How I became submissive [12]

The afternoon continued, but for me, time ceased to have meaning. I was immersed in the role assigned to me, each command and each laughter echoing in my mind like a melody that dragged me further and farther away from who I once was. I knew that, at some point, I had crossed the line, but it no longer mattered. The humiliation I felt was nothing more than a tool to satisfy my master, to earn his approval. I had become what he desired, and that gave me a strange sense of power.

"It's enough for now," my master finally said, getting up from the sun lounger. His tone was relaxed, almost casual, as if the public humiliation he had just orchestrated was just a routine.

I remained on my knees in front of him, my breath agitated from the physical and mental effort. The whispers and laughter of the men around me began to dissipate, but the looks persisted, fixed on me, evaluating my submission.

"You have shown your loyalty," he continued, his fingers gently stroking my hair as if I were an obedient pet, "But you know there is always more to learn. This was only the beginning."

I felt the weight of his words, a new threshold of expectations that I had to meet. As I slowly stood up, my legs trembling, not only from fatigue but from the mix of emotions running through me. I knew the afternoon was not over. I knew there would be more tests, more challenges. My body was marked by the limits he had set, but my mind... my mind was lost in the constant swing between the desire to please him and the need to find myself again.

We headed inside the resort, where the atmosphere changed drastically. The buzz of the pool was left behind, and what awaited me in the private rooms was a completely different scenario. We walked in silence, and each step I took was a confirmation of how far I was willing to go.

"I have a surprise for you," my master said upon reaching the door of the suite, "I want you to understand what it means to completely surrender your will. And this will be your next test."

The door opened, revealing an elegant room, much more luxurious than any other part of the resort we had been in. In the center of the room was a black leather chair, and next to it, a low table with a series of objects that I couldn't quite distinguish at first sight. But what really caught my attention was the person waiting in the room: a man with a serene and controlled appearance, with a barely perceptible smile.

"He will be your guide today," my master announced, pointing to the man, "He is someone who knows exactly what you need to reach the next level. You will do everything he asks, without hesitation. Understood?"

The knot in my stomach tightened as I heard his words. I knew my master would not let me leave this new test without passing it. However, this time it wasn't him who had direct control. He had brought someone else, someone I didn't know, to continue pushing my limits.

"Yes, master," I replied in a whisper, trying to keep my composure as the man approached slowly.

"Sit down," the man ordered, with a firm yet calm voice.

I obeyed immediately, sitting on the leather chair. My senses were on high alert, the smell of leather was strong and the cold texture against my skin made me shiver. As I settled in, the man began to prepare something on the low table. My heart was pounding, as I tried to guess what was coming next.

"Today you will learn what true submission means," the man said, lifting one of the objects from the table. It was a laser for body hair removal.

The first laser beam felt like a slight pinch on the skin, and as the device moved across my body, I felt every part of me becoming more exposed, more vulnerable. From my legs to my arms, my torso and finally my groin, the laser removed the hair that had once been a symbol of my individuality. Now, my skin was smooth, without any trace of what I used to be.

"Don't worry," the man said, "This is just part of your transformation. True surrender is not just emotional; it is also physical."

The next phase of the process was more delicate. The man took some tweezers and began to shape my eyebrows, with precision and care. Each movement took away a part of my old appearance, shaping me according to the image my master had designed. I felt the tweezers plucking hairs one by one, until finally, my eyebrows were thin and perfect, exactly as he wanted them.

"Now," the man said as he took a small case of eyelash extensions, "we will move on to the eyelashes."

My breathing quickened as I felt him carefully applying the extensions to my lashes. It was not just an aesthetic change; it was a statement of what I now represented to him. When he opened a mirror in front of me, I saw a completely different person reflected. My smooth body, thin eyebrows, and long lashes. I had been completely transformed into the image my master desired.

My reflection made me feel more exposed than ever. Not only had I stripped myself of my pride and will, but now I had also taken away my physical identity. I knew this was the final step towards total submission.

"You are beautiful," my master said, approaching with a satisfied smile, "Now there is no doubt about who you are and who you belong to."

I nodded, unable to find the words. I knew my transformation was complete.

