A female sex slave

Because of my father's early death, I spent 23 years of my childhood growing up under the care of my mother and sisters, so I've always had a strange admiration for women. Plus, when I was little, my sisters would intentionally or unintentionally put face powder on my face or braid my hair, which made me always long to appear in front of others like a pretty girl. So, the Christmas present I bought myself last year, the year I graduated from university at 22, was a bunch of necessities to make myself look like a beautiful woman. But because I've always lived with my mother and sisters, I could only secretly use my "Christmas present" in my own bedroom.
Today, I can finally occupy these three floors like a housewife!
I moved my prepared outfit to my third sister's bedroom. She's the most beauty-loving of the three sisters, so her bedroom not only has a huge dressing mirror but also countless cosmetics.
I sat down on the round stool in front of the dressing mirror. Because I was naked, a chill immediately ran down my spine, but I seemed oblivious; all my attention was focused on the colorful cosmetics in front of me.
I chose a bottle of "astringent" from the bottles because my sisters had told me that applying astringent before makeup would make my skin brighter. I opened the bottle, poured the cool liquid into my left palm, rubbed my hands together, and then closed my eyes to apply the liquid to my face.
Just then, I heard a "drip" sound behind me. I opened my eyes to turn around. Suddenly, a cloth was placed over my face, and I smelled a pungent odor. I struggled for a moment,
and then I knew nothing more. I don't know how much time passed, but I gradually woke up. I struggled to open my eyes, shook my head, and looked around. I was shocked to find myself in a room where every surface (including the roof and floor) was a mirror. Softly glowing light tubes were cleverly embedded at the intersections of the roof, walls, and floor, making the room very bright. I looked at myself more closely and realized my situation wasn't good: I was bound to a wooden frame like the Chinese character "大" (da, meaning "big" or "spread out"), my neck in an iron ring fixed to the frame, my hands in two iron rings on either side, my feet in two iron rings spaced 50 centimeters apart, and an iron ring around my waist. A restraint ball was stuffed in my mouth, connected by a strap tightly tied behind my head.
I struggled for a moment but found I could barely move or make a sound. Looking at the mirrored wall opposite, the person inside was pitiful, completely naked except for the iron rings and the restraint ball.
Just as I was lost in thought, a glass wall on the left opened, and someone walked in. The person's attire was very strange: a black leather jacket, a black leather miniskirt, black leather boots reaching to the thighs, and a black leather hood covering their head, completely obscuring everything except for their eyes, mouth, and ears.
The strange person, whose gender was indistinguishable by their clothing, walked up to me and reached out a hand clad in a long black silk glove to touch my face. I tried to turn my face away, but due to the iron ring around my neck, my face barely moved an inch, and the gloved hand remained on my face.
As they touched me, I looked at them closely. I noticed they wore heavy lipstick, dark blue eyeshadow, and two large black earrings. Their leather jacket clearly accentuated two rounded breasts. It seemed to be a woman! A white English word, "sandey," was printed on the right side of their jacket; it appeared to be their name or code name.
Sandey's hand moved from my face to my chest, then to my lower abdomen, and finally gently pinched my not-so-large penis with two fingers. I suddenly felt a heat spread across my face.
She stopped teasing me, took a step back, and magically produced a remote control-like device from behind her back. With a press of her right hand, a four-meter square pane of glass on the mirror wall to my right silently slid aside, revealing a huge screen. She pressed the remote control again, the screen flashed, and then lit up. The following text appeared on the screen: "Sir, you have been honored to be selected as this quarter's female sex slave by our '2000 Sexual Sadomasochism' organization. For three months, we will use our organization's traditional and innovative methods to sexually abuse you. Our methods may cause you some pain or discomfort, but will never endanger your health or life, nor will they leave you with any incurable trauma.
Since you have always longed to be a woman, we hope that you will cooperate with our actions with a woman's mindset and body during these three months to achieve our mutual pleasure. Otherwise, any non-cooperation on your part may endanger your life and the safety of your family. Thank you!"
The text on the screen was written in Chinese, indicating they knew everything about me, including secrets my mother and sisters hadn't discovered. God, this is terrifying! What kind of organization is this "2000 Sexual Sadism"?
My mind went blank. Before I could even process what was happening, the screen flashed, and another screen of text appeared: "From now on, you are our sex slave. Your number is sm2001, and we are all your masters. Please strictly adhere to the following rules while cooperating with us: 1. You must absolutely obey and immediately execute any of our orders; 2. Cooperate with our actions entirely with a woman's mindset and body; 3. If you experience any pleasure or pain during our sadistic acts, you must express it completely naturally, without exaggeration or suppression; 4. You must not self-harm or attack your master in any way."
God, even the way they address me has changed to "you." It seems I really am already their sex slave, and a "female" sex slave at that.
My heart pounded wildly. My mind, initially blank, shifted to a complex mix of fear, excitement, and worry. I was terrified of how they would abuse me, excited that I could finally play the role of a woman in front of others, and worried about my mother and sisters' anxiety over the next three months.
I felt that hand in the smooth silk glove again on my chest and lower abdomen. I looked at Sandey's face, dressed in all black; she was staring intently into my eyes, her gaze filled with lust. Her mouth was slightly open, a small section of her tongue protruding. Her hand roamed over my body, pausing for a moment on my penis, rhythmically rubbing it back and forth, from slow to fast, from light to heavy, with considerable skill.
My breathing grew short and heavy, my body arched out, and my penis slowly hardened. I closed my eyes, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Because my mouth was gagged with a restraint ball, a gurgling sound came from my throat. Although I had masturbated before, this was the first time I had done it with a woman, especially while restrained. I simply couldn't control myself.
Finally, I felt a surge of energy, a warm current rushing from my lower abdomen to my penis. My penis throbbed rapidly in the woman's hand, and streams of warm semen spurted out. I felt a wave of relief and pleasure!
[The End]

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