Another group I belong to wanted to do a story swap, so scalvor graciously consented to allow his story to be posted there in exchange for their story being posted here. Enjoy:mrgreen:
A Stepford Fantasy
By Sabrina
Chapter One:
I was standing in the check out line of the grocery store receiving the normal looks that I had, over time, become accustomed to. The men loved seeing the top half of my breasts spilling out of my lacy demi bra and my large hard pointed nipples and they all licked their lips wanting to dive into my bountiful cleavage. They also enjoyed ogling my long legs encased in my sensuous stockings while I stood in my spiked four inch heels, as they followed my legs up to where they disappeared under my short, tight, figure hugging skirt that was six inches above my knees. My long brunette hair, reaching to my ass, swirled around me in a cascade of long waves and gentle curls. My long dangling earrings chimed with every movement as they bounced against my bare neck. The scoop necked ruffled blouse and short skirt were actually one of my more modest outfits and the heels were one of my lowest pair. The inch long nails were my own and they received a weekly manicure to keep them femininely pointed and deep red in color.
My Mistress and wife had eventually taken pity on me and had lately allowed me this more modest attire for grocery shopping only because she had realized that my regular daily dress was just too much. She really didn't care about my embarrassment or humiliation but, after accompanying me on several trips, she had seen the potential for major problems with the other women and store managers.
I still got looks of hatred and disdain as well as being referred to as a slut but at least now I didn't stand out quite so badly. It was sure better than wearing hobble skirts, five inch spikes and cone shaped bras and corsets. I may not blend in but I also wasn't the enigma I had been.
My mind drifted back to two years ago and all that had occurred since then. It was quite a story. A story of a fantasy fulfilled beyond my expectations and well beyond my original intent. It was also the story of my strong willed Mistress sharing my fantasy and making it hers also, along with the changes and modifications she wished.
I had truly become her Stepford Wife even though we didn't live in a town like Stepford. Where we lived I still stood out from nearly all women in my appearance and dress and had endured the spiteful, humiliating looks and comments of jealous women and the sexual innuendoes and sexist comments and stares of the men everywhere I went and every hour of every day that I was out of the house.
I was a she-male that had been placed on hormones( yet still retaining my male clit that was functional) given breast implants and to all outward appearances was a randy, hot pussied bitch that always wore revealing and provocative clothes regardless of my destination. That was my modest look. At worst, I looked like a slutty whore! My clit became hard within it's latex prison and a burst of cream flowed into the sheath holding my clit even as I felt the double dildo harness probe my pussy and clit sheath as I clinched my thighs together at the memories. The locked dildo harness with two long probing cocks attached and my vagina gaff were lasting reminders that my Mistress had total control of me.
Chapter Two:
We had joked about becoming independently wealthy and I had always said that then I could become her Stepford wife and we had laughed and L. had told me that, yes, she would insist on it. She had great ideas for me and I would become a truly feminized submissive slut to her in all ways and she would giggle and chuckle. I'd ask her what ideas she had in mind and she'd only smile and say "One day you'll see."
Then it happened. We hit the big Lotto! In short order I had closed the book on my male life. We had moved and when we moved I was, to all outward appearances a female...a woman. I owned not a piece of male clothing. L. had insisted that I would be much happier without any possibility of appearing as a man in my mode of dress. Also she said that since I was already her collared sexy slut and her submissive she-male that this was one of her commands to obey. She only wanted her sexy girl around in the future.
Once we had moved into our new home L. had decided it was a good time to let me know what she expected from her full time girlfriend/wife. I had been told that I was responsible for the laundry, for doing dishes, for cleaning the house and doing the shopping. We would share in the cooking, and she would teach my to iron and sew also. This was pretty much what I had expected so it came as no surprise to me. What did come as a surprise was my new clothing requirements and my "looks."
First I was informed that since I so adored high heels I would be trained, over a period of time, to routinely wear nothing lower than five and six inch spike heels! She allowed that I might possibly be allowed a few pair of low four inch heels occasionally but those would be at her discretion, not mine. This sounded lovely to me as I was always thrilled when prancing and strutting around in high spikes and it was extremely sexy and turned me on so.
That was, it sounded lovely, until I began learning how uncomfortable even three inch heels can be when you're on your feet most of the day. My legs and calves would ache and my feet hurt but when I dared to complain L's answer was always, "Well sweety, you were the one who wanted to be my Stepford wife and if I remember correctly those women ALWAYS wore high heels all the time, every day and now so will you. Your legs and feet will eventually become more used to them but I'll tell you a "woman" secret. Most women hate high heels but do it because men insist that us girls look so much sexier in them. We never get completely used to them but we do it. Now, you also will do it and become used to it because you're going to be my wife and my wife will ALWAYS be dressed in a sexy fashion."
