Trained For Service

Keywords: female domination, Mistress, Watersports, enema, training, surrender

Two women and three men sat around a table nursing drinks. Emma and James had been married for seven years, Kay and Peter six. Darla, a widow, had just remarried.
We miss you, Darla, Emma said.
Darla shrugged… “well, its not to be helped, ” she said.  John is still adjusting to married life…
“As I see it,” Emma said , we have three problems. One, we were all happy with our former arrangements, but your new husband won’t play. Which means that you wont either. A pity…”.

“The other problem is that we crave it more than our husbands do… and can’t do with just a few times a week…” She paused to take a sip from her dacquiri. ”

And then.. well.. number three is: we like anal and oral, with swallowing, B and D, humiliation, coming on demand, no limits…, and well, our husbands aren’t going to give us everything we want any time soon.” Emma fnished.

Here’s what I just found out. There’s a woman, a trained nurse who was at a boys school in Switzerland. It seemed she like to experiment with the boys, capture them, brainwash them, make them into total sex slaves. She had the little boys serving all the female staff members. It excited her, I suppose.” She was caught and had to leave the school, and she’s living here now. In Connecticut. She was hired as a housekeeper except that her employers who happened to have a teenage son, found out t hat she had this weekness for bondage… and brainwashing… and fired her. But now she’s available and I think she can work a miracle with John.

 

To be continued…

Wedding Day for the Chastity Slave

Chapter One: Wedding Day at the Salon

Ever since my bridal shower my penis has been locked away in a chastity belt. After a month of intense feminization and endless teasing. Alexa wanted to make sure I maintained a constant drip. Soaking pad after pad, I was using at least four a day. Alexa stroked my now long hair and said, “Time to get my bride all beautiful for her wedding.”

Cath, Kitty, and Deedee, my bridesmaids were on their way over to escort me to the beauty salon where I would be made up and coiffed for the big event. Alexa chose an elegant sun dress for me to wear. She took my cathedral length veil out of the closet and hung it on the door. The ladies at the salon would arrange it in my hair after my hair was done up for the wedding. Alexa would make sure my dress arrived at the salon when I was done. She was taking it for a last minute steaming for any wrinkles.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Alexa had drawn a scented bath for me. I slipped out of my negligee, my now budding breasts showing the results of my training. I sighed and thought this is what I wanted, to be completely stripped of my masculinity and turned into a lovely woman. It was somehow sad, but I took a deep breath and slipped into the scented bath. After a fashion, the warm scented water relaxed me and I dozed briefly. Alexa woke me with a kiss and said, “Come on, princess, the girls are here.” I combed out my hair and put on the things Alexa had laid out for me. I put on some mascara and lipstick and went downstairs to meet the ladies who would take me for my final preparation and my complete submission to feminization. Alexa handed me my purse and gave me a kiss, “Enjoy the day, princess!” Cath, Kitty and Deedee took me by both my arms and outside we went to the waiting limo.

In the limo it was four girls giggling and having a delicious time. Deedee pulled out a bottle of bubbly and we all had a toast. I was so nervous and Kitty snuggled against me and reassured me that everything would be fine. She talked to me like an older sister. After a few minutes the champagne relaxed me and we arrived at the salon, four happy girls already for a day of pampering and girl talk.

The salon was a spectacularly feminine environment. Everything just screamed GIRL. One of the ladies came and escorted Kitty and me back to her station. Kitty would stay with me for the whole time to keep me company and make sure I did not freak out. This was an awfully large step and I knew there was no going back ever since my bridal shower, when my chastity belt was put in place. She squeezed my hand and the lady went to work, shampooing and combing out my hair. Alexa had chosen an elaborate up-do for my hairstyle. She wanted to make sure my tiara would be shown off to the max.

Kitty was having her hair done as well and we chatted as the salon lady put our hair in curlers and let us sit for a bit so the solution could set. Soon we were underneath the dryers and the lady started on my nails. I had permanent silk wraps now for over a year as Alexa insisted. Pretty nails make a girl move her hands in a graceful feminine manner. I was going to be ALL girl.

After the dryer was finished we were taken for makeup, and my veil, along with my tiara, was brought out for the finishing touches. My face was creamed and foundation put on. She made my eyes look dramatic even with subtle colors. A bride should never be garish with her makeup. She finished my makeup and started on Kitty and I watched as she became so lovely. She did Kitty’s hair first and it looked glorious. Kitty got my veil and tiara and the lady began taking the curlers out. Slowly my hair was wound into an elegant up-do. She placed my tiara in front and pinned it in place. Kitty was watching and smiling. Just then the bridesmaids came in and they had our gowns with them. They needed help from one of the salon ladies to carry my dress. The lovely lilac dresses Alexa and I chose for the bridesmaids were brought in as well. The girls went to get dressed first and the salon lady placed my veil in my hair.

She then escorted me to a private dressing room to wait till my maids were done dressing and then could help me. My gown was brought in and taken out of the bag. It was a hand made lacey frilly pouffy dress and had a large petticoat to go underneath. I arranged my veil carefully and sat down to wait for my maids. As I sat I became more and more nervous. I was shaking and it was getting worse. Just then Kitty came in.

She was a complete vision, my maid of honor. She sat beside me and I felt better. She even brought the rest of the champagne so I could have a bit before they started dressing me. the bridesmaids came in and we all had another glass of champagne and I relaxed. Kitty told me to take off all my clothes and then Cath produced my lingerie, but she said there was one thing that had to be done before my dressing could begin. I was naked with the exception of my chastity belt. The female hormones had not yet castrated me and my trapped penis strained against its cage. Cath gave my testicles a squeeze and so began an hour of teasing that made me drip uncontrollably. It was pure torture as I knew Alexa would not allow release. Surrounded by femininity and whimpering while the girls teased and touched and kissed me I was a total sissy now. I was begging for them to take my belt off so I could cum, but they just laughed and told me I knew my chastity was permanent until my female hormones had done their job.

