A Dominatrix Diary

by A Dominatrix

 

The Rules. Are the rules getting a little complicated? Well, you're a sissy, you're life is complicated by definition.

Rule #1: You are my sissy. When you read anything I have written you will be wearing at least two articles of explicitly feminine attire, the more the better. At all other times (24/7) you will be wearing something feminine whenever possible. Pantyhose is a particularly good item for constant wear. Oh, and no more standing up when you urinate. Be lady-like and have a seat, always.

Rule #2: You may only have an orgasm two times in any calendar week and at least 72 hours must pass between ejaculations. The less frequently you cum, the more you will feel a complete sissy. Since you will only be cumming twice a week you must make the most of it. Give yourself plenty of time to prepare (your ritual for orgasm should start days in advance) and dress yourself in your most extreme, sluttiest, outfit. Spend as much time as possible admiring yourself in the mirror and prancing back and forth across the room in your high heels. Full penetration of that sissy 'cunt' of yours is strongly encouraged.

Rule #3 You will stroke that sissy 'clit' to maximum excitement at every other available moment. You must be constantly planning your next opportunity to masturbate while you remind yourself what a sissy you are. Your success will be judged by the steady flow of precum into your panties. I want you to be perpetually wet. I want you to be hard now. I want you to masturbate now and don't forget to rub your nipples BUT . . . no ejaculation, except on schedule!

Rule #4: If you cum while reading a chapter, the next time you turn to that chapter you must start again, from the beginning.

Rule #5: Each chapter will be introduced with a specific task for you to perform before you are allowed to start reading the chapter. Any time you reread the chapter, the task must be performed again. Adding tasks from other chapters to the assigned task is very good. It will serve as an extra expression of your submission.

 

The Task

Time to start dealing with that body hair, slut. Get the razor out, shave those legs and get that bikini line nice and neat. Say bye-bye to that underarm hair. At a minimum, get the scissors and trim that pubic hair, no one will notice but if someone asks for an explanation, I'm sure you'll think of something. Oh, and put on a little mascara.

 

One Day at the Mall

(Note from A Dominatrix: The following entry describes an episode early in my career. The two saleswomen who assisted us were contacted prior to our visit and agreed to help in the slave's transformation.)

He was a fairly knew acquisition and so far he'd only had a little light bondage, I could tell, though, that he was lusting after much more and I was prepared to give it to him. One day I remarked, in passing, that humiliation is a fine appetizer, but it's even better as a main course. He didn't seem to notice, but he should have.

Up to the day of our adventure, my new slave had only visited me in the late evening. On this day, I ordered him to appear at 5:00 pm on a Friday. When he arrived, on time, I immediately got into his car and commanded him to drive to one of the larger malls in the area. As we drove, I told him that I needed to get something. Already, this particular slave seemed to know enough to do what he was told with no questions. It was time to test the extent of his psychological bondage. An exciting game which, in those early days, I would sometimes lose but more often, much more often, I would win.

When we got there, I told him to bring his credit card. We walked in and I took him directly to a store which featured very exotic, erotic, expensive lingerie.

'Go to the counter,' I whispered in his ear, ' and tell them you need a whole collection for yourself.' As he heard these words, his knees buckled and I thought I was going to have to use Plan B. But he regained himself and stood, mouth open, shaking his head in denial.

'Its very simple,' I said in a low tone, 'you are a volunteer. You and I both know that this is what you want, you just haven't been able to say it. You want to be completely feminized, you want to look like a sexy whore. You will do it now!'

He stood there for a moment, and then shaking with embarrassment he walked up to the counter and asked for a complete collection of lingerie. I walked up behind him now and began to give him orders, openly. He blushed more than he had already when the very attractive sales woman smirked at his little predicament.

'Your first collection should be white and pink.' I said, as I smiled at the woman. 'I want him to have everything,' I told her.

'Well,' she said, showing her enjoyment of the situation, 'I think we have some things that would dress him up very smartly. Let's see what we can do.'

My poor slut-to-be stood there, completely humiliated, as the woman brought out garment after garment. He cringed, but I could see the enormous bulge in his pants as I ordered him try on some of the sexy underwear. He asked if he had to come out into the store to model it.

'Of course you do, my dear,' I cooed, 'You have to let this nice lady get a little satisfaction out of all her hard work helping you.' So my slave made his appearance. Sheer white stockings, an airy, pink, silk corselet, silk panties, satin gloves. He was beginning to look like a pretty, feminized slave. 'You know,' I said, as I touched the D-cup on the corselet, 'we really need something to fill these out. It just doesn't look proper.'