The sun began to descend on the horizon, tinting the sky with warm tones as the evening progressed. My master and I were in the relaxation area of the resort, where the atmosphere was quieter. Despite the beauty of the place, every small moment had become a series of subtle humiliations that kept me constantly on edge, each one more intense than the last.

As I settled into the sun lounger, my master leaned towards me, his voice low and full of insinuations.

"Today we are going to have a little more fun, little one," he said, and my stomach twisted at his playful tone, "I want you to get up and walk around the pool, but do it in a way that everyone can see your new appearance."

Knowing that I had to show my body, even more exposed than before, sent a shiver down my spine. The plug was still in place, and although I had learned to live with it, the constant friction reminded me of the humiliation my master had orchestrated.

I stood up slowly, feeling the gaze of the men in the pool on me. I walked carefully, holding my head high, trying to project confidence despite the blush on my cheeks. My body, free of hair and adorned with the new eyelash extensions, was a constant reminder of how far I had come in my submission.

Whispers began, their comments full of playfulness and mockery.

"Look at that tail! It's the best decoration I've seen!" one of the men shouted, causing laughter among the group.

My heart pounded, but the desire to please my master pushed me forward. As I walked, I moved my hips suggestively, trying to appear comfortable despite the discomfort of my situation. I knew that every step I took was an affirmation of my new identity.

When I returned to the sun lounger, my master watched me with a satisfied smile.

"Well done, little one," he said, caressing my face tenderly, "But we're not done yet. It's time to show how much you value your place."

He led me back to the room, where the atmosphere changed. I knew something else was coming. As we entered, the room was dimly lit, and a faint perfume scent lingered in the air.

"Before you sit down to eat, you must remove the plug. It's time for you to take a little break."

My eyes widened at the idea of being able to remove the plug. Although I had experienced its constant presence as a symbol of my submission, it had also become painful, especially with the tail that had been imposed on me.

With a sigh of relief, I accepted the key he offered. I took it with trembling hands, and as I unfastened my clothes, I felt the weight of the plug fading away. It was a momentary relief, but I knew it was just a brief respite before the next round of humiliation.

"You can shower if you wish," my master said, watching me remove the plug, "but remember you can't take off the chastity box. You can only clean yourself and get ready for dinner."

As I headed to the bathroom, I couldn't shake the feeling that, although he was granting me a moment of freedom, there was always a new level of control I had to accept. The shower was refreshing, but it didn't last long; there was much at stake, and I didn't want to keep my master waiting.

The shower was refreshing and liberating, a moment when I could escape for a few moments from the intense pressure of humiliation. The hot water fell on my skin, and although the feeling of freedom was temporary, every drop that touched me reminded me of the transformation I had undergone. After removing the plug and chastity cage, I felt lighter, but also more vulnerable.

Upon leaving the bathroom, I found a silent atmosphere in the room. The soft light illuminated the space, and on the table, a note awaited me. The handwriting was firm and clear: "Enjoy the night. Reflect on everything that has happened."

With a slight tremor in my hands, I picked up the note and read it several times, feeling the words resonating deeply within me. I couldn't help it; it was a time to reflect on the journey that had brought me here.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the solitude of the room contrasting with the buzz of the pool I had left behind. Memories flooded my mind. A guy who just a few months ago led a heteronormative life, enjoying the independence and freedom that came with it. But now, here I was, in a room where every object, every corner, seemed to scream the price of my surrender.

I remembered the first time I met my master, how his powerful presence had captured my attention. His way of speaking and acting had destabilized my world, leading me to an abyss I never imagined. The mixture of humiliation and desire had begun to intertwine in my life, and gradually, the line between pleasure and pain had blurred.

I felt trapped in an endless cycle of obedience and satisfaction. Every command fulfilled, every moment of surrender, had worn down my old identity. The idea of being "his bitch" was a construct that, though at first horrified me, I had slowly begun to accept it. With each plug entering my body, with each approving glance from him, my old self faded more and more, replaced by this new reality in which I existed to serve.

It was a transformation that had been both liberating and terrifying. I had found myself in this submission, exploring aspects of myself I had never known. But there was also a part of me that longed for the lost freedom, the identity I had left behind on the way.

The note in my hands reminded me that this was my life now, a journey that had begun with a mix of curiosity and fear, and had ended with total surrender to an elderly man who, with his wisdom and power, had changed my perception of myself and the world around me.

