I have been intersted in the world of forced feminization and female domination for some time now. One night, myself and my girlfriend of seven years were duiscussing our sex lives and the topic of kinky sex came up. We were both slightly drunk at the time and we agreed that, on sunday, it would be fun to try out one of my fantasies. I told her that my main fantasy was to be feminized and dominated by a mistress So we allowed me to arranged a session with mistress chatterley.

On Sunday morning , the fun began. Mistress ordered me to get up and open the wardrobe in which she usually kept some of her clothes. I found that It contained not her clothes, but a variety of corsets, erotic lingere and high heels. She then ordered me to go into the bathtub and shave my legs. I eagerly went and she followed me. “Don’t forget to shave your pubic hair and chest hair, slave slut,” she said. I have to admit that the way she adressed me really turned me on. Once I had shaved all the hair off my torso, she applied a slave collar to my neck and attatched a leash to it. She then led me to the bedroom. Once we got there, she ordered me to sit down in front of her makeup table. “Alright slave,” she said “lets get a few thigs straight. You are to call me Mistress througout the day and are to do whatever I say.” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Good, then we’ll begin right away.” She started by applying lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, rouge and eyeliner to my face. Then she applied some one inch false nails and painted them and my toenails a deep, slutty red. The finishing touch was a long, champagne-blonde wig. Then, she ordered me to stand up and present myself for inspection. “Good,” she said “you look like a slutty slave. I think we’ll call you slave Cindy from now on. Do you lik your new name, slave?” “Oh, yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Good, then let’s begin!”

First, she laid out my clothes for the morning. She laid out a pair of sheer black stockings, a black thong that had a hole in it that my now erect penis fit through, a lacy black garterbelt, a corset, and a pair of six-inch high heels. I have to admit that, once I put all the clothes on, I looked positively feminine. My mistress must have been please as well, from the look on her face. She then ordered me to stand by the door and watch her get dressed. She took off her nightgown and put on a white corset, a white split-crotch thong, a white garter belt and white stockings. She topped it all of with a magnificent pair of white high heels boots with a pencil thin heel. After she was done dressing, she did her own makeup and painted her nails the same red as mine. She then sat down on the corner of the bed, spread her legs apart, and ordered me to crawl towards here and beg to service her pussy. So, I crawled towards her and began pleading to service her pussy, feeling slightly humiliated. Once she knew that I was humiliated, she allowed me to service her dripping pussy. I began lapping at it, licking all inside and on her clit and g-spot. I heard her moans of pleasure and continued to please her until she eventually came. She then ordered me to prepare breakfast for us. She asked for an omeletee. So, I prepared an omelette in the kitchen while she rested. Once I had prepared breakfast and we had eaten, with her using me as a footrest and me eating from my plate on the floor, she ordered me to put on a sheer baby-doll with furry edges and a very feminine little purse. In the purse, she showed me, a dildo with a vibrator, and a jar of lubricant. Once I had finished dressing, she stood up and ordered me to worship her beautiful boots So, i began licking, kissing and sucking her gorgeous boors and long legs. After what felt like an hour of solid boot worship, she informed me that I may suck on one of her tits for a brief time and come as a reward for being such a good slave.

So, she popped one of her gorgeous breasts out of her corset and held it out for me to suck on. I suck it and nibbled on her nipple until she ordered me to stopand lie down in the sun room on the settee. In the sun room, all the neighbours could see inside if they tried to look in so I felt as though someone was watching me all the way. Nonetheless, my urge to orgasm drove me to lie down and submit to her. She informed me that she wanted to ride my dick, but that I’d better not cum, or else! So she began riding my dick, but the sight of a beautiful woman in lingere drove me over the brink. Once I had finished, she informed me to take everything off except my makeup and nail polish and high heels. I complied, wondering what was to happen. Once I had finished partially undressing, she ordered me to kneel in the jacuzzi, with my face upwards. She strode in, wearing her same outfit, with the exception of the thong. I soon realized why.

“Well slave, I am now going to wash that makeup off your face,” she said, “close your eyes and open your mouth!” She then proceeded to pee on my face and into my mouth for a solid minute. Once she finished, she ordered me to swallow what was left in my mouth and to take a bath, still wearing my heels. Once I was clean, I had to put on a white pair of atoclings, a white thong embroidered with floral patterns, a pair of white high heels and a very tight, wet-look latex dress. Once I was finished, I had more makeup applied to my face and put on the long blonde wig, and I looked sluttier than ever. “Good, slave!” “We’re going to go to a party now, and mind you behave yourself!”

A party? I was incredibly humiliated, wondering what the party was going to be like. My mistress was dressed like me, except in black. So, she affixed a white leather slave collar to my neck and attatched a white leather leash to it and led me to the car. She got into the drivers seat and i was ordered to sit in the seat next to her. For the whole drive, I was ordered to pull my dick out and stroke it, but not to cum! I felt humiliated, knowing that everyone could see that I was a man, and a man in drag on top of it! We eventually arrived at our destination, with me in a heightened state of sexual frustration. I was longing to come, as a result of an hour’s constant stimulation, but of course Mistress Chatterley would not permit it . she is an expert at edging!!!