Learning to be a Good Gurl

 

 After my visit with Zena, and experiencing the feelings of envisioning myself as the transformed slave that Mistress Morganna was turning me into bit by bit, I sat down and thought about my training under Mistress Morganna and where it was leading me to. Whereas all the steps along the way at first were new, exciting, and without parallel in my life, I was now beginning to see what the effects of my training was having on my psyche.

I had already learned that I had the ability to decide what road my journey would travel on, even though I was not the one steering. My Mistress would always have control of that, but I began to wonder where the path would take me if I devoted my submission exploits purely to the devotion of all things Feminine, and how I could really meld the two worlds that had been flirting with each other, into one? 

Ultimately, I thought, the goal would be to blend all three of my alternative lifestyle passions together, but I didn't know how to bring the third one together with the first two. But I did come to a decision...

 

From this day forward, my life as a submissive would be as a gurl, and no longer did I wish to be a male sub in Mistress Morganna's presence. To cement my decision, I sat down a wrote a letter expressing my desire to be trained as a gurl/sissy sub, and the reasons why I wanted to travel exclusively down that path. When it came to my next training session, with slightly trembling hands I presented my letter to Mistress Morganna.

She instructed me as usual to disrobe and prepare myself for presentation to Her before the session began. I did so as She took a moment on another room to read my letter to Her. It seemed like a very long time.When She returned to the room, one could hear the sense of pride in Her voice as She gave me my initial instructions upon presentation.

"So my little buttslut wants to be trained as a gurl, does she?" Mistress Morganna purred as She leaned close, smiling devilishly. "Well, I don't think there will be any problems with that my little slut! I'll see to it that you become the gurl of your dreams!"

 

With those words, any sense of trepidation of my admission melted away and I knew I had made the right choice. It felt natural and right, and for the first time I felt the shackles of my male ego slip away and I began to feel a sense of bonding with my Mistress in a way I had never felt before.

The first order of business, as it would from here on out, was to undergo my transformation. Here I was putty in Her hands as She made me into whatever style of gurl She wished that day. I was still rough and far from polished but I eagerly gave myself to speaking softly, and trying to emulate all Feminine traits as best I could. My training was going to go to an all new level, this I understood, and I was an eager student, willing to learn.

 

Being transformed was a feeling of complete liberation, and the female spirit within could soar and express herself under the guiding hand of my Mistress. I found myself surrounded by Her collection of silky things, and She would take delight in dressing me in frilly lingerie, panties, stockings, wigs, makeup, and the works. It was so much fun to be fully gurlish while undergoing my training, as it became a labour of love suddenly. 

I no longer felt as a slave, but felt as if I was being initiated into a Sisterhood, and would have to pay my dues in order to one day be accepted by Women as someone who was devoted to their essence. My psyche had finally found a home and it was in frilly lace, satin's, and lipstick, and I was in love with the idea!

When Mistress Morganna took me over her bench and fucked my asspussy with Her glorious strapon, I felt like the wanton slut gurl I had always dreamed of, and She laughed as I pushed back hard on Her strapon cock as I fucked it like a greedy whore. As was the case, it took very little stimulation of my already throbbing gurl clit to bring me to a shuddering climax at the end of Mistress Morganna's cock. And I loved every second of it!