When they were sure I would continue to drip for the rest of the day, Deedee poured another glass for us and Cath started dressing me in my lingerie. First were the pretty lace panties, covering my chastity belt and presenting a nice flat front. She had me stand and my corset was placed on me. I leaned against the wall and Cath pulled the laces tighter and tighter. Kitty and Deedee drank and looked on smiling. Finally she finished and tied it off. Now my figure was in an hourglass shape with my budding breasts showing considerable cleavage. She had me sit and pure white stockings were rolled up my legs and attached to the garters on the corset. Deedee and Kitty held my veil and Cath lowered the huge petticoat over my head. She adjusted it and snapped it in place.

I was made to stand while the girls took a bit of a break. They looked so casual, so happy just to be girls. They were dressed the way girls were expected to dress if they were part of a wedding party. I was the bride and it still felt peculiar to me.

They finished their champagne and the bridesmaids unbuttoned my gown and as Kitty held my veil they lowered the lovely dress over my head and settled it onto the voluminous petticoat. Deedee fussed with the skirt and laid the long train out so it showed beautifully. I slipped my arms into the sleeves that began at the shoulders in lovely rich satin puffs and ended at the wrist in a row of satin buttons. Cath began buttoning the back and with each button I could feel myself being trapped in a lovely satin prison. My diamond engagement ring sparkled along side my French manicured fingernails. The hands of a woman, I mused. At last Cath finished buttoning and I was in my dress. Kitty arranged the veil and Deedee arranged the train. Cath produced a camera to take the first of dozens of pictures to be taken. Kitty unwrapped my bouquet, placing it in my hands as Cath snapped picture after picture. Alexa wanted lots of photos so she could have constant reminders of what I was to become, a woman.

Kitty took my hand. Cath took my veil. Deedee took my train and I was led out into the main shop where all the ladies gasped when they saw me. Some even cried a bit saying I looked so beautiful. The girls led me to the limo and carefully I was helped to the center of the back seat. Kitty sat beside me holding my hand and the bridesmaids sat facing us. No more champagne till after the ceremony. They did not want to ruin my lipstick or their own. I was getting nervous again and Kitty gave me a kiss to calm me. I was going to Alexa and into complete femininity.

Chapter Two: The Ceremony

The limo drove toward my fate. The girls were laughing and smiling at me. Kitty held my hand and tried to keep me calm. All at once we arrived at the park just down the street from the chapel. There was a horse drawn carriage waiting there. The girls helped me out of the limo and into the carriage. Kitty whispered to me that I was to take a half hour carriage ride to be alone with my thoughts. The carriage would then take me to the church. I would arrive by myself so all could see. The girls got back in the limo and off the carriage driver went. We went along slowly. This was really scaring me and I could feel what was left of my manhood straining against its cage. I was leaking and I started to cry. I was to become a woman and I had no choice in the matter. I wish one of the girls had stayed with me, but this was Alexa’s instruction. She wanted my anticipation to get the best of me so I would be a total sissy, all weepy and shaking as I arrived for the ceremony.

Finally the carriage pulled up in front of the chapel where a huge crowd was gathered. I must have been quite a sight all alone in the carriage. All the women were crying tears of joy for me. Everyone was dressed beautifully. It was a sea of gowns in front of the church. I knew what awaited me inside.

Kitty took my hand and the girls helped with my dress and veil. Up the stairs we went, my dainty heels clicking on the stone. We stopped in the foyer. the bridesmaids carefully arranged my gown and veil for my walk down the aisle. I heard the music begin the bridal march and there was Alexa, beginning her walk. I started to cry; she looked so beautiful. Her dress was simple with a short train and instead of a long veil she had a wreath of flowers in her hair. She was the picture of femininity on her wedding day. I know she wanted me to feel the same way and all at once I was overjoyed. I knew it would all be wonderful now. She gracefully did the wedding march up the aisle and arrived at the altar just as the music subsided.

There was a pause of silence and the music began again, and my bridesmaids one by one walked up the aisle, leaving me alone again. As Deedee, the last maid, took her place at the altar, I began my walk. Alexa turned and smiled at me as if to say come on girl you can do it. My gown felt like it weighed a ton as I slowly walked down the aisle. My blusher covering my nervous face, I arrived at the altar. I took Alexa’s outstretched hand. She smiled, being so proud of me. We said our vows and our “I do’s”. Kitty produced a piece of paper with an additional vow for me to read:

I pledge from this day forward to be completely feminine in every way.

I pledge to obey my wonderful Mistress in all matters and to become the best and most beautiful woman I can be.

Alexa smiled and lifted my blusher. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, long and softly. She whispered, tonight you shall understand the total meaning of that vow. We turned and the pastor proclaimed us Mistress and Mrs., and hand in hand we walked back down the aisle with my maids in tow. Out in front of the church the carriage awaited. The girls helped me into the carriage and Alexa sat beside me. A crowd gathered and clapped and waved as Alexa and I were whisked off to the reception.

The huge hall that had been rented for the event was decorated with flowers and garlands. It looked like a fairytale. We sat and waited for my maids to arrive and help me down from the carriage. Alexa wanted me to keep my veil attached for the whole reception. Even though it was cumbersome, she wanted me to dance and socialize with it on. It made me move slowly and gracefully.

