I’m making a few changes in my Female-Led Relationship. Since I’m the female and therefore the lead, that’s normal I guess.

I’ve been making changes for some time, especially increasing the domination aspect of our FLR. I always discuss all the changes I want to make with my sissy husband Alice and proceed from there. If she has a big problem with anything specific, I’ll take things carefully and slowly. In some cases, I’ll drop the ideas if she objects strongly. In most cases, we try it out and it works out just fine. Eventually.

I’ve written about several of the more recent changes, such as my no sissy orgasm/cumming rule (ORGASMS ARE FOR WOMEN) and that I wanted to be a little stricter and tougher (MY FEMDOM FLR AND MY SISSY) and where Alice proposed that I could be stricter than the more softly-softly approach I proposed.

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Because things have changed in my FLR, I’m currently writing a follow-up book to my book How I Feminized My Husband, charting the changes and how they are working out. While writing How I Feminized My Husband Part 2, I realised I’d made a few changes to some of my husband’s feminisation too.

I’d dropped a few feminisation objectives that were no longer so important and I brought in others that were a lot of fun.

You’ll need to buy the book to get the detail and why I dropped some aspects of Alice’s feminisation. The book also has a few photos. There’s a draft excerpt below from an early chapter to give a flavour and it gives a clue to Alice’s feminisation upgrades.

Not that I call her as Alice any more except here on my blog. I’ve been calling her Girl for some time; it feels more appropriate in the context of our stricter, more female dominant relationship.

In short, and in terms of feminisation, I’ve made her appearance far more girly-girl tending towards bimbo and even slutty at times. This is a lot of fun and ties in nicely with some of my other plans for her.

Not everything we do is for everyone but it works for us. I will state for those readers who need things made clear, that the newer levels of humiliation, feminisation and discipline I have brought in to our FLR are entirely consensual.

In fact, some of the stronger areas were my husband’s ideas that came out our discussions about my desire to change things and become a stricter wife.

Girl said she’d like me to be more demanding and stricter with her than I was proposing. I can do that. No problem.

And here’s the teaser for How I Feminized My Husband Part 2.

How I Feminized My Husband Part 2… and How I Did a Whole Lot More

She entered the living room. Her eyes and lashes were heavy with black liner and her lids with blue-grey mascara. There was a touch of rouge and a deep red lipstick on her lips. Otherwise, her skin was almost paperwhite.

The sharp angular face was not feminine but it was softened by the makeup and the straight brown hair that flicked around her chiselled chin and long slim neck.

It was a wig, but I can only work with what I have.

She brushed the long straight fringe away from her eyes but it fell back seductively across one smokey eye. She pushed again with one hand in that gentle feminine manner I love to see. It took a lot of training but was worth the effort. Males can be ungainly so it was a nice moment to see this gentle movement.

Her skirt was too short and far too girly for someone of her age and to be fair, for someone of her biological sex. But it’s how I like it. Anyhow, she has the legs for it, especially when those legs were accentuated by four-inch heeled silver sandals that tightened and defined her slim calf muscles.

The skirt was a layered ra-ra design. I love to see her in them as they are so much more girly than the plain black skirts she often wore for everyday use. She’s had ra-ra skirts before but this one is in pink with patterns.

It’s probably meant for teenage girls but that’s how I like her to dress.

Bright red nail varnish glinted from her toenails. The glass jewels on her shoes caught the morning sunlight streaking through the windows like a hundred tiny mirrors reflecting back a blossoming femininity.

It was summer and looking to be another warm day so her smooth creamy-white legs were bare rather than in stockings. I like bare too.

I folded my arms and felt a smirk rise. My eyes fell to her tiny skirt hem where I saw a flash of bulge in pink panties. I looked down her long slim defined thighs leading to odd knees that broke the line of her long gracious legs with two incongruous male-like bumps.

You can remove a male’s masculinity but the physical clues remain to taunt you. What could I do about these vestiges of masculinity? Did I want to do anything? Something in me enjoyed that she was a male beneath it all and it peeked through as a reminder of how far we’ve come.

Her calves showed an athletic and vague masculine line. I ran my gaze to the silver ankle straps of her sandals. They were wrapped around slim feminine ankles but broken by lumpy ankle bones.

Her blouse was tight, outlining a small but obvious middle-aged tyre that refused to budge. It’s her age I guess.

I could see nipples through her white bra and pink patterned blouse. Exquisite although the nipples and breasts were fake. Real might be nice but I’ve moved on to more practical areas of feminisation.

