Female Perfume

Like always, the day starts out with just another sleepy yawn, roll in the bed and pressing the snooze button hard, hoping to sleep again. The smell of panties, fresh from the previous night stroll of shopping. I cant seem to stop, the constant search I mean. One day,.... one day I will have the best pair of panties.
Where all this started is hard to tell, or at least recall. I have only vague memories of being the happiest guy in the whole school. I would try, constantly, but the memories fade more and more and I just come up with more ideas of searching the best malls for more panties.
The most that I do recall only comes from what my journal has in it. My mistress hasnt found it and rewritten it to fit my female ego. Slowly her mind connects with mine and I do everything in my power to feminize myself. The best part is that I like it. First the male thoughts became harder to think about. I look at my journal and cant believe its been two years since high school. It used to be jam packed with stats, questions, and basically any dumb idea I could think of. Now, my mission is crystal clear. My goal in life, you could say. Female slut barbie.
My first day I met her, I swear I grew a hard on out of no where. For some reason I had to talk to her. I didnt notice her amazing breast, her amazing figure or even her tight reveling clothing. It almost seemed like every guy was drawn to her. All I noticed was the perfume. The smell drove me nuts! I would do anything to get that feeling. I do... only now I have to work for it. More about that later.
Out of all the guys she deceided to talk to, she choose me! Me! For what reason is out my range of thinking. At first we just flirted, but its hard to think with a dick protruding out my pants. When she noticed how long and hard I was she giggled and said lets go to her place. Just like that! Was I in for the ride of my life!
We drank some wine, listened to some smooth jazz in the background, and finally after what seemed like ages she took her clothes off. As I looked at her pussy, I noticed she was already wet and I was amazed since all my girlfriends made me work to get her wet! Before I knew it, I was waking up the next day in her bed after all the sex I could take. Bound! "Listen up, sissy!" My eyes hurt from the sunlight shing through the window. Oddly, my first thought was wow I had amazing sex last night. The perfume must have done its trick. Sissy? "My name is Carl. Umm...could you untie...?" All she did was smile and slip into some tight running shorts and shirt. "When I get back, I'll think about untieing you, only if you beg and whimper like a dog."
All I saw was two perfect legs walk out the door. Then I heard the front door slam and lock from the outside.
Wow, what a mess I was in. Trapped. No where to go. My mind racing, who was she? Where am I? The time it took for her to get back, allowed me to gather my thoughts. Screaming didnt work, no one answered or heard me. My body ached all over from the binds and that perfume kept knocking me out into some sort of trance.
When she returned she wasnt alone. In came two people, one beautiful, attractive woman who looked like she did an amazing workout trying to catch her breath. Another was a short man who stood even with her, also dressed like a runner. "So this is your new sissy? I remember training sissies. Man why'd I ever leave?"
"I think it was you had too many and you only wanted the most devoted. At least thats why you said you wouldn't keep seeing me as much."
"Ah, now its all coming back. You know you look just like him, before I met you. Is that why you choose him,... because he's not good looking."
"Wait til you see his dick." With that invitation, the short man started taking the binds off my legs to get my shorts off. I heard him whisper, "Has the perfume worn off yet?"
"I stuffed some in his nostrils while he slept."
He said,"Good," as he took off my underwear and started to suck on my limp cock. I started to noticed his lips slide up and down my shaft. It reminded of last night with my mistress. I thought it was her and moaned with excitment and almost cam after just a couple of seconds.
"Dont make him cum already, I want to do some training." An angelic familar voice echoed through my head. But the sucking didnt stop. Who? I opened my eyes and a old, short man was making my wildest fantasy come to life!"Oih! Hey, what are you doing?!"
"When, I suck you dry you'll start your training sissy." My cock didnt want it to stop. I fought the constant feeling running through my body. Finally, I couldnt take it any more and cum flew out my twitching cock to the eager mouth of my captor.
"Welp, you did it, are you happy now? Its been fun,... but can I go now? Please?" All I saw and heard was the man getting closer on the bed and closer to me. "Must have run out, get me some perfume." He blabbered with my hot cum plopping out more and more after every word. As she got more perfume, I just stared at him as he stared back at me. "You should probably spit or swallow, its... its uh, getting everywhere."
And with that he leaned over and put his lips on my face and licked every inch until I was covered in cum or saliva. Wanting to be put out of my misery, I closed my eyes and thought of him as her. Like before I opened my eyes. Almost instantly thoughts of our amazing sex from last night came back. The licking, the petting, the erotic nipple biting and probably most important of all...my freedom.
The perfume was in my nose again. This time headphones were put on me, a fresh pair of underwear. A little tighter than mine, and blindfolds. I couldnt hear or see anything happening in the room. I felt washed away. All my aches from the binds were no longer there, my sense of time slipped away. Amazing since all I heard was a little buzz and some slow echoes. Before I knew what was happening I was untied and laying completely free.
Again I woke up in her bed. This time, non-bound up.

Two hours of porn ran over and over. My mistress wanted this particular porn to ring through to my heart. It was about a girl who was abducted, and slowly her high education was drained out of her by a endless amount of erotic sex. With who didnt matter. The sex was the first stage. Then she was turned into the perfect slut for hire. On the streets, every night.
No longer did I wear men's clothing. Pink dresses, panty hose, make-up, high heels and panties tight around my hard cock. While I watched, my mistress pumped in and out my ass a small dildo. The perfume made the pain almost enjoyable. I imagined a hard cock slowly sliding in and out. The moaning my man, his hard breathing on the back of my neck, his thrusts plunging me forward and if Im lucky... his cum on my lips.
With my life completly planned before me, I would occasionally just space out, letting the moans from the tv fill my every action from then on. She moaned this long, she deep throated this far down her throat and she always put her make-up while doing her trance masterbating.
Two years later...

Just another day. Now, snooze button.
Looking back on my journal, I see why she allowed me to go home. I needed a place to have sex. Why wasnt it so obvious before? I still have my long cock, but the guys dont care. Some even offer to suck me off. I now have a great boyfriend, tons of lovers and can get any guy to jizz in his pants! Not to make you jealous but one lover knows how please me just right, in the way I want it. First he licks my nipples, slaps my ass a couple of times and after he chains me to the bed he makes me lick his ass clean. Aww...