It was a slow and perfect progression from kneeling for the cock to bending for it.

Janice had known that this was the end point ever since she’d first contacted me about her deviant desires. Her fetish for women’s underwear and makeup had blossomed under my control to a full fledged obsession. She only felt complete and whole when she was dressed to the nines, fully embodying the femme fatale, the sexy siren, and the sissy slut.

Janice was making her debut, finally.

What she’d worked for so long, striven towards and ached for: to be a complete woman. After this night, she’d never again be able to claim her manhood. That thing between her legs would be a clit forevermore, her hole a pussy and her every sexual desire and urge sublimated into the feminine. Janice would take the place of Jack. Goodbye Jack, you weren’t really needed, you weren’t necessary, and you certainly weren’t very manly in the first place.

Hello Janice. Bend over, slut.

Her new place as my sissy slut would be assured. She’d passed every demand I’d made of her, aced every test and surpassed my expectations. This creature, waiting so confidently and self assured for her man was my greatest creation. As she knelt to worship his cock, she was grace personified. As her throat filled with his cock, she was sex in human form. And when she turned, presenting her empty hole and begging in her high sweet voice for him to please, please, please, fill it… My proudest moment.

He knelt behind her, hands on her hips.

When he teased her, as I instructed him to do, she mewled helplessly. The head of his cock, sliding over her pussy and teasing her g-spot caused her to arch her back and plead. It was music, poetry, a symphony of flesh and sex. It was her debut, her performance, her final pledge. Janice became a woman in that moment.