A dark thick blue necklace hung from her neck and over the fake breast humps like an ancient tribeswoman’s adornment. Ring earrings peeked out from her long brown hair of her wig. The clips were inside the ring so they looked like real pierced ears. Another parked battle.

But did I want to spend my energy on forcing her to have breast surgery or pierced ears? Not really, I now focus on other things such as forbidding her orgasms and her blossoming sissy-relationship lifestyle. I think we’ve moved beyond superficial feminine areas into something more fundamental regarding her submission and femininity.

I want her to actually play the part, not just look the part.

She approached me at the sofa. I waited and raised my eyebrows. She curtsied deeply, one leg bending, the other sliding along the floor.

Her skirt rode up and I spotted the pink g-string knickers. A tiny triangular patch of cotton struggled to hold in the bulge beneath it. A gap on either side showed the sides of two smooth balls. With a bit more pressure and movement, her clitty was bound to fall out. Especially if it got hard.

I liked it when that happens.

I’d yet to do my daily inspection. I still insist her clitty and pussy balls remain smooth aside from the little triangle of pubic hair. I need to check as sissies can be lazy.

I leaned forward and flicked the patch of pink to one side and her clitty popped out as if in a gasp of freedom and relief. I pulled her panties to her ankles then sat back. Her smooth clitty was semi-hard but not the full deal.

This is a problem as I expect a full erection from her as this is a sign of respect and because it shows desire for her Mistress. I also make sure she has an erection on the occasions we meet another FLR Mistress.

It’s about respect for female dominants.

Sometimes it takes a while for her to get fully erect these days, I know not why, but it’s annoying. “You know I want miss clitty fully erect when she’s displayed for me.” I glared. “So, why is she floppy,?”

She looked down to the floor. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Give me a few moments.”

I didn’t want to wait a few moments and I slapped her clitty four times, flicking it with the fronts of my fingers then slapping with it on the return swing with my fingernails. It grew instantly. It works every time.

“Better,” I said.

I touched around her pussy balls and then traced out her neat little feminine pubic triangle above the now firm clitty. Smooth and feminine. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she replied and curtsied.

I’ve been using a Low-Energy Intense Pulsed Light device I bought online to try to make the hair removal permanent. I can’t use it on her little genitals but to give her a permanent pubic triangle.It seems to be working but it’s taking time.

I love to zap her pubic hair follicles as this makes her lack of pubic hair more permanent.

But I can’t use it on her clitty obviously. I took the end of her erect clitty and stroked it between two fingers. I continued to look at it as I stroked. “You know I’d like this smaller, more feminine. Would you like that, Girl?”

“If you want Mistress,” she said with eyes that said no.

I told her, “I love the miss clitty, she’s pretty, so cute and such fun to play with.”

She looked relieved.

“But a smaller clitty would be nicer.” I let the comment float through the warm air. I continued to rub softly and felt her harden further. I looked up, I felt my face harden. “I don’t want you making a sissy mess, hold it in while I play. There’s a good girl.”

She grimaced and looked away, clearly thinking of something else. Like painting the walls or cutting the grass maybe. She held it in like a good girl until I finished fiddling. She’s got good at it.

I stopped when I saw her getting close to the edge and she had sissy-juice dribbles. I leaned down and picked up her panties. “And now I want miss clitty to go down.”

She looked surprised.

“I’m popping out to see my friend for coffee, Sweetie, so we need to lock miss clitty away.”

“Oh,” she said.

She knew I locked her clitty up when I go out. I like it free and available to play with and to show respect with erections when I’m there, but since I stopped her cumming a year or so ago, I don’t want to risk her playing with herself.

She’s a good sissy and I’m sure she wouldn’t but after such as long time, I can’t be certain.

Once she’d gone floppy again, I clipped her black chastity cage on her. It’s a new one that flattens her little clitty. When I’m not at home, I prefer it to be out of sight. I keep her locked now when I go out for the day or evening. Besides, I’m hoping that by keeping inside a tiny cage that keeps it flat, it will shrink.

Let’s see how that goes because when I’m at home, I often like it out on display. I might do a weekly measurement and report here. Or on my X/Twitter page, complete with a tape measure charting the changes, if any.

This is an early draft excerpt from my upcoming book How I Feminized My Husband Part 2.

Let me know in the comments how you like my new stricter and more forceful FLR regime. Sissies, would you like a strict FLR or do you prefer something else? If you’re a strong woman, how do you rule at home? With a fist of iron or more gentle like me?