Transformed into a Ts-Girl (M2f) by a Dice: A Road Map to Become a Slave Girl and a Ts-Girl

By Natasha Osiris

This work is about male to female transition and voluntary slavery. About dominance and submission. It is partly a work of explicit erotica. FLR (Female Led Relationship) was the foundation in this feminization experiment.


Humans are complex creatures who have different motives for displaying certain behaviors. Major drivers are love and fear, disapproval, and approval. The dice experiment was conducted to see if the game could lead to a gender swap. We did not believe in that possibility. But it was possible. That is why this book has become a roadmap for those who want to walk that path voluntarily. This book is a source of information for Trans-women and Femidom’s with a lot of (sexual) techniques. Labelling or generalizing e.g., LGBT are the tools of discrimination of the limited mind.

Dominatrix Nicole applied visible algorithms however social media use invincible algorithms which determines who you will be. They satisfy and manipulate your need for love and approval. Your gender identity is now a toy in the hands of the invisible owner of the Social Media. Today a man. Tomorrow gay or a trans-woman. Today a woman. Tomorrow lesbian or a trans-man. The dice experiment is proof.

Be prepared.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Apr 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665587754

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1. Mistress Nicol and her family.

The very first contact with my slave had been rather particular. It had not clicked immediately. The appearance of my slave had not been striking. He was not tall and had greenish-brown eyes. He was muscular and had dark blond hair. I would not even have noticed him there in that bar if he had not whistled to me as he walked up to me. I thought what a simple alpha male. Of course, he also had been rude which made it impossible not to accept his challenge.

It had surprised us both that night. I dealt roughly that night with him. In the morning, I gave him my address and said, Come if you still dare next week after this beating. He came. It was my intention from the start that he should be obedient to all women. The developments thereafter took place rather quickly. Our personalities turned out to be complementary. In addition, we had the same taste in music and in politics.

During the training phase he wore already quick my training collar. Collars can be found in a vast array of shapes and sizes, or even represented by completely non-collar items (necklaces, bracelets or rings, piercings, tattoos, etc.). The collar is a physical symbol of ownership and denotes the role of the submissive within the d/s (dominance and submission) lifestyle. Contracts may also accompany collars, each addressing the commitment and responsibilities under each progressive phase of the relationship. A new collar therefore may denote progression or promotion.

Our relationship deepened much further than had been my intention. At one point we had reached the stage that we signed a TPE / marriage agreement. That had been an immense honour for him because I had accepted him as my slave and husband. I became the owner of his body and he had accepted me as his mistress-wife. We had celebrated the wedding with champagne and the exchange of a red and a white rose. This is in BDSM circles the custom. From that time on he had to address me as madam or mistress or mistress-wife. Article 13 of our marriage agreement determined that the contract bound us both. Article 4 of the marriage agreement determined that if possible, he should be exposed in my presence or naked if he communicated in another way with me.

I am polygamous and have various open relationships. I determine my freedom, my independence and my self-development. By nature, I am bisexual and pansexual. It annoyed me he was dominant over women. I always reprimanded him about that. And always he promised me not to do it again. But the alpha male inside him was often too powerful.

However, some boredom and routine had crept into our everyday lives. Now that I write this down, I remember our first session after his coarse behaviour when he had approached me in a bar. During our first meeting in his hotel room, I had given him some heavy blows on his buttocks. I had forced him to indulge me sexually that night. He had deliciously spoiled me, and in the morning, I had ordered him to report next week at my BDSM studio.

