Laceys total surrender

[Tejay88]

Lacey's Total Surrender
Chapter 1: Awakening to Perfection
The clock reads 8:15 AM on May 15, 2026, a month after your breast augmentation surgery, and the morning sun bathes our beachside den in a warm glow. I, Drew, stir in our king-sized bed, my blue eyes opening to feast on you, Lacey, lying beside me. Your body is a masterpiece I've sculpted—six months of hormones softened your features, widened your hips, and shrank your pathetic little cock to a useless nub, but the surgery elevated you to my ideal slut. Those D-cup tits, firm and round with sensitive pink nipples, rise and fall with your breath under the sheer babydoll nightie I ***d you into last night. Your hair, now cascading past your shoulders in auburn waves, frames your face, made up even in sleep with the heavy eyeliner and cherry red lipstick I demand. Your ass, plumper and more inviting, ***ks from under the hem, and those black stilettos—six-inch heels you never remove without permission—adorn your feet.
I rule every inch of you, sweetie. Your name is Lacey because I decreed it; your old life as Tejay is erased, buried under legal papers I handled. I control your wardrobe, your schedule, your body—everything. "Wake up, you lazy whore," I growl, my voice low and commanding as I slap your ass hard, leaving a red mark. You jolt awake, your eyes meeting mine in that electric pull, but I see the shame flicker. "Time to serve your master." My morning wood presses against your thigh, and I grab your new tits, squeezing roughly, making you whimper. "These are mine, Lacey—perfect fuck pillows I paid for."
Chapter 2: Morning *** Ritual
I drag you from bed by your hair, forcing you to your knees on the cold floor of the hidden bedroom, surrounded by our array of toys—dildos, plugs, whips. "Look at you, my pathetic trans bitch," I sneer, my blue eyes boring into yours as I unzip my shorts, my thick cock springing free. "You were nothing before me—a scared little ****** hiding in lingerie. Now you're my doll, tits jiggling like a cheap whore." You blush, but your tiny clit twitches in your panties, betraying your arousal.
"Open wide, slut," I command, shoving my cock down your throat, gagging you as tears smear your mascara. I fuck your face relentlessly, my balls slapping your chin, degrading you with every thrust. "That's right, *** on daddy's dick—you're just a hole for me to use." Your hands clutch my thighs, nails digging in as I hold your head, forcing you deeper. After minutes of brutal face-fucking, I pull out, slapping your cheeks with my wet cock. "Now crawl to the kitchen and make breakfast, heels clicking like the bimbo you are." You obey, ass swaying, my cum dripping from your lips.
Chapter 3: Breakfast of ***
In the main room, you prepare oatmeal and fruit, your D-cups bouncing with every move in the tight corset I make you wear under the babydoll. I sit at the table, watching, my smile warm but twisted with dominance. "Hurry up, you worthless cunt," I bark, and you scurry over, kneeling to feed me. I grab a strawberry, rubbing it against your nipple before eating it, making you moan. "These tits are so fake and slutty—just like you."
As you feed me, I slide my hand under your skirt, fingering your ass, still loose from last night's pounding. "You're dripping already, aren't you? My little cum dumpster." You nod, humiliated, your voice high and breathy: "Yes, daddy." I laugh, pulling you onto my lap, impaling you on my cock right there. "Ride me while I eat, whore." You bounce, tits jiggling, your tiny clit rubbing uselessly against my abs as I degrade you: "Your cock's so small now—might as well cut it off. You're just a pussy for me."
Chapter 4: Wardrobe Control and Makeup Shame
After breakfast, I lead you to the vanity in the bedroom, where I dictate your outfit: a skimpy red latex dress that barely covers your ass, fishnet stockings, and red platform heels. "Strip, bitch," I order, watching you ***l off the nightie, your new tits exposed, scars faint but a reminder of my ownership. I apply your makeup—heavy foundation to hide any masculinity, blush to make you look perpetually embarrassed, and lipstick that screams "fuck me."
