Forced wife to Daddy

The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind Arjun, plunging him into the dimly lit room. The air was thick with incense and the heavy weight of his new reality. Samir, the 35-year-old businessman who held his secrets, stood by the window, backlit by the cold glow of the city lights. "You know why you're here, Arjun," Samir said, turning to face him. His voice was a low rumble, commanding. Arjun's eyes flickered to the floor, his heart pounding. He had been careless, stupid, and now he was paying the price. Samir stalked across the room, his steps silent on the plush rug. He stopped in front of Arjun, so close that Arjun could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. "Eyes on me," Samir ordered softly. Arjun reluctantly met his gaze, his breath hitching as Samir's hand came up to cup his cheek. "You're mine now, little one. A pretty little sissy wife for me to dress up and parade around. All those little secrets you've been hiding? They're mine now too." Arjun tried to pull away, but Samir's grip tightened, his thumb pressing firmly against Arjun's chin. "Uh-uh, little one. You don't get to run from me. You made a mistake, and now you're going to pay for it." Samir's other hand snaked around Arjun's waist, pulling him flush against his body. Arjun could feel the hard planes of his muscles, the heat of his body, and the unmistakable bulge pressing against his stomach. He tried to squirm away, but Samir held him tight, his lips brushing against Arjun's ear. "Feel that, little one? That's what you do to me. That's what you're going to take, over and over again. You're going to learn to love it, to crave it. Because if you don't..." he trailed off, his thumb pressing harder against Arjun's chin. Arjun's body betrayed him, his cheeks flushing as a shiver of unwanted desire ran down his spine. He could feel the heat of Samir's body, the strength in his arms, and the cold certainty in his voice. He was trapped, and they both knew it. Samir's hand slid down to Arjun's chest, his fingers tracing the line of his shirt. "Have you ever had a man touch you like this, little one?" he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous purr. Arjun shook his head, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal. He knew what was expected of him, but the reality was a cold, hard slap in the face. Like it or not, Arjun's life had changed, and there was no going back. Not until Samir said so.

Samir's fingers lingered on Arjun's shirt, tracing the line of buttons before moving away. "Good. Then you'll enjoy this even more," he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He stepped back, releasing Arjun but only for a moment before grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards a door on the other side of the room. Pushing the door open, Samir revealed a plush, brightly lit bathroom. Arjun took a hesitant step inside, his eyes scanning the room. A large mirror reflected his nervous face, and beside it, a counter held an array of feminine items—lipsticks, powders, and brushes. But it was the chair in the center of the room that drew his attention, equipped with straps and surrounded by shaving tools and creams. Samir turned to him, his voice cold. "Strip. Everything off." Arjun hesitated, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He could feel Samir's eyes on him, burning into his skin. Once undressed, he stood there, naked and exposed, his arms wrapped around himself in a vain attempt at modesty. "Pathetic," Samir muttered, circling him like a predator. "But we'll fix that. Sit." Arjun lowered himself into the chair, his heart pounding. Samir strapped him in, the leather cold against his skin. He started with a razor, the blade scraping against Arjun's leg, removing the fine hairs. He worked methodically, his touch clinical and impersonal. "Are you enjoying this, little one?" Samir asked, his voice a low murmur as he moved to Arjun's other leg. "Because I am. Watching you squirm, seeing you try to hide your arousal. It's delicious." Arjun bit his lip, his cheeks flushing as he tried to suppress his body's traitorous response. Samir's hands moved to his chest, the razor gliding over his skin, leaving it smooth and sensitive. He could feel every touch, every scrape of the blade, his breath hitching as Samir's fingers brushed against his nipples. Once Arjun was smooth from the neck down, Samir stepped back, his eyes roaming over Arjun's body. "Now for the fun part," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around Arjun's cock, giving it a firm squeeze. Arjun gasped, his body jerking against the straps. Samir chuckled, his grip tightening. "So small," he taunted, his thumb circling the tip. "Pathetic, really. But don't worry, we'll fix that too." He released Arjun, stepping back to a cabinet and retrieving a small, metal cage. Arjun's eyes widened as Samir approached him, the cold metal glinting in the light. "This will keep you nice and hard for me," Samir said, his voice a low purr. "A constant reminder of who you belong to." Arjun's breath hitched as Samir knelt before him, his hands rough as he fitted the cage around his cock. The metal was cold, the fit tight, and Arjun could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Samir stood, his eyes roaming over Arjun's body, a satisfied smile on his face. "Perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of the cage. "Now, let's get you dressed. A pretty little sissy wife for me to parade around. Exactly like you deserve."

