When I said I needed to stop for a while she ramped up everything and I was taking 3 of the vitamin pills a day for her which seemed ok cause they were just vitamins, getting my rear end plugged and filled twice a day and she decided to rub in the moisturizer to my chest herself twice a day and 3 times a day on weekends. This was a whole new level of bondage for me. But there was no changing her mind. We finally came to a stop outside a nail salon. I had never felt so effeminate before. Linda tossed me a pair of flip flops and said it was time to go.
Come on — I want both hands and feet. For a 19-year-old, the lure of adventure was too strong. She was so into sports and hardly ever acted like a girl. I watched her carefully and expertly paint first my toenails, then my fingernails jet black one by one. I was on the planet Whor, where women were the stronger sex and men were slaves.
A million thoughts went through my head: Maybe I would be rescued; what if they were cannibals; what if nobody ever came and I was left like this. Could I have girl time all this weekend? It was similar to what I was already wearing, except the material seemed like blue satin and I loved the feel of the cloth on my skin. My dick got hard right away and Linda commented how cute it was. My man hood was locked within a chastity device, and I was entirely naked. Explores the theme of recovering lost parts of ourselves. She then took me back and instead of tying me to a tree, took me inside the cave. As we climbed out, Linda advised that the chauffeur will get our bags and take them to our room.
It was one of those cold, unflinching stares she gave when I annoyed her. Suddenly she stopped me and to my chagrin, produced a doubled-headed wooden dildo. I marvelled at her strength. I took the hint and began kissed the foot with alacrity. She had been keeping an eye on me since the suicide bid, keeping my ankles hobbled, still tying me up to the bed at night. My skin went from tan to a pasty white color. Suddenly the carriage stopped and Aunt Margaret asked him to help her down, which he hastened to do, swearing at himself that he was so clumsy not to have thought of it himself.
We're going to make you lose all that stupid muscle you spent years building, and make you a thin little sissy!!! She dresses for work in beautifully tailored, very expensive power suits — usually a pant suit but sometimes a skirt suit. Just the right amount of wild side and adventure. This was a favorite thing she used when one of her maids got a little lazy or slow in the performance of his duties. Joey plopped himself in the chair again his rear reminded him to sit more gently. He caught the brunt of his team mates wrath. Next, my birthday came around, and there was pink trimming on my cake.
Now that she just lightly slapped me and called me a sissy, my dick became rock hard. Dad was right when he said all boys need a place to call their very own. The breeze that came up through the hole in the floor gently swirled up his legs and lifted the hem of his dress ever so slightly. Life was starting to look good. Clearly, she was more than just a secretary, I thought. This continued on and on, slowly but surely making me like the color more and more.
Spankings were soon dished out. My muscles started to deteriorate, and she didn't let me cut my hair, so my hair started to get long. When about thirteen, I came under the tutelage of an aunt, a confirmed tight lacer, whose two daughters were brought up the same way and who at sixteen and eighteen had delightfully slender waists as the result of rigorous tight lacing. Looking at me, no one, and I mean no one, would have thought I was a boy then. She seemed to be losing patience with me and was getting angry.
Kevin loved his wardrobe of dresses, slips, panties, and night wear. I would recommend this amazing book to anyone trans, also partners, wives or friends who would enjoy these stories. I promise you can take it off tomorrow. Boys who resist sissification are put into tight corsets and undergo complete petticoat punishment. Kevin thought that was such a waste, here she was a real girl and wanted to be boy. All the stories are set in a variety of situations and the descriptions give real focus and depth.