Well, after three months, I was still only wearing two and half inch heels out and three inch heels in the house and this was only because L. had refused to let me were flats or shorter heels. I also had quickly gotten tired with dressing in skirts, pantyhose and heels whether at home or out with my normal attire being stretchies, jeans or slacks with pullover tops. L had mentioned a few times that I wasn't looking like the "stepford wife" she had envisioned or that I had once said I wished to be but I just ignored that and told her it was more comfortable and more convenient dressing as I did.
Chapter Three:
Shortly after moving here L. had found an understanding woman doctor who, after examining me and taking tests had begun my hormone treatments. She had informed us that with well regulated doses of several feminine hormones I would begin developing secondary womanly traits such as breasts, smoother skin and more displacement of body fat onto my hips and butt while still being able to perform in bed as a she-male with a bonus...my cock, but Mistress informed me it would be called my clit in the future.
I would occasionally dress in a blouse, below knee skirt and short heels when we went out to please L. but as a rule I stayed in pants and tops most of the time. I didn't see the warning signs of her irritation nor did I read her moods. She had finally taken my two and half inch heels away and began insisting I wear three inch heels out and either three and half or four inch heels in the house.
I had thought that I would go along with her on this, but any time she was out of the house I'd started taking the higher heels off and putting my three inch heels on. (By this time I had mastered three inch heels to where I could manage a six hour shopping trip or an entire evening out in them even if my feet were sore and my ankles tired.) Without constant practice I had remained at the three inch heel height without any improvement and much to my lady's displeasure. I continued lying to her and taking my higher heels off whenever she was gone and only slipping them on when I heard her returning. That was, I did that till I got caught!
Mistress was angry and asked, "Sabrina, how do you ever expect to go onto higher heels if you don't practice? I expect you to be walking in five inch heels at the grocery store or mall within six months!"
"But honey, the four inch heels are too high for everyday around the house. And five inch spikes are totally out of the question except for short periods of time like a few hours," I tried to reason with her. "Even you don't wear heels unless we're going out clubbing," I added.
Mistress said nothing but her expression showed me that she wasn't pleased with my answer. She abruptly got up and said, "I'm going out for awhile but I do hope you've changed your mind by the time I return."
Upon her return I was still defiantly wearing my three inch heels and she went to the second bedroom without a word but carrying several large bags. Shortly she called me to come into our bedroom.
Entering, I saw her standing there with a playful expression and in a sexy nightie and heels. "Why don't you strip honey as I've got a few special surprises for you," she instructed. Figuring she was over her mad and wanted to make love I quickly shed my clothing. Then she blindfolded me and began dressing me. I felt her lacing a tight corset around me after first having placed a bra on me. Stockings followed then high spike heels which felt higher than the normal six inch play shoes I sometimes wore. I had to constantly prance in place just to keep my balance in these unusual heels! I felt a dress being lowered over my head and then she instructed me to put my hands behind my back and I heard cuffs click shut. I felt one of her breasts and nipples teasing my lips and I began licking and sucking on it. Then she said, "Open wider sweety." I did so and suddenly felt an object pushed into my mouth and very quickly she secured it tightly in place. It was a penis gag!
I was unable to say a word or do much to prevent this. I was becoming excited at her little game though the penis gag was different. I was pushed onto a chair and felt my clit being placed into a latex sheath after first having some type of harness pulled up my legs. Then she ordered me to stand and I felt my clit pulled firmly between my legs while another harness was also worked over my hips. Suddenly a dildo was plunged deeply into my ass and my clitty pulled even further back between my legs. Then I felt another dildo sliding along my own clit separated from it by the latex sheath it was in. I heard locks clicking into place and as I wiggled and pranced trying to keep my balance I felt myself being fucked in my rear pussy while my clit was being excited from the other dildo. Mistress pulled my dress down and it felt like it was extremely short. A wig was placed on my head and I could feel the hair tickling my knees it was so long. Heavy, dangling earrings were clipped onto my ears and I could hear the ringing of little bells as I moved my feet trying to keep my balance. Then the blindfold was removed and I gasped through my gag as I saw myself in a full length mirror.
