Preparations for an Afternoon Tea                by: Suzette la soubrette

 

Scene One: Backstage

"Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?"

I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully peeks between the lush heavy folds of the stage curtain that separates this luxurious dressing area from the rest of the conservatory.

"My, I see Fifi has been as attentive to detail as ever!", Miss Debra says as she parts the curtain, then slowly and confidently strides around my dressing stand with feline grace, as if sizing up the extent of my humiliating, and to her, amusing, predicament. "Remind me to give her a special reward for being such a good little French maid, won't you, Darling?"
JINGLE JINGLE

My pretty bells jingle an affirmative to her question as I find myself automatically responding to her the best way I can under the circumstances - by nodding my head the few fractions of an inch that is permitted by my restraints and neck corset, and shaking my bottom and breasts too, as I've been trained to do. I feel like I just want to dissolve into the thick carpet below me. I am so mortified to find myself, formerly a very masculine, independent male, responding to her question in such a humiliating way, as the well-trained sex pet that I have become under her wise control and close supervision.

"Oh I could just eat you up, babykins!", she beams as she stops directly in front of me, her beautiful face close to mine, patting me on the head like you would a small child. Ohhh! How condescending!

Her wonderful perfume, her smile, her sparkling eyes intoxicate me. "mmmmmm" I feel butterflies in my tummy being this close to her… whenever I'm close to her. I can't get enough of her… and she knows it.

"What's that, Darling? Oh, you like my perfume, do you? How sweet. Yes, such a sweet sweet girl you've turned out to be," she smiles affectionately patting my cheek, "And don't you just love how Fifi has fixed my hair and applied my cosmetics?", she exclaims twirling her well manicured forefinger in one of her dangling red tendrils and batting her lush lashes at me.

JINGLE JINGLE

"Hah! And I just love your pretty hairdo and pale pink outfit, Darling … and your bells!", she says as she playfully flicks the bells attached to my nipple rings, then steps back and continues walking around me as if sizing up a horse at auction.

I find myself straining to see the full affect of her beautiful light yellow outfit, from the tips of her sexy five-inch ankle-strap platform heels all the way up to the pretty little silk pillbox hat perched and secured to her luxurious red hair piled on top of her head. She looks so alluring, so confident, so in control. Yikes! I suddenly shiver in fright, realizing once again that I am putty in her pretty hands. Her full taffeta skirt and voluminous petticoats rustle, sending shivers up my spine. I can even feel the nerves in my bottom tingling, as if receiving a light shock.

" Mmmttttthhhhtttttwwwwtttthhhhh.... ppppthhhllllzzzzz!!!"

"What's that my pet? You know I can't understand a word you're saying with your pretty steel cock gag locked in that pretty mouth of yours," she says, pretending distress with my unintelligible speech. I suck my cock gag uncontrollably, like a baby sucking on a dummy. A plastic tube, connected to the IV bag hanging overhead, runs through the base (which is fashioned after my own balls) feeding me a constant stream of herbs and other nutrients that have the affect of giving me a (nearly) permanently erection - for her pleasure, of course.

She stops in front of me again, smiling. I can't help but admire her pretty hour glass figure, achieved in part by the beautiful pale-yellow satin corset, so feminine with its decorative fringe of white lace around the top and bottom - an exact duplicate of the baby pink one I have been laced into by Fifi. Miss Debra has a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. I quiver. The few flirtatious red ringlets hanging down from her pretty hairdo hypnotize me as they brush her soft, smooth cheeks. Her face comes toward mine as if for a sensual kiss. I close my eyes in anticipation.

"Mmmmm, I just love the way your cock gag fills your mouth, Darling. And those prettily painted lips of yours hugging it so! Sucking sucking sucking…. Just like a baby!!", she laughs, pinching my distended cheek as you would a cute baby. Her beautiful smiling face takes up my entire field of vision. I'm swimming in her femininity and power. "I am so glad we took the extra pains to have your pretty suck toys modeled after your own equipment, aren't you, my pet? Isn't it ironic that you should be plugged at both ends with identical models of your OWN equipment?!", she laughs, playfully using her finger to bat the bell, attached to the steel o-ring embedded in the base of my gag, back and forth. "Haha! A steel replica of Your own cock in your cute bum, and another occupying your cute mouth... and THIS, the wonderful original - peeking out so flirtatiously through the slit of these delightful, ruffled pleasure panties, like a pretty periscope! So hard, too! Is all this for little 'ol me?", she teases.

