As our relationship was maturing, I was turning into a beautiful doll, always ready to serve my love, my doctor.

My visits to his house became more frequent. The moment I step into his den and see this gorgeous man, I, in my mind, turn into the most subservient female that one could ever imagine. I become weak on my legs with just one intention, and that is to serve my master.

He wanted to see me transform into a sexy lady in his presence. He spent crazy amounts of money to buy me expensive dresses, jewellery, perfumes, etc.

He sat on his couch as usual, wearing just his boxers, exposing his rock-hard, hairy body, which was a huge turn-on for me. He would ask me to dress up for him. I would obediently do whatever he wanted. He always got excited to see my deep, sexy navel. At times, he wanted to see me in a sexy saree showing my navel, or else a top and shorts. The one I liked was wearing a sexy skirt a few inches above my knees. As I have already mentioned, I didn't have any body hair, so seeing my thighs too was a big turn-on for him. After wearing these dresses, jewellery and make-up, he would ask me to tease him. Sometimes I danced, catwalked, and made erotic moves like in movies. The moment he starts getting excited, he would pull out his cock and start stroking his massive cock.

 At times, even without a single touch, he would shoot out his load. Then I would get into my act. Licking and eating his juicy sperm from his chest, thighs and his boxers. My eyes were always locked on his while I did that. He liked it that way.

 I could see that satisfaction in his eyes when I licked his cum from different parts of his body. Many a time, he would spill it on the floor. I would be on my fours and sexily bend down to lick all those. The way he thanked me was to come and lift my skirt, kiss and sometimes suck my juicy ass. Huh! What a feeling that was!

One day, he was a little tired because of long-standing hours at the hospital and wanted me to massage his leg. I was wearing a beautiful black shirt dress. As I was massaging his calf, his toes touched my lips. I started sucking on his toes. He let out a moan immediately. I understood that it excited him. I started to worship his feet; licking and sucking each of his toes. He quickly kept his other foot also on my thighs, and I continued doing the same to his right leg as well. He was moaning harder. I then started licking his feet with increased passion. Then I lifted my dress and started rubbing his feet all over my body. I quickly unhooked my bra as well so that his feet could feel my man boobs. He was aroused, enjoying with his eyes closed. Worshipping this god's feet was turning me on too. I got back to licking and sucking his feet. My tongue was just doing magic as I could see him squeezing his cock harder. After a while, he stood up, and I thought to myself, "Yes, the beast in him has woken up."

He pushed me down to the floor. Then he pushed his two toes right into my mouth and said, "Suck it hard."

I passionately did what he said, wildly sucking his toes. He then stuck his 3rd toe also. My mouth was tearing away. When he turned into a beast, he was like that. He wanted to see me struggling, choking, coughing, and spitting. He was merciless. Then he stamped with his feet on my face; the message to me was clear, and I started licking the bottom of his feet. He was getting wild and removed his boxers and threw them on my face. It fell above my nose. The smell of his boxers was making me more wild, and I quickly grabbed his feet and started kissing and licking more wildly. This ignited his dominant side, and he said, "Come suck this."

I too was wild and put his massive tool straight into my mouth. He started his wild thrust,s holding my head steady. His movements were gaining speed, and he was fucking my mouth with his full energy. I was choking, but I loved it. I wanted to be treated this way. Getting him to this beast mode was the most exciting part. My hand was grabbing his butt, and he continued his thrusts. He put his left foot on my shoulder and was fucking me faster and harder. Now the cock kept hitting deep down my throat. He then screamed and let out massive loads of cum into my pussy mouth. This time I could not swallow, and cum started spilling out. His pulsating cock in my mouth was an amazing feeling that can hardly be described in words. He continued pushing till he ejaculated the last drop. He stayed still for a while and pulled the cock out. Then he rubbed his cock all over my face.