We had a private toast between us and the band started playing “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Alexa led me as I delicately held my train and veil. She was whispering how special she was going to make our honeymoon and that by the time it was over I would be well acquainted with how a woman feels. One toast after another, a sumptuous meal, and many, many audience-inspired kisses it was time for my bouquet toss and then time to begin our lives together.

My maids, Alexa, and I got into the limo for our ride to the hotel. The girls brought another bottle of champagne for the long ride. I sensed there were games to be played as all the girls were laughing and smiling in a most devious way at me. Alexa and I were settled on one side of the back seat and the girls on the other side facing us. Champagne was poured and with each sip Alexa kissed me and I could feel my chastity belt straining to hold back my clitty. Alexa instructed the girls to make sure my chastity belt and sheath were intact and to change the pad. As the girls held my dress Kitty lowered my panties and put a fresh pad in and then the girls pulled my dress back so all could see my tortured privates. “Oh they are just such a lovely shade of blue,” Kitty commented. Alexa told her to massage them a bit and with that kissed me deeply. “Yes, dearest, this is just the beginning. You are going to be teased and fondled until your hormones take all that stiffness and dripping away. Think of it as draining off the last of your masculinity.” Kitty kept massaging, and the bridesmaids took their turns. In a short time I was dripping uncontrollably. Tears of frustration were in my eyes and Alexa just kissed them away. “No darling there will be none of that on MY honeymoon. I will not permit any male behavior from you. You are a WOMAN”. With that the girls lowered my dress and returned to their seats. Finally we arrived at the hotel. Alexa invited the girls up for a nightcap and into the elevator we went and up to the bridal suite.

Chapter 3: The Wedding Night

“Leave her gown on for now and the headpiece and veil. I want her to stay in it as long as possible. I want no question in her mind that she is to be the woman in this marriage.” With that Alexa went into the bedroom to change her clothes and the girls helped me get seated on an elegant divan. I was posed. It was not particularly comfortable. I felt more like a doll that the girls were playing bridal dress up with. Alexa returned, wearing a black baby doll negligee, with a package wrapped in pretty paper and ribbon. She handed it to me and bid me open it. As I unwrapped the gift I saw it was a fairly large strap-on dildo. Alexa smiled, “Time for the real lesson to begin.”

She had the girls lift my gown again and check on my tortured clitty. It was still dripping and I was soooooooooo frustrated. The girls all laughed and my dress was put back down. Everything was feminine and would always be so from now on. “Get her ready girls,” Alexa said. With that I was escorted into the bedroom and carefully my veil was removed and then my dress. Cath produced the bridal negligee that I was to wear on my wedding night, a sumptuous ivory night gown with a lovely flowing robe. She sat me at the vanity and unpinned my hair and brushed it out into a seductive wave. A bit of hairspray to hold it in place and a dash of my perfume and I was ready for Alexa. Cath left me, and Alexa came in, closing the door behind her. I could hear the girls laughing and carrying on in the other room.

Alexa removed her clothes and put the strap-on around her lovely hips. “Come darling, it is time to take your virginity.” With that she took me by the hand and lifted my gown and had me lie on the edge of the bed with my derriere in the air. She put a generous amount of lubricant on the dildo and a bit in my puss. “Ready darling?,” she asked. I choked back a cry and she entered me. Oh my goodness!! It felt like a telephone pole was going up my ass! Slowly she worked it back and forth and soon my puss was grabbing on wanting more and more. I could feel my dripping become more and more intense but no relief. Alexa clung to my neck kissing me passionately. “Feel it darling! Nothing but a lovely drip and a good milking is all you will get each night now. Soon you will orgasm as a woman does with a kind of full body tremble, but you will NEVER cum as a man again!”

Slowly she withdrew the cock and took it off. Then she bade me kneel in front of her and she spread her legs and I was made to tongue her to orgasm over and over again, all the while knowing I would never get the relief I so badly needed. After what must have been her fourth orgasm, we fell asleep in each others’ arms to the sound of laughter in the other room. The girls knew exactly what was in store for me.

 

Chapter One: Wedding Day at the Salon

Ever since my bridal shower my penis has been locked away in a chastity belt. After a month of intense feminization and endless teasing. Alexa wanted to make sure I maintained a constant drip. Soaking pad after pad, I was using at least four a day. Alexa stroked my now long hair and said, “Time to get my bride all beautiful for her wedding.”

Cath, Kitty, and Deedee, my bridesmaids were on their way over to escort me to the beauty salon where I would be made up and coiffed for the big event. Alexa chose an elegant sun dress for me to wear. She took my cathedral length veil out of the closet and hung it on the door. The ladies at the salon would arrange it in my hair after my hair was done up for the wedding. Alexa would make sure my dress arrived at the salon when I was done. She was taking it for a last minute steaming for any wrinkles.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Alexa had drawn a scented bath for me. I slipped out of my negligee, my now budding breasts showing the results of my training. I sighed and thought this is what I wanted, to be completely stripped of my masculinity and turned into a lovely woman. It was somehow sad, but I took a deep breath and slipped into the scented bath. After a fashion, the warm scented water relaxed me and I dozed briefly. Alexa woke me with a kiss and said, “Come on, princess, the girls are here.” I combed out my hair and put on the things Alexa had laid out for me. I put on some mascara and lipstick and went downstairs to meet the ladies who would take me for my final preparation and my complete submission to feminization. Alexa handed me my purse and gave me a kiss, “Enjoy the day, princess!” Cath, Kitty and Deedee took me by both my arms and outside we went to the waiting limo.

