A Female Supremacy & Feminization Story by Deborah Jennings
Down at the Female Supremacist Party sheep dip dominatrix Susan walked along inspecting the sixteen
laid out Upper Form girlys.
After being totally immersed in F.S.P. 90+ Serum ( a dilute of 90 per cent spunk and 10 per cent intense feminine hormone additives) the girlys had been ordered to lay out spread eagle. This being so that with the aid of the hot afternoon sun their body would obsorb any remaining areas of wet serum into their skin, thus their bodies.
The drying girlys were all wearing identical outfits these consisting of five inch, knee high, white P.V.C. zipped boots. Micro tiny, tight, white P.V.C. thong splitting leotards and pink latex full head masks, these masks having been worn ever since that mornings registration call. But the most demeaning feminine enhancement they wore was that of their glued on silicon breasts. These full 40 D.D. breasts were made to thrust out, be prouder and jut out more by the tight constricting nature of their P.V.C. girly, micro, tiny leotards.
Dominatrix Susan once happy that the girlys liquid immersion had been completely absorbed barked out her orders.
“Up on your feet you pathetic tranny scum. Form up and dress to rank and file. Now…., I said…., get your lazy useless selves up….Now!”
The girlys were sluggish getting up and forming ranks, but eventually they complied, female hormones busy bombarding their brains, nullifying them into almost brainless compliant servile sluts.
“Right. Quick march, double time, back to the main school building. March”.
The girly column moved off at double time, but it wasn’t long before some girlys were having trouble keeping up to the relentless marching pace. All the while though Dominatrix Susan rode about the slowly slacking column, sitting astride her quad bike, and looking every inch like a dom biker chick, glad as she was in her tight black leather cat suit.
As she circled the girlys she brandished her long switch, lashing the arse cheeks of struggling girls, so forcing them to maintain the punishing pace. This encouragement she kept applying until the column arrived back at the main school buildings and where on inspection it was apparent that nearly every arse cheek showed if not one but two welt marks that had been all to freely dished out by dominatrix Susan. Now though and near the point of exhaustion the girly column was allowed to ‘fall out’.
“You’ll have thirty minutes before your next lesson, so you better have your last meal of the day. So precede to the canteen and enjoy, then shower” a smirk slowly passed across dominatrix Susans face, knowing as she did, what the girly form were to have for this their last meal of the day.
The girlys were served their meal, which was basically the same hormone laden, dietary, liquid meal that they had had for breakfast and lunch, and this on their very first day imprisoned and fast tracked as they were at this Female Supremacist Party Transformation and Feminization Academy.
Lunch over they showered, and were to their relief allowed to remove their full pink latex head masks. Then dressed identically in short pink bathrobes they were led back to their respective dorm.
On top of the trunk’s at the end of each girly bed a vac packed package had been placed.
“Pay attention you pathetic scum. You will on my command inspect and check the number of the package on your trunk, that number should be your F.S.P. slave number. Then if these are the same and only then you are to undress out of your bathrobes and then open the package and put on its contents, making sure as you do that you don’t damage it in anyway. Do you understand” silence ” I said do you understand”.”
“Yes Dominatrix Susan” the girlys all replied.
“Good you can begin”
The girlys checked their individual packages the numbers tallying, then they removed their bathrobes, opened their package and had the first feel of the full body cat suit they were to put on. They then carefully removed the suit from its packaging.
This unique body fitting cat suit had been made to fit each individuals unique body measurements plus an allowance for their later fitted 40 D.D breasts, these measurments having been laser scanned and recorded for this purpose at the schools clinic, prior their first initial sheep dipping immersion.
The feel of the opaque cat suit was oily, squishy, more akin a film or a liquid film that to all accounts seemed like a skin, an oily clingy skin, that just seemed to meld itself to the touch, to the grasp, may be the body.
To some girlys it seemed almost other worldly as they had never seen or touched anything like this slimy, unnatural, substance before.
“When you have put your suit on, sit on the side of your bed ready for my inspection” announced dominatrix Susan.
Eventually every girly was dressed and dominatrix Susan went from one girly to another checking and permanently securing each of their cat suits back zips.
When dominatrix Susan had finished this task she issued that days finale orders. Walking towards the dorms door she stated.
“You will now get into your beds, and cover yourself with your rubber top sheet, you will lie on your back, legs straight but slightly apart, arms out straight but away from your sides. So do it, do it now. Then when I turn the lights off and lock you in, you will lie still. You’ll be monitored via the dorms infra red cameras, so do not attempt to get up or try to remove your suit if you do you’ll have he’ll to pay” the lights went out, the door was locked, the girlys were left in their beds.
Lying there all the girlys one by one dropped off into a sedative induced deep female hormone absorbing sleep, this sedative they had consumed only just previously and unknowingly in their last liquid meal.
Now though they were drifting of into a sea of sleepy female tides and waves, alluring them, seducing them, and dragging them under, drowning their maleness just like the female sirens of old enticing men to there doom.
As dominatrix Anne’s confused hormone filled girly fought but drifted of to his induced sleep he felt the cat suit getting tighter only slightly but he was sure it was getting tighter.
“It is getting tighter” he thought to himself, though unable to talk because of his full head mask.
The suit was really getting tighter and it would continue getting tighter until eventually it would meld itself into the very flesh of the wearer, embed its female constructive shape literally into the subservient male. Soon the girly males in the dorm wouldn’t be able to recognise them selves. They would be the first to under go this fast track feminization and if successful all sexually active males would also have to under go the same Female Supremacist Party process so leading to their completed feminization. The programming of males could then proceed apace.
Read more of Deborah Jennings’ stories about sissification and the Female Supremacist Party.