I stroked his spent cock and put it back in my mouth to suck it clean. He was still moaning. I realised that the cum from my mouth had fallen on his right foot. I bent and started licking and eating his thick white juice. When I looked at him, I saw his smile and drooling eyes. He then lifted me and wanted to kiss. I asked him to hold. Quickly rinsed my mouth, drank some water and went back to him to receive his kiss. The way he kissed me for the next 2 minutes was probably because he liked this gesture of not letting him taste his own cum. That was the best kiss of my life. So passionate, full of warmth.

Another day, I just lay on his torso; his hairy chest rubbing my back. I was just wearing a light pink bra and panties. He was squeezing my creamy man boobs by pushing his big hands under the bra and passionately kissing me, sucking both my lips one after the other. Then he pushed his tongue, and I sucked it, closing my eyes. I was completely aroused. He then broke the kiss and leaned to grab the beer bottle. I guess I completely sucked his mouth dry.

While he bent, his armpit brushed my nose. The smell, or rather the fragrance, of his armpit was intoxicating. I quickly turned slowly, sat on him, lifted both his arms and put them behind his head. He had a quizzical look on his face. By doing this, I exposed both his armpits. He did not have too much hair in there. He probably trimmed it recently. I slowly kissed his right pit and rubbed my nose. Ooh! The smell of his sweat from his armpit was better than from the other parts of the body.

But the best one was always to smell his sweaty balls and perineum and the crease between his thighs and torso. There are times when I have asked him not to remove his trousers and boots after he was back from his hospital. His entire day's sweat was trapped in there, and I wanted to smell and lick all of those, which was a big turn-on, not just for me but for him also. It was a pleasure to remove his shoes, smell the socks and then the sweaty feet. Which alpha male would not like a slave waiting to smell and lick his day's sweat from his feet and crotch? The moment I bent down and opened his underwear, the strong smell from his crotch was something to die for.

But now the time was to enjoy his armpits. I started licking them and tasting his armpits. His tiny sprouts of hair were rubbing on my tongue. The tingling sensation was making me horny. I then started to suck pads of fat from his armpit. He started moaning... Hmm! He said, "You are making me wild." I said, "I want you to be wild and get into your beast mode and fuck my face." The moment I said that, his gigantic dick started growing big and hard and was pressing against my ass. My dick was also throbbing under my panties. I had carefully placed a sanitary pad in my panties so that my dick does not rub against his body and the sensation is minimal.

I continued licking and sucking his armpits more vigorously. He kept moaning harder and harder, occasionally burying my nose to inhale his masculinity from his armpits. As I was worshipping his right pit, he released his left hand from behind and was rubbing his cock and squeezing my buxom ass too. Then when he hit his high, he scooped me up like a baby and walked to his room. I smiled and giggled, as I was happy that I turned on my man just by using my tongue and lips on his armpits. The act of him getting into this beast mode was such a pleasurable experience. After which, he took over, and all I had to do was just be a toy in his hands.

As he held me like a baby and walked to the bedroom, he kept kissing me and biting my lips. A true sign that he was becoming an animal now. He always gave me numerous love bites when he was horny. He put me on his shoulder, spanked my ass hard and then threw me onto the bed.

Then he did something that he had never done before. I experienced real face fucking for the first time. He placed me on the edge of the bed. He came around and stood at my head end. He removed his boxers. Precum was stuck to his boxers and formed a thread till the boxers dropped to his feet. I licked my luscious lips.

He then climbed onto the bed and was on his knees. My mouth was already wide open. All he had to do was push it in. His torso was flat on my body, his head between my thighs. For the next 20 minutes he turned my mouth into a pussy. I could see his beautiful round muscular ass and his ass crack right in front of my eyes. He started slowly. His plum-sized nuts were hitting my nose every time he was stroking my face. That was a special feeling. He gathered steam and was pushing hard. I had to lift my neck a little to take the massive tool down. He could feel that he was able to push it further when I did that. Then he was like he was on steroids. Mercilessly pinning me in that position. I was holding his ass so that all the weight did not fall on my neck. Physically, I was exhausted, but the thought of this alpha man unleashing his masculinity on me was rewarding. I wanted it. I wanted more of this.

