Her Toy: Femdon and Male Humiliation Book 2

femdom fictionStephen has undergone a gradual regime of forced feminisation at the hands of Aretta Ademola

We followed this in Book 1, A Very Dominant Woman. In Book two of the series Stephen is now called Stephanie and Aretta has employed him at her home as a live-in feminised housemaid.

She still isn’t satisfied though, she wants something more.

She wants him to become a feminised bimbo.

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Here’s an excerpt of the first part of the story

Her Toy

Femdom and Male Humiliation Book 2

Copyright © Lady Alexa 2016

Chapter 1

Short skirts and visitors

The tip of his soft cock was showing just below the hem of the tiny skin-tight pink pencil skirt. The skirt was fixed to his hips like a strip of cling film.

He stood in the entrance hall by the front door waiting for his mistress’s guests to arrive. His mistress and owner, Aretta Ademola. She had ordered him to be there to greet her guests as soon as they arrived. He looked at his slim wrist where his delicate feminine watch told him they were due at 7pm. It was 6.55. Aretta wanted him to wait so he could open the door instantly for her friend to avoid her having to wait. The black glossy front door looked as if it had been spray painted, so perfect was the finish. Four panels of solid wood with a chrome handle and an eye-level peep hole the only adornments.

Aretta only ever allowed him to wear short skirts or dresses. Today was the shortest he’d ever worn and she hadn’t allowed him the dignity of knickers to encase his smooth hairless penis and balls. He tugged at the material of the skirt before Aretta’s guests arrived. He looked down at the over-stretched fabric of his skirt. He was covered for now although the cigar-like shape of his penis was outlined at the front of the taut material. He knew that Aretta was up to something as he looked at his watch again, 6.56. She’d been hinting at a change in his circumstances for a few days and he didn’t know what it would be. She had already feminised him and put him in revealing girl’s clothing, what more could she do? He knew he would find out soon enough. Possibly tonight. A bead of sweat slid down his temple despite the air-conditioning working efficiently. His throat was dry. Why was Aretta making him greet her friend in a skirt that would expose his penis. Or clitty as Aretta called it.

An area of his stark white thigh was contrasted by the vertical black straps of his suspender belt, the tops of his black fine stockings covering the remainder of his slim legs. His anguished increased as he saw that his cock would become covered the moment he walked or moved. His would ride up again exposing his once private parts. And his pink butt plug. He might as well have stood there naked. The problem was that Aretta had told him to wear a skirt that didn’t cover him. It was only by using its elasticity that he would have a moment of privacy before the skirt regained its proper length again. As if to answer his question, Aretta’s head peered around the corner and she grinned at his predicament. He could hear his watch ticking in the silence. 6.57pm.

Aretta now stood at the end of the hall, arms folded. She was waiting to see the arrival of her guests and his discomfort. He passed his fingers through his long fair hair, an involuntary movement these days. He was using more and more feminine movements, they had started to come naturally. His hair flowed over his shoulders and down to his shoulder blades. It still felt heavy and unusual as the memory of his short cropped salt and pepper look passed through his mind. A masculine army style. That was all gone now as he had been changed to a platinum blond. He caught the glistening shine of his over-sized golden earrings in the hall mirror, fastened through pierced ears. He ran his fingers through his hair again and saw that it was 6.58.

He felt hot and clammy at the thought of more ignominy at Aretta’s hands once her guest had arrived. Yet, the very thought was a scintillating combination of utter horror and deep excitement. He had another problem. The idea of seeing Aretta now standing there and him greeting Aretta’s sexy dominating guest Melissa was getting a reaction in his cock. He fought to keep it flaccid by thinking of other things. It was threatening to poke below the hem of the skirt again even as he held down the hem. It had grown semi-hard. He wished he had been allowed to wear knickers but Aretta was becoming tougher with him. Increasing his humiliation. 6.59.

As he waited his mind drifted back momentarily to his previous life as a male; when he was called Stephen. A normal past life with a normal past wife. That was no more; he was now Stephanie, sometimes Steffie, and he belonged to Aretta Ademola, his mistress and owner. A very dominant and very demanding lady. One of the world’s leading marketing professionals and not so secret dominant woman.

The doorbell sounded with a dull flat buzz and he moved forward to open the door.

Chapter 2

Humiliated for her fun

The door swung back without making a noise.. His head threw back his long hair from his face as he stood to the side to allow the imperious Melissa, to sweep in. Melissa was always punctual. She was dressed, as always, as if ready for a business meeting in a dark skirt suit and black high-heeled stilettos. She was followed by a small boyish frightened looking lady he’d never met before but knew to be Melissa’s submissive housemaid Linda. He wondered why Melissa had brought her this evening, she’d never bothered before. He shut the door behind them, the door handle squealing as if in pain.

He maintained one hand on the hem of his skirt to hold it down, Linda’s large rabbit-like eyes staring at him in shock as he curtsied to Melissa exposing his cock despite his efforts. Melissa looked at it dismissively then back to his face.

Pathetic little clitty. Hasn’t got any bigger has it?” She snorted. “Might as well cut it off and be done with it. I think Aretta’s too soft with you.”

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