Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 08:27:18 -0800 (PST) From: mistress lascivious Subject: "SILVER" Copyright (c) 2005 by Suzee. All rights reserved. The use is expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the Author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the Author. Warning this story contains graphic sex between adults. This is entirely a work of fiction, all fantasy. If you are underage, or if it's illegal where you are, or if the subject matter offends you, go away "SILVER" Silver looked at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw in the reflection. After years of training it was finally paying off, this weekend was her first competition for women's body building. Her trainers, Bob and Lisa, had been really preparing her well for this. She hoped that she would at least catch the eye of some corporate sponsors. Competitive body building, not only took a lot of time, but money. It was virtually impossible to work a regular job and put in the hours needed to bring the maximum potential of your body up that level. Under no illusions, she knew she would not be in the finals, or even close, but sponsors were always looking for the up and coming, and simply being there would enhance her chances of landing one. Ready to get out of her current money earning situation, she had put every bit of extra time and energy into this particular event. Tired of her "consulting" business which was really profitable, and the need to go legit compelled her to push that much harder. She glanced at her watch, frowning, the appointment for her "consulting" business was late, when the door bell rang. Probably another overweight, out of shape middle aged man or older, she thought. Her strength was her selling point, these particular men had a fetish or fantasy of being wrestled into submission by women. She refused to have sex with them, and most only wanted to be roughed up a bit, and call out their acceptance of defeat and then they were ready to leave, with their hardons begging for attention. Forty five minutes later she looked at the stack of bills left by her client. It was always cash only. A sweating overweight man had handed over a large sum of cash, and all she had to do was take him down and force him to admit defeat. This particular one was very easy. She had to restrain herself or he could have seriously been hurt. Not that she didn't want to hurt him, she did. She disliked men intensely, at least for sexual purposes. For other things she accepted them, and actually did like a few. But sexually, the only thing they had going for them was a cock. You see, she loved getting fucked by a real cock, a big cock. A thick long throbbing pecker, she just didn't like the body that was attached to it. She preferred the sexy curves of a beautiful woman. But strapons and dildos did not satisfy her. She tried dating a few shemales, but most of them couldn't get it up or were too small to actually satisfy her. She needed a real massive cock. There was a plan formulating in her mind, but she wasn't quite ready to begin, plus she needed to find the perfect candidate. He had to be shorter than her five foot ten inch frame, a pretty face, and a huge thick cock. The next morning while she was working out, there came up next to her a short, blue eyed, blonde hair man. He looked to be around five foot five or six and 230lbs or so she judged. He was very muscular, with a handsome, almost pretty face. She didn't pay much attention to him at first, but when he started hitting on her, she gave him the cold shoulder. This seemed to be a challenge to him, so he redoubled his efforts. Irritated with him she started to walk away, when she noted that he had an extremely large bulge in his crotch. She paused looking him up and down appraising his appearance. At first he thought she found him exciting and grinned at his apparent success, when he realized she was judging him like a piece of property. There was a coldness about her that frightened him, yet he couldn't walk away his macho image would be tarnished if he did. His face was quite pretty, she thought, especially his eyes, deep blue with long thick lashes. Even his eyebrows where naturally shaped right. Deciding that he was worth investigating further, she gave him a challenging look in his eyes. "I don't think you can handle a real woman like me boy!" she laid down the gauntlet, taunting him. "Maybe you need to find a real man, since you try too hard to be one." She laughed derisively at his expression. He puffed his muscular chest out and stood as tall as his short frame would allow and looked up into her eyes. "I'm no faggot." He spit out. "I only like women." "I can handle anything you throw my direction." He boasted. He took the bait, she smiled