In the limo it was four girls giggling and having a delicious time. Deedee pulled out a bottle of bubbly and we all had a toast. I was so nervous and Kitty snuggled against me and reassured me that everything would be fine. She talked to me like an older sister. After a few minutes the champagne relaxed me and we arrived at the salon, four happy girls already for a day of pampering and girl talk.

The salon was a spectacularly feminine environment. Everything just screamed GIRL. One of the ladies came and escorted Kitty and me back to her station. Kitty would stay with me for the whole time to keep me company and make sure I did not freak out. This was an awfully large step and I knew there was no going back ever since my bridal shower, when my chastity belt was put in place. She squeezed my hand and the lady went to work, shampooing and combing out my hair. Alexa had chosen an elaborate up-do for my hairstyle. She wanted to make sure my tiara would be shown off to the max.

Kitty was having her hair done as well and we chatted as the salon lady put our hair in curlers and let us sit for a bit so the solution could set. Soon we were underneath the dryers and the lady started on my nails. I had permanent silk wraps now for over a year as Alexa insisted. Pretty nails make a girl move her hands in a graceful feminine manner. I was going to be ALL girl.

After the dryer was finished we were taken for makeup, and my veil, along with my tiara, was brought out for the finishing touches. My face was creamed and foundation put on. She made my eyes look dramatic even with subtle colors. A bride should never be garish with her makeup. She finished my makeup and started on Kitty and I watched as she became so lovely. She did Kitty’s hair first and it looked glorious. Kitty got my veil and tiara and the lady began taking the curlers out. Slowly my hair was wound into an elegant up-do. She placed my tiara in front and pinned it in place. Kitty was watching and smiling. Just then the bridesmaids came in and they had our gowns with them. They needed help from one of the salon ladies to carry my dress. The lovely lilac dresses Alexa and I chose for the bridesmaids were brought in as well. The girls went to get dressed first and the salon lady placed my veil in my hair.

She then escorted me to a private dressing room to wait till my maids were done dressing and then could help me. My gown was brought in and taken out of the bag. It was a hand made lacey frilly pouffy dress and had a large petticoat to go underneath. I arranged my veil carefully and sat down to wait for my maids. As I sat I became more and more nervous. I was shaking and it was getting worse. Just then Kitty came in.

She was a complete vision, my maid of honor. She sat beside me and I felt better. She even brought the rest of the champagne so I could have a bit before they started dressing me. the bridesmaids came in and we all had another glass of champagne and I relaxed. Kitty told me to take off all my clothes and then Cath produced my lingerie, but she said there was one thing that had to be done before my dressing could begin. I was naked with the exception of my chastity belt. The female hormones had not yet castrated me and my trapped penis strained against its cage. Cath gave my testicles a squeeze and so began an hour of teasing that made me drip uncontrollably. It was pure torture as I knew Alexa would not allow release. Surrounded by femininity and whimpering while the girls teased and touched and kissed me I was a total sissy now. I was begging for them to take my belt off so I could cum, but they just laughed and told me I knew my chastity was permanent until my female hormones had done their job.

When they were sure I would continue to drip for the rest of the day, Deedee poured another glass for us and Cath started dressing me in my lingerie. First were the pretty lace panties, covering my chastity belt and presenting a nice flat front. She had me stand and my corset was placed on me. I leaned against the wall and Cath pulled the laces tighter and tighter. Kitty and Deedee drank and looked on smiling. Finally she finished and tied it off. Now my figure was in an hourglass shape with my budding breasts showing considerable cleavage. She had me sit and pure white stockings were rolled up my legs and attached to the garters on the corset. Deedee and Kitty held my veil and Cath lowered the huge petticoat over my head. She adjusted it and snapped it in place.

I was made to stand while the girls took a bit of a break. They looked so casual, so happy just to be girls. They were dressed the way girls were expected to dress if they were part of a wedding party. I was the bride and it still felt peculiar to me.

They finished their champagne and the bridesmaids unbuttoned my gown and as Kitty held my veil they lowered the lovely dress over my head and settled it onto the voluminous petticoat. Deedee fussed with the skirt and laid the long train out so it showed beautifully. I slipped my arms into the sleeves that began at the shoulders in lovely rich satin puffs and ended at the wrist in a row of satin buttons. Cath began buttoning the back and with each button I could feel myself being trapped in a lovely satin prison. My diamond engagement ring sparkled along side my French manicured fingernails. The hands of a woman, I mused. At last Cath finished buttoning and I was in my dress. Kitty arranged the veil and Deedee arranged the train. Cath produced a camera to take the first of dozens of pictures to be taken. Kitty unwrapped my bouquet, placing it in my hands as Cath snapped picture after picture. Alexa wanted lots of photos so she could have constant reminders of what I was to become, a woman.

Kitty took my hand. Cath took my veil. Deedee took my train and I was led out into the main shop where all the ladies gasped when they saw me. Some even cried a bit saying I looked so beautiful. The girls led me to the limo and carefully I was helped to the center of the back seat. Kitty sat beside me holding my hand and the bridesmaids sat facing us. No more champagne till after the ceremony. They did not want to ruin my lipstick or their own. I was getting nervous again and Kitty gave me a kiss to calm me. I was going to Alexa and into complete femininity.