When he was close to climaxing, he was biting my thighs hard; I buried all my fingers in his ass. The balls hitting my nose every time gave all of this a nice rhythm.

Then came the moment; he lifted his head from my thighs and screamed out loud. I was not in a position to swallow any of his cum, and it escaped my mouth, splashing on to his ass, some flowing on my shoulders and neck, some dropping into the bed. Even after he released all of his load, he continued fucking me for some more time. The storm settled, and he pulled out just to place it on my face. He was breathing hard. His now flaccid, yet huge, cock was across my face. I wanted to see his face. What more can a girl want than to see her man pleased and satisfied after a fuck? But today I was deprived of that.

Slowly I stroked his cock. Licked all the cum from my fingers and lifted my head to reach his ass to wipe all the cum with my tongue. As I did that, my tongue moved towards his ass crack. It was spread wide. I never did this to him before. He twitched as I licked his crack and said, "Wow, I never thought you would do that.

He lifted his leg and turned his head to me. And was coming close. I pushed him lovingly and went to the restroom to clean my mouth… or is it my pussy now? 

He lit his cigarette and lay on the bed smoking. His cock was sleeping on his muscular thighs. He had an amazing body. I could stare at him for hours on end.

I was still horny. I removed my bra and sat next to him. He turned and sucked me hard, holding me tightly by my waist. He would take a puff and go back to sucking my boobs. My cock was growing very big. I told him I have to go to the washroom to release my pent-up sexual energy. He understood and kissed me hard. Some smoke from his mouth slipped into my mouth, causing me to cough. He laughed loudly.

I went to the bathroom, and within a couple of strokes, I ejaculated. I removed my bra and changed my panties and slipped into a baby-doll red negligee, which he ordered online the other day. As I walked in, he said, "You look gorgeous; I will order some more like these"I smiled shyly.

I called my wife to tell her that I won't be home that night. I sat next to him, and holding his face lovingly, I whispered, "Are you going to sleep naked?" He said, "Do you mind?" I said, "Not at all," with a naughty smile.

I rested my head on his shoulders. He turned around and hugged me tightly, holding my head close to his chest, nose pressing onto his hairy, muscular chest. He slipped his hand under my negligee to feel my soft skin. We slept. Literally, this was the first time I slept with a man. Not just a man. A superior, alpha, masculine and dominant man.

As I said earlier, this space is not enough to describe everything in detail. Each of our sexual encounters had a pattern. I dress up for him; he feels aroused and then turns me into this feminine bomb who is waiting to explode with his touches, caresses and kisses. He was such an artist and knew how to push the right buttons to get me aroused.

Once I got high, I then turned to this submissive and subservient slave who is willing to do anything and willing to endure anything to please his man. The hardest part was getting this muscular stud into the animal mode. The way was only to do anything which he thought could be done only by submissive sluts. Some days he gets wild just by me smelling his sweaty crotch and burying my nose and mouth in his perineum.

One day, I was in my usual position with a snow-white bra and panties lying on his hairy body. He had cupped both my breasts with his huge hands and was kissing me. Occasionally he would sip his beer. As soon as he gulped some, I kissed him and sucked all the beer from his mouth. That one act was enough to make him wild. He then fed the rest of the beer from his mouth, and towards the end, he pressed my cheeks to open my mouth and spat all of his mouthful of beer directly into my throat. He got really wild, and that one act of feeding beer to his slave through his mouth was enough to get him charged. That night he face-fucked me so hard that I crawled in pain. So turning him on by doing such bizarre things was my duty, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

I was increasingly turning into his fuck buddy, or rather, bitch. He then asked the question that I thought he would ask much earlier. He wanted to fuck my ass. I did try a dildo before just to check if I enjoyed being fucked in my ass, but I didn't enjoy it. I shared my experience. He promised me that he would try without hurting me. I obliged.

