To your first day as his pet

You wake up for the last time in the small bed in your tiny apartment. You have so many good… well, you have so many memories of your bedroom, most of them as a man: falling into bed after a long night of watching porn or waking up with a boner after dreaming of women you couldn't have.

You get up - you slept like a baby. The drastic change to your life you agreed to yesterday surprisingly didn’t bother your sleep at all. You always had trouble sleeping as a man before huge events in your life; you take this as a sign that you definitely picked the right path for your new self, weird and overwhelming as it may have seemed. Your body knows there’s no need to be nervous.

Under the shower you take your new purchase to hand, Your new master didn't ask you to buy it, didn’t complain about your performance or – physical requirements, but given his preferences and the tasks he'll likely demand you to perform, you feel this is a useful addition to your morning routine.

You unwrap the home enema kit – bought in a sex shop, not a **** store, if you do this every day you want the one designed for pleasure not medical necessity – fill the black plastic bottle with warm water, insert the butt plug shaped nozzle and squeeze gently. You moan - this feels surprisingly nice. You’re used to having your sphincter stretched by now and the warm liquid filling your bowels is undeniably pleasant. You enjoy the feeling for the recommended while then unplug yourself and let go. To make sure, you repeat the procedure and then take care of your outer hygiene. Stepping out of the shower, you Never felt so clean in your whole life.

Just when you want to start making breakfast the bell rings, you put on the soft robe from the spa and open the door, welcoming your new master.

“You're early.”

“I couldn't wait, my pet. Or spend another minute in the presence of the family!”

You giggle.

"Want to come in? Have some breakfast?”

He shakes his head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I'm sure this place is… lovely, But I don’t really mean to spend any time here. Neither should you. It’s so…”

You nod. Whether he wants to say small or some less – flattering words for your flat, you get the idea.

“Just get dressed – minimally...”, he winks, “… grab your stuff and let’s go.”

You nod, put on tiny shorts that hug tightly to his favourite object of desire and a thin tank top showing your hard nipples. Your tits may not be his favourite, but you have noticed him look a them appreciatively.

You have a last look around. None of what you see you'll keep, all of this exists in a much better version in your new home. For the few things you want to keep your master’s men picked up last night, the box was so light you could have just brought it with you today. No books or movies, you have access to all available streaming services and e-book trading places, not even photos. All your digital data has been uploaded to the cloud, ready to be downloaded to the latest models of electronic devices awaiting you in you new home. Phone, tablet, laptop, e-book reader – the few old paper photos you haver are on their way to be digitalized, uploaded to the cloud as well. All you keep are some knick-knacks and gadgets. And your newly bought women's toys, even though you’re sure your new apartment has a wide range of those, too. Your new life will be totally new.

At least until Sunday – the small male voice inside you whispers – when you DEFINITELY turn back into a man, you slut.

Yeah. Right. Sure.

He puts a hand on your ass as you lave your old life and walk to his car.

You have a hand on his crotch during the ride, nothing too exiting, no rubbing or teasing, but he seems to appreciate this simple gesture of submission very much.

In front of your new house he hands you your key card and lets you open the door - even though he, of course has his own card - and allow the elevator to go to the penthouse yourself.

The small box of your old life stand next to the door, but you ignore that and take good looks at your new one. Walk out to the balcony. You missed that yesterday – missed a section of the apartment that is bigger than your whole old flat. You were right, it has ocean view. A set of deck and lounging chairs and no neighbours in viewing distance.

Get back in and take a another tour of your new living space, watched by the smiling owner of the place - and to be honest, of you. Next to your bedroom you enter the walk-in closet and are shocked he already fulfilled hos promises – it’s filled to the brim. All clothes a man with money AND a taste for perversion would pick. Short, tight, sheer – but all with the biggest names and most expensive logos in the fashion business. A whole wall of shoes, all high heeled – boots, pumps, sandals. So pretty. So sexy. You heart beats faster and you smile at how Alexander made fun of “broads and their shoes". You get it now. As you get so many things. You were such a stupid little man.

Half a wall of drawers with lingerie – you hesitate to mentally call it underwear, it’s obviously ALL meant to be seen while worn not hidden under anything.

As you open a few smaller drawers your breath halts.

The jewellery section.

“Ar.. Is..is that al real?”

“You don’t think I’d provide my pet with costume jewels, do you?”