Chapter Two: The Ceremony

The limo drove toward my fate. The girls were laughing and smiling at me. Kitty held my hand and tried to keep me calm. All at once we arrived at the park just down the street from the chapel. There was a horse drawn carriage waiting there. The girls helped me out of the limo and into the carriage. Kitty whispered to me that I was to take a half hour carriage ride to be alone with my thoughts. The carriage would then take me to the church. I would arrive by myself so all could see. The girls got back in the limo and off the carriage driver went. We went along slowly. This was really scaring me and I could feel what was left of my manhood straining against its cage. I was leaking and I started to cry. I was to become a woman and I had no choice in the matter. I wish one of the girls had stayed with me, but this was Alexa’s instruction. She wanted my anticipation to get the best of me so I would be a total sissy, all weepy and shaking as I arrived for the ceremony.

Finally the carriage pulled up in front of the chapel where a huge crowd was gathered. I must have been quite a sight all alone in the carriage. All the women were crying tears of joy for me. Everyone was dressed beautifully. It was a sea of gowns in front of the church. I knew what awaited me inside.

Kitty took my hand and the girls helped with my dress and veil. Up the stairs we went, my dainty heels clicking on the stone. We stopped in the foyer. the bridesmaids carefully arranged my gown and veil for my walk down the aisle. I heard the music begin the bridal march and there was Alexa, beginning her walk. I started to cry; she looked so beautiful. Her dress was simple with a short train and instead of a long veil she had a wreath of flowers in her hair. She was the picture of femininity on her wedding day. I know she wanted me to feel the same way and all at once I was overjoyed. I knew it would all be wonderful now. She gracefully did the wedding march up the aisle and arrived at the altar just as the music subsided.

There was a pause of silence and the music began again, and my bridesmaids one by one walked up the aisle, leaving me alone again. As Deedee, the last maid, took her place at the altar, I began my walk. Alexa turned and smiled at me as if to say come on girl you can do it. My gown felt like it weighed a ton as I slowly walked down the aisle. My blusher covering my nervous face, I arrived at the altar. I took Alexa’s outstretched hand. She smiled, being so proud of me. We said our vows and our “I do’s”. Kitty produced a piece of paper with an additional vow for me to read:

I pledge from this day forward to be completely feminine in every way.

I pledge to obey my wonderful Mistress in all matters and to become the best and most beautiful woman I can be.

Alexa smiled and lifted my blusher. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, long and softly. She whispered, tonight you shall understand the total meaning of that vow. We turned and the pastor proclaimed us Mistress and Mrs., and hand in hand we walked back down the aisle with my maids in tow. Out in front of the church the carriage awaited. The girls helped me into the carriage and Alexa sat beside me. A crowd gathered and clapped and waved as Alexa and I were whisked off to the reception.

The huge hall that had been rented for the event was decorated with flowers and garlands. It looked like a fairytale. We sat and waited for my maids to arrive and help me down from the carriage. Alexa wanted me to keep my veil attached for the whole reception. Even though it was cumbersome, she wanted me to dance and socialize with it on. It made me move slowly and gracefully.

We had a private toast between us and the band started playing “When a Man Loves a Woman.” Alexa led me as I delicately held my train and veil. She was whispering how special she was going to make our honeymoon and that by the time it was over I would be well acquainted with how a woman feels. One toast after another, a sumptuous meal, and many, many audience-inspired kisses it was time for my bouquet toss and then time to begin our lives together.

My maids, Alexa, and I got into the limo for our ride to the hotel. The girls brought another bottle of champagne for the long ride. I sensed there were games to be played as all the girls were laughing and smiling in a most devious way at me. Alexa and I were settled on one side of the back seat and the girls on the other side facing us. Champagne was poured and with each sip Alexa kissed me and I could feel my chastity belt straining to hold back my clitty. Alexa instructed the girls to make sure my chastity belt and sheath were intact and to change the pad. As the girls held my dress Kitty lowered my panties and put a fresh pad in and then the girls pulled my dress back so all could see my tortured privates. “Oh they are just such a lovely shade of blue,” Kitty commented. Alexa told her to massage them a bit and with that kissed me deeply. “Yes, dearest, this is just the beginning. You are going to be teased and fondled until your hormones take all that stiffness and dripping away. Think of it as draining off the last of your masculinity.” Kitty kept massaging, and the bridesmaids took their turns. In a short time I was dripping uncontrollably. Tears of frustration were in my eyes and Alexa just kissed them away. “No darling there will be none of that on MY honeymoon. I will not permit any male behavior from you. You are a WOMAN”. With that the girls lowered my dress and returned to their seats. Finally we arrived at the hotel. Alexa invited the girls up for a nightcap and into the elevator we went and up to the bridal suite.

Chapter 3: The Wedding Night

“Leave her gown on for now and the headpiece and veil. I want her to stay in it as long as possible. I want no question in her mind that she is to be the woman in this marriage.” With that Alexa went into the bedroom to change her clothes and the girls helped me get seated on an elegant divan. I was posed. It was not particularly comfortable. I felt more like a doll that the girls were playing bridal dress up with. Alexa returned, wearing a black baby doll negligee, with a package wrapped in pretty paper and ribbon. She handed it to me and bid me open it. As I unwrapped the gift I saw it was a fairly large strap-on dildo. Alexa smiled, “Time for the real lesson to begin.”

She had the girls lift my gown again and check on my tortured clitty. It was still dripping and I was soooooooooo frustrated. The girls all laughed and my dress was put back down. Everything was feminine and would always be so from now on. “Get her ready girls,” Alexa said. With that I was escorted into the bedroom and carefully my veil was removed and then my dress. Cath produced the bridal negligee that I was to wear on my wedding night, a sumptuous ivory night gown with a lovely flowing robe. She sat me at the vanity and unpinned my hair and brushed it out into a seductive wave. A bit of hairspray to hold it in place and a dash of my perfume and I was ready for Alexa. Cath left me, and Alexa came in, closing the door behind her. I could hear the girls laughing and carrying on in the other room.

