels clicking and clacking, and the padlocks ringing for every step. He stopped in front of the mirror and took in the sight.

One day ago, he would have drained his own balls at the sight of a sexy maid looking like this. Then he would have repeated it again and again and again.

Now he was the maid.

He felt a twitch in his cage as he got aroused by looking at himself dressed as a sissy.

Unbelievable.

He heard the door open and Sandra came back to the room.

"Standing there and admiring yourself, are you? I can see that your dick likes it. You must do it as well, then. You have been a sissy all along, haven't you?"

David didn't answer the rhetorical question, as his dick twitched again.

"No answer needed."

She laughed at him and spanked his butt several times.

David embraced the pain and stood tall. He didn't want to show her any weakness.

"I am going to give you the chance to drastically reduce your sentence now, slut."

She took out a fucking machine and mounted it on the floor. The gun had attached a very big black dildo.

"I know that you whitebois all secretly crave the big black cock. If you had had one of them yourself, you would be fucking me. But you don't, and now you are locked up. But I am grateful. You can have it yourself."

She took a bottle of lube and lubricated the strap-on very well.

"Get down on your knees and position your ass so it is touched by the tip of the cock. Do it NOW."

Her stern voice gave him no alternatives. He quickly got down on his hands and knees. Sandra lifted up his skirt. As he felt the tip glide through the crotchless thong and touch the entry point of his hole, Sandra spoke again.

"For each minute you take this cock in your pussy, a day disappears. If you cum, the count stops. Do you understand, sissy slut?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand."

It hurt as the dildo slowly moved deep inside him, touched his prostate and glided out again. Then it returned. Again and again and again and again. For each thrust, it went a little bit easier.

He got used to it quickly, and felt a sensation build up inside him. He enjoyed it, and a smile appeared on his lips. Sandra moved in front of him and took several photos.

Then she turned up the speed a little bit. David started to pant, but absorbed this new rhythm. The speed was turned up several times, now it was to a beat faster than the heaviest techno tunes he had heard.

Again, he absorbed the rhythm. It went on for a long time. He lost sense of time and space. Then the switch was flicked again, and his ass was attacked like nothing he had ever felt. He started to moan and groan, higher and higher.

It turned into a shriek and he came. But he didn't squirt all over the place, as he was used to. The cum dribbled out of the cage and started to drip onto the floor.

He was exhausted and relieved.

Sandra laughed.

"The intruder got intruded upon, didn't he? Haha, that was funny, wasn't it?"

She laughed a little bit more, then turned serious.

"You almost made it, sissy. If only you had resisted the temptation of orgasm for three more minutes. You would have been free. But you are not -- yet."

Sandra motioned for him to stand up. As he freed himself from the strap-on, he let out a last moan.

He sat down on the bed beside Sandra, who suddenly turned serious.

"You are a pathetic little whiteboi, with no cock to speak of. It's the big black cock who rules the world, and it's going to in the future. You might as well succumb to it at once."

As she spoke, David closed his eyes and thought about what he had just experienced. In his mind, he saw big-cocked thoroughbred bulls fucking white girls and sissy whitebois.

He began to drool, without noticing it.

"My suggestion is this: Maybe I can invite over a few of my fellow Mistress friends and their big black strap-ons? Wouldn't that be nice?"

David got back to reality. He didn't want to be exposed to anyone else. This was already far too much.

"No!"

"Are you sure, sissy?"

"Yes, I don't want to."

"Do you really mean that, pathetic sissy slut?"

"Yes. No, no, no, no, no."

Sandra was cool as the autumn wind.

"By my calculations, your chastity period is over a year now. 384 days, to be exact."

David fended off a tear. This was never stopping. How could he escape? He needed to be smarter.

"Okay, Mistress. Sissy will do it. What is the reward for me?"

She finished a text message and sent it before looking up and answering him.

"Besides getting more orgasms, you mean? Isn't that what you crave most? Answer me truthfully, sissy."

"I want orgasms, Mistress. But I want this to end as well."

"I understand, sissy. If you obey me and my friends' orders, I am sure you will reach a point where I can unlock you."

David saw hope and a future in front of him.

He sat on the bed as Sandra got up and changed in front of him. There was no response downstairs as she stood naked in front of him. But as she changed into her new outfit, he started to twitch.

Finally changed, Sandra had the classic look of a dominant Mistress. An Ebony Goddess in her black latex catsuit, with thigh-high boots and latex gloves. Her huge boobs seemed to want to burst out, but the latex kept it covered and hidden from David's eyes.

"I'll be back soon, sissy. You can tidy this place while I get my friends."

David obeyed and put the fucking machine back in the closet. He tidied up the make-up and the clothes Sandra had worn earlier, as well as the pantyhose she used to bind him when she first discovered the intruder.

He got back up and stood ready to greet the group as he heard the ominous sound of several pairs of high heels clicking and clacking down the hallway.

The door burst open, and four tall, big-breasted, dominant ebony mistresses entered the room. They had gigantic large strap-ons in a deep brown shade attached to harnesses around their waists.

They were all wearing the same latex outfit.

They walked up to him and circled him, taking in the sights.

They poked him gently with their big dicks and murmured at the sight.

"What a nice piece of meat."

"Such a cute sissy whiteboi."

