There was a pulse in rose now — a raw, sacred throb that began in her soaking core and radiated out into every inch of her body. Something had shifted. She could feel the world noticing. Heads turned. Men stared. And deep inside her home, on her leash, Jen watched.
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Jen — once Ben — had become her perfect little project. Six months of slow, deliberate, daily feminisation had worn away all resistance. There was no fight left in her now. Just need. Desperation. And unbearable frustration, locked away in a pink cage that pulsed helplessly each time Rose walked into the room with nothing but a glint in her eye and her scent hanging like thick incense in the air.
And lately, Rose was always wet.
Not from Jen. That part of her life was over.
It’s was proven, by her limp useless cock..
No — this was a divine wetness. A spiritual saturation. It came from the attention. From the heat of her own glow. From the way her followers online worshipped her in the comments. From the thousands of views her teasing photos racked up every day.
And Rose made sure Jen was there for every moment of it.
Jen couldn’t contain his excitement. He knew it was real and becoming closer to reality,
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“Read them to me,” Jen whispered, on his knees by the bed. His voice trembled.
Rose had one leg draped lazily over the edge of the mattress, a black silk robe barely concealing her smooth thighs and glistening pussy. Her phone was in one hand, and in the other, a glass vial — half-full with golden liquid. Her scent filled the air.
“Mmm… here’s one,” Rose purred. She didn’t look at Jen. “‘I’d sell my soul just to sniff those panties. You’re a goddess, dripping perfection.’”
She ran her free hand across her pussy lips, gathered a streak of slickness on her fingertips, then smeared it along Jen’s lips like lip gloss. Jen whimpered.
“Do you want to read some too, sissy?”
Jen nodded.
Rose passed her the phone, and Jen read aloud, her voice cracking.
“‘Your body is fucking unreal… I’d drink your cum and beg for more.’”
“Would you?” Rose asked, her voice low and amused.
Jen nodded again. “Yes, Goddess.”
“Oh, I know you would.”
She tossed a balled-up pair of soaked knickers at Jen’s face. They hit her like a slap. She didn’t flinch. She breathed them in. Grasping at the very scent he knew was going to soon be someone else’s.
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Rose’s days were spent photographing herself. Posing in the mirror. Legs wide, ass arched, fingers slipping into her dripping folds. She kept the camera rolling while she edged herself for hours — whispering names of her future bulls to the lens.
And Jen had to watch it all. Locked. Pulsing. Leaking. But always limp
Every single video began the same.
“This one’s not for you, Jen. This is for someone who can actually fuck me.”
A real man who can satisfy my needs, I’d even let you reclaim me, but it appears you can’t even do that now
Jen replied, goddess I wouldn’t want to be that disappointment now, I’m happier seeing you liberated and happier with superior men,
Rose replied, I love you sweetie
Jen replied, I love you too my darling!
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The humiliation had become holy. A ritual.
Rose made her sissy watch cuckold porn with her now. She’d scroll through the filth, legs open, glistening, one hand on her pussy and the other flicking through thumbnails of thick, hard, black cock pounding desperate white wives.
Jen tried to look away. She always failed.
The wand was not Jens only form and f pleasure to let out his seed’
“Mmm… this one,” Rose whispered. “You like this one, don’t you, sissy?”
Jen whimpered. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please stop… I’m leaking…”convulsions of pure delight riddled his body as they became even more comfortable together!
“Good.” Replied rose
And she’d press the wand to Jen’s cage and watch him tremble — not enough to cum, never enough to forget. Just enough to burn. Edging ever closer to a liberating climax!
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It was during one of these sessions that it happened.
Jen had been locked for 156 days . Rose had been edging her with nothing but words for 18 minutes straight — describing, in breathless detail, the way she was going to ride a bull. Not just any bull.
Master Benedict.
A name Rose had begun whispering in her sleep.
“I want him to stretch me,” she moaned, one hand now working her pussy furiously. “I want to scream on his cock and make you lick it clean.”
Jen’s cage throbbed. Her body shook. And then — it happened.
A pathetic, spontaneous sissy orgasm. The sissygasm!! Locked. Ruined. Wet.
Cum oozed from the base of the cage like shame.
“Oh my God,” Rose gasped, panting through her own climax. “Did you just cum?”
Jen burst into tears. “I’m sorry…”
Rose stood. Tall. Naked. Glowing.
“Lick it up.”
Yes goddess
“I said lick it. Right now. Eat your mess.”
