Archive-name: Changes/hsmastr1.txt Archive-author: Matthew E. Harbowy Archive-title: Her Silent Mastery-1 -- 'Friday Night' The new master's body was very gently handled as they moved hir from the van to the house. Sie was very silent in hir bondage, remembering the rules of hir transformation. Sie was no longer in possession of a name or of a gender: these things were to be reassigned by hir teacher. Sie was to remain silent until sie was given the proper words to speak. Sie was to remain naked except for the straps, belts, and garments sie would be given as appropriate to hir training. But, there were the memories, as well. Sie remembered hir current gender to be female, if only from the straps pressing tightly against hir cunt, feeling the moistness under the warm leather. Sie couldn't see anything but the broad shoulders of hir bearers, each holding a loop of metal attached to hir secure binding, bearing hir into the house. Was this going to be too difficult? Sie knew that the masters would assign hir gender as it pleased them, not for hir ease, and that was the hardest part of the transformation process. Sie had loved being a woman, but what exquisite seduction! That sie would be one of the masters, so fluid in their gender. Sie remembered the time sie welcomed into hir dominance a man so eager to become hir slave, but later to reveal himself as one of the masters. Sie discovered this as sie stripped him down, as sie had him bound to the wall: the beautiful skin of his small breasts, the look of fear in his eyes as sie brought the knife to his neck, his hairless cunt. Sie remembered cutting him down, watching him go over to his bag and remove the soft flesh of his cock as he bore down upon it, pulling it up into himself. The prosthesis alone kept hir enthralled, such that sie demanded to learn more. And then to find hirself signing the rules, the contract, giving up possession of what was hir life, hir gender, for this weekend. A transformation, an experience, hir signature giving hir entry among them, and so completely, so suddenly. Sie left hir job that night and met the four masters, who brought hir to their van. Inside, sie was stripped, laid down among the pillows and rugs, on top of hir binding restraint which had been designed for hir. It was an abduction, sie was being removed from hir entire previous mode of thinking, they were stripping away what was unnecessary to hir. Sie has been a mistress to slaves before, and sie knew better than to be disobedient. Sie was 'a good bottom', too good to ever bottom properly. Sie knew what sie demanded when it was hir as mistress, topping the slave, sending the slave around in commands and trails which they understood only that they were pleasing their mistress. They would misstep because they would step outside of total obedience, their will would intrude upon their grasp of their command, and they would be punished. The sheer joy of the punishment, the bindings, the blows: as if to say, here: you are bound to your task and you shall never escape it until you are brought every drop of pleasure from it. Sie watched the dark sky change to white ceiling as sie entered the small house where sie would undergo hir transformation. The four masters laid hir upon a series of cushions, and began to unstrap hir. And then, they moved back from hir, leaving hir naked upon the bed of hir leather encasement and the cushions, and moved out by the foyer through which sie was brought into another part of the house. And, sie became aware of his stare: a young master, dressed very casually in a bright pink t-shirt and jeans, well shaven, with long brown hair strewn around his neck and chest. Sie felt his eyes watching hir every small motion, watch hir as sie nestled back upon the restraint and allowed him to absorb hir appearance. Sie remembered: be silent until you are given the words to speak. Sie stared back, reaching hir mind outward to him as if to welcome his stare, to let him explore hir and understand hir. "It is good," he began, "to see you so open to your transformation. I cannot sense any fear upon you. Some masters upon this first entrance fear the simplicity with which we open. But what you see around you here is little more than you should ever need to put a slave into bondage. So we shall begin your first lesson. "I believe in openness, so I would like to explain to you what you should be expecting. Tonight you will not be permitted to speak, but after listening to me and having time to meditate upon the story of how I've brought all of this together, and time to sleep for tomorrow, you should be very clear on the proper tones of speech and familiar with any language necessary to communicate the questions and statements you will need to finish this transformation. "Tomorrow, we will start with your choice of name, and allow you to give meaning to that name. Your story, as everything occurring this weekend, is recorded for our records. "There are then four questions which must be answered for your training. First, you need to know the source of your own power as a master, and how to keep yourself focused within such power. Second, you will be informed about how we effect gender flexibility in our masters. Third, we will discuss rules concerning slaves and other people in your possession, and how they should be taught to express themselves. Finally, we will discuss the nature of our politics, and other issues around representing our views and beliefs to the rest of the world. "Once we have answered these questions, you will be allowed to practice what you have learned. The remainder of the weekend will be devoted