at him triumphantly. A cold shiver when through him, he realized that she had him right where she wanted him, but his ego would not let him back out now, everyone had stopped what they were doing to observe the exchange between them. If he backed down now, he would always be known as the sissy who backed down from a woman. "Fine, meet me tonight here at 6pm, and don't be late. Be prepared to spend the night." It was amazing how quickly she took control away from him. "Oh, I'll be here, don't want to disappoint the little woman now do I?" he jeered, grabbing his crotch and winking, trying to show everyone he was a real man. She just smiled sweetly at him then turned and walked away. Dinner was not a production to say the least. She picked him up at the door, and drove directly to her apartment. She had made no attempt at cleaning the place or preparing a gourmet meal. It consisted of tofu, steamed vegetables, and water. She did prepare a special shake of vitamins, mineral, protein etc. for both of them. What food had been eaten was delivered from the corner deli that knew what she wanted. In fact they had developed a special menu just for her, and now other health conscious customers used it. The conversation at dinner mainly consisted of workout routines, diets, particular trainers they liked or disliked, nothing personal at all was discussed. So when she started to strip in front of him, it caught him off guard. Unsettled by her, he merely sat and watched. "So, you think you want to fuck me huh?" she gave him a piercing look as she asked him. Squirming under her unrelenting gaze he nodded. "I warn you, I am kinky and I will be in control, and if you don't do as I say, I'm kicking your ass out the door, naked" she challenged him as she started rubbing one of her nipples. "Are you up for it boy?" "Of course I am, what do you think I am a wimp?" "Well that's to be seen later, strip. Now!" He stood and quickly complied. She eyed him like a prize bull at a sale. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other as his cock rose, he was getting very concerned that he had not made a wise choice, but there was no backing out now, if anyone found out that he had backed down from a challenge, especially from a woman, they would never let him forget it. "Boy, you never gave me your name, what is it?" "umm, Brett." "The correct response is `My name is Brett Ma'am', got it?" "Yes Ma'am, my name is Brett Ma'am" he grudgingly gave in to her demands. She walked over and began to inspect his body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, she even made him bend over and spread his cheeks for her. Hating every minute of it, he passively resisted, but would comply every time. His cock by that time was rock hard and dripping. He was confused, as much as he hated this, it was obvious it aroused him also. When she inspected his cock that was the only time she seemed to really be pleased with him. It was a full 12 inches, and beer can thick. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at his bull balls though, it was his cock that she was fascinated by. And that was ok with him, at least he had something about him she liked, he thought. Little did he know what was in her mind. Sex with her that night was wilder than anything he had ever imagined. She dressed him up in lingerie, spanked him, tied him, tortured him, used a big butt plug and dildo on him, yet kept him fully aroused the entire time and when she rode his cock it was the most fantastic fuck he had ever experienced. She sat on top, and every time she bounced on it, the butt plug inside battered his prostate. It was as if she could not get enough of it. His cock actually was sore from all the fucking. Finally exhausted, he begged her to stop, he had cum more times in one night than he could ever remember and his balls actually hurt. When she dismissed him though, it was as if she couldn't stand to have him around. Two days later a package arrived in his mail, opening it a CD fell out. He quickly put it in his computer and noticed it was full of images. Each one was more humiliating than the other. It was from his night with Silver. Various positions of him wearing women's lingerie, being bound spanked, teased and tortured, fucked in the ass and in every one his cock was rock hard, and his face showed nothing but pure lust and pleasure. In the envelope was a short note. "Thought you might enjoy these mementos from our session. Be at the front of the gym tonight at 6pm, and don't be late, same plan as last time." "Oh god" he thought, "how can I get out of this? This will ruin my reputation if it gets out", yet his cock throbbed and sprang to full attention. None the less, he was on time waiting for her as ordered. As much as he hated this, he couldn't