Alexa removed her clothes and put the strap-on around her lovely hips. “Come darling, it is time to take your virginity.” With that she took me by the hand and lifted my gown and had me lie on the edge of the bed with my derriere in the air. She put a generous amount of lubricant on the dildo and a bit in my puss. “Ready darling?,” she asked. I choked back a cry and she entered me. Oh my goodness!! It felt like a telephone pole was going up my ass! Slowly she worked it back and forth and soon my puss was grabbing on wanting more and more. I could feel my dripping become more and more intense but no relief. Alexa clung to my neck kissing me passionately. “Feel it darling! Nothing but a lovely drip and a good milking is all you will get each night now. Soon you will orgasm as a woman does with a kind of full body tremble, but you will NEVER cum as a man again!”

Slowly she withdrew the cock and took it off. Then she bade me kneel in front of her and she spread her legs and I was made to tongue her to orgasm over and over again, all the while knowing I would never get the relief I so badly needed. After what must have been her fourth orgasm, we fell asleep in each others’ arms to the sound of laughter in the other room. The girls knew exactly what was in store for me.

[Based on a sissy bride story by Yvonne, published on sissyville.com — thanks, Yvonne!]

cage with crying, naked sissy

it was noisy as mistress led me into the club–in a short skirt, thigh highs and red strap-back whoreheels. she was dressed in a black tailored pantsuit. the noise simmered down as she entered towing me along by my leash and pink collar which said S-I-S-S-Y. she guided me (by yanking on the leash) to a couple other doms that she apparently knew and said hello to them as i dropped to my knees and kissed the ass of each of them as she introduced me to them. she smiled at my uninstructed obedient behavior. there was a large wrought iron cage in the center of the room with a crying, naked sissy inside it. the cage was on a rope and pulley rig which could be raised about 12 feet.

the bitch that was currently residing in it was glistening for whatever reason as he was granted release and scurried across the room as though nobody could see him, enduring catcalls, being slapped-ass and face–and groped rather fiercely. i asked mistress alexa why the cage had an assortment of panties in it and she told me that when the caged bitch got felt up successfully or did something degrading as instructed, the dom who ‘scored’ threw her panties into the cage as a tribute to his sissyness.

i leaned into her and commented on a particular pair of lavender lacies(she demanded that i be in panties every day) because i had none of those and she told me that if a sissy bitch had no courage and ran off without collecting their bounty, it was up for grabs. she unleashed me and pushed me forward. i stumbled a little and then minced my naughty heels into the cage hoping these panties were in decent shape. i bent(at the knees) and picked them up-ecstatic at the treasure. clean, perfect condition, and close enough to my size. i could not believe my luck, as i heard the cage door slam shut.

as i heard the cage door slam shut. AS I HEARD THE CAGE DOOR SLAM SHUT. it took that long for my wonderment at my own luck to disappear faster than a nice set of rims at a p diddy concert. not just trapped, but exposed–as my pantiless sissy ass was slowly hoisted into the air!! and -not out of shame, since i was in a skirt, nylons and heels-i quickly stepped into the lavender panties, unaware that quick thinking was forbidden here in ‘she speaks’.

as mistress alexa barked at me, i reluctantly shed my newfound love, one leg at a time, until the only crotchcover i had was firmly in my fist. the cage was elevated to about 10 feet and every lady in the place could see up my skirt at my nasties–shaved and on display. i noticed i was one of only 3 or 4 “men” in the place as i felt the cage being lowered to the floor. finally- i could reconnect with my mistress and exit this cage. i saw a tall redheaded, leatherclad dom hang a sign of ‘rules’ on the wall as i hit the floor. unable to read them i was grateful that ms alexa came to me and told me to back myself into the rear corner of the cage and do everything this redhead instructed me to do. i backed to my corner, still looking at my mistress, as i felt the cage at my back and hands raise my skirt.

my man nuts were seized in a tight fist, tied with a tight strip of leather, and then fastened to the bottom bar of my new home–effectively assuring that i was exposed and bent over. the volume level went skyward but i had no idea why? mistress filled me in: the redhead was the owner of the lavender panties and she ‘won’ me because i chose them. the cheering was because a roulette wheel was being brought out to be spun and determine who got me first. what? thats right–it was ‘sissy gets used’ night. there would be 3 spins and each ‘winner’ would be using me however she felt. before any of this happened, two gorgeous doms were delivered to the top of the cage and one strolled over to the corner above me, took her panties off and tossed them down at my bent over sissified self. she then pissed down on me-long and hard. then mistress number two pissed me–to the absolute delight of the doms watching.

Boy/Girls Are Always In Demand — Especially Randy!

Have a look at this collection of retro and vintage transgender transvestite pulp, with Astounding Transvestite Tales, stories of the Drag Trade, Boys Will Be Girls and Diary of a Transvestite Hooker, which has on its cover: “Sometimes it was dangerous, sometimes it was fun, but boy/girls are always in demand — especially Randy!”

 

you will have on pink panties. reach into them and get your

i had just finished shaving and kissing my wife goodbye as she rushed out the door. i decided on some lacy blue panties, slid them up over my cock-taking my time since it felt incredible–when the phone rang. i trotted towards it, fully aware of the feeling this was causing in my groin.

“hello?”, i said.
“hello, pussy. this is mistress alexa.”