"She looks ready for us, don't you think?"

One of them lifted up his skirt and looked at his little dick in its cage.

"Ooh, what a cute little clitty you have there, sissy. No wonder it's locked up. I would have fainted if I saw the true "size" of it."

They went quiet as Sandra, obviously the leader of this femdom group, spoke:

"Down on your knees, sissy. Open your mouth and make your ass ready. Make your hands ready to grip the cocks, as well."

David did as he was told. Soon, he had a strap-on in each hand, one at the point of his pussy, and another at the tip of his mouth, resting on his lower lip.

"This is worth 100 days, sissy. Action!"

At once, his ass and mouth was filled. The ones in his hands started to move.

"Grip them, stroke them, suck it, take it," Sandra commanded with a higher voice.

David was attacked from all angles. The Mistresses were ferocious in their approach. He soon felt the arousal build up again. He gagged and jerked and felt his prostate get manhandled.

He couldn't resist and started to shake and drool as he hit the climax. His eyes rolled upwards and into his skull as he let out a large muffled moan.

They stopped their actions, but didn't retreat. They were still inside him and his hands as Sandra spoke again.

"You're a natural, sissy. As all whitebois are. They just don't know it before they have tried. We would like to film it. What do you think?"

He could only muffle a sound. Sandra didn't take no for an answer.

"Thank you, sissy. You are down to 100 days now."

They started again, at the same violent pace. It only took minutes before David hit climax again.

"Can we upload it?"

Sandra's question filled him with dread. To the internet? There would be no way back then.

"No, please, Mistress. I don't want to."

"You don't want anything, sissy. You obey. That's up to 200 days again," Sandra said.

Her voice was commanding and left no room for doubt.

David changed his mind. There was no way back anyways.

"Okay, then."

Sandra clapped her hands.

"You are going to like this, slut. It's up there now. Let's see if anyone is interested in you."

Her phone rang. She put it on speaker.

"Hi, Sandra. I saw the video. Is the white meat available to us?"

The dark voice hinted at an impressive physique and -- surely -- a big cock.

"Yes, Benny. Bring all your friends as well."

David was still trapped in the same position. The Mistresses didn't move an inch for what seemed like an eternity.

He heard footsteps and people entering the room.

Different voices spoke.

"Great job with the whiteboi, Sandra. Really impressive."

"He looks just like a girl, Sandra. Damn, whiteboi."

One by one, the strap-ons were substituted with real cocks. He felt the cold plastic be replaced with warmth and girth and veiny shafts.

They were ready and in position.

Sandra's voice cut through the air:

"DOMINATE!"

His senses exploded inside him as he was overwhelmed and overpowered by the sheer force, size and velocity of the big black cocks who attacked him from all angles.

It was a feeling he never had experienced. So powerful. So overwhelming.

And so satisfying.

He had been trained and transformed. He could take it all now. The pleasure built up quickly, but he didn't orgasm at once. He held the level high - and kept it there.

But the men had another level in them.

It broke him as they cummed inside his pussy, in his mouth and squirted all over his face -- at once.

They withdrew and Sandra smiled at him.

"Now be a good boy and clean up the mess you have made."

He licked his face clean first, swallowing the salty, warm and sticky substance. Then he wiped the cock in his mouth clean, before he turned around and spitroasted the last one completely clean.

He had been transformed. He enjoyed it. He was a sissy now. He devoured black cock.

"You have reached zero days left in chastity now, David. You have succumbed to the Black New World Order. You are a true sissy. But I do ask you: Do you want to be released?"

David thought about it. He could be free. And surely he would be able to get the video deleted from the internet. His secret would only be known to a dozen people.

"Yes, Mistress. I want to be free."

A huge burden fell off his shoulders.

Sandra responded. Very calmly, but deliberately:

"I don't think you understand this, David. You will never be free until I want it. And I don't want to release you."

She giggled and smiled at him.

David erupted in anger.

"You fucking useless piece of shit. You have been toying with me all the time. You fucking slut!"

He leapt up and stormed towards the door. It was locked. He banged on it for several minutes before he fell down into a heap of anger and tears in front of it.

No one spoke for several minutes.

His head was spinning. He couldn't escape. But did he want to escape? Really? Deep inside him?

He picked himself up. Sandra came towards him. She patted him on the cheek and stroked it gently.

His cock betrayed him again. The useless little thing always spoke the truth. He liked this.

"It doesn't look like it, sissy. I ask again: Do you want to be here with me, as my pathetic sissy slave?"

David gulped.

"Yes, Mistress."

His fate was sealed now. Even though he had erupted in anger only a couple of minutes ago, a calmness had entered his mind. He thought about the feeling of dressing up. Of being toyed with it. Of not needing to take any choices anymore, just doing stuff.

He thought about all the orgasms he would get.

"I thought about a name for you, sissy. What about Daniella?"

He tasted it in his mouth. He liked it.

"Daniella is satisfied, Mistress."

Sandra motioned for the others to leave the room. After they had gone, she pushed him onto the bed. She crawled on top of him.

"You are mine now, Daniella. You are mommy's little girl. You will be locked up forever. You will submit to your Mistress and the religion of the Big Black Cock."

From that day on, Daniella never looked back. A break-in had broken him, and his new life had started.

The end.