refuse, and his cock told him he had to be her toy. All day it had been so hard it ached. It was almost a complete repeat of the first time that night, however she did make him a special shake for "stamina" as she put it. And whatever was in it, he did last a lot longer and had much more control over his orgasms than before. As he left this time she instructed him to not cut his hair, let it grow out. He agreed, simply because he was afraid of what she might tell or show the people he knew. And informed him they had a standing appointment every week at the same time. Silver was really disappointed in the competition, not only did she not get noticed by a possible sponsor, she seemed to have lost her edge with her training. So now she knew she would have to increase the number of her "consulting" clients as much as she wanted to get out, it was necessary to pay the bills. As the weeks progressed, the change in Brett was gradual, he lost his arrogance, became much more pliable with Silver and was quiet at the gym. People noticed but didn't say anything, none of them suspected that Silver was seeing him weekly. His hair grew long, and was a beautiful blonde, his facial features softened and he began to lose muscle tone, even though he worked out as much and as hard as before. Finally one day, Silver met him at the door and informed him she was putting him on a new workout routine, at a different facility. He obediently complied, this was so out of character for him, yet he didn't even realize the change. She took him to health club a few blocks from where she lived. She turned him over to an instructor, and told Brett to follow his instructions completely. His new workout regimen was swimming only, no more weight training. At first he was upset, but then he calmed down and accepted it. After all it was what Silver wanted that mattered. How could he refuse her now, after all the damaging evidence she had on him? One day she handed him a large bottle of expensive women's lotion, one of her clients had given it to her as a special gift. She hated the scent on her, but it was perfect for him she thought. She had also purchased a large supply of hair removal lotion and a loufa sponge. He had kept himself smooth when he was weight training, but now had neglected it. "Use this two times a day on your hands, and feet, those ugly calluses need to go away, and then lotion your entire body." He opened the top and inhaled the scent. "Don't you think it's a little girlish for me?" he asked. "Not at all, it suits you just fine, oh, and use the hair removal products, I want you keeping your body smooth from the neck down. Completely, got it?" "Yes Ma'am" he meekly answered. Shame filled him, but he was too deep involved now to get out. And wasn't sure he actually wanted to. Unbeknownst to him, she had also changed his diet, he was getting a lot less protein, more complex carbs, and she had changed his supplement formula. The muscle definition slowly disappeared, he was becoming smooth, leaner, and even a bit more soft in his appearance. Now when people saw him they couldn't be sure at first if he was a man or woman, he had become that androgynous. She had him move his stuff into her apartment, and cancelled his lease, phone, utilities etc., and left no forwarding address, he just disappeared from those who knew him. He was dismayed when she forced him to quit his job, and transfer all his bank accounts over to her, but when she explained to him that he didn't need to worry about money or working anymore, he felt better. She began leaving him notes to clean up the apartment, what time to have dinner ready, etc. Without him realizing what was happening, she had turned him into a domesticated person. One day she came home with a package, opening it she pulled out a French maid's uniform. "Come over here" she ordered and he quickly moved to her side. "Here, try this on." for the first time in several weeks, he stared back at her, defiantly. "No, I am not a girl or a faggot, I don't wear women's clothes" he tried to sound intimidating, but even his voice had become softer, almost feminine. Her eyes blazed with anger, and she slapped him quickly on each cheek hard. The sound echoed through the apartment. His cheeks had a bright red palm print on them, and his face flushed with embarrassment. "Put them on bitch, or I will beat the shit out of you, and don't think I can't, you know I'm stronger and better than you. You stupid ignorant bitch!" shame filled him, yet he knew she was right. So he slowly stripped off his shorts and t shirt, and put the uniform on. She handed him a pair of nylons, and matching pumps, with only a three inch heel. He seemed to shrink in front of her towering figure, but took them quietly from her hands and put them