Reflections on my previous life and the new reality I was living overwhelmed me. I couldn't help feeling that I was trapped in a narrative that had been written by someone else. Yet, in that confusion, there was a flash of clarity. I had learned to find pleasure in obedience, to see beauty in humiliation, and to value every moment of attention I received.

I knew that tonight was not just a pause, but an opportunity to reflect and decide where I wanted to take my life. I had the power to choose, although most of my recent decisions seemed guided by him. This duality of control and submission was a dangerous game, but it was also a personal quest in which I was determined to find my place.

Finally, I left the note on the table and looked out the window. The darkness had completely fallen, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the outside world. It was time to face my own thoughts and emotions, to seek an answer to the question that had become the core of my existence: how far was I willing to go for the desire to be loved and accepted?

As the night progressed, I understood that this was just another stage in my journey, and that I needed to be honest with myself about what I really wanted. Reflection turned into deep meditation, where every part of my being joined together in a single purpose: to find my truth amidst the confusion and transformation.

The Sunday sun filtered through the curtains, filling the room with warm and bright light. As I woke up, I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and freedom. Without the chastity cage, I felt naked not only physically, but also emotionally. The absence of the familiar weight reminded me of the intensity of the week, every humiliation and every lesson learned.

My master entered the room with a smile, and his gaze indicated that he had something special planned for the last day at the resort.

"Today we're going to do something fun," he said, approaching me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His tone put me on alert, and I knew it was not going to be a quiet day.

As we left the room, he led me back to the pool area, where the group of men that I had interacted with the day before was gathered. The air was filled with laughter and lively conversations, and I knew my master wanted me to integrate into the fun.

"I want you to give them a proper greeting," he ordered, and my stomach twisted at the idea.

I approached the group, feeling the weight of their gazes on me. With a mix of nerves and excitement, I began to give each person two kisses, starting with the most muscular of the group.

"Hello, guys," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, although my heart was pounding.

Laughter increased as each of them enjoyed my greeting. The atmosphere was playful, and I could feel how they were amused by my discomfort.

"Look who came to greet us!" exclaimed one of them, as he looked me up and down.

"Would you like to show me those abs?" I dared to ask, feeling a small spark of audacity pushing me forward. The comment elicited a collective laugh and an immediate response.

"Of course!" said the most muscular one, proudly lifting his shirt to reveal a perfectly toned abdomen.

The group gathered a little closer, enjoying the spectacle. With a playful gesture, I admired it, feeling the tension of the moment transform into a strange mix of humiliation and excitement. Every gaze, every laugh, made me feel more exposed, but there was something liberating in it.

"Don't just stand there looking!" one of the men shouted, encouraging me to touch him.

The pressure in my chest increased, but the idea of disobeying was not an option. I approached a bit closer, and with a nervous touch, ran my fingers over his well-defined abdomen. Laughter erupted around me, and the atmosphere became even livelier.

"That's it, good boy!" my master said, watching the scene with a satisfied smile, "I'm proud of you."

After everyone enjoyed the moment, I stepped back, feeling overwhelmed but satisfied. The interaction had been a mix of shame, fun, and the confirmation of my place. I knew that although I was submissive, I had also learned to play with that dynamic.

"Now, it's time to get ready for the trip back," my master said, guiding me back to our room, "But before that, I want you to think about everything you have learned this week."

Once in the room, the reality of our departure set in. As I prepared for the flight, my mind kept revisiting the moments of the week: the humiliations, the laughter, and the interactions that had brought me to this point.

"I want you to wear this on the flight," he said, taking out the plug and chastity box, preparing me for the return. He looked at me intently, "It's important that you remember who you are and who you belong to."

As I placed the plug back in, a mix of emotions surged within me. The memory of having presented myself to the men, of exposing myself to their gazes, resonated in me. With each movement, each touch, I remembered that this was part of my new self.

As we arrived at the airport, adrenaline ran through my veins. The return flight promised to be another challenge, but deep down, I knew I was learning to accept my place in this new world. As I settled into my seat, a sense of anticipation enveloped me. The last humiliation of this trip was about to begin, and although I felt vulnerable, there was also a flicker of satisfaction in accepting my new reality.