There in my studio he had to undress. When he knelt naked in front of me, I had put on a collar around his neck. I ordered him to keep his butt high up and then I gave him a streak of hard blows on his butt. He then had to follow me on his knees to the x-shaped Saint Andrew’s Cross. This cross provides restraining points for ankles, wrists and waist. It restrains the submissive in a spreadeagled position. I may attach the submissive to the cross with either the back or front facing the cross. Being restrained facing the cross is the position often used for whipping. However, he had to stand with his back to the cross. This position is more of a sexual bondage position and used for sexual teasing. I fixed handcuffs around his hands and ankles. Then attached these handcuffs to the cross. I blindfolded him and I hung weights at his balls. I also clamped nipple clamps on his nipples and pulled at them while I hit at the same time on his balls and dick with a whip. All this had hurt him. He had begged for mercy. With a smile, I had said, That this was only the start of our adventure and that my fantasy would become his reality. I only half believed it then.

Then I removed the clamps, which caused him even more pain. I also removed the blindfold. Placing clamps differs from piercing nipples, isn’t it? He had laughed with relief. However, he had made a rude remark about women. So, I put on the blindfold again and grabbed a needle from my tool case. I had taken hold of his right nipple and pierced it. Then I fastened a circular barbell through the new hole in his nipple. Then his other nipple followed. He had screamed. In the meantime, I kept taking pictures.

I take the insulting of women seriously. I do not accept it. Punishment had to follow. Anyone who does not want to unlearn to insult women shall feel it. I took his dick in my hand and pierced the pink glans of his prick. I gave his cock a nice jewel. There he hung like a beaten boxer at the Saint Andreas Cross. I took off his blindfold. I looked at him triumphantly and told him, he was now the proud bearer of my property marks. He had looked at me gratefully. A PA piercing once set stays for ever open and because the nipple piercings will wear permanent jewels, they will stay open as well.

While drinking a fruity Bordeaux, I told my husband what had happened. Nadra had volunteered to become my slave girl. Her story was special. I showed him a picture of her. Nadra is just as tall as I am, but skinny. She has nice small firm buttocks and small breasts. In the photo she wore black fish grade nylons that reached to her thighs and a matching black bra. Nadra has medium-long brown hair. Her face was on the picture, unrecognisable for my husband because of the red mask she was wearing. Her lily-white body was naked and tied to the bed. The smooth-shaven and inviting open pussy was clearly visible. She is a natural masochist and a bisexual virgin sub. A delightful addition. I considered those two to be my personal harem. I told my husband about her first session and saw his pants bulge at his crotch.

By using psychology, I had changed my husband partly into a submissive person. As his dominatrix, I wanted to encourage certain behaviours and discourage other behaviours. Initially, he had had a hard time addressing me as his mistress, madam or mistress-wife. But punishment always followed when he made a mistake.

In time, I shared some of my plans with my husband. I did that to reduce confusion or anger during his training process. I knew that this would cost me much less time in the future because his training would be more effective. They were my objectives and some of his goals. His goals I linked to mine to achieve the desired behaviour. My primary aim at first was to make him submissive. I focused all my activities on conditioning him. Conditioning is a behavioural process whereby a response becomes more frequent or more predictable in an environment because of reinforcement, with reinforcement typically being a stimulus or reward for a desired response.

For example, in our d/s relationship I sometimes use a vibrator that provides sexual pleasure. Over time, seeing the vibrator was enough for him to get horny. Another illustration is teasing or handing out punishment on the street or in a restaurant. All his senses I used during his conditioning.

The methods I used were positive or negative. For example, if I wanted to encourage a certain behaviour, I rewarded him with a kinky expression on my face or by sweet words. I used than his pet name I had given him. Sometimes I punished him. An example: Every Friday I place nipple clamps on your nipples, and they will stay on them until it is evening, but if you are sweet, they can be removed earlier. If he had been nice, then I removed them. Of course, he was nice. So, he learned that if he was sweet, the nipple clamps went off earlier. At a certain moment I could tell him: you have been sweet so you will have no nipple clamps today. Thus, new behaviour arose.