on. Standing back she admired her handiwork, he looked beautiful in that outfit. All he needed now was real breasts, she thought. "Get a large trash bag and follow me" she ordered. Opening the small closet that she had allowed him to use, she flung every article of his clothing into the bag, and then walked over to the dresser and emptied all the boxers, men's socks. She then marched into the bathroom and removed all the men's hygiene products, cologne, etc. "Take all of that to the dumpster." "But what will I wear Ma'am?" he asked cringing, because he already knew the answer and knew he would wear whatever she decided was appropriate for him. "Don't think about that, I have a large delivery this afternoon, don't open it until I return" "Yes Ma'am" he meekly responded. When she walked in the front door the he was standing by the large packages, dressed in the pretty uniform, looking very sexy she thought. She walked over and caressed his soft cheek, kissed him. "Let's see what we have for you now." As each box was opened, he realized that life as he had known it was over. Filled with dread and humiliation at the prospect, he helped her inspect every package. They were filled with pretty feminine clothes, from lace and silk lingerie, to short skirts, and skimpy blouses, and everything in between, like silk stockings, and all sorts of women's shoes. The one that bothered him the most was filled with perfumes, lotions, makeup and hair products. Once a week they continued to have their marathon sexual sessions, but when he started having problems getting and keeping an erection, she brought home a penis pump and had him using it twice daily for 45 minutes. Not only did it help him with his erection, it also increased the length and girth of his cock. But then the erections started to wither. So then she brought home a vial, with a clear substance that she would inject directly into his cock before sex. It made his cock rock hard and it would stay hard for a long time. His orgasms became less and less frequent, and less intense with less cum, until he couldn't remember the last time he had one. Sex with her had become all about her pleasure, his wasn't necessary for her enjoyment. He now kept his longer hair in a pony tail or pinned up under the cap on his maid's uniform, he now had several different colors, that he wore on different days. After dinner he was expected to change into a sexy lingerie outfit for her. His daily trips to the gym were a real nightmare for him. Silver always picked out a very skimpy revealing outfit for him before she left. Men would ogle and whistle as he walked by, and at the gym they insisted he change in a private locker. One morning when he woke up, she was already out of bed, and waiting for him. That was extremely unusual, he was always expected to rise before her and have her a healthy breakfast ready before he would gently waken her. She kissed him tenderly on his cheek, he had noticed that she was now more loving than when they first met, something he was very grateful for. "I have made appointments for you today, get dressed quickly. You have to skip breakfast this morning." Puzzled he complied, it no longer occurred to him to resist her demands. The first appointment was for his hair removal, she had them laser off all his body hair, including his face. This would take a few treatments she said, but he would no longer need to shave. It would be much easier for him. He agreed, that made absolute perfect sense to him. The second appointment was at the plastic surgeon. She told him that she wanted him to get some collagen injected into his lips, to make them fuller and sexier. He looked in the mirror and decided he wanted it too. She was right again as usual, he thought. "I'm also going to have the doctor perform a few other procedures. So they will give you something to make you sleep. But it will be worth it when it's over. You will like what you see." "Yes Ma'am, I'm sure I will." This was definitely a different person compared to what he had been several months ago she thought as he meekly accepted it all without question. Her special shake had done wonders for his attitude. When he awoke from his surgery, she was at his side, the loving caring and compassionate person he now knew her to be. Even the pain from the surgery was bearable, because now he was sure she loved him. The next few weeks, they were both amazed at his progress. He healed quickly. The breast implants were a perfect 34c, with perky nipples. It never occurred to him to question why she had it done to him without telling him all about it first, she was right, he did look better with breasts. His thick fuller lips did look very sexy. Now that all his laser treatments were done, his skin was silky smooth. "Baby" she cooed