I blush crimson with embarrassment at being so humiliatingly displayed, unable to hide a single little thing from her. My most secret places and thoughts are spread out before her to feast upon. And by the look in her eyes, she's quite hungry!

"Mmmm, let me feel. Oh, and polished, too! Fifi hasn't been remiss in her duties, I see. After all, it's the little things that count, right, my pleasure pet? Though you certainly aren't very little right now, are you?!" she observes, giggling, and flicking the bell attached to the head of my full erection. Miss Debra then gives a playful tug on the puffy bow of the baby pink ribbon tied just behind my purple head, setting my erection to sway back and forth, like a happy toy vying for her attention. I blush again with embarrassment at my humiliating state of arousal, especially dressed and displayed as I am now. "mmmmmmmm!"

Walking over to the make-up table, she opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of latex examination gloves. I continue sucking away like mad, as if my life depended on it, watching her with fascination in the reflection of the mirror.

Slowly sauntering back toward me, smiling at my reflection, she pulls the gloves on over her opera-length white satin gloves, tugging and snapping them in place like doctors do, with dramatic effect for my benefit, making me cringe. I see the reflection of my lavishly made-up eyes widen over my cock gag, fearing what she might do next. She seems to sense my trepidation, my fear making Miss Debra even more excited and amused as she steps directly behind me, jiggling the bell and o-ring of the cock dildo impaling my bottom. The sensations this attention causes, and the brush of her lace-trimmed corset against my crotchless-pantied bottom, are indescribable. I want her touch so much! Let her feminize me. I don't care!

She rests her latex-gloved hands gently on my bare shoulders, and absently pulls the bra strap of my pretty pink quarter-cup satin brassiere, as I had done to so many girlfriends in my past. If they could only see me now!

"How about a little slut stroking for my cherished pet? We have time, and you'd like that, wouldn't you, my little fuck toy?", she coos as she deftly pulls the ribbon of my embarrassingly large cock bow, letting the untied pink ribbon and bell fall to the thick carpet.
"How did you tell me it works? Oh yes, slut strokingg…. stroke stroke stroke... each stroke away from your body, like so, oui, Mademoiselle? Generating just the right amount of friction to keep you soooo hard but sooooo unable to realize your - uh - potential, so to speak! Non? Steady now, Girl! This, in addition to the herbs we're feeding you, will be sure to keep you hard, and right where I want you, my little fuck slut," she chuckles, playfully spanking the underside of my erection.

Miss Debra casually slut strokes me with both gloved hands now, resting her chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror, humming some light airy tune, as if milking a cow in the barn.
My big blue eyes flash back and forth between her gloved hands and her beautiful face, which are her only features I can see in the mirror. Two pretty, feminine faces, side by side, her's and mine. And her two feminine, gloved arms and hands reaching around my 26-inch corseted waist, stroking the last vestige of my masculinity, so embarrassingly feminized and displayed through the open crotch of my pale pink ruffled panties!

"Ooooohhhooooo!!"

"My my, judging by your reaction, you must be thinking some very naughty thoughts in that pretty little head of yours, Darling!! Such a naughty naughty girl!", she teases. Then, with a dreamy look in her eye, "As a matter of fact, I can hardly wait to have your pretty little head strapped between my thighs, right where it belongs! Wouldn't you just love that? Being right where you belong, Darling? My cute little pussy slave? Well, if you're a good girl, maybe I'll strap your pretty little head into my crotch harness - later, after the show - IF you're good."

JINGLE JINGLE

My long lush lashes flutter as I get lost in her tender ministrations. She owns me!

"Mmmmm, your lips look so full, so succulent, pet... so ripe for nibbling. I want to taste them."

"mmmmmmmmm!"

Miss Debra lifts herself up on tip toe, tilting her body forward over my shoulder, pressing her beautiful breasts into my back as she reaches around to sensuously lick my face and flick my stretched pink lips with her tongue. The chiffon of her diaphanous bodice tickles my sensitive skin.

"Mmmmm, very tasty. Don't you feel silly now for objecting to my decision to have your sweet lips filled out so they're all full and pouty? That lipo transplantation procedure has done wonders for your appearance -- as have your beautiful new breasts", she whispers in my ear, probing it with her wet tongue. "I think using your own fat to make the enhancements we've made to your cheeks and lips was a wonderful idea of yours. I am so glad you happened to mention it, though I'm sure you had no idea of what I was up to when I asked you to check into various cosmetic procedures, such as fat injections and breast implants!", she smiles, gently scratching the underside of my perky C-cup breasts. Hr well-manicured fingernails feel like heaven through the pink satin of my daring bra, as she slowly scratches my new breasts back and forth, up and down. They are so sensitive. My nipples are so hard! And the nipple rings and bells feel so heavy!