Whatever form of conditioning I used, I had to apply it consistently. And of course, for fun besides conditioning him, I applied the usual punishments that are normal in any BDSM relationship. If he had achieved a milestone, he received a special reward. The training collar was an example. Another illustration was the TPA marriage covenant. These were super effective rewards for successfully changing his behaviour. In short, I became increasingly successful in transforming my alpha male into a submissive male.

In the department of BDSM, an act, a habit, a deep commitment, gives birth not only to an effect, but to a string of effects. Of these effects, the first, the submission, only is immediate; it manifests itself simultaneously with its cause, the dominating acts of the dominatrix — it is seen. The other effects unfold in succession — we do not see them. My future actions are still shrouded in mystery but will be of great consequence for my husband.

2. Forced feminisation and the die.

During the consuming of a deliciously woody wine, I fantasised. Recently I had spoken with my colleagues dominatrixes about ‘Forced feminisation’. We were wondering who had decided that a man should perform in a ‘male way?’ What is a ‘male way?’ The ‘male gaze’, the male heterosexual power based on the act of looking at women as a sexual object. Our view had been that it was merely a social convention invented and propagated by alpha people to justify, maintain, and promote an unequal position in their favour. It is just a myth that is accepted. A classic illustration of ‘The Emperor’s New Clothes’. Proto feminism existed in the pre-agricultural era. Agriculture brought the patriarchal system into society with possession. Instead of being equal, the woman now became the man’s property.

We must turn off their masculinity. No more war, no more violence, no more inequity. Femininity traits are necessary for a free and save world. Ideally, this starts at home and at school. We dominatrixes can speed up this process.

‘Forced feminisation’ can change that male illusion. ‘Forced feminisation’ is a practise in which a dominant partner (of any gender) makes their male-identified submissive assume a feminised role. This can include being made to wear women’s clothing, being called by a feminine name, being made to adopt feminine traits, and being anally penetrated. Part of the fantasy is that the submissive partner is being forced into this role against his will. The combination of conditioning ‘Forced feminisation’ (partly consensual) and hypnosis (partly consensual) has a strong lasting psychological impact on the subject.

Have a plan for the submissive. Then you must convince the submissive to be your partner in carrying out your program. At your disposal are the methods of brainwashing and hypnosis. By convincing the submissive, he believes in his change. His changing body and manners are proof. This strengthens his confidence and makes new feminising developments possible. You are the mind mistress of his future.

There are lots of reasons for women to feminise their husbands and partners. I mention just a few:

• Shaving body hair, especially around their genitals, results in smooth, nicely smelling, clean skin.

• Clothing influences behaviour. The man will adopt a softer and more submissive behaviour if you change his clothing into something more feminine.

• The feeling of intense emotion that he feels due to travesty and being feminised gives the woman a powerful weapon for manipulation.

• The possibility of having an affair or even a naughty night out is virtually eliminated. Which (so called) man would ever allow another woman to see that his wife lets him wear feminine lingerie? This way the woman is in control.

• Men must feel girly and exposed. He must expose his flesh for my enjoyment. No more grasping us women by our pussy.

• You can change him to be your personal maid or a housewife. You will never again have to perform boring household chores unless you want it. You save time for interesting activities.

• You have made him acquainted with the phenomenon that you are a woman by letting him carry out household chores or to use makeup. He will see and appreciate women differently.

• Being a heterosexual woman does not mean that she wants to see a big rough hairy man in jeans with a T-shirt and a shaved skull. Women are more fragrant. Applying this to a man also makes him softer and more fragrant. Beautiful clothes and colours make him also more attractive.

In short, feminisation promotes the equality between man and woman.

During a great kinky afternoon, we had applied the technique of ‘Forced feminisation’ on a few clients. Our conversation and our game had inspired me. I have already mentioned that monotony and routine had crept into our everyday lives. And I wanted to get rid of that. I decided than and there while I was relishing the wine and admired the setting sun to feminise my husband. I transformed our relationship into an FLR (Female Led relationship). In a FLR relationship, a powerful woman’s male partner adopts feminine manners and a feminine lifestyle. Only if he was truly feminised, he could be my equal if he wanted. It would also mean the end of our FLR relationship. Then I could not teach him anything more, and I had to end our relationship and to let him go so that he could continue his development elsewhere. Of course, I never told him that. If he had known, he would not have participated.