Chapter Four:
The gold lame dress was extremely tight and reached just below my crotch. My tits looked large and very pointed as two protruding cones jutted from the dress. The black seamed stockings and gold spike heels gave me a truly slutty look as I continued prancing so I wouldn't fall over. The long long mane of hair swirled about me as I moved and the earrings were clamoring at my every move. Mistress L. then pulled the hem of my dress up and drew my eyes to my crotch as I followed her piercing gaze. Between my legs was a flesh toned realistic pussy complete with hair, a nubbin of a clit, two outer lips and a long gash into which a dildo was deeply thrust and held in place with some type of harness. She turned me sideways so I could see my rear. There, I saw another dildo? protruding slightly from my ass while the strap from the sheath my clit was in was pulled tightly through a ring in the dildo and secured to the rear of the corset. As I was taking in each detail Laurene began chuckling.
"Well my little slut, as you can see, there are some changes that are going to occur. You had told me you longed for the chance to be a slutty little whore and dress sexy all the time and become a Stepford wife, to spend your life in high heels and sexy clothes at all times. I even tried to tell you that you would get very tired of it and that you'd rather be a typical looking woman but you'd have none of it. Even after we won the lotto you kept on and on about finally being my Stepford wife. Then after less than a month you started complaining. You wore only pants because it was too much work keeping your legs shaved. It was too difficult to work in four inch heels. Even your falsies were too much trouble and aggravating on a daily basis. A myriad of complaints and excuses. Half the time you went without a wig or makeup around the house and bitched when you had to dress up like a lady occasionally for me or to go out on an errand. " She paused to take a breath and then she continued.
"I've put up with your nonsense long enough and today was the last straw. You've lied to me about wearing your heels and you've become androgynous in your appearance. You thought you'd just do things your way without even discussing it with me. Very typical MALE actions," her voice becoming increasingly loud, then very quietly, "But you are my little slut and NOW you'll begin your journey into becoming my ultra feminized Stepford wife. Those remaining male thoughts and actions will be trained out of you until you are the picture perfect feminine Stepford wife you promised to become for me!"
She began escorting me to the other bedroom as I minced along in those cruel spike heels. My legs were already aching from being on them and L. only laughed at my plight as unintelligible sounds came from my cock filled mouth. "That's right bitch! While you're sucking that cock and wiggling in those lovely heels I'm going to tell you how things will be now. To start with I'll satisfy your curiosity. Those are seven inch stiletto heels that are strapped on your feet and they have no platform. I'm told they're also referred to as 'come catch me, come fuck me' heels and from the mincing tiny steps you're forced to take I'm sure you understand why. They are the embodiment of sluthood and normally worn strictly in the bedroom due to the difficulty they present in walking and the totally unnatural and strident torture they cause when worn even for only a short time. You will learn to wear these around the house while doing housework! You will wear five and six inch heels out and I understand there are eight and nine inch heels that can be purchased that will make you beg to do anything I want or ask just so you don't have to stand up on them!!
For information, your ass is being penetrated by what is called a butt plug and honey, there are so many sizes, shapes, and lengths in them and I know you'll eventually learn to love them all. As you get used to each size, a larger one will be installed until you'll be able to take the biggest ones they make. It will make it so much more fun when I fuck you once you're able to handle all the different lengths and sizes. They have swirled and grooved ones, even some called Squirmies...Guess why?.....because they squirm inside you with each and every step or move you make. There are also vibrating butt plugs but those will have to wait until you're enlarged some. They all have that nice flange that fits it the crack of your ass and prevents them from going completely inside you as you clench and unclench your ass.
The vagina gaff holds your clit way back between your thighs ensuring a very flat femme front while giving you the appearance of having your very own cunt. In fact, in very tight pants your pussy lips can show as the material separates them while slipping into your slit. But even better is that it can allow penetration of your cunt in a most realistic manner. It has a very real feel to the touch and even more exciting is that it will channel all dildos.....or cocks for that matter... along your clit so that while you're being penetrated like a woman your own clitty will be excited and stimulated in such ways as to ensure you'll climax. The membrane your clit is encased in allows your own juices to seep into your pussy thereby ensuring that your cunt has proper vaginal lubrication during intercourse and I'm told that most men don't notice any difference. It feels like a pussy and your own body movements will cause it to act like one with spasms and contractions that will milk a man dry! In other words you're the proud possessor of a fully functional vagina at least in regards to fucking!!! The dildo harness I've locked on you will get you used to the feel of a cock inside your pussy and teach you the fundamentals of having your pussy fucked while at the same time exciting you and causing you orgasm after orgasm through the day. And each orgasm will further wet your cunt until your cream begins leaking out of you just like it would that of a well fucked woman. I can't wait till you're wearing a tight skirt or dress and your pussy juices begin leaking out and staining your outfit while you're out in public!! What sheer humiliation that will cause you."