"Of course the research wasn't for ME, silly!", she coos, playfully tugging on my large, sturdy stainless steel rings that are permanently attached to my elongated nipples highlighted by the mortifying nipple holders that tug my nipples straight out as if on proud display. Wincing, I muse, "Thank goodness the piercings have healed completely!"

Tweaking the tips of my hard nipples as she talks, Miss Debra continues, "But isn't that what you thought, Darling - at first, I mean? No no! I wanted YOU to come up with ways to feminize yourself! That's the beauty of it, don't you see? You did all this research on ways for a woman to look and feel more feminine, but what you didn't realize, silly head, was that these techniques would be used to utterly and irreversibly feminize YOU! Aren't I simply diabolical sometimes?!", she laughs, obviously pleased with herself, tousling my red locks. I look up in alarm at my reflection to see if she's damaged my well-coifed hairdo, then blush in embarrassment to think that this even occurred to me. I realize how successful she has been in feminizing me, making her little Barbie doll.

"Turning you into my darling little feminized plaything - my sex pet! And don't you feel all better now that you aren't one of those hairy chauvinistic males any more? You are so much sweeter, and more agreeable now, the way your are, as my sissified sex pet," She smiles, playfully licking my cheek again while casually flicking my nipple rings back and forth. I watch her from the corner of my eye, totally entranced by her scent, her eyes, her touch, her control.

"And speaking of pets and animals, we should get you prepared for your debut as my adorable pleasure pony girl, don't you think?"

I am in shock, my eyes wide… "A pleasure pony girl?", I wonder, the words creating vivid images of creaking leather harnesses, bridles, brightly colored plumes. How utterly, completely humiliating - to be treated and harnessed like a pretty --- mare!

"Wwwhhaaatthhhhhh???", I try to say.

SWAT!

"I said," she states firmly, resting her gloved palm on my chastised bottom, letting me know she won't hesitate to swat my upturned, pantied bottom again if I don't respond appropriately, "Don't you think we should get you prepared for Your debut as my adorable pleasure pony girl, Darling? Hmmmmm?"

SWAT SWAT

"oooohhhhhoooooo!", my poor pink pantied bottom! I shouldn't have hesitated!

JINGLE JINGLE

My assortment of bells jingles merrily as I try my best to signal my reluctant agreement with Miss Debra's plans.

"Ah, that's better, Baby," she says, giving me an affectionate pat on the rump. Then seeing the distress of my wide-eyed expression over my steel cock gag that I continue to suck like crazy, "Oh, don't worry, my pet," she soothes as she gently strokes by pantied rear. "Don't worry your pretty little head about a thing. You just leave everything to Miss Debra, cutie. After all, I've already turned you into my pretty little French maid, my fuck slut, my Barbie doll, my baby girl, and my sex poodle," she cheerfully rattles off my personas, counting them off on her gloved fingers to emphasize her point - my capitulation into femininity. "What's to get all excited about if I transform you yet again, huh, Sexy? I've decided you're going to be my fetching pleasure pony girl, too, complete with harness, bridle, plume, tail, bit, bells, reins... the whole works! Only the best for my girl! You'll look sooooooo adorable! I just know you'll love it - as will my guests!"

"Oh gosh, the guests! They'll be arriving soon for your little fashion show! And did I tell you that Sabrina -- yes, my twin sister -- and Michelle, your secretary, are both coming? Maybe even a mystery guest or two! Isn't that wonderful, Darling?! Say, did you know that Michelle keeps a horse at the club, Sweetie? She's quite the horsewoman, I understand. I can't wait to see what she does with you, my pretty pony girl. You'll look oh soooo fetching in your shiny leather gear! My very own feminized pleasure pony girl!", she enthuses, giving me a big wet kiss on the cheek.

"aaaagggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Now don't be a silly head. There is nothing to be frightened of -- well, almost nothing," she says thoughtfully with a mischievous smile, "But we'll just worry about that later, won't we? Now let's get started, my adorable little pleasure pet. Your admirers and buyers will soon be here!"

"Buyers?!", I muse, all a-flutter. "Plllleeeeettthhhh!!!! AAAGGHHHHHH!!"

 

 

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