toward readjusting you to the changes in your situation and playing with the boundaries of your new power in a safe space. In many ways, what I am suggesting at this point is not so much a new set of abilities, but a new way of looking at your established and innate abilities." He rose from the couch, grabbed one of the cushions which were scattered around the strikingly bare room, and placed it next to hir. Slowly he removed his clothing, revealing his hairless, slightly muscled chest, his firm, well-shaven legs, and a beautiful cock. He tossed the clothing aside and nestled himself into the cushion. Sie stared at each motion, feeling the rhythm of his every move. Sie immediately realized he was presenting himself before hir, that he was allowing hir to become comfortable with every inch of his body. And sie immediately wondered how he could ever become female: his body bordered on androgynous, but it was so hard for hir to forget the sight of his cock, the way his skin sloped downward from his belly to the cock in a way which sie never experienced a woman's genitalia. He looked into hir eyes, and knew hir thoughts: sie needed to be punished, brought under the spell of hir obedience. He reached out his hand and grazed hir cheek with a soft stroke of his finger. Sie watched the breathing of his chest, the slow rolling of his navel underneath his broad chest. "I want you to imagine how I was in those first days of my mastery", he said, leading into the description of his origin. "It was wondrous, those first few touches of bondage, the feel of being tied to my master's bed. He would whip me after I was bound and secured, marking long lashes across my back which would burn with the ecstasy of pain and release. He would mark me until I broke into sweat and tears, and then release my legs and come up behind me. I would feel the cold twinge of his condom as he pushed his cock into me, and he would lay upon my reddened back, the drops of sweat and the short puffs of his moans cool against my heat. What a tremendous release, to abandon myself inside my new found bisexuality, to revel in this contact with another man, to feel myself filled as only I had filled others previously. "We would have big parties in which he would have me sold to various groups of people. He would watch as I was ordered to fuck, to be fucked, by men, by women. The days spent in his care were blossoming my identity within me and before long, I found myself less and less attached to the image which I immediately associated upon meeting someone, that of their gender. It mattered less when I would mount myself upon someone, and I found myself grinding my ass against a woman's pubic mound, as if to fuck hir penis. Occasionally I would have hir satisfy me by strapping on dildoes of all sizes. "But it was not completely fulfilling. At night I would dream of my cock slowly shrinking into my body, pulling upward until my testicles sucked right into my body. A female friend then came over to me and knelt in front of me, slowly licking my brand-new cunt, and I felt my legs moisten from my new hole, dripping in a patch below me. And the first sensation of blood, thinking that my skin had split inside of me, feeling my muscles cramp and then relax as sie stroked me, took care of me. But this was not my skin breaking, and I was not being damaged: there was only the slow drip of my blood from between my legs and the knowledge that this was my first period. "That dream tremendously shaped me. I woke up expecting to find my penis gone, but there was only the sight of my semi-hard cock withering away as the last vestiges of the dream left me. Like a power released in me, I felt the desire to take my master in my hands, to fuck him until he had come, and to continue fucking him until my own orgasm came shaking across my body. "He awoke, and saw the look in my eyes, and realized the period of his mastery of me was coming to an end. He slowly rolled himself onto his back and I threw my leg over him, and pressed myself into the warmth of his neck. I whispered in his ear about the dream, and I could feel his arousal growing underneath me. Grabbing a condom, I quickly maneuvered myself onto his cock, watching the release and acceptance flow over him as I let myself be transformed. "I was wrapped in the moment. He rested a finger under my soft cock and began to massage it, stroking from the base to brush the tip of my penis, which slowly began transforming under his touch. He reached up and cupped my breast, bending forward to circle my nipple. I rocked back and forth on his cock, feeling a surge of change, power and love radiating from me. I grabbed his arms and thrust them to the bed, clamping myself on top of him, thrusting harder and harder upon his body. I felt myself for the first time claim him as if a woman, not as a man: I was not his slave riding on top of him, pleasing my master, hoping and waiting for my cock to start shooting warm come all over his belly. My cock disappeared from my mind as I stared into his eyes, I felt as if it had shrunk, I could feel the stroke of his hair upon me as if to tease the lips of my cunt, to stroke my clitoris. I felt the transformation move out through my body, my sweat in beads across my erect nipples, my skin rippling in waves, my back arching. "That night, I became a master: I learned the control of my body, the control of my mind, more certainly than anyone had ever dominated my body or put commands into my mind. I knew for certain that I could not top anyone if I hadn't first the strength, the certainty, within myself, to know boundary and limit, and to break such