You gulp and shake your head. That drawer alone could probably have bought your old apartment if all of the metal and stones are real. You touch the gemstone around your neck. That feels warm and happy, at least it’s not jealous of the other jewels. You snicker. After Sunday you'll think abut other jewellery options… If… when… if… you’re still a woman….

You take a deep breath and close the drawer. Too much to think about, don't get overwhelmed.

You smile at your benefactor.

“I'm hungry, you didn't even let me have breakfast.”

“The kitchen is well stocked, better than your old one I'm willing to bet.”

You’re not going to take that bet, even though all the money you have to wager now is his, anyway. And it’s a lot!

You walk past him, kiss him gently on the forehead and make sure he gets a good view of your ass as a thank you for all he did.

You open the fridge - one of the two fridges you correct yourself – and yes, its filled to the brim.

Healthy stuff, you notice, and food, you as a man would have bought if you'd have had to shop for woman. Vegetables, fruits, yoghurts, cheeses, juices. Not bad, you wont starve and you Did notice that your new body has other dietary needs – you do have urges for healthy stuff a lot more than you used to as a man. You guess this fine tuned machine is giving you subtle hints how to keep in in shape, and you intend to do so. You feel very good in it, after all and if you keep it… You blink and shake your head.

Pick a bowl of strawberries and a plate of cheese and turn around, surprised to see two glasses on the counter and your owner handling a large bottle. That he opens expertly without spilling a drop.

“**** for breakfast?"

You smirk.

”This isn’t ****, it’s champagne.”

You look at he bottle. Of course it is. The real on, too. The one actually allowed to carry the name. From France. You have a vague feeling this bottle cost more than your average monthly food budget until today. Probably a LOT more.

You take the glass he offers you and take a sip. It's bubbly. Tastes quiet nice. Sure will do the job to relax you. You're not sure if its worth the money, but you have to admit the thought alone of how much your new owner spent on you just this morning alone makes your pussy tingle. And the male voice inside you gets mad at how easy you slip into the role of rich man’s plaything, but you silence him with another sip of the precious liquid.

You pick up a strawberry, take it between your teeth, bend over the kitchen island separating you two and let him bite of half of it, swallow your half and then bring your lips to his kissing him, your lips sill full of sweet strawberry.

“Splendid!”

You giggle, lick them and walk around the kitchen counter, sit on top of it and continue the breakfast this way. Him between your legs, alternately taking a piece of cheese or a strawberry between your teeth and feeding him with it, sharing a kiss each time.

When your hunger for food and drink is satisfied – after two more glasses, making you feel a little dizzy this early in the day, his hunger for you takes over. He pulls down your shorts and tears your top trying to pull it off. Well. You have enough clothes, now. Pulls you towards him, lifts your legs and spreads your ass cheeks.

You lay back and relax, eagerly anticipating. You're surprised how easily it's going in already, your body has adapted to being an anal slut excellently, your sphincter relaxes and lets your new owner’s cock in without resistance, while gripping it firmly and clinching hard as soon as he’s inside tor bowls, making full use of the tightness of his preferred hole.

“Your cock is So big inside, me, sugar-daddy!”

You moan, determined to give him the show he deserves. But you don’t have to act, just let go. It is big inside you indeed, and you really do enjoy the feeling of being filled to the brim. Your pussy is getting wet and tingly , and waves of warm pleasure run through your body with every stroke of his big cock in your tiny hole. His balls slap your ass, he enters you fully every time he pushes forward and your moans of pleasure mix with his animalistic groans and grunts of lust as he fucks your well stretched ass and finally unloads a hot fountain into your bowels. He bends down to kiss you and you grab his ass as he softens inside you.

“Splendid breakfast, wouldn't you agree, Lexi?”

“Delicious.”

You lick your lips and stand up, feel his semen trickle out of your gaping ass.

“I think I need a shower. Care to join me?”

He’s following you eagerly, dropping his clothes.

You spend a big part of an hour I the huge rain shower, washing each other, hugging, kissing, fondling. Not actually fucking, even though he’s up and erect again surprisingly quickly for a man his age, but you take your time after making sure you have enough.

“You got to work today, daddy?”

“Of course not pet, I wouldn't leave you alone on your first day in a scary new flat."

