The beginning of the feminization story
I had been naked in front of my mistress for several minutes. She examined me from all sides and seemed to be thinking about something. I was getting more and more nervous. Not least because I'd had to wear a Chastity cage for ten days and hadn't had an orgasm since. My mistress was training me in abstinence and I had to accept that for better or worse.
"You're going to shave," my mistress interrupted the silence. I looked down at myself in confusion.
"Not just your cock, slave. You won't have any hair below your neck. You'll shave your chest, legs, arms and hands by tomorrow. I'll check that."
I nodded and panicked, wondering if there was enough shaving foam left at home.
"When you've done that, you can jerk off tonight as a reward." She opened the Chastity cage and freed my penis, which immediately became hard.
The path to womanhood
The next day, I presented my shaved body to my mistress. Apart from two small scratches, there were no bloody spots from the shave. She nodded approvingly and threw something at me, which I reflexively caught. I opened my hand and was surprised to discover that it was a pair of women's briefs. Gray silk, with erotic lace. What should I do with them? Smell it? Pull it over my head?
"Put this on." My mistress pulled out two boots with high heels. "These too. I can't wait to see how you walk in them."
I awkwardly slipped the panties on and put the boots on. My feet protested because of the unfamiliar position and threatened to cramp. I carefully took a step forward, lost my balance and almost fell over lengthways.
"That wasn't very erotic." A cold laugh rang out. "Practice, practice, practice. By next week, you'll be able to move easily and sexily in your boots, do you hear me?"
I nodded again, still trying to keep my footing.
"Do you like blonde?" She tossed a wig at my feet. "Put this on."
I quickly did as instructed. I felt strange and helpless, but my cock was throbbing with excitement. My mistress had also noticed this and took it as confirmation of her actions.
Something flew at my feet again. This time it was a red powder compact. "Make up your cheeks," my mistress instructed me.
I fiddled with the cap with trembling fingers until the jar almost fell out of my hand. Some of the powder landed on the floor. I quickly spread some of it over my face.
My mistress laughed. "You'll have to practise that too, preferably in front of a mirror." She looked down at the floor. "Lick that clean."
After completing the task, she looked at me with her penetrating eyes. "If your forced feminization is successful in a week, a reward awaits you." My mistress had a strapon in her hand and held it in front of my face. "But it's only for good sissies."
Feminization & forced feminization: suitable toys & clothing
- Chastity cages - for long waits, pleasure control and training by your dominatrix.
- Feminine lingerie & suspenders - lace, satin & sexy lingerie that perfectly emphasize your sissy look.
- High heels & boots - ideal for gait training, humiliation and crossdresser role play.
- Wigs & make-up - for a complete transformation into a submissive sissy.
- Strap-on & harness - if your reward at the end consists of intense pegging.
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With the right toys, you can relive your own feminization story step by step.
On the test bench
For a whole week, I had spent every free minute in my boots. After my stance was finally solidified, I even watched videos on YouTube where you are taught sexy dance moves. I had also watched enough make-up tutorials.
I wanted to impress my mistress at all costs. If that meant becoming the horniest transsexual bastard on the planet, that's exactly what I wanted to do.
So now I finally stood in front of her again and asked for music. She did me the favor and I got started. Okay, my striptease was certainly no masterpiece and any woman can do it better than me. But my mistress still seemed to like it. Maybe she just felt sorry for a little slave.
In any case, her hands kept going back to the already strapped strapon and touching it. It was as if my mistress was jerking off to my dance. I was so proud. Arousing my dominatrix sexually was the greatest thing I could have imagined.
The reward fuck
"Stop!" The word made me freeze in mid-movement. My mistress had her hand on the strapon and was wanking it as if it was a real cock. "Take your clothes off, go to the floor pillory and make sure your ass is nice and high."
By now I was so aroused myself that I literally tore my clothes off and fell to the floor. I waited in a commanding position until she approached me from behind. Something wet and gooey was squirted onto my bottom and spread around my rosette. It must have been lube.
Then two hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Something huge was thrust painfully into my ass and I groaned.
"Congratulations, slave. I am satisfied with your feminization."
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