boundary and limit with the strength of imagination." He rose, and kneeled between hir legs. "Close your eyes," he said, each word rolling out of his mouth. Sie was rapt in obedience. Sie let hir head roll backward, sie let hir body relax upon the pillows and the leather, sie closed hir eyes and opened hir mind, let hir thoughts clear. "Listen very carefully to me. I want you to concentrate on your image of me. Let your body slowly forget its own feelings." He rested his hand gently upon hir cunt: sie was warm beneath his hand. "Let your own body pass through my hand. First your stomach and your legs: I want you to imagine me slowly pulling you through my hand, let the energy you feel racing through each part of your body begin to flow into my hand." His hand cupped hir, slowly stroked outward, pulling slightly upon hir pubic mound. His thumb grazed hir lips, barely passed over hir clitoris. Sie began to let him have hir energy, sie passed into his pull, he felt herself wet and draining into the grasp of his hand. His hand pulled harder and harder upon hir. "Now, picture my body. I want you to remember every detail. Start with my feet: look at my toes, the long tendons that wrap my feet, blue veins raised from my light brown flesh, my legs, the slight bulge of my knees, the rough flesh of my kneecaps. Imagine the round bulge of my thighs, smooth and curved, as it folds up into the crack of my ass. Picture my cock, nestled gently to across my testicles, the thin hair which surrounds them. Look at the bones of my hips beneath my sides, my stomach descending from my chest, the slight dip of my pectoris." Sie felt as if hir whole cunt began to stretch upward into his hand. Sie couldn't be sure, his strokes seemed to wrap the whole area, he seemed to be lazily pulling on hir as though hir cock had sprung from hir waist. "Picture my chest, look as though into a mirror. Look at your tiny nipples, buds upon the bare swelling of your chest, your neck sinewed and stretched with strength, your lips small, teeth clenching and opening as you look into this new mouth. Your body transformed, fluid." He let hir skin go, sie felt hir cock fall down between hir legs. "Now, let yourself travel back down, let your body pull back into yourself." Sie felt tears of release begin to well up in hir eyes. Sie felt hunger, bare and angry, pulling at every corner of hir body. "Open your eyes, and look at me: look at my hand." Sie blinked and there was his hand, delicate fingers. Sie saw his intense eyes holding hir gaze, sie felt his legs shifting between hers, sie watched him rise and raise forward. "Show me, in your eyes, your release: and steady yourself." Sie felt all hir energy sucking upward from hir cock, back into hir body. Sie let it pour forth from hir, the heat burning the edges of hir eyes. And he brought his hand down, swiftly and certainly, directly on hir cunt. He let his hand slap between hir thighs. Sie began to rock, gasp, sie didn't know what sie was feeling between hir legs. Sie could feel a cock being struck back and forth, and yet feel a cunt pulse and shudder, under the weight of his blows. A scream barely parted hir lips as sie began to come, seeing the wet surging of hir upon his hand and arm, feel the piercing certainty of him throughout hir body. Hir vision became bright and certain: sie could know nothing with him, he was draining hir of everything. And, as suddenly as the blows began, they stopped. Hir body laid still under his hand resting gently on hir cunt, the stinging quickly ebbing into the glow after hir orgasm. His smile seemed to fill his face, he stared into hir as if to let all hir tensions pass through hir eyes. The young master rose, and the four other masters had come back into the room. They had warm cloths, scented in jasmine and rose, and they carefully washed every inch of hir body, gently lifting and stroking ever inch of hir exhausted body. He flopped backward onto his chair, as if drained by the totality of hir energy, as if he had spent himself in taking hir through hir training. The four masters then carefully bound hir in hir leather casing, taking care to wrap hir very gently. They lifted hir and passed through the hall into a small lift, which then rose quietly and slowly to the second floor of the house. The four then brought hir down a hall into a room. There, they laid hir down in the bed, and unstrapped hir. Lifting hir gently out of the harness, they surrounded hir with cushions and pillows, caressing hir body, and then laying themselves around hir. The young master walked into the room. "These four are here to keep certain that you sleep well. If you need anything during the night, or if you feel any pain from the transformation, they are here to help you. Don't hesitate to discuss your feelings, or memories, if these should flood to you and hurt you." He looked at hir body, and the contented smile on hir face. "I'm sure you won't need them: your happiness and release is pouring off you." He leaned down next to hir ears. "Sleep well," he whispered, "and think about yourself. See yourself as whatever you wish. In the morning you will be making many choices, and there will be many questions. We will work hard tomorrow, and then you will be ready for everything we have to show you." The door closed, and sie rested. ************************************************************************ (c) April 11, 1993 Matthew E. Harbowy. All rights reserved. The text of this document may be freely transmitted and copied provided the information which it contains is credited to the author. 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