'I think I have what you need.' said the saleswoman, walking over to another part of the store, 'These extra large breast forms should do quite nicely.'

'Yes, ' I said, when she fit them in place, 'that gives him a sweet, womanly, shape.'

'I agree,' responded the woman, nodding her head, 'you know, I hate to criticize, he's coming along so well, but he really has too much body hair and his face could use a shave too.'

'That's true, what shall we do?' I asked.

'He could use our restroom, there's a shower stall, and we have shaving supplies.' she said, thoughtfully.

It was settled, my helpless slave was sent into the back to shave off all that ugly hair. While he did that, I took his credit card, walked into another nice little shop and bought a tight, very short, silk party dress. When he came out, the results were surprisingly good, his body looked like it belonged in those delicate feminine undergarments. I commanded him to put on the dress. Now he was really beginning to look like a stylish whore but there was still much to do. I thanked the sales woman for her help and I ordered him to step out into the mall, dressed as he was. Fortunately there was a shoe store nearby so he didn't have to incur much risk of a run in his stockings. He did, however, endure the stares and comments of the other shoppers, much to his chagrin.

Even then, I was not in the least bit shy about dressing myself as the dominatrix that I am, so it was very evident to all the onlookers that he was under my control. I received some gracious compliments from several attractive women It was clear that the complete submission I was exacting from my slave had excited their envy and imaginations. I was also amused to note the longing stares of many of the men who clearly wished to find themselves in the same humiliating circumstance as my prettified slave.

The shoe store had a fairly good selection of high-heeled pumps, and it was very entertaining to watch my nicely developing pussy-boy strut awkwardly around in his first pair of exotic women's footwear. They certainly did wonders for his feminine form and it was so gratifying to see his throbbing hard-on pulsing underneath that tight silk outfit. That task completed, I led my mincing slave down to the make-up counter of a large department store and sat him down for a complete make-over. The woman at the counter 'tut-tutted' briefly and then went to work.

'If you really want a nice look,' she recommended, 'I should thin those eyebrows first.'

'I agree,' I nodded, 'why don't you start, and I'll be right back.' So saying, I left the whore to have his eyebrows plucked and I went over to a wig boutique and picked out a luxurious, long, brown wig with bangs that I thought would fit his face. When I returned, the woman at the make-up counter had just completed her work on the sissy's eyebrows and I had to agree that it made a great improvement. She was now ready to take my sweet humiliated pussy-boy and give him the face of a woman.

First, a translucent skin conditioner was applied that gave his just shaved face a soft, velvety, glow. That was followed by a creamy foundation with matching powder that did an excellent job of eliminating the imperfections in his face and prepared it for some dramatic changes. She started by penciling in a narrow arching brow over the area she had just plucked. Then, after consulting with me, briefly, she applied a rich black eyeliner on his upper and lower lid for a wonderfully slutty look. Next, she smoothed several dark shades of shadow that brought out the natural color in his eyes very beautifully. A full set of false lashes plus mascara was the finishing touch on a pair of eyes the would have made many woman envious. Dark red blush with a velvety finish made the most of his cheekbones. Finally, she started to work on his fairly full lips.

A dramatic, but not too dark lip liner was applied in firm, professional strokes. Just as with the woman at the lingerie shop, the young make-up artist enjoyed the challenge of transforming a 'man' into a sexy slut. Throughout the process she made little comments to him such as, "Aren't you sweet." and, "My doesn't that look sexy!". As she worked, the metamorphosis became complete. I lowered the wig onto his head and luxurious red lip color was painted on in thick, creamy strokes. He was beautiful in a very seductive way.

Now, I ordered the slut to walk and pose for me and it was delightful. The audience that had followed us through the mall was impressed, the women were very amused and asked me many questions. The male onlookers looked quite uncomfortable and more than a few had the obvious appearance of trying to control a raging erection.

Next, I had him put his hands on his hips and twirl on those 5" heels. It was extremely pleasing to see how easily he learned to use them to bring out all his latent femininity. The thrust of his chest, with those huge, curvaceous breast forms, made me realize that, in his dazed mind, he was beginning to think that he had a pair of real, juicy, tits.

As an ending, I commanded my pretty whore to get down on 'her' knees and suck the heels of my black pumps. At one point, my new transvestite came into his silky undies. When I decided that he was finished, I snapped a chain around his neck and led my feminized toy out of the mall.

 

 

 

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