Jen obeyed. With a twinkle in her eye and a lust to please
They kissed again sharing the cum between their lips, passionately kissing each other whilst rose had a firm grasp on her property, his cage of course, known this now more than ever rose whispered my sending goosebumps all over Jen body
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Later that night, Rose held the wand between her thighs and whispered into the dark.
“She’s ready…”
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The vials had multiplied.
Rose now had multiple vials . One for cum. One for “mystery fluid” — which Jen had long suspected was a blend of everything Rose had squeezed or leaked that day. Jen never knew what she’d be fed next. The Goddess decided. The Goddess stored her essence. The Goddess gifted it.
“Open wide, sissy. This is Benedict’s load mixed with my piss. It’s sacred.”
It wasn’t actually Benedict’s at all. Not yet…
Jen swallowed every drop. Eager to please
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They began a group chat.
Rose. Jen. And Master Benedict — a shadow for now, just words and voice notes. But even that was too much.
Jen was no longer in control of her life. Benedict dictated his chores. His schedule. When he could speak. What he could wear.
One day, Rose walked in with a strap-on glistening with lube.
“Benedict says it’s time,” she whispered, dark eyes gleaming.
Jen fell to her knees. Trembling. Grateful.
“I’ve always wanted… this…”
“I know,” Rose smirked. “But you never earned it.”
She bent him over and gentle started to penetrate him,
Rose asked how is it my slut
Jen replied with moans of sheer joy, moans and clutching at the sheets!
Rose thrusted harder! Deeper, longer strokes!
Jen was pushing back on her 8 inch dildo, screaming with pure joy,
Rose stopped immediately!
See sissy, this was my 1st time fucking you and I still lasted longer than you could!
Jen smirked.
Rose laughed
Rose’s energy was magnetic now.
Her hips swayed with divine confidence. Her pussy was always wet — always. She joked about how she needed towels for her desk chair. She smothered Jen’s face with cum-soaked panties. She masturbated over her own photos. She lived for the praise, for the likes, for the endless stream of filthy worship pouring into her inbox.
And she shared every detail with Jen.
“Oh look,” she giggled one morning, riding the edge of orgasm. “He says he’d pay to drink my bath water. Isn’t that sweet?”
Jen whimpered. Rose came. Again. And again
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She began teasing Jen about going public.
“Maybe I’ll post a pic of you in your little cage. Or a video of you drinking cum from a dog bowl.”
“Please don’t…” yet winked!
“But you’d love it, wouldn’t you? Everyone knowing what a useless, leaking, caged little bitch you are.”
Jen moaned. She couldn’t help it. I actually would goddess
His cock twitched in its prison. She came. Again. No touching. No warning. Just raw humiliation and control.
Rose clapped.
“Oh you’re so broken now. I love it.”
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Rose had become a snowbunny in spirit.
Her collection of bulls was growing. Not just in her inbox. In her dreams. In her fingers. In her soul.
But none had yet touched her. That honour, she was saving. She was training herself. Honing her body. Her rituals. Her mind. Preparing for the full transformation. The full leap into glory.
She practised on herself with monster dildos and whispered prayers to her future bulls. Jen was made to watch.
One night, she forced Jen to sniff each dildo after use. Then even suck them, deep throat them, remember when you made me this wet sissy’,
Jen replied, I’ve never made you this wet goddess!
That’s right, how could you!
“This one’s almost too big,” she purred. “But I’ll take it. For the Gods.”
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She began writing a journal.
Each entry a love letter to her own pussy. Each one ending with the same mantra:
“My pussy is sacred. My cum is divine. My humiliation is power. I own my sissy
She made Jen recite it every morning. Naked. On his knees. Face damp with her owner’s nectar.
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One evening, Rose came home glistening.
Her thighs were wet. Her robe was soaked. Her smile was blinding.
She stood over Jen and simply said, “Clean me.”
Jen didn’t ask questions. He dropped to his knees and worshipped. Rose moaned, a long, low, satisfied sound, and whispered:
“That was just a taste. There’s so much more to come.
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Later that night, Jen noticed a new entry in the group chat.
A video. Not of Rose.
Of Master Benedict.
Naked. Stroking his thick, massive cock. Smirking.
“Get ready, sissy,” his voice rumbled. “You’re going to watch what a real man does to your Goddess.”
Jen looked at rose with pure excitement!
I can’t wait!!
Rose came. Hard. Witnessing the excitement Jen was showing!
This was the beginning of rose doing things for her bulls she never wanted from Jen! Nor could Jen provide!
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