one morning to him. "It's time to change your name, you don't look like a Brett anymore. I will name you Briana, Bri, for short." She sat next to him, lovingly kissing and stroking those beautiful breasts. The doctor had done an amazing job, his nipples were still sensitive, and he groaned with pleasure. "Briana" he thought. "I am a shemale now. How did I let that happen?" He knew in his previous life that would have been a ridiculous idea, but now, it seemed perfect to him. Silver now had Bri answering the phone and making all of her "consulting" appointments. She had him/her be with her a few times to observe and learn about her private work. Bri was so proud of Silver. Silver was so pretty, strong and knew exactly what to do all of the time. Bri sighed with happiness, life had never been so complete. "Bri, honey, your procedures have cost a lot of money, you are going to have to help me more with this business to repay me for all of it, and to help with all the expenses." Silver said one morning. "I have scheduled a special appointment for you this afternoon. I will be with you, so let's go pick out a sexy outfit for you." Bri wondered where she had found a woman client, all of her's were men. "I think this pretty pink lace and satin bra and panties are perfect. And here are your red spikes, and this see through pink negligee will be perfect, he will love how you look in this." Blushing at this, Bri nodded, then realized Silver had said "he". Terror filled Bri's mind. Men were not something that had ever crossed her/his mind. She/he was only attracted to women. "No, Ma'am, I can't do that, I don't have sex with men." She/he trembled as the words came out. Silver turned and glared. "You will, and you will make sure he is very happy when he leaves." She tersely responded. "No, Ma'am, I can't do it. I'm not queer Ma'am, I only like women." This brazen rebellion infuriated Silver. She grabbed Bri by the hair on her/his head. Forcing her/him over on the bed, face down, she grabbed a leather belt that was hanging, by the bed. Never used, Bri had always wondered why Silver kept a thick heavy man's leather belt. Now she/he knew. Silver proceeded to spank Bri, her strength made the lashes extremely harsh. Pain radiated from Bri's ass all they up and down her/his body. Sobbing Bri kept begging over and over. "Please Ma'am, I can't. Please don't force me to do this." The cruel spanking continued until Bri was sobbing incoherently and the bright red welts were hot and swollen. "After all I have done for you how dare you resist me?" Silver demanded angrily. "Now, if you continue to resist, I will get the wooden paddle and you will not be able to sit down for a week. What do you have to say now stupid bitch?" Bri continued to lay there sobbing, her/his mind was unable to think clearly. The pain from the brutal spanking was almost unbearable. "You stupid sissy bitch, you are in for it now. Roll over on your back!!!" Bri quickly complied, whimpering as she/he rolled over on the now belt burnt backside. A groan escaped from her/his lips, even though she/he was trying to keep quiet and not anger Silver any more than she already was. Silver pulled up the night gown that Bri was still wearing, and pulled down the matching panties. She then grabbed the long thick soft cock and taped it up against Bri's stomach, and pulled her/his balls over the top of the panties. Using the belt once more she began to spank the exposed balls, using almost the same force that she had exerted on Bri's ass. A wail rose from Bri's lips and she/he attempted to draw up in a fetal position. Silver simply sat on her/him and continued beating the now red and swelling balls. Now hoarse from the crying, involuntary screaming, Bri finally gave in. "Yes Ma'am I will do whatever you wish. Please don't hurt me anymore" Bri was barely able to speak the words. The sobs continued to rack her/his body as Silver got off and stood by the bed. "Now get your skanky ass up, and clean up. I want you to look sexy and pretty, so quit your damn crying." She coldly ordered. Bri realized that this was the Silver she/he had first met. Bri realized that in order to keep Silver happy, and to have her love, she/he needed to obey without question. Sobbing she/he nodded and got up, quickly moving to the rest room and make herself/himself presentable. The two hour session with the client was torture to Bri. The effects of the mornings discipline left painful reminders over her/his body. She/he did her/his absolute best to please the client. He was a very tall, handsome man. Surprised, Bri realized she/he thought of him as sexy. He had a very large thick cock, not as large as Bri's but still huge. And he fucked her/his mouth forcing it down her/his throat until it was sore. Then he proceeded