But how did I get the collaboration of my husband? I had seen his eyes flickering up when I spoke about the girl Nadra. The girl who had offered herself to me to be my slave girl. I had seen that his cock filled up his jeans. I may be a beautiful woman and have steel-grey eyes, but I am not stupid.

In an instant, I knew how I should deal with it. We, the dominatrixes, had spoken about a die game. A die is a small cube with each side having a different number of spots on it, ranging from one to six, thrown and used in gambling and other games involving chance. You have six envelopes and one die. Every envelope has its own plot. Each envelope had its own number. If you threw two with the die, for example, you played the plot in envelope two.

I used this method. I said to my husband, sweetheart stay in the back yard I will be back soon. I went in the house and sat behind the computer and typed out only one plot. This scenario I printed six times. I put each identical copy in one of the six envelopes. However, I could not find a die. To fix this dilemma, I took six identical banknotes of £50. On each banknote I wrote a different digit. I started with 1 and finished with 6. After that I put on sexy clothes and a colourful jacket. The jacket prevented my husband from looking at my sexy lingerie. I hurried back to the garden and kissed my husband long and intensely on his lips.

In the back yard I poured wine for us and I spoke to my husband about the slave girl Nadra and what I planned to do with her. While I explained graphically my objectives, I kept a close eye on how he reacted. His pants became tighter. A positive sign. He probably now fantasised about a session with my new slave girl. He got exited. It was now the perfect time to carry out my plan. I brought my hand to his pants and started rubbing it and opened partly my jacket so he could see my sexy underwear. Honey, I have a marvellous plan. And I told him about the idea of the die. Darling, I vow I will be bound to the assignments too. If you agree, I promise also to carry these assignments out. I proposed playing that game forthwith. Horny as he was, he said immediately yes. I agreed under the explicit condition that all the plots of all envelopes had to be played and that this also meant that he would fully participate with carrying out the contents of the envelopes. He was so focused on his sexual desires that he had immediately agreed with my condition. Men are so easy to manipulate.

If I achieve my aim to feminise him irreversible, my successor could use the die approach to model him further. But I seriously doubted that I would achieve my goal for him. And if I did, it would take many years.

3. The birth of Natasha.

Come darling, we go to the studio. In the studio, I took off my coat and stood in front of my husband in my sexy lingerie and ordered him to undress. He did not know how quick he had to do that. At record speed, he stood beside the bed with a boner. His fingers were wrapped around my panties and he had pulled down my panties along my long legs. He had dropped to his knees and still held the panties while I stepped out of them. My smoothly shaved pussy I pushed against his face, filling his nose with my feminine scent. My hand rested on the back of his head and I pushed my hips even more forward so that his face was deep in my crotch. He dropped my small string with an open crotch. You do like that, don’t you? I took a step back and put on my string again.

Almost all men have done things that their wives do not know. I used that knowledge to feminise my husband. What those things really are does not matter at all. I do not have to know them because the most important thing is that he is not sure if I know them or not. My slave therefore felt guilty, and I made use of this guilty feeling. Even though I knew almost all his secrets, I did not name them because of that guilty feeling. I also knew that sexuality has an immense impact. Sex motivates enormously and can reward his behaviour if he achieves a milestone. At that moment, I did not want him to discover my actual plans for him. I preferred to let him think it was all a game.

He had to lie on my bed so that I could attach handcuffs to his wrists and ankles. I fastened the handcuffs to the bed. One hand was still free and with that free hand he had to point out one of banknotes of £50. Once you have chosen, you cannot go back, and we will play all plots. Do you understand what I said?