"You're such a ***ted whore," I taunt, smearing the lipstick around your mouth. "Without me, you'd be nothing—just a confused boy in heels. Now you're my trophy slut." I pinch your nipples hard, twisting until you cry out, then dress you, adjusting the latex to squeeze your curves. "Walk for me, Lacey—strut like the degraded bitch you are." You parade, heels clacking, ass shaking, and I applaud mockingly.
Chapter 5: Midday Toy Play and Anal Training
By noon, I drag you to the hidden bedroom for "training." I tie you spread-eagled to the bed, your heels dangling off the edge, tits heaving. "Time to stretch that greedy ass, slut," I say, selecting a massive dildo from our collection. I lube it, shoving it in slowly, watching your face contort in *** and pleasure. "Take it, you filthy hole—your ass is the only thing you're good for now."
I fuck you with the toy, degrading you relentlessly: "Look at those tits bounce like a porn star's. You're my personal fucktoy, Lacey—hormones turned you into this cum-hungry whore." Your moans fill the room as I add vibrators to your nipples and clit, edging you without release. "Beg for it, bitch." You plead, "Please, daddy, fuck your worthless slut!" I replace the dildo with my cock, pounding mercilessly, cumming deep inside as you scream in ecstasy.
Chapter 6: Afternoon Public ***
After lunch, I leash you with a collar—engraved "Drew's Bitch"—and take you for a beach walk. Your latex dress rides up, exposing your ass, heels sinking in sand. Passersby stare, whispering, and I revel in your shame. "Smile, whore—they know you're my degraded trans pet," I whisper, slapping your ass publicly. Back home, I bend you over the couch, fucking you from behind while recounting the stares: "They saw what a slut you are—tits fake, ass plugged."
Your body trembles as I degrade you: "You're nothing without my cock, Lacey—just a hormone-addled bimbo." I pull your hair, forcing you to watch in the mirror as I rail you, your makeup ruined, tits slapping against the cushions.
Chapter 7: Evening Bath and Body Worship
As sunset nears, I draw a bath, stripping you and submerging you in bubbles. I wash every inch, my hands rough on your sensitive skin. "Scrub that pathetic clit, slut—it's useless now," I command, fingering your ass under the water. I degrade your body: "These tits are perfect for tit-fucking, you know? My *** made you this way—my property."
Out of the bath, I oil your skin, massaging your curves, pinching and slapping. "You're so soft and fuckable now—hormones did wonders on my little whore." I make you worship my cock on your knees, sucking while I call you names: "Deepthroat it, cum-guzzler."
Chapter 8: Dinner *** Feast
For dinner, you cook naked except for an apron and heels, tits on display. I eat while you kneel under the table, sucking my cock between bites. "Good little cocksucker," I praise degradingly. "Your mouth is better than your ass sometimes." I cum down your throat, making you swallow every drop, then feed you scraps from my plate like a dog.
"Clean the floor with your tongue, bitch—earn your keep," I order, watching you lap up spills, ass in the air.
Chapter 9: Nighttime Bondage and Multiple Orgasms
In the hidden bedroom, I rig you in bondage—arms bound, legs spread, heels strapped high. I whip your tits lightly, making them red, then fuck them with my oiled cock. "These are my fuck pillows, Lacey—degraded and perfect." I move to your ass, pounding while vibrating your clit, forcing orgasm after orgasm.
"You're cumming like a whore in heat," I taunt. "Your body's mine to break." I edge myself, cumming on your face, smearing it into your skin. "Sleep with my cum on you, slut—reminder of your place."
Chapter 10: Midnight Reflections and Eternal Ownership
As midnight strikes, we lie entangled, your heels still on, my hand on your tit. "You're fully mine now, Lacey," I whisper, my blue eyes locking with yours. "Hormones, surgery, every fuck—I've turned you into this degraded dream. No escape, sweetie—you're my eternal trans bitch." You kiss my chest, murmuring submission, and we drift, the den our kingdom of control and desire.