to fuck her/his ass until it was sore also. But Bri valiantly took it all, begging for more, saying how big it was, and how good it felt. How much of a real man that he was. And begged for his cum. The absolute humiliation of it all was the worst part though. The client used all sorts of derogatory comments, and made sure to get her/him to admit that she/he was a cock whore, bitch etc. The tears flowing, Bri was the perfect whore for him. And when shot his third load all over her/his face Bri was completely mortified, but smiled all the same, and thanked him for his cum. Finished with her/him he turned to Silver and began talking to her ignoring Bri completely. As she/he moved to go clean up, Silver glared. So she/he sat down and quietly waited for Silver's commands. Bri cringed when she/he overheard them talking. "Next week same time?" the client asked "Of course, I hope you were pleased with the bitch." "Oh I was, what if I want to bring along a friend to join in? He enjoys using and degrading bitches too." Bri was sobbing quietly, hoping that Silver would not agree. "Sure, bring him along, but it is 50% more for the two of you together." Bri couldn't listen anymore. It was too embarrassing and painful to realize that Silver was now her/his pimp. The next few weeks were a blur to Bri. First the appointments grew until there were at least two a day. Sometimes there were 5 or 6 clients all at the same time. Silver made sure that they were all satisfied, even if it meant giving her a beating before they arrived, just to ensure full compliance. Not one of the clients wanted Bri to have a hard cock, so Silver never gave her/him the shot for those sessions. The big thick soft cock would swing around as they pounded her/his ass. Some even took pleasure in slapping it around. And when they did Silver would laugh. Although now she watched behind a two way mirror, and didn't stay in the same room. Bri was happy when they moved to a new home until she/he realized that Silver would no longer sleep in the same bed. They still had their marathon sex sessions. Although the only pleasure that Bri got from it was having her/his cock inside Silver. Orgasms were a thing of the past, unable to achieve them anymore, and Silver didn't care if Bri had one or not. It was all about the big cock satisfying her. One afternoon Bri got ready for an appointment for a new client. Silver watched, and finally spoke. "No clothing is needed for this client, so just stay naked until he arrives." She demanded. She was so cold and cruel now, so Bri tried that much harder to please her. Avoiding punishment became her/his goal. The man was an average looking guy, and he didn't hurt or abuse Bri like most did. A nice long blow job, and an easy fuck, then he was done. After he was finished, Silver sat and chatted with him while Bri sat quietly on the bed. "Well, are you ready to finish your session?" Silver asked him. "Yes, I'll go get my bag while you restrain the bitch." He smiled. Silver ordered Bri to lie on the bed spread eagled, face up. She then attached metal cuffs to each wrist and ankle, and then fastened them to the bed frame with chains. Bri was afraid, but complied without resistance, after all this time Silvers authority was not to be questioned. Terror coursed through Bri when a ball gag was fastened tightly. This was something bad, she/he knew it was going to be worse than anything that had happened so far. "I guess were ready, when the doctor gets back in, he will work quickly so it won't cause you too much pain" The doctor bustled back in, carrying a large bag, and box. He opened the box and pulled out several packages of sterile supplies, he draped and covered Bri's genital region, leaving the cock and balls exposed. He then taped the soft cock to her/his stomach, and then slid a pad under her/his buttocks. Now the only area exposed was the balls, which when Silver had first met Bri, they had been big, full and hung low. Now they were smaller and drawn up. Working quickly, the doctor scrubbed the area with an antiseptic. Without using anything to numb the area, he quickly slit the sac, and clamped the tubes that connected the testicles to Bri's body. Then he severed them just below the clamps. Silver stood by his side, gloved, and helped keep the blood cleaned up. The excess skin from the sac was trimmed away, and then the tubes were sealed shut with a searing tool. The clamps removed, and what was left of the sac was stitched. Once healed it would be totally smooth with a small scar. An antibiotic ointment was applied and the area was bandaged. Once everything was cleared away, the doctor discussed with Silver the aftercare needed. He told her when and how to change the dressings, what to look for if infection started, he also left some