My Mistress Makes Me Dress Like a Girl
Mistress Morena is my owner and God. I am Her property and I will worship her forever. Although she is strict and often cruel, I would never choose any other life than the one of complete servitude, obedience and degradation that I have been fortunate enough to live for over two years now.
Our life together started with my begging to be allowed to be her complete slave forever. I crawled to her and begged fervently on my knees in a sort of semi-public place. I told her I wanted her to take complete control of me and train me to serve her in absolutely any way she wished. I was quite serious and I am very fortunate that Mistress Morena accepted me as her slave. She is a completely superior and beautiful woman and I’m lucky to live at her beautiful cruel feet.
I knew Mistress Morena was very strict even sadistic. I had known her for 8 or 9 years and had watched her control someone else regularly. She truly loves giving pain and controlling me with anything from simple face slapping, very hard nipple pinching and trampling to regular whippings and canings with a wide variety of whips and paddles she likes to use. It is clearly understood that although these beatings are often punishment for something specific and part of my on-going training to serve her, Mistress beats and tortures me primarily because hurting me gives her great pleasure. She usually laughs when I squirm or cry out. Then, of course, I’m beaten for not holding still enough.
We also enjoy daily rituals that reinforce our relationship and status to one another. We try everyday for Mistress Morena’s very first step of the day to be on my cock. I sit or kneel beside the bed and her very first step out of bed in the morning is on my genitals. She puts her full weight on my dick which I obediently place on the floor for this wonderful and appropriate ritual. She usually likes to grind her full weight into it as she casually laughs and proceeds to the bathroom. Of course I have to crawl behind her on all fours, take off my pretty pink nightgown and be ready to perform as her complete toilet slave. This is absolutely NOT a made up or fabricated story. WE are both very committed to this as our reality on a daily basis. We both love it very much. I don’t exaggerate and if I mention something it is completely true and our behavior is exactly as I am describing.
One of Mistress Morena’s very favorite training for a male slave is feminization and very strict training as her personal maid. I have to keep my toenails painted a bright red or hot pink at all times. In our home I have to be either completely naked or dressed in whatever feminine attire Mistress orders. I am never allowed to do any housework without at least one or two articles of lingerie on. I have several pairs of heels, mostly open toed so my pretty painted toenails show, lots of nylons, skirts and dresses and am required to wear whatever Mistress decides. She feels I am sexy dressed femininely but more importantly that this humiliates me and keeps me more submissive. I do all Her laundry, ironing and housework dressed as Her slave-girl in frilly petti-coats and heels or tight skirts and dresses. I am not at all passable as a woman and it is very humiliating and and keeps me in line and my mind on my service and devotion to Her Highness, Mistress Morena.
Mistress Morena has just recently commanded that I must keep my legs completely shaved and smooth at all times for Her pleasure and amusement. Mistress Morena is the boss…………period. I obey her absolutely and without question. I have learned the very severe consequences of even very small mistakes time after time.
The punishment I fear most is the belt. Mistress has a heavy leather belt used only for this purpose. I have to bend over the bed, pull up my little dress or skirt and pull down my panties so Mistress can punish me. She is so magnificent and beautiful when she whips me. I can usually see her out of the corner of my eye as she raises Her belt high over her head and and brings it down with full force to thrash my butt and the backs of my thighs so hard I’m nearly in tears when she is finished. She has thrashed me in this manner in excess of 100 strokes more than once. She was actually winded when she was done. I worship and fear her completely. She likes to make me stand in the corner after I get the belt. I have to keep my skirt up and my panties down around my ankles for 20 minutes or more. Mistress likes to see the huge, red welts her belt leaves and once even snapped a Polaroid of me in the corner this way. She says it is to remind me of my status and her authority and to keep me in line. Believe me, it works! All she has to do is get out that photo and I get scared. I have to stand there with my nose pressed tightly into the corner and apologize and promise to be a good girl. When I am finally allowed to come out of the corner, I have to crawl to Mistress Morena and thank her for correcting me. I have to kiss her beautiful hand and then kiss the whip and beg her to forgive me.
I love Mistress Morena and our life together more than I can express in words on a page. This is not a game we play. We don’t have “scenes” or “play” at all. We don’t switch or pretend to do things and act out fantasies. We are a complete life-style couple and I am a very happy slave indeed!