—i began to swell even more–

“youre very fortunate today as i am flying into san diego at 1 pm. YOU are going to fiinally put out for me!”

as i attempted to ignore my hard-on and quiet my heartrate at the same time, i wondered what she had in store for me. she explained:

“at about 1:45, you need to be at the ladys room at the western end of terminal 2-directly across from the cinnabon shop. watch the restroom door and when you are certain that there are no women in there, you will enter and go into the second stall from the left. lock the door and take down your shorts. you will have on pink panties. reach into them and get your cock hard, then tug them down to your knees and leave them. slap your hard meat 3 times. sometime about two oclock, i will enter the restroom. i will knock ONE time on your stall door. you will unlock the door, turn back around, spread your feet, bend over and steady yourself with your hands on the toilet. i am going to come in, lock the door, and enter your ass with my strapon. DO NOT cry out. brace yourself-it is large and i intend for you to remember this.”–

my cock leaked into the blue panties.

“any questions?am i clear?”–

“crystal clear mistress”, i replied.

“good bitch. now shake your ass and get moving.”–

she hung up and i hustled to clean up and get some pink panties on under my gym shorts, before driving to the airport where i was gonna take an ass-pounding in the ladies’ room, from an eager mistress. the drive was uneventful and i got to my assigned area, carefully watching the comings and goings of the restroom.

at about 1:50, i saw my opening and walked toward the door and went past it, quickly made a u-turn, and entered the ladies’ room and took up residence in the stall as ordered. i paused to calm down a bit, took down my shorts and slid my hand down into my panties, stroking myself slowly and paying more and more attention to my clit. i heard voices enter the room-two women who knew each other-one at the sink or mirror and one in the stall next to me-tinkling and chatting.

moments later, they left and i resumed my duties, jacking my swollen cock to maximum hardness. i tugged my panties down to my knees and stood up–looked down at my skyward dick, and slapped it 3 times-perhaps scolding it for behaving in this manner (rock hard)–at a time like this, my manly ass-devoid of my panties now- awaiting its impending ravaging by my mistress’ rubber cock. there was a single knock at my ladies’ room stall door.

i hadnt even heard mistress alexa enter, which meant she had heard my cock slapping. i turned and unlatched the stall door, turned back around, spread my feet, bent way over and placed my hands firmly on the toilet seat that i cleaned earlier-with my tiny pink dainties around my knees. seconds later the door opened, i felt mistress enter and heard the locking of our ‘stall of bitchification’. i heard a light rustling of clothing and i knew this was it–i was gonna get my pussy filled by my dominant, sexy mistress-whom id never met-still. and i wanted it. all of it.

there was a hand on the small of my back, urging me to better position to facilitate my fucking. i dipped my lower back-like a good slut-and felt her step forward. more rustling and then one hand holding my ass open as the knob of her cock spread jelly on my exposed hole. again. again. and now i had a pretty good idea of the size of her ‘pal’–large. very. she eased into me and backed off, eased in further and …stayed–pushing forward some more seconds later. a lady entered and took up residence in the stall on the far right, letting loose a very strong flow of urine. knowing that this had undoubtedly distracted me, mistress introduced another inch and a half of cock to my stretched bottom–causing me to lose my breath. she paused until piss-lady began washing her hands, and then pulled out of my eager ass and re-entered, slowly beginning a rhythm.

in about 3 minutes she had fully entered me and there would never be any question about my virginity–or my willingness to cede it in an airport ladies’ room toilet stall. completely filled with cock and now being pretty well slammed, i could hear the thighs of my mistress smacking into my ass–coupled with my grunts (with the room now empty i was losing the composure battle) . the door opened and the pumping dick in my ass halted, my breathing came inward, stayed there for a minute and quietly left my body as i remained bent over the toilet–ass filled as another woman peed in our unannounced hideout. she flushed and two more women came in to use the bathrrom and mistress pushed in ever so slightly and withdrew quite a lot–then easing all of her rubber pal into my quaking ass until i felt her thighs meld with my cheeks–whereupon she began gyrating her hips and stretching me wider yet.

i felt her hand reach around me and grasp my cock, drippy now with the delight of a well-fucked skank. she slowly pumped my stiff meat and paused to heft my balls in her palm–speaking quietly the only words she would say during the whole encounter. as the women washed up and began to leave, mistress leaned all the way forward(and into my ass) and whispered-“for months ive wondered how your prodigious cock would feel in my fist like this. and how it will feel in my hand as i milk the fucking thing dry.”–i could feel what seemed like a 4 or 5 inch surge-with definite leakage, which she rubbed across my lips.

she began her fucking anew, pulling out half way and quickly refilling me. then mistress alexa FUCKED me. i mean savagely plowed into my ass–rapid, deep thrusts–say 35-40 pumps per minute–non-stop ripping into my widened asshole. i was grunting outloud now and gasping -as was my mistress, with her efforts. if anyone came in now i just prayed she might still be able to hear them. she gave 3, 4, 5 brutal thrusts into me and gasped–i think she may have orgasmed, before slowing and leveling out with more kinder thrusts while now jacking my cock lightly and slowly, the exact way i do it myself. pumping my ass and prick at the same time was impossible to take and i began to crest; ass clenching tightly around her cock, balls rising and my hardon swelling and challenging the circumference of her fist.

i could hear her ‘ummm’ as she felt exactly what she had done to me–transmitted thru the veins and twitching muscles in my cock. her ass pounder was steady and true and about to make a genuine sissy whore out of me. who else would be this hard and ejaculate with a huge cock in her panty-dropped ass. she knew it. and i was virtually certain of it. she rocked into me 3 more times as she teasingly pumped my traitor of a dick. and it then revealed me for what i am now–mistress alexa’s sissy bitch, as she closed her hand over the end of my dick while dancing her pinky and ring fingers along the underside, urging my clit to give her even more evidence of my slutiness. it did not let her down. as she popped her cock all the way into me once more, my balls let loose, spurting shot after shot of hot spunk into her waiting, trapping hand-causing her to adjust her grip to gather it all.

