Boyfriend Force-Feminized by Girlfriend
by Deborah Jennings
In a country cottage on a Sunday morning a bedroom door was opened and after a head quickly glanced into the room an authoritative woman’s voice said.
” No don’t do that and come down stairs once you’ve got your top on and done your make up, there’s some lippy and foundation in one of the draws that should do you … sissy, do you understand …. I said do you understand ?”.
The male stood there looking at the dressing table and meekly replied. His girlfriend then leaving him to finish getting ready. He was now already having an ever increasing feeling of uncertainty about what any future plans his girlfriend may have contrived for him.
But once those finishing touches of make-up had been applied, he dutifully descended the stairs and made his way to the living room.
Half lying there on a black leather sofa was his freshly showered girlfriend, clothed as she was in a short white bath robe and with her damp auburn shoulder length hair wrapped in a towel.
“Come and stand in front of me and don’t say a word, come on stand …. don’t be shy” mockingly “that’s it … in front of the fire place”.
Tentatively the ashamed male came forward and stood before his girlfriend, timidly looking down as he did so.
“Turn around … slowly … that’s it”.
Still looking down the male felt completely exposed and vulnerable, he wanted the ground to swallow him up, his girlfriend’s unremitting gaze never averting.
Back facing his girlfriend who now sat on the edge of the sofa, legs provocatively half spread, her naked, body visible the bath robe untied open she slowly stood and came to stand in front of her boyfriend, her 38 dd breasts showing, nipples hard, pert, aroused, her trimmed sex openly displaying her inviting, consuming wanton womanhood.
Slowly one of her hands caressed the black 15 Denier tight covered thigh of her boyfriend and whilst she stared at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. Slowly her other hand lifted up her boyfriend’s reluctant face to hers. Still looking into her boyfriend’s eyes this hand now slipped down and under the black pleted mini skirt the boyfriend wore and caressed his upper inner thigh, her other hand now having traced its way to his crotch where it now began to feel, squeeze and massage his balls and his stiffening cock, which caused the utterance of a soft betraying groan. Moving even closer she tongued and nibbled his ear and whispered into it.
“Your enjoying this, I can tell by your cock, its aching … isn’t it, its such a male give away … always, a give away, come on … admit it”.
“Yes” he muttered and groaned again as her hand rubbed his cock up and down ever more vigorously, his legs now trembling, weak, separating, she wanking his cock harder, quicker, quicker and harder, quicker, harder, harder and quicker his cock rigid, rock hard.
“Slut” she whispered in his ear. Then standing back she said.
“Up stairs now … come on, you go in front so I can see your fucking sissy arse and your girly lace panties as you go up”.
When passing her she forcefully slapped his mini skirted arse causing him to yelp.
“You really are a bloody pathetic male arnt you, get up those stairs and into the master bedroom. Which now I suppose is your Mistress’s now , sounds good that, yea …. I so do like that. Now move your … fucking …
sissy arse” another harder slap.
The boyfriend had never known his girlfriend to be like this, the swearing, the way she was acting, strict and dirty, the way she was dominating him, its domination isn’t it and she’s loving it! He thought as he now ascended to the top of the stairs.
Once in the bedroom the male’s girlfriend dominatrix sat cross legged on the edge of the king sized bed and removed the towel atop her head. “Stand behind me and dry my hair slut, use the brush next to the hairdryer on the bedside table”.
The male complied and began to dry his dominatrix girlfriends hair she groaned sexually as he did so, her bathrobe almost completely open.
“Good … ah” she uttered, her head back and her breasts thrust out.
Then one of her hands reached behind her and rubbed the rock hard cock of her sissy slut boyfriend.
Again his legs were trembling causing him to fight for balance in the black patent four inch stiletto sissy heels he wore and was ankle strapped into.
When his dominatrix girlfriend’s hair was dry and combed out the sissy slut was ordered to position himself on the bed. He was on his back, legs spread open and arms behind his head, pleated black mini skirt pulled up.
Bathrobe completely open his dominatrix girlfriend moved herself to sit astride and upon this crotch and leaning back she said.
“This is how a woman makes love to another woman” and ground her wet glistening sex on to the nylon and lace encased stiff cock of her dominated sissy male.
“Now learn your fucking place slut, your mine now, … all mine”.
Groaning and moaning she slowly rode the stiff cock toward her wanted satisfaction then dismounting she went to work with a knowing hand on the sissy engorged cock.
Releasing his cock from its girly panty confinement she pulled his foreskin back then proceeded to wank it through the nylon gusset of the tights.
The exposed shiny sensitive purple headed gland getting evermore sensitive to the friction of the nylon rubbed against it, rubbed, rubbed and chafed and rubbed as her cock milking wank became evermore vigorous and intense.
“Come … come on …. come, I want your spunk, … spunk, … SPUNK, … S … P … U … N … K.”
The male tried to resist but he knew he was soon going to be brought to a massive climax..argh, …soon.
“SPUNK …Come on spunk …spunk, spunk, spunk … fucking S P U N K, fucking come, fucking spunk … come on, come, come, COME … ah good, good sissy, more … more …” she triumphantly demanded as a jet of white hot semen erupted from the eye of the sissy penis, and then another, then another all embedding themselves into the sieve like mesh of the tights gusset.
Relentlessly his dominatrix girlfriend wanked his cock even harder and harder forcing the semen through the gauze as her boyfriend now submitted to everything happening and groaned “yes” when asked if he was a sissy slut.
“I am a sissy slut, your sissy slut Mistress.”
“Keep saying it until I tell you to stop, come on, I’m a sissy slut”.
The sissy kept up repeating
“You pathetic cd come slut, come, … fuck. I’m going to make sure you remain like it for the rest of the time you’ll serve me and after I’ve finished with you, you’ll forever be a sissy CD fucking girly slut. But now I want more spunk”
The boyfriend groaned and a feeble dribble of milked man-hood essence came seeping out of his conquered cock.
All the while repeating
“I am a sissy slut”.
“I am a sissy slut”.
“And don’t fucking forget it, will you”
“No” replied the defeated sissy, his essence now almost totally milked expertly, extracted, drained. His aching balls still being squeezed and crushed along with the demands for more milked extract of sissy essence .
“Fucking come, fucking come again, MORE … I want more spunk … ,fucking more … do you hear you fucking sissy” she shouted,” … it’s not enough, I’m going to drain you do you hear, drain you of your male essence, strip you of your maleness, … stripping you … “.