To Move Forward, One Must Leave Things Behind

 "I'm an arrogant male chauvinistic pig who needs Your control and guidance, and You are going to give it to me"

 

With those words, my training under Mistress Morganna would begin each time. Even though I was a novice crossdresser and a budding Tgirl cocksucker, my journey through the world of BDSM had be enter through the gates as a simple green horn beginner male sub. I didn't share any of my other "interests" with Mistress Morganna in part out of embarrassment and personal discretion, and the other part out of fear that information like that could be used to accelerate my sessions at a pace that I may not be able to deal with at this early stage. So I started at the ground floor, as Mistress Morganna would patiently strip away the useless male traits I had, and would reprogram me slowly, session by session as time went on to be a subservient, humble, respectful, slave to Her and to the Female Essence, of which I was already a disciple of.

 

One doesn't just snap their fingers and become a transformed Shemale cocksucking sissy gurl, if it could only be that easy! No, one takes baby steps along the path, not certain where the journey leads but with each step and signpost passed, gains confidence and a broader understanding of who they truly are. Mistress Morganna first had to break me down to my bare essentials, with no prejudices left to lean on, no long held masculine personality traits to colour my view, in essence I had to be reduced to a clump of clay, to be remoulded into something better. With each lash stroke and each grateful acceptance, with each torment, with each stinging pain felt, with every humiliation, every degradation, She reduced me to something workable. 

I soon began to dimly see where my own path was at the starting point. I wasn't a pain seeking masochist or a defiant typical male asshole. No I strived to always be as well behaved as I could, to accept the pain and punishment as best I could and to learn the discipline needed to make Mistress Morganna happy and pleased with me. It all went back to that moment many years earlier, feeling those pantyhose clad legs for the first time and receiving laughs and smiles from the Women above me. That's what I needed, that's what I craved to have within. So with each session I did my best to earn that reward as best I could. 

 

Mistress Morganna, armed with years of skill and experience, began to flush out of me the things that made me respond in a manner that was pleasing to Her. She began to see that I tolerated the corporal punishment She doled out, never complaining, but would stoically accept it as a part of my training. She would also recognize the enthusiasm I put into kissing Her boots, or when being exceptionally rewarded, the opportunity to kiss Her ass cheeks, which at times She made excruciatingly difficult to do while placed in some form of diabolical bondage. Her laughs watching me struggle to honor Her ass with a kiss made me try all that much harder and in those moments, She began to see the potential of Her new clump of clay emerge. She took sadistic pleasure in subjecting me to CBT procedures and clothespin torture. I continued my cock bell ringing techniques to Her delight and I always strived as best I could to never upset her and work hard to earn any reward She would deem appropriate. 

 

The day came when She deemed it proper that my training had progressed to the next level of my submissiveness, and that was to not simply be content with giving my exterior to Her as Her slave, but to now go deeper and that was to allow Her to take me as Hers. I was lashed to Her bondage bench with my legs split in the air, tied to the bench posts and blindfolded. I was left there for several moments to consider my fate and what awaited me. I didn't know what She had planned but I was beginning to get the picture that whatever it was, it was going to be new. 

When She returned, She sent shock waves through my body when I felt Her gloved hand lubricate my ass. Seeing my reaction She quietly reassured me, 

" Don't worry slave, we'll start you with something nice and small. I'll wait to fuck you with my 10" cock another time." 

Not exactly words of reassurance from an anal virgin, but I did as was commanded and that was to breathe deeply and relax as best I could. Mistress slowly explored my ass with her gloved fingers working on loosening up my natural clench reaction. After a few moments I felt her insert a plug into me which at the time felt enormous (remember this was my first time!). Leaving me to get used to the new sensation, She returned moments later and asked me if I was ok?

 "Yes Mistress, thank You" I replied.

"Good slut, now lets see how you enjoy it" and she surprised me by turning on the vibrator inside the plug. The sensations coursed through my lower body unlike anything I ever experienced before. She then straddled my head with Her silky thighs and I felt Her gloved hands torment my cock with strokes as She told me it was time to work on my orgasm control. 

 

"Oh dear gawd" I thought to myself, as I was still not able to resist more traditional methods of Her orgasm control training, now She had me on a whole other level. She increased the vibrating speed to hum away in my ass as She stroked my pathetic male cock seeing me get worked up. I was reminded that I needed to ask permission to cum, and when I thought I might be getting close, I asked. 

" Of course not slave!" She laughed!

I held on as long as I could, with each second increasing my natural reactions to an exponentially higher level. It was in the middle of asking permission again when my body gave out and I unleashed a massive orgasm in the air and all over my torso. My cock twitched involuntarily as the vibrating plug sent waves deep within me. 

 

Mistress Morganna laughed as She saw me ejaculate high into the air and all over myself on Her bench. 

"Oh slut, you made quite the mess! You must like having something in your ass, don't you? Well, we will have to make you earn that reward more often I see..."

I couldn't deny a word She said. It was intense beyond anything I ever experienced before. There were no feelings of guilt or shame with what She subjected me to. Sucking Shemale cock had taken care of all of those dilemmas long before. I knew that I had reached a milestone now and Devina who had yet to emerge had additional seeds sown deep within her. As a pathetic male chauvinist pig, however, I had given myself to Mistress Morganna in a way I had never first dreamed, and it was wonderful......