He had answered yes.

With his free hand he then pointed out the banknote with the number 3 on it. I opened that envelope. The plot was ‘A new identity. Transformed into my sex object and sex toy’. I let my husband read the assignment. He was naked and tied to the bed. My husband did not like this assignment. He voiced his regret.

Why did I ever agree with this game? I should have known better.

While he was tied up, I delivered mixed signals that confused him even more. In one ear I sweetly whispered, how much he would enjoy this and slid my fingers over his body, while in the other ear I snarled he was now my slut and bitch to use and to abuse as I saw fit. My full bosom, cup D, touched his face. He could not resist stroking with his tongue my light pink nipple from my left tit. I knew he loved my tits. I had seen that this had turned him on. I had quickly got out of bed while he admired my hourglass body. There I stood in front of him with my high black boots with high heels and black fishnet stockings and garter belt, which showed my shaved pussy.

He said, I looked incredibly hot.

I said, Starting today you are my assistant, and you receive a thorough training. This training ends until you act like a whore. Your training starts now. He had smiled because he believed it was all a game and that I was only teasing him.

I kissed his prick and pushed my black small string aside. Over his dick with the PA piercing, I peed. The stretched piercing was now so large that I could replace the piercing with a lock. That makes it extra easy for me to determine his sex life. No sex without my permission.

His cock was now nicely wet so he could enjoy my treatment extra. I placed a cylinder around his cock. Well darling, have fun with the milking machine. I pressed a button, and the machine buzzed. Immediately the cylinder moved on his prick. My clients had told me it felt strange. The suction power became stronger while his cock gently and slowly was massaged. I knew it felt great now. Like soft hands, which were slowly but firmly jerking him off. Already, after a few seconds, he was forced to inject his load into the cylinder. But the massage of his cock continued. Whether he had cum, it did not matter. I saw that the first two orgasms had been nice. The next orgasm took much longer, and it felt unpleasant for him. But the machine continued to milk him. At the end it became quite unpleasant. He was chained and could not escape. Finally, I turned the device off and loosened the handcuffs from the bed.

When my husband was milked, I had torn up the five remaining envelopes. I phoned a colleague dominatrix and asked her to come up with 5 assignments that fit in the theme of feminisation. She conceived them and I had to laugh. Everything had to be done in a great hurry. I quickly printed these five scenarios and put them in five new envelopes. then sealed the envelopes. Because it all had to happen so quickly, I partially forgot what plot was in which envelope. And later I even forgot some of these assignments.

He had to put on a short blue stretch dress. My husband wanted to pull the dress down over his head, but I had told him to do it differently. He had to get into the dress with his feet and then pull it up. I put the handcuffs on again and took him to the Saint Andreas Cross. There I attached his handcuffs to the cross. I also tied him to the cross with one rope around his waist and one rope around his feet. I put a stainless-steel jaw clamp with a lever in his mouth. I used the lever to open his mouth to the maximum and started spitting in his open mouth until his mouth almost overflowed with my spit. I also tested his gagging reflex with my fingers. I said to him, whore, you do not disappoint me. With training, you will even have no gagging reflex more.

I reminded him he had promised to play the game. I had asked him if he could still remember that promise? Had nodded in agreement. Then he had to choose his female name. After some hesitation, he came up with several names that were all rejected by me. So, I gave him his new name. From now on you are called in my presence Natasha. However, on rare occasions I will call you Qetesh, which means temple whore. Qetesh is the Goddess who represents the origin of humanity and is therefore honoured. Perhaps you must be trained in her role too. I had asked him if everything was clear. He had nodded again, and I had smiled because without too much of a fuss he had accepted that I would continue to feminise him. He would be born again.