You giggle. You’re not particularly scared of the new environment, but you had not excepted him to give you alone time on your first day in your new gilded cage. After the very long shower, you let him dry you off and pull him to your new bedroom to finally inaugurate your huge heart shaped bed.

He lies down on his back, his cock standing up like a flagpole, his eyes fixated to the ceiling. You smile, you remember the mirror up there. Let him enjoy the view, you climb on top of him, straddle him…

“You don't want to try my pussy for a change, I assume?”

You smile down at him and he smirks.

"I get pussy at home, my wife hates anal. Not that she ever tried it.…”

You nod. You had prepared for the life of an anal only pet, but now you have the confirmation. Given how much you're beginning to enjoy it, you don't mind. You relax your sphincter and lower your ass into his hard pole, gripping it tight as you let your body weight do the insertion, you sit still once he’s fully inside you for a long while, enjoying his squirming and twitching deep inside you. Before you begin to gyrate, clench and finally ride him in earnest. Again you're letting yourself fall into the warm waves washing over you from you whole lower region, your ass sends the hot flashes into your pussy and from there all through your body as you ride his cock deep into your intestine. You lose track of time, but he's a man of stamina, it takes long for him to give in and shoot the day’s second load into you.

You spend another hour of the morning in the bath afterwards, trying the whirlpool, playing around, kissing and making out in the warm bubbly water, and after about an hour, end in front of the TV, a little exhausted from his seemingly unending sexual energy. He took the remote without hesitation and switches though cable channels. You smile amused. His age shows, paying for actual cable TV, just as it does when you noticed the landline phone standing on a dresser.

Nothing on TV before noon but shopping shows, and reality TV trash as expected. You cuddle up to him and let him stick to a game show that you watch until noon. It reminds you of your childhood when you were sick and stayed at home from school. Often with your head on your Mom's lap as your head now lies in the lap of your sugar-daddy. You feel a weird sense of connection to your old male self with that memory. You haven't thought about the time when you were a man all morning. But also - this is Very different, as the naked cock getting harder, pressing against your cheek reminds you. Your pussy tingles ans the childhood memory fades away as you start playing with the older man's hard cock - feeling ALL woman again very quickly.

You make a salad for lunch your yourself . His choice of food gives you an idea what he’d like to see you eat – likely to maintain your body and you happily oblige. you can sin a little when he's not around. A ham and cheese sandwich for him. You take it to the balcony, the sun is warm and you both lie there on deck chairs naked, enjoying the breeze and each other's sight. You're sure he enjoys eyeing your perfect body, but you do too. He’s not a muscular Adonis, but an elderly man with a body showing his age – not fully though, you'd estimate him in his late 40 just by his body – but since you're a woman, you very much settled into how much you like older men, not just because of the confidence and security the exude but, as matter of fact, also physically. If you had had the courage to admitted to yourself that you like men, too, when you were Alexander, you might have looked for older people... men... you snicker at the thought and then at the fact how easy it comes to you so laugh about your old male uncertainties and hang-ups.

“What's so funny, pet?”

He licks his fingers after finishing his sandwich.

“Just thinking abut how you probably picked this apartment for me because it don't have neighbours in sight, you old pervert?”

He grins.

“It didn't hinder my decision to buy it. Or give it to you, no. Care to make use of that?”

You get up, turn aground in your deck chair and go down on all fours on it, spreading your cheeks to him. Answer enough.

He stands up, his cock hard and ready for action and pumps in into your bowels for the third time today, fast and hard, he too noticed how much your ass has gotten used to his treatment and handles you a lot less gentle than at the start. Which you love. You moan with pleasure, grip the handles of the chair and push your body back, your ass into his cock,

As much as you enjoy seeing his eyes while he fucks you frontally or determining the speed and rhythm yourself as your ride him - there's a reason why doggy is the standard choice for anal. You both can move freely, your ass and his dick pushing against each other makes his penetration of your bowels feel a lot deeper, more intense and you find a speed and rhythm together chancing the sensation being sodomized gives you. You clench your sphincter, and push back hard and fast as he rams his cock deep into your bowels. And suddenly you feel the warm waves of pleasure you enjoy so much grow hot, you pussy tingly, turning to a burning desire sending waves of lava instead of warm jelly through you. You close your eyes, focus your whole being onto the cock in your ass and explode with a scream of lust into your first ever anal only orgasm. This is not the sharp flash of vaginal or clitoral stimulation, its a deep landslide grumbling shaking your core. All your female orgasms have been miles ahead of your male ones, but this is the best you ever cum. By a long shot. You can't hold yourself up any more your arms give in and you collapse into your deck chair as for the third time this day a hot load of semen unloads into your rear. You hardly notice it.