she pulled her cock out of me and resumed her collecting of my still spraying cockjuice, garnering quite a tribute to herself. she moaned, reached around me and showed me how much of a whore i had been, before dipping two fingers into the large puddle of pudding, stepping back, and stuffing the gooey jizz into my splayed open asshole. again she rammed a load into me. and once more. then she packed it in nice and deep with her cock-making sure that i would always know how it felt to have hot manspunk in my ass the same time as a big dick. i mean, a sissy SHOULD know these things, right? never know when your mistress may wish to sell you…….

she pulled out of my empty nest–no-there was no ‘pop’–as her cock left me. not after that reaming. and i kinda hoped the spunk would stay inside me–or it may go thru my shorts and reveal me for the cumdumster i was–to an airport full of strangers. also because it felt good up there. mistress held her hand-silently-in front of my face. i dipped my head and began to slurp it out of her offered hand-dipping my tongue into the pool, scooping my own bitch jizm onto it and cradling it into my mouth, before swallowing it down. i did feel so fucking nasty, and did it again. there was plenty there and she then smeared some all over my face-before wiping the remainder all over my ass and yanking my panties up into the sticky mess. she reached back and swatted my panty-ass 5 times before squeezing my balls and making her silent exit.

i caught my breath, pulled up my shorts-heard the door close, steadied myself and waddled to the mirror. what to do? try to see her for the first time? or clean myself up? i couldnt very well run out with cum all over my face and my hair matted with it–feeling it slowly course thru my tiny panties! she had planned her escape well–i cleaned up-quickly-and left. i found a secluded spot and took out my cellphone. i knew i could leave a message at her home-i just needed to find the words to say ‘thank you-for fucking my ass into exhaustion.’-or something to that effect. i dialed her home number-nervously-to thank my mistress. SHE ANSWERED!!?????????????????

My Catering Tart

Hello!

Although it’s been nearly a week since we spoke, I am still thinking about you, your narrative and how you wrapped me up in it and made me a “catering tart”! So I must thank you; the memories have kept me entertained and busy thinking of such things ever since. Thank-you!

You suggested I write and remind you about some of the details of the fantasy so here is my summary:

I had described a story, from Fictionmania, about a boy with acne seeking a solution to clear it up. When a female friend’s mother mentioned how “the pill” had worked for her, a (somewhat predictable) series of events followed, which included the boy getting birth contol pills from his friend, as well as his own mother, and following a pathway to femininity.

That series is found on Fictionmania.com under the title “My Wonderful Obsession” by Donna Turner.
(http://www.fictionmania.tv/searchdisplay/authordisplay.html?word=4437

My main criticism (also predictable) of that story was the lack of sexual situations – even when, in one chapter, the main character had sex with his (temporary) girlfriend, little was made of it. All episodes were “G” rated with the exception of a later chapter which included the description of the main character masturbating his boyfriend – and this done in a way that achieved only an “R” rating. As I progressed through the chapters it occurred to me this was more of a romance novel than a smut story (as I might have been hoping for) and, at some point, I lost interest (not enough to keep me from skimming through to find the sexual parts, of course). However, I will give the writer credit, at least, for story telling and writing skills.

For your version, you took over my description of events in the story where the boy was led into the situation of becoming employed, by his girlfriend’s parents’ catering company, as a serving girl. The mother made every effor to ensure the boy would be completely convincing, not only in dress and comportment but also in situations where the men made passes at the serving girls – in a way that would ensure maximum profitability for the catering company. Later in your rendition, you introduced the boy to a girl who started out “just like him” . . .

I had to stop you at some point after that; I don’t recall exactly what you described that this girl was helping me with but, at the time, it was more than I could handle! I slept well that night but, when I awoke the following morning, I was aroused again and lingered in bed thinking about the catering job (and the “boss” and the “girl” and the events…).

Notable: Holly Finn on Burning Man

Need a place to hang out in turquoise panties and hula-hoop? Buy a ticket to Burning Man

“Burning Man is the well tanned embodiment of a widespread idea: that creativity comes from infantilization. “Burners” talk dreamily about playing in the sand, with zany art everywhere, glow in the dark necklaces, fancy costumes and psychedelic drugs. Replace that last one with grape juice and you’re talking about preschool….”

Read on about creativity v. infantilism in the WSJ August 27-28 2011, The Dead-End Cult of ‘Burning Man’

Imagine

that you get a phone call and 30 minutes later a taxi comes to your door to take you to an unknown destination. You are given instructions on what to wear (panties, sometimes, stockings, sometimes, more…) and what to put inside you (sometimes a tickler, sometimes a butt-plug, sometimes a vibrator) and around you (a harness, a belt, a choker, a chastity device).

The taxi isn’t a taxi and the driver is a beautiful and dark with a perfectly cut suit. He straps you in, pulls down your pants, and turns on on ipad with a recorded message from me, preparing you for your encounter. It tells you that you are expected to perform for the man who is driving the car, but does not specify the particular perversions. In the past, you have been taken out of town, sometimes to farms or parks or truck stops, sometimes to restaurants, sometimes to offices, to executive suites…

Every time it is different.

You are allowed to tell noone.

You are punished if you bring a phone, or a credit card, or a watch.