antibiotics as a prophylactic measure against possible infection and some pain medication. "There, now that wasn't so bad was it Bri? I told you he would work fast" Silver cooed as she wiped the sweat from her/his forehead. Tears streaming out of the corner of Bri's eyes were not only from pain, but from the total humiliation of the loss of her/his testicles. All that remained to remind her/him of the previous life as a complete man was the cock. And now, it really wasn't needed, except for Silver's benefit. Six months later, Bri still recalled the mind numbing pain, when her/his balls had been removed. Often Silver would require her/him to show of the very pretty curvy body that now was Bri. It was obvious that Silver was very happy with her protégé. The beatings had ceased, and Bri was a perfect submissive compliant lover. They often went out together now. Silver always introduced Bri as her partner, so people assumed they were lesbians. Even Briana's friends from the former life as Brett, didn't know it was the same person. Brett had completely disappeared. During the foreplay, Silver loved to rub the smooth area where there had once been large bull balls. Although there was never an orgasm for Bri, she/he did find pleasure in their lovemaking. It was satisfying to feel the warmth of Silver's body, and see her filled with orgasmic pleasure. And afterward, they cuddled, which was totally new, Silver had always wanted rid of her/him before. One morning, as Bri served Silver her breakfast, she motioned for her/him to sit down at the table. "I'm having a guest for dinner tonight. Make one of your special meals, you know the ones I like, healthy. I already have the shakes prepared, but be sure you serve him the one labeled "guest". Tonight you will simply be my housekeeper as far as he is concerned, so once dinner is finished and the dishes are cleared away, I'll excuse you, and you go stay in your room until tomorrow morning" Silver smiled gently as she gave the orders. "Of course Ma'am, will I stay dressed in the maid's uniform or change as usual?" Bri asked. "Wear the uniform, and when you go to bed wear your usual night gown" "Ok, Ma'am" Bri meekly responded. That evening when Bri answered the door, she/he gasped. There stood the most beautiful man she/he had ever seen. He was shorter than her/him probably about 5' 3" or 5' 4", had shiny sleek coal black hair and very long lashes accented his violet eyes. His skin was white and as smooth as porcelain. When he smiled, his face lit up, showing off perfect Hollywood white teeth. His body was very fit, obviously someone who took his workouts seriously, but not overly muscular. During dinner Bri watched as Silver and her guest, Hoyt, laughed and flirted shamelessly. Silver completely ignored her/him except to give orders, however Hoyt was very nice. He even flirted while Silver wasn't looking. Bri found that she/he was every attracted to Hoyt, and jealous of him at the same time. Silver should not be that friendly with him. A few hours later, Bri quietly moved into the hallway. Moving silently toward Silver's bedroom, she/he heard sounds that grew louder as she approached. The door was shut, and locked, but now Bri knew how to open it with one of her/his hairpins. Slowly methodically, Bri opened the door, the room was dark except for the light coming from the candles by the bedside. Knowing that she/he would not be seen, she slipped smoothly into the bedroom. There was Silver and Hoyt in bed, Silver was riding his cock, while he lay on his back. Several toys were scattered about the room. It was a replay of that first night when she/he first had sex with Silver. In the dim light, Bri could see the massive organ that Silver was riding. It was much thicker than her/his, and even appeared a little longer. Tears streaming down her/his cheeks, Bri dejectedly slipped out, shut the door and went to bed. The rest of the night was spent crying into her/his pillow. Over the next several weeks Bri watched as Hoyt came once a week to have dinner and then spent the night with Silver. His appearance slowly changed. Bri knew what was in store for him. After all, she/he had been through it. Angry at Hoyt for taking her Silver from her, she was happy to see him losing his masculinity. He deserved it, Bri thought. Silver only occasionally spent the night with Bri now, although the sex was still extremely active, and lasted a long time, there was a reserve to her demeanor now, and she didn't allow Bri to spend the entire night cuddled after sex. Gone were the kisses and soft caresses, it was all about physical pleasure now. Then Hoyt moved in. Bri's world came crashing down. A week later, Silver informed Bri that she was to have a special luncheon prepared two important guests were coming. Hoyt