The First Confession

 

 Before my next session with Mistress Morganna, I had come to the shaky conclusion that I would express my thoughts about wanting to explore the path further into combining my training with more intensive crossdressing. The ability to combine two out of my three kink passions was exciting and a bit nerve wrecking, but in hindsight it shouldn't have been. From the first time I made the move to wear panties in front of Mistress Morganna, the secret was already out. She knew, given Her vast experience, that I was a submissive closet panty boy, and She knew immediately how to adapt Her training to chip away more of the maleness away to reveal the gurl inside. 

 

But what made me a slight bit nervous was that I had written a letter to Her, expressing my thoughts as to why I had loved the experiences with Women's clothing and how it made me feel in doing so. In a way I was barring my soul for the first time to a Woman about something that had germinated from my very early days. It was scary and exciting at the same time to finally tell someone about this, and I was thankful that I had someone who could understand and nurture that part of me to a much greater extent than I was capable at that time.

My new steps along my path of guidance under Mistress Morganna had connected deeply with a place I always knew needed an outlet, a way to express the Feminine Spirit within. Upon my next visit, I presented Mistress Morganna with an envelope via my slightly trembling hands. She smiled and took a few moments to read it while I prepared myself as per normal by completely disrobing and presented myself on all fours with my head down as I patiently waited for my training to begin.

 

Mistress Morganna didn't address my letter directly when She entered the room, but She certainly took great pleasure in my admission to Her as She began my newest lesson.

"So, you're not just a panty boy are you slave? You want to be completely made into a girl! That is wonderful. I can think of many things to do with you once I've made you my newest slut!"

Those words sent waves of pleasure and uncertainty through me as I wasn't sure exactly what She would have in store as my new lessons progressed, but I loved hearing how I was going to be transformed eventually. The word "slut" resonated loudly...

 

And so it began. I was fitted into panties, stockings, garters, and a beginner corset, while attached to the large hooks that hung from the ceiling. If I had any thoughts that my new lessons would forego the valuable discipline that Mistress Morganna had been instilling into me, those thoughts vanished as I was still required to count out my lashes, paddles, and spanks, however, at the conclusion of each of those lessons, Mistress Morganna would display a softer side, teasing me with Her instrument of discipline, running it all over the body of Her newest sissy slave. The teasing made the pain all worthwhile, an even caused a level of excitement which did not go unnoticed.

"Is My sissy bitch turned on right now? Well, I know how to properly take care of horny sluts!"

 

I smiled at the thought, knowing and hoping that my reward for proper submission would be to be placed on the business end of Mistress Morganna's strapon. I really began looking forward to the climatic conclusions to my training, being pounded from behind while on all fours as She would fuck me firmly with one of Her strapon cocks. 

There was still work to be done before my reward, however. I was subject to new CBT training all the while being referred to in Feminine names and soaking it all in. Mistress Morganna's voice would reveal the smile She would have in seeing me react positively to this new training. I began to realize that She took pride in stripping away the male side of me and replacing it with a new, improved Female side, which She could shape and influence.

 

I would absolutely not stand in Her way of doing such. The seeds of Devina were sown, and now they began to germinate under Her care. My life would never be the same again...