The video begins with me sitting down across from you and you are holding a written contract. This contract lays out the terms and conditions for me agreeing to be feminized into a shemale. Your establishment pays the costs of my transformation, but in return, I need to give you 7 years of service as a s*x sl*ve.

You talk to me about how you understand that I always wanted to be turned into a shemale and be able to wear sexy and erotica female clothes, especially tight leather and high heels. You explain that you can provide this service for me, but it is not going to be easy. This is no cakewalk. If I want this, I need to be all in. You're not here to convince me to do it. I need to want this. You're going to go over the contract terms very carefully and make sure I am agreeable to them. If I am, then I'll be asked to sign the contract. But once I sign, there is no turning back. You ask me if this is agreeable, and if it is, you'll begin to review the contract terms. I say yes.

You start to review the contract terms with me. Your is agreeing to pay the costs of my transformation. This includes estrogen and other feminization shots, breast implant surgery, and permanent hair removal (i.e., face, arms, etc.). You'll also teach me how to wear makeup, do my hair and walk in high heels. This process will take 3 - 6 months.

In return, I am agreeing to be one of your s*x sl*ves. You go over the following terms and conditions that are set forth in the contract. You explain that I will be incarcerated downstairs. You have turned your basement into a prison. You have 10 cells where you keep your sl*ves. It is just like a prison. Unless I'm servicing you or one of your patrons, I will be locked in my prison cell. It will be no different than being sentenced to prison for 7 long years. The only difference is that my service to you will be much more demanding. You explain how you just love the sound of the cold iron door slamming shut. You also explain that anytime I am outside my cell, I am to be restrained in handcuffs and shackles. You explain how you love the sound of metal clicking around my wrists and ankles, knowing that you have all the power.

You also explain that the contract provides that unless I'm showering I must always wear at least a 5-inch heel and leather. Even when I'm napping I must be in heels and leather. You further explain that all my clothes will be made of bl*ck leather. Leather thigh high boots, stilettos, miniskirts, corsets, halters, pants, vests, jackets, etc.

The contract further provides that my transformation into a shemale should take 3 - 6 months, and when my feminization is complete, I will be used as a s*x sl*ve so that you can make money off me to pay off my debt. You explain how at least once a day I will be brought upstairs to service one of your patrons. Before leaving my cell, I am put into prison restraints, i.e., waist chain hooked to handcuffs in front and ankle shackles that are linked to the waist chain (what you see when transporting prisoners). Once upstairs I am restrained depending on the likes of the patron. Most times my wrists will be cuffed and linked with a chain to the headboard of a bed with my face down. You explain how patron men will get me up on all fours and then get real hard rubbing their c*cks against my leather-covered *ss and massaging my leather-covered breasts with their hands. And then they will lift up my leather miniskirt and stick their large c*cks in my *ss and pound me over and over again until they sh*ot their monster loads in my *ss. To further humiliate me, right after they sh*ot their load in me, they might even take an *nal plug and shove it in real tight so none of the warm c*m seeps out. You ask if I've ever had a load sh*t in my *ss and I answer no. You giggle and tell me how much you think I'm going to love that feeling. You go on to explain that the contract further provides that after I'm done serving the patron, I'll be fully restrained again and brought back down to my cell. You talk about how you love the sound of the cell door unlocking, the creaking of the metal hinges, and then the sight of me being told to walk in, and then the loud clicking of the door slamming shut.

You explain that the contract also provides that at night before lights out I will be put into a full leather deprivation hood until each morning. It includes a leather b*ll gag and the eyes are fully covered. You explain how the b*ll gag and hood are put on real tight and then there are eye hooks for padlocks that are snapped into place so that I am unable to take off the hood. The use of the hood is just another way of making sure I know my place as a sl*ve.

You then ask me if I have any questions and remind me that I don't have to do this. That has to be something that I want to do. You're not begging me to do it or even trying to convince me to do it. However, once I sign the contract, there is no turning back - no matter what. You then ask do I want to sign the contract. I say yes. You respond by saying you're glad to hear that and you hand me a pen. I sign the contract and you sort of giggle. You immediately say for me to put my arms behind my back. You walk behind me and handcuff my wrists behind my back. I am able to hear the clicks of the cuffs. You ask how the cold metal feels against my wrists and that I should get used to it. You then start to make fun of me, about how st*pid I am, that I'm such a l*ttle b*tch, and that I have no idea what I just signed up for. You tell me you can't wait to take your dildo and pound me over and over again while you hold tightly onto my breasts as I'm standing bent over in my leather thigh high 5-inch stiletto boots. And you really can't wait for your patrons to pound me over and over again as you make money every time a load is sh*t in my *ss. Seven long years you own my *ss. When you're done with me, I'll be begging to stay at the because that's all I'll know. You then tell me it's time to go downstairs to my prison cell and start my new life.

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