Summon your current character, a feminized Link

Having made up your mind you glance around the apartment to see where your current **** has gotten too, not many places to hide in here after all, though somehow he seems to have managed it.

Fishing into the couch cushions you eventually find and pull out your Phone and open the RealDreams app. first you double check his orgasm blocker is active, he had only been edging two weeks now after all. You then select devices and remotely access Links vibrating chastity cage and prostate massaging buttplug. Ah the wonder of technology.

A smile creeps up onto your face as you begin tapping wildly, rapidly turning the vibration setting on and off again before letting it rest on its highest setting. Almost immediately it has an effect and you hear a loud *thump* and clatter from the bathtub as Links nude feminine form tumbles out and dutifully crawls over to you on his hands and knees, before standing upright before you and waiting for your command.

Every owner thinks their character is special, but your Link was really something unique in your opinion. You had found him as a penniless 18 year old, working in a disposal plant. All your job consisted of was chucking garbage into a portal all day, said garbage often being discarded characters unfit for resale, so broken and battered it wouldn’t even cross somebodies mind to bring them home.

It was his freshness that made him stand out amongst the usual trash, from a glance looking identical to his in game appearance. It was baffling, surely a mistake? The only clue had been a tag stapled to his chest reading “damaged in extraction” looking him over the only thing you could figure was a single shallow scratch along the jawline. RealDreams quality assurance was no joke.

With him still being thoroughly sedated from processing It was a no brainer, then and there you had slung his short and lean body over your shoulder with ease and left work without a second thought. Some things in life were worth being fired over.

Eventually you’re snapped out of your reminiscing by the squeaking of Links fidgeting feet across your hardwood floors. you look up to see him violently shaking in place, Silent tears streaming from rolled back eyes over beet red blushing cheeks, his plump lips open in a silent moan and with both of his hands firmly clasped over his crotch, desperately trying to muffle the torturous edging he’s receiving. Yet despite the overstimulation of his sensitive boy clit he still stands there patiently, waiting to act out your every whim.

Mentally your Link was far from stock, before he had even woken up you had his memories and vocal capabilities completely removed, and over the past few years and multiple invasive treatments you’ve extensively altered his brain to your liking. The Loyal and obedient, even affectionate Femboi was now a far cry from the stoic and strong willed champion he had once been in Hyrule.

Physically, aided by daily pills his already somewhat androgynous features now skew more feminine. Completely devoid of body hair, his once lean muscles have given way to small budding breasts, a soft stomach, nicely flared hips and a plush bubble butt that could nearly give Princess Zelda a run for her money.

His face too has become softer and cuter, with plumper lips, an upturned button nose and permanent eyeliner perfectly complimenting his azure eyes.

Yet maybe the most important change of all lay caged between his legs, his naturally 6 inches flaccid had now diminished to a pathetic bulbous button hung atop overflowing aching balls. When fully erect his boi clitty barely reaches 2 1/2 inches and almost never sees the light of day, locked in chastity nearly 24/7.

Now having spent minutes on end at the mercy of the mind breaking vibrations Links legs are beginning to give in, bowing at the knees in a near crouch, silently wailing and clutching his head while rivers of crystal clear precum run down his smooth shapely thighs and puddle on the floor.

Let it be know you did genuinely love and care for your Link in a fucked up kind of way, you didn’t want to break him completely. Your thumb briefly hovers over the button to deactivate his orgasm blocker, before moving down and simply turning off the vibrations, it isn’t as if he’s earned a reward.

Links eyes shoot wide open at the sudden lack of stimulation and his body locks up. Standing like a statue and shakily gasping for breaths for seconds on end before some kind of mental dam breaks, and his hips suddenly jerk about and thrust wildly, **** to orgasm after such intense edging.

A few moments later he’s calmed down, and after a few more silent frustrated sobs tear through his body a serene calm slowly comes over his demeanour. He takes a few deep soothing breaths and his submissive blue eyes flutter open to gaze deeply at yours, soundlessly asking the question “what do you need of me Master?”