Once he started squeezing my ass hard and introduced his middle finger. It was painful in the beginning, but he used lubricants to ease me. Slowly he was fingering my arsehole. I told him that I wasn't comfortable but would do anything for him. I knelt on the bed, exposing my beautiful ass. He slowly came behind, cupped both my breasts and started violently kissing the back of my neck and slowly down to my ass.

He then slid his well-lubricated big cock into my arsehole. It was very painful in the beginning, but his slow strokes were doing the trick, and in some time, his entire shaft was inside me. Maybe I was too tight; he couldn't hold on long and filled my arsehole with his seed. I turned around and sucked his cock hard. Within minutes he had another huge erection, and he climbed on top of me to feed his cock into my mouth. As I lay down, he was sitting on my chest and pumping hard into my mouth. I kept sucking on his tool really hard...at times biting it a little. That was enough for him to shoot another big load. It seemed like his huge nuts were a factory to produce semen at a rapid rate. How else could a man have so much in him? 'He is from a different planet,' I said to myself.

He fucked my ass many times since that day. I did have a nice sensation when it was well lubricated. I must admit, I didn't enjoy this as much as when he fucked my pussy mouth. If at all he fucked my tight ass, I insisted that it had to be missionary only. I wanted to always stare at him when he fucked me. I wanted to see the dominant animal in him. The doggy position or any other would not give me that sight.

Many months have passed since we first met. I now identify more as a woman than a man. I feel my mannerisms, my walk, and my expressions have all changed and have become more feminine.

Once he insisted that I should go out with him for a dinner as his girlfriend. He got an expert makeup man from a salon and got me dressed up. I wore a wig for the first time. At the end of an hour of make-up, I was not able to believe how I looked. The most sexy girl in the world, I thought. A one-shoulder dress, accentuating my bubble butt. The padded bra, body-shape undergarments, etc., all gave me an hourglass figure. A curly strand of hair fell across the forehead, which was icing on the cake.

The night was rewarding. The looks, stares, and glances that I got throughout the time at the restaurant were making me swell with more femininity. I started flipping my hair unwantedly. I got up to go to the washroom, just to walk wearing high heels and sway my ass and tease all the men in the restaurant. The doctor was looking at all these and enjoying them. The place is not one of the most happening cities in this country. So to see a girl with a figure-hugging dress was a treat to their eyes. I thanked my alpha by giving him his best fuck that night. I rode his cock that night. My ass was completely sore for the next 3 days. He had mercilessly fucked me that night, pinning me down in different positions. My hole was still getting used to his size.

My transformation was one without any hormone therapy. It was just because of this man and his therapy on me. All my testosterone evaporated, and my body was filled with loads of oestrogen. People close to me all started noticing this change. I sometimes would head straight to the ladies' washroom, which caused me some embarrassment. How have I become transsexual all of a sudden… in a few months? This baffled me.

After a rapid and wild sex one night, I told him about what I felt. He asked me if I could move in with him. This meant I had to cut all ties outside with my friends and family. He said that we can move to another city. I agreed. I asked him if I need to get a sex realignment surgery and transform fully into a beautiful lady.

He declined and said, I could do a hormone therapy and breast augmentation, but he still wanted to consider me as a man turned into a submissive sissy. He still wanted some traits of a man in me. He by nature is such an alpha and dominant that any girl would have to become an absolute slut slave. A toy in his hands. Any girl who had even the tiniest bit of self-respect or wanted to be heard and have an opinion, etc., could never be his. He demanded unconditional submission. Probably that is why his wife separated from him and probably didn't get anyone else to be with him.

It is not that I have no self-respect or that he disrespects me or insults me for being this slut. He never once was rude or insulting in his words or actions. But being the person who has immense masculine sexual energy, he needed a partner to be a submissive slave, and I thoroughly enjoyed playing that part. I realised I didn't struggle or have to do anything exceptional to become this way. It was a natural progression and transformation. I was destined to... It just took these many years to find my true self.