I had explained to Natasha that Qetesh was a temple Goddess in ancient times. Every woman had before her marriage the obligation to go to the temple of Qetesh and to have sex there with a random guy. All this man had to do was offering her money for her erotic services. The amount did not matter. It also did not matter if that fellow was dirty and reeked. Sex could not be refused. Not even if you were the daughter of the king. Such was the custom. By the way, the name cunt derives from this Goddess. And most men, like my husband, worship cunts.

I had loosened the handcuffs and instructed Natasha to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I soaped Natasha from head to toe with a cream. Before I turned on the shower, Natasha had to wait a few minutes. The water from the shower rinsed the cream off his body and took most of his body hair with him. However, it was not yet perfect. His crotch had to be shaved. Get rid of all the remaining hair, darling, I had said, your cock will look bigger. Don’t you want that? Natasha had nodded and got to work. Steam fogged the mirror while Natasha grabbed the razor with the pink handle and got back into the shower.

After shaving, Natasha acknowledged I had been correct. He smiled because he now also thought that his dick looked bigger than before. And as a man, he liked that. I immediately changed his perception. I had smiled, darling, your body now looks more like that of a boy in puberty. You do not have hair on your balls. You are not any longer a man but a boy. So, the size of your cock does not matter anymore. I said, your hairless legs and hairless chest reinforce the image that you have become a boy. He had to shave the remaining hair from under his armpits and to use a perfume bottle in the shower. When he was finished, he had to walk to the studio where we had looked together in the mirror. I had said, darling, do you not love that smooth silky feeling? He had looked much more like a girl and smelled like a girl. But he still had a dick and no breasts. That made him physically a man. The hair removal had been a small step, but all little steps add up. The hair removal had been the first small step but an important step in his feminisation process. Without this step, no feminisation.

In the studio, the short blue dress and a pink G-string lay ready on the bed. I told him that from now on he had to wear a G-string and that I could send an app with the assignment to take a picture of his underwear. Darling, do not worry about that awkward little cock of yours. I will hide that prick, so you look good. Images of brightly coloured panties filled my head. I was enjoying myself a lot. I told him, I would find it stimulating and exciting if he would wear panties during this game. Darling, during earlier sessions you did not mind it if you wore my panties. I think it is so sexy! And sweetheart, I have a special reward for you. You will have from now on your own panties."

I had the silky pink panty in my hands. Only the G-string was no ordinary G-string. It was a gaff. A gaff is a special garment designed to smooth the genitals for a flat appearance so that there is little evidence of masculinity. I slid the gaff up over his smooth legs to his crotch. I explained, above your balls are empty cavities. From these cavities your testicles descended after your birth. I gently pushed his balls back into his cavities. I held his nuts slightly in place and grinned as I swung the loose skin of his nut sack with my finger. No more balls for Natasha. From behind between his legs, I grabbed his limp cock and pulled his cock with so much force backwards that he almost fell. His knees slammed shut while his thighs were pressed together. I pulled up the pink panties, and I felt how tight the panties were. I responded enthusiastically to how it looked. This pleased Natasha. When he looked down, his dick was gone. He could still feel his prick between his legs, but his dick was no longer visible. His pubic area looked now like that of a woman. The elastic cut into his hips and groin.

He had complained that the pink panties were too small.

I had tapped his ass and smiled. I had remarked, That the gaff had to be tight because otherwise his dick could liberate itself. And that was the last thing we want, sweetheart. It is best not to get too excited because this can feel unpleasant. And the tiger tattoo on your left buttock is now also beautifully visible. Wearing panties and dresses remind you that from now on you are my Natasha. He had disagreed with my plan for him. Immediately he had been hit on the cheek. I repeated that punishment ten times. After this torture, I had asked Natasha if she agreed with my plan.

He had answered: Yes, I will do it madam and thank you mistress. My little worthless dick belongs in this gaff.

"Natasha, we are now in a new phase, so I will briefly explain how I deal with discipline in the future. We are now busy feminising you and to shape our FLR. I know that punishment does not seem to fit into a loving FLR. But a FLR also