This story was written for my Master, inspired by my Master and dedicated to my Master.
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From Prince to Maiden Wife (TG, Authoritarian)
I still remember the day Master came to our village with your army and declared the area under your command. My father the aged king was too old to resist, and i was not trained in the skills of war. Instead i was always interested in maths, science, sociology and the theory of war but never the physical skills. To make yourself legitimate leader of our village, you decided that i should be transformed into a girl in a public ritual and be bestowed to you as your maiden wife. I was shocked when you declared that openly to everyone. I am a man. Even though i am much smaller than you, because you belong to the Great White Race. Even though i am smaller than women of your race, but i still cannot imagine you wanting me transformed into your maiden wife. But no matter how much i resisted and refused to submit, my father the king had to agree for the safety of the village.
In tears i was dragged to the village square where you stripped me naked, tied my hands together above the whipping pole reserved for slaves punishment. You explained that the first step is to whipped away my dignity and pride of my manhood. You will continue to whip me until i beg you to cage my manhood, and beg to be your maiden. That would be done in public and will be my show of submission. I cannot imagine myself, the prince, doing it at first. But when you started whipping me, mercilessly, stroke after stroke, i felt my strength and pride slowly being whipped away. Until i started to sob and cry for mercy and beg you to stop. Then you came over close to me and told me to say it out loudly. In humiliation, i loudly beg you to cage my manhood and accept me as your maiden wife. You smiled and took out a small leather pouch and squeeze my manhood and nuts into it, then you tightly secured it behind me with a padlock. Then you freed my hands as i fall to the ground naked before your feet. Looking at your big strong feet in sandals, i cant help but feeling myself crawl a step forward, and kiss your feet. Then i beg you, before my people, to accept me as your maiden wife. You were quiet. This strike some fear in me as i kiss your feet more fervently begging with all my heart that you will accept me and not whip me any more. Then finally i heard you say, yes you will accept me as your maiden wife and i felt a great sense of relieve and honor. Then i knew what i needed to do next. It was your culture that a female who has been accepted, to kiss her husband crotch publicly to show respect for his manhood. As you stood there i knew you were waiting for me to perform this female act of acceptance. With great humiliation i kneel before you and looked at your crotch. It was covered by a metal armor, shaped in a huge bulge to protect your manhood. I remember thinking why would anyone need such a huge bulge in his armor. I submissively lean forward and kissed your crotch on your armor. Then suddenly i felt your hand grabbing my hair and pushing my face hard against your crotch armor. Then you loudly proclaim to the villagers that from now on, you will be the prince of the land and i, the former prince will be your maiden wife. You and your army will protect my village as long as we are subservient to you. Any one who disobey your rule will be punished by whipping.
With that you suddenly lifted me up like i was a light doll and carried me over your shoulder as you brought me back to the palace ground. As you walked there, you proudly told everyone that you will enjoy your maiden wife tonight for everyone to hear. I didnt understand what you mean at that time but i found out soon enough.
That faithful night, three months ago, was our wedding night. A night i will never forget. You made sure of it too. It was the night you stripped away all male thoughts from me, taught me submission, used me as a female, and made me worship you as my Lord. I remember you carrying me naked into the bedroom. You threw me on the floor before you and took out your whip. Was afraid and started to kiss your feet begging for mercy. But you told me in a firm voice that this will be a ritual to remind me from now on that i am to be always obedient and obey you. You will whip me either for your pleasure to see me whipped, or feel i needed reminder and not just for punishment. With that you started whipping me across my back and my butt as i kiss your feet begging for mercy. After twenty lashes, you stopped and ordered me to undress you. While originally i was planning to be rebellious and not submit easily to you, your whipping worked as i immediately was grateful that you had stopped whipping me and complied. I stood up, barely reaching your chin and started removing the armor and under tunic from you. Your chest is much bigger and stronger than any men if have seen in my village. It was hairy and fair, emitting a strong manly mask of sweat. I cant help but breath in deeply and shiver. You looked at me and smiled. I was so small in contrast to you. Befitting to be a maiden wife. Next i kneel before you and remove your loin cloth. Then springing up from behind was your great manhood. It was already hard, huge and thick. It hit me in my face hard, sending me back. I had thought it was a weapon striking my face. Without any further delay you came towards me, took hold of my body and threw me on the bed on my stomach. Before i knew what was happening, you impaled into me with one strong hard thrust. I yelled like i have been stab by a sword. Then you laugh and said to me, that was the virgin yell of a wife that lets everyone know a Great White Male has taken his mate. You pulled out and impaled me hard again a second time. Then again and again. As you tell me that i will now be yours forever and you will use me like this every night from now on. You thrust deep and hard into me again and again until after 30 mins, you hold my waist tight against you and ram it all the way in with a roar. Just as i felt you exploded inside me, filling me with your thick hot semen. The roar of the Great White Male is the last of the wedding ritual as it tells everyone you have seeded me. After that you collapsed onto the bed pulling me into your chest. I have totally forgotten that i was a man or a prince. In that instant, for the past 30mins, i was totally your maiden wife. Being used and proclaimed as such. Then when you cuddle me into your chest, i felt safe and loved. Without being told, i started to kiss your chest and licked the sweat off your chest hair. Inch by inch, as i worship your body and thank you for taking me as your wife. I have never felt so free or so in my place before. At that moment, i knew this is what i should have been and will always be. But the night was still young and the lessons you had for me were still many. Every inch of my body was used for your pleasure and not spared from your whipping that night. There were many more yells of submission as well as roars of conquer.
By the next day i was already totally your wife. Body, heart and soul. I craved to please you. Not just out of fear of being whipped but also it somehow feels right to know i have pleased you. I wanted your approval. Your whipping only made me loved you more. When you told me in the morning that i will be dressed like a princess, i just felt the need to please you. Just a day a go i would have totally be repulsed by the idea. But after a whole night of serving you as a wife, being fucked mercilessly as well as passionately over and over, i no more remember my male self. It just felt right that i can dress as a princess and be beautiful for you. I wanted to turn you on so that you manhood will be hard again for me. I wanted to see you lose control and grab me and fuck me like an animal lost in passion. I want nothing else but to be your maiden wife.