was gone, sent to work out with a new trainer and would be gone most of the day, she/he had heard Silver on the phone making the arrangements for him. The luncheon went smoothly, although Bri did not like the two men. They were loud and obnoxious. She/he could see that Silver was really restraining herself to be polite. The one man repeatedly slapped Bri on the ass and pinched it very hard. She/he was sure it was bruised, but kept quiet for Silver. "Your bitch here is a sexy pretty slut Silver." The one man with extremely cold eyes said as he pushed back from the table. "That she is." Murmured Silver. "Would you like to see more?" "You bet I would, have the slut strip for me." He said, his voice sent terror through Bri. Nodding her agreement, Silver turned and looked at Bri, her eyes sent a very clear message. "Strip for the men Bri." She commanded. Blushing with shame and embarrassment she/he complied, opening her uniform and slowly dropping it to the floor. She/he then unfastened her/his bra, and the perky beautiful breasts came into view. "Wow, very nice" the one man said, as the other gave a wolf whistle. "Now turn around and show these men your ass" the tone of Silver's voice sharp and distant. Bri could see Silver's distaste for these two men. Turning around she slowly slid her/panties down, exposing the smooth full round cheeks. And gave a slight wiggled as she/he stepped out of them. "Oh my god, what a hot fuckable ass on that bitch." Said the same guy who had pinched and slapped it earlier. "Now, turn around" Silver continued to order. Bri complied, face hot from the blushing. Her/his thick soft cock flopped when she/he did so. "What the fuck...." They were shocked. "It's a man" "Only partially boys. Lift up your cock Bri." Silver smiled bemused by their shocked expressions. "See boys, no balls, just a cock. it doesn't get hard, unless you inject it with some trimix. Bri never orgasms or has a need to. It's all about seeing the other person satisfied." "Well, what do you think boys?" "I'll admit I was shocked, but other than a cock, the bitch is beautiful." The one guy said. "I'd like to fuck the cunt" the other one agreed "Very hot and beautiful." Silver got up and opened up a locked cabinet, took out some handcuffs, a gag, and some leg irons. "On the floor" she commanded Bri. Obeying without hesitation, she/he stretched out face down. Silver cuffed the arms behind the back and the ankles together. The gag was in place quickly, then Silver left. Turning her/his head to see, Bri saw them all sitting at the table. "Well Boys, do we have a deal?" Silver asked. "Well, we are interested but your price is really steep, will you take twenty five thousand?" the man with the cold eyes asked. "Now, that is almost like giving it away. It costs more than that to make all the changes that produce a pretty thing like Briana." Silver haggled. OMG thought Bri, she is selling me. I thought I'd paid for all the costs and made her a huge profit with all those clients. Quaking inside, Bri hoped that the deal would fall through or that this was all just a bad joke. "The absolute best I can do is fifty thousand, and you know Bri is worth every bit of the original seventy five thousand price." Silver countered. "Mind if my business partner and I discuss this in private Silver?" "Sure, I'll be in the other room, just let me know when you are ready" Bri heard the chair scrape and her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she left the room,Bri over heard them discussing the deal. "She is worth every penny. We could triple that if we sell her to the sex slave market next week" Tears falling Bri heard her/his future discussed. The considered her/him a woman, she/he wanted to scream at them, that she/he was really a man, that had changed simply to please her/his lover. "Yea, but if we kept her ourselves we could make three times that in one year, and possibly more. Then we could sell her for our original investment." "Yes, let's do it." The realization that this was for real sank in Bri's brain as the two men and Silver exchanged a briefcase full of cash. The larger one easily picked her/him up and over his shoulder. "Boys, I'll have another one, much prettier and sexier ready in around nine to ten months from now. Give me a call if you are interested." Silver smiled happily as they shook hands. "I'll open the garage door, and you can load Bri in the back of your van without anyone seeing" Silver said. From over his shoulder Bri looked at Silver, tears streaming. This had been her plan all along, Silver never loved her/him. The coldness in Silver's eyes gave no indication that Bri was ever anything but a commodity. Desperation consumed Bri, as her/his eyes begged Silver to not do this as the van doors closed. THE END.