You try to catch your breath, gather your thoughts, you're far out for a moment. The first rational thought you have after coming back up is how happy you are your new owner is an ass man. If he wasn't you might never have found out you're an ass slut. After this you never want to go back to boring vaginal sex. Let alone alone to those those short, pathetic excuses for orgasms you had as man. Even if you turn back to a man... which.. right now does hardly seems an option you'd want to choose - you'll need to focus on anal satisfaction, for sure.

You turn around and look lovingly at your sugar-daddy.

“Thank you. That was amazing!”

He grins.

"Your first anal orgasm, Lexi?”

You nod, still dazed.

"I had expected to have to train you a lot longer, it usually doesn't happen this quick to an anal novice... You're a really good little anal pet, my dear."

You blush and smile, REALLY proud about the compliment.

“Thank you, Daddy. For training me. “

You it up and kiss him, longingly, gratefully. Right his moment you do feel a love for the old man paying your bills. Might just be the hormones after the best orgasm of your life speaking. You’ll see.

You pull him down to you and lay in his arms on the balcony for a while, dozing of in post orgasmic bliss in the warm breeze.

When you wake up, it’s getting cooler and the sun is setting bright orange-red in the ocean.

You go inside, prepare dinner and watch some more TV. Cable again, some old black and white western, the remote in bis hand. You smile. You'll probably get used to watching a lot that he likes. But you don't even mind, you cuddle up to him and watch John Cooper or whatever his name is shoot bad guys.

When the movie's over, he carries you to your bedroom for a last round of stretching your sphincter. He puts you on your belly and tits on your bed, gently spreading your cheeks with his hard rod and penetrating you for the fourth time today. You smile happily because of his stamina. Wondering if you inspire him or if he's always this potent. Four times in one day for a man his age could make you worry about his heart, if he wasn't as fit as he is.

You're not cumming this time, but you’re kind glad about that. The orgasm almost broke you, you're not sure if you can take two of these in a few hours. And on the other hand hope that you'll get the chance to find out eventually. You're again drowning in warm waves of grounded pleasure emanating from your lower body all through you as he penetrates your rectum and eventually cums inside you one last time for today. Then lies next to you as you spoon for a while. You doze off again – you don't even think about how you always used to have trouble sleeping when sharing a bed with a woman - on the rare occasions. When you were a man, you're never felt comfortable enough.

When he gets up you wake up and look at his naked body longingly. You've spent all day with him, fucking as well as spending quality time- as a man you'd be glad you get rid of woman after whole day, but when you say: “Don't go, yet, Daddy!”, you mean it.

He smiles.

“Got to, honey. Wife’s waiting, we’re expecting the neighbours for dinner. Oh, and I'm sorry, but I can’t visit you this weekend, it's our 30th anniversary, we’re travelling.”

You look at him.

“After a day of relentless fucking and caring you leave me for a weekend with your wife???”

But you're making sure he gets the jealousy in your voice is play-acted and he smiles.

“The life of a pet my dear.”

You pout as he kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in your giant bed.

You drop back and sigh. The voice of Alexander's been quiet all day – you know that he would have to say about that blatant display of your submission as a pet, but you managed to shut him up. You've never felt so good your whole life certainly not when you were a man. So his complaints are pointless. You get up take another shower and get in front of the TV, this time streaming, and binge watch a show YOU enjoy for the rest of the evening.

Before bed you stream some porn - you find yourself irresistibly drawn to the very first section on the website – anal. You try to rub your clit, but after a few minutes you moan with frustration and use your other hand to spread your ass-cheeks and insert one, then two fingers into your ass hole. That's better. A lot better. You close your eyes and just accept the fact that you’ve apparently already been conditioned to a point where it’s a necessity to stimulate your ass to achieve pleasure.

Anal slut.

It runs through your mind and you don't mind it. You cum in minutes with two fingers in your ass an on on your clit. Not as earth shattering as you did whit a cock in your ass, but enough to make you tired to go to bed and fall I to a deep sleep, dreaming of hard cocks in tight little holes.