Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 2

I had some time to think about this as she dragged me out the front door and threw me into the backseat of her car, shut the door and left me there as she went back into the house. I sat there in the car thinking about what would happen to me, if Mistress had really meant what she had said about turning me into a shemale slave. I quickly decided that she had indeed meant it and that if I didn't soon find a way to escape I would very likely end up looking and behaving just like Diane. The thought that really scared me though, was not the prospect of being turned into a sissy-slave, but the thought that I might actually like it! As I thought about my fate I found my cock trying to get hard. I tried willing it to go limp, tried telling myself that I hated everything Mistress had done to me, but it was no good.

I found myself thinking about the fantastic orgasm she had given me and how much I had liked being fucked up the ass - hard. In the end I had to admit that submitting to Mistress turned me on a great deal. At the same time I didn't want to spend the rest of my life as a slave and I tried getting out of the car, out of my bonds. All to no avail. Although the door was unlocked I was unable to even open it and I was completely unable to do anything about my bonds. When Mistress returned to the car more than half an hour later, I was crying with frustration. She laughed at this as she set the car in motion and drove into town. As we moved I realized that here I was in the backseat, completely naked and bound for all to see. Surely someone would notice and call the police. For the first time I began to hope for release.

My hope was dashed all too soon as we drove into town. To my dismay and surprise all the people we passed, whether they were in other cars or in the street, clearly saw me before greeting Mistress like nothing had happened, like it was perfectly normal for Mistress to have a naked and bound slave sitting in the backseat. After a few minutes I even stopped trying to call out behind my gag.