The beginning of the feminization story
Already for several minutes I presented myself naked in front of my mistress. I examined her from all sides and seemed to be thinking about something. I was getting more and more nervous. Not least because I had to wear a penis cage for ten days and had not had an orgasm since. My mistress was practicing abstinence on me and I had to accept that willy-nilly.
"You will shave," my mistress interrupted the silence. Confused, I looked down at myself.
"Not just your cock, slave. You will have no hair at all below your neck. By tomorrow, you'll be shaving your chest, legs, arms, and hands. I'll control that."
I nodded and panicked, wondering if there was enough shaving cream left at home.
"If you've done that, you get to jerk off tonight as a reward." She opened the Chastity cage and freed my penis, which immediately stiffened.
The road to womanhood
The next day I presented my shaved body to my mistress. Except for two small scratches, there had also been no bloody spots during the shave. She nodded appreciatively and threw something at me, which I reflexively caught. I opened my hand and was surprised to find that it was a pair of women's panties. Gray silk, with erotic lace. What was I supposed to do with them? Smell it? Pull it over my head?
"Put this on." My mistress pulled out two high heeled boots. "These too. I'm curious to see how you walk in them."
I awkwardly slipped on the panties and put on the boots. My feet protested because of the unfamiliar position and threatened to cramp. Carefully, I took a step forward, lost my balance, and nearly fell lengthwise.
"That wasn't very erotic yet." A cold laugh rang out. "Practice, practice, practice. By next week, you'll be able to move smoothly and sexily in those boots, you hear me?"
Again I nodded, still struggling to get a firm footing.
"You like blonde?" She tossed a wig at my feet. "Put this on."
Quickly, I did as instructed. I felt strange and helpless, but my cock throbbed with excitement. My mistress had also noticed this and took it as confirmation of her actions.
Again something flew in front of my feet. This time it was a red powder compact. "Put makeup on your cheeks," my mistress instructed me.
With trembling fingers, I fiddled with the cap until the tin almost fell out of my hand. Some of the powder landed on the floor. I quickly spread some of it on my face.
My mistress laughed out loud. "You'll have to practice that too, preferably in front of a mirror." She looked down at the floor. "Lick that clean."
Having completed her task, she looked at me with her piercing 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. "You only get this one for good sissies, though."
On the test bench
For an entire week, I had spent every spare minute in my boots. After my footing was finally solidified, I had even watched videos on YouTube teaching you sexy dance moves. Make-up tutorials I had also watched enough.
I wanted to impress my mistress at all costs. If that meant becoming the horniest transsexual bitch 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 started. Okay, my striptease was certainly not a masterpiece and every woman can do better than me. But my mistress seemed to like it anyway. Maybe she just felt sorry for a little slave.
In any case, her hands kept going to the already strapped strapon and touching it. It was as if my mistress was jerking off to my dance. What pride I had. Getting my dominatrix sexually excited was the greatest thing I could imagine.
The reward fuck
"Stop!" The word made me freeze in mid-motion. My mistress had her hand on the strapon and was jerking it as if it were a real cock. "Take off your clothes, go to the floor pillory and make sure your ass is standing up nice and high."
By now I was so aroused myself that I literally ripped off my clothes and plopped down on the floor. In commanded posture, I waited until she approached me from behind. Something wet and gooey was sprayed on my ass and spread around the rosette. It had to be lubricating gel.
Then two hands grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Something huge was painfully thrust into my ass and I groaned.
"Congratulations, slave. I am pleased with your feminization."
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