Nighty night
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Nighty night
By Sheena Sands
Bondage, submissive, femdom - words which always excited me, keywords
that I always searched for on Google. But forced feminization was a
term I was introduced to by Shania... lovely Shania.
She was in my class in college. And she was hot. She stood 5'7 without
heels, had long, straight blonde hair and large blue eyes that could
melt any heart. And me, well, I've kinda always been good-looking too,
not in a hunky, beefy way. I was slim, had sharp features and wore my
hair long. Yup, I was a pretty boy. To cut a long story short, me and
Shania started dating in college and tied the knot a year after
graduation.
Now, every relationship needs to have a balance to succeed and we hit
that level immediately. She was the boss in the relationship and I had
no problems with that. And our sex life, well, it rocked. She liked
to dominate and I liked to be submissive. Yup, life was fun. While I
worked in an online magazine as a software manager, Shania was doing
rather well for herself in a top advertising firm.
It was during one of our role-playing, BDSM sex sessions that Shania
introduced me to the world of women. I was on the floor, naked, my
hands cuffed behind me, kissing her well-manicured toes, as she stood
over me in one of her leather outfits, riding crop in hand. Suddenly,
she took my chin and lifted my face towards her. "You are so pretty my
darling slave. You'll make such a cute girl." Her eyes shone with
anticipation when she said that and I felt a tingle of fear. Leaving
me tied-up on the floor, she went to the other room and I could hear
her rummaging in the cupboard.
She came back in 5 minutes, her arms loaded with all kinds of feminine
attire and cosmetics and she said the words: "It's time for you to be
my lesbian slave, bitch."
"Yes, mistress," was all I could say meekly.
She started with my toes, painting them a classy maroon, the same as
hers. She then made me wear one of her red bras and matching panties.
I realized that I was panting with excitement. The silk panties felt
so good and my dick showed it appreciation, standing at full
attention. "Whoa! Keep Mr Mount Everest down you slut, it's not
supposed to exist," Shania told me with a wink. I may have been
excited, but Shania...rather Mistress Shania, was having a ball.
"It's like having my own, life-sized doll to play," she told me.
After the undergarments came the make-up: A touch of rouge, some
mascara for the eyes, a beige lipstick and some eye shadow. This was
followed by a dazzling blonde wig, which she had worn to a Halloween
party last year. She even made me wear some anklets which jingled when
I walked, followed by her open-toed, high-heels and a pair of clip-on
earrings. The finale was an electric blue, satin nighty that came to
my knees.
Her work done, she took a curtain rope and tied my wrists together in
front of me and using the rope leading from the bonds she slowly led
me to the mirror. What I saw took my breath away. In the mirror I saw
a hot, ravishing creature that could have been out of a Victoria's
Secret catalogue. I was so hot, I almost came right there. After a
minute of silence, Mistress Shania said, "You're not just pretty
slave, you're drop-dead gorgeous." And she was right, as always.
She than led me to the master bedroom and tied my wrists to the bead.
Bringing her face close to mine, she said: "You're all mine to play
with girl". She literally breathed the words on my face, her lips an
inch from mine and Mr Mount Everest was back at attention. Than she
kissed me. It was the most electric kiss I had ever got. As lipstick
met lipstick, her breasts touched mine, the satin nighty rubbing
against my body. And just as I felt my dick would tear out from the
panties, she pushed up the dress, took off the panties in one fluid
motion (sic) and guided me in. I had never felt her so wet. It was the
best climax for either of us.
After the lovemaking session, she untied me from the bed but left the
wrists tied together and we went off to sleep like that, my head
resting the crook of her arm.
In the morning, as I made some coffee for and took it in a tray, my
anklets jingled and my painted toes shone in the light. The folds of
the night touched my legs as I walked and I felt that lovely sensation
of last night overcome me again. I was confused over why I was feeling
this way. I had never wanted to be a woman. I wasn't gay either. Why
then was every second in this feminine attire feeling like bliss?
Mistress Shania smiled when she saw me. I could see last night's game
had affected her too.
Normally, our role-playing used to end in the morning. So, I started
changing for office, when she came up to me and said: Don't remove the
nail polish from your toes. I like them like that. Besides, no one in
office can see your feet under your shoes anyway. And before I forget,
you are going to wear my panties under your pants from now on."
"Yes Mistress," I said meekly.
To be continued.....
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