Samir unstrapped Arjun from the chair, his hands lingering on his wrists. "Stand up," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Arjun complied, his body trembling slightly as he rose to his feet. The metal cage felt alien and humiliating, a constant reminder of his submission. Samir circled him like a shark, his eyes taking in every inch of Arjun's smooth, exposed skin. "You look so much better like this," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of Arjun's ass. "Soft and smooth, just like a little sissy should be." He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the counter, squeezing a generous amount onto his palms. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice firm. Arjun hesitantly complied, his breath hitching as Samir's lotion-slicked hands began to massage his ass cheeks, his fingers dipping into the crevice. "You're going to need to be nice and relaxed for what comes next," Samir said, his voice a low purr. His fingers pressed against Arjun's hole, circling gently. Arjun gasped, his body tensing instinctively. Samir chuckled, his fingers pressing firmer. "Relax, little one. You're going to take my fingers, and then you're going to take my cock. And you're going to love it." Arjun's breath hitched, his body betraying him as he felt a strange, twisted arousal at Samir's words. Samir's fingers pressed harder, one slipping inside him, making him gasp. "That's it," Samir murmured, his voice dark and seductive. "Take it. Take my finger like a good little sissy." Arjun tried to relax, his body slowly yielding to the intrusion. Samir's finger moved in and out, scissoring gently, preparing him. Arjun could feel his body responding, his breath coming in short gasps as Samir added another finger, stretching him wider. "You're so tight," Samir groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel you around my cock." Arjun whimpered, his body aching with a mix of pain and pleasure. He could feel every movement of Samir's fingers, every stretch and burn. And beneath it all, a dark, twisted desire was beginning to unfurl. He was trapped, completely at Samir's mercy. And for some reason, that thought sent a shiver of lust down his spine.

Samir's fingers withdrew, leaving Arjun gasping, empty and exposed. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving Arjun's body. "Turn around," he commanded. Arjun obeyed, presenting his back to Samir. The rustle of fabric and soft clicks of metal echoed in the room before Samir returned, pressing something cold and hard against his ear. "This will hurt," Samir murmured, his voice devoid of sympathy. "But it will look good on you. A little hole for a little sissy." Arjun gritted his teeth as Samir pierced his earlobe, the sharp pain making his eyes water. He bit his lip, refusing to cry out, even as Samir did the same to his other ear. Once done, Samir stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing the fresh piercings. Arjun felt a dollop of cold cream applied to his face. "Shut your eyes," Samir said. Arjun complied, letting out a tiny gasp as Samir's fingers glided across his eyelids, applying thick makeup. He felt the brush of more makeup on his cheeks, his lips, his nose. The whole time, Samir's hands lingered, his touch possessive. "You're learning," Samir murmured, his voice a low purr. "Now, let's get you dressed. Something pretty and feminine. Something that will make you look like the little sissy you are." He helped Arjun into a lace bra and panties, the fabric soft against his smooth, sensitized skin. Arjun could feel his body responding, his cock straining against the metal cage. Samir chuckled, his fingers tracing the outline of the cage through the lace. "Pathetic," he murmured. "But it's adorable how hard you're trying." Next came a tight, form-fitting dress, the skirt short and fluffy. Arjun felt his cheeks flush as he looked at himself in the mirror, the dress emphasizing his curves and making him look even more feminine. Samir moved behind him, his hands on Arjun's hips. His lips ghosted over Arjun's neck as he spoke. "You look stunning," he purred. "My little sissy wife." He spun Arjun around, his eyes roaming over his body. "Now, for the final touches," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. Inside was a collar, the metal cold and heavy. "This will mark you as mine," Samir said, his voice firm. "A constant reminder of who you belong to." He fastened the collar around Arjun's neck, the metal biting into his skin. Arjun could feel his heart pounding, his body betraying him as he felt a dark, twisted arousal at the symbol of his submission. Samir stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of the collar. "Now, let's make everything official." He led Arjun back into the main room, where a man in a suit was waiting. He had a clipboard in his hands and a serious expression on his face. "This is the official doc," Samir said, his voice proud. "He's here to make you officially mine." The man looked up as they approached, his eyes roaming over Arjun's body. "So, this is the one who wants to be legally erased and renamed?" he asked, his voice clinical. Samir nodded, his hand on Arjun's shoulder. "Yes," he said. "He wants to be legally reborn as my property. As my little sissy wife." The man began to ask Arjun questions, his voice droning on as he filled out the paperwork. Arjun felt Samir's hand on his shoulder, the touch possessive and claiming. And beneath it all, he could feel a dark, twisted desire beginning to unfurl. He was trapped, completely at Samir's mercy. He was becoming the sissy wife of Samir. Erased and reborn into the twisted world Samir had created. His cock throbbed in the metal cage, his body responding to the humiliation and submission. Arjun felt himself becoming wet between the legs. His body betraying him and responding to the humiliation and submission. Arjun imagined it. Being owned. His very identity erased and remade at the hands of his new master. The man finished his paperwork, handing it to Samir. "Everything is in order," he said, his voice impersonal. "The name change and gender reassignment will be official in a few days. And the ownership papers will be delivered to you shortly." Samir took the papers, a smug smile on his face. "Thank you," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He turned to Arjun, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're mine now, little one. Every inch of you. Your body, your mind, your very identity. I own you. And I'll do whatever I want with you." He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Arjun's collar, his touch sending shivers down his spine. Arjun could feel his body responding, his breath hitching as Samir leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. "And right now," Samir murmured, his voice dark and seductive, "I want to fuck my little sissy wife."