We had finally reached the other bedroom and as I was pushed inside I shivered at what I saw!
Chapter Five:
On the bed was every conceivable type corset, waist cincher and open legged girdle ever made. Body briefers too but everything had an open crotch. There were bras that looked like they were pre-formed into pointed big tits and must be what she had placed on me today. There were no pantyhose or pantygirdles visible but there were plenty of stockings, both seamed and unseamed, as well as garter belts too. Long wigs ranging from mid back length to ankle length were displayed on wig stands and colors ranged from blacks and brunettes, to all shades of reds and blondes.
I almost lost it as I tried to fight my bonds and shook my head no and tried stamping my high heeled feet. Mistress looked on in amusement as she watched my efforts and only resumed her lecture once I had quieted down. The strain on my legs and ankles was agonizing as I fought not to fall and Mistress commented, "That's my good girl. You must remain standing on those adorable stiletto heels until I give you permission to sit. I know, I can see your legs shaking and wobbling as you tense the muscles and having to prance in place must be very tiring but doesn't it add to the thrill of your double impalement as your ass and hips clench and struggle to help maintain your balance. Oh yes!! I can see it in your eyes as I mentioned it. That dildo is stroking your clit with each step or squeeze and you're already wetting yourself I'll bet. Plus I'm told that the butt plug will gently massage your prostate and cause small little trickles of cream to leak from your clitty too. And you'll not know it's going to happen until your ass clenches around the plug once too often and then you feel it ooze out." She giggled as she saw the look of anguish and distress cross my face.
"As you can see from the undergarments on the bed you'll be dressed only in very feminine lingerie. No more pantyhose or pantygirdles for my girl. And no more pants, jeans, stretchies or pull over tops either but I'll get to that shortly. For now concentrate your attention on the lingerie on the bed. Until your breasts grow and you get implants you will either be in very tight breast harnesses around the house or those delightfully outdated conical bras from the fifties. They were jokingly called B-52 bombers because of how huge and pointed they are. The cups are firm cones with spiral wiring and will make it appear that you have a tremendous set of pointed boobs. Without the need for falsies due to the very firm cup construction your nipples and tits will always be available for chains, clips and other types of breast/tit punishment."
Holding one particular one up she showed me the insides of the cups and I cringed. The cups were filled with what appeared to be rough insulation used in attics. "With the proper breast harness in place your budding tits will be forced into these cups and as you perspire the insulation will begin to itch and make minute pricks on your skin and nipples. Over a period of time this will become a source of never ending tit torture as your breasts become more raw. You'll beg to scratch them but will be unable too and after several hours your breasts and nipples will feel quite raw. Now this one," and she held up another cone bra, "has hundreds of little rubber nodules that will constantly caress your breasts and nipples ensuring you're kept constant in heat and lust. This next one has hundreds of tiny little dull pins that will not break the skin but will prick and stick you with every breath you take and notice the tight cluster around where your nipple will fit and notice the small metal disc sewn into the nipple tip through which your nipples and areolas will be forcibly pulled through. That ensures your nipple area will be in continuous direct contact with all those luscious little pins. Now some of these bras will be used for discipline and punishment while others will train your breasts and implants to be perky and firm. Oh yea, for your information you will be a 40c calendar girl too!!!!"
Now Mistress L. went on to explain the girdles. "These are very old fashioned rubber girdles also from the fifties. Playtex was big into rubber bras, girdles and waist cinchers and through second hand and consignment stores I've gotten you a huge selection. I'm told these girdles are terribly tight and unyielding as well as being very restricting and uncomfortable. As you can also see some even have snaps, hooks and zippers to make them even tighter yet. The great apart about all of these is that they all stop just above your pussy and they all can garter stockings." Seeing my look of disgruntlement and possibly defiance she added, "Oh Sabrina, I'm sure after a few months in severely laced corsets and waist cinchers you'll beg to wear these." Seeing me shake my head no she again laughed adding, "You think not? We'll see after you're severely laced and corseted for several months. In fact since you're acting this way that will be part of your requirement to get out of the corsets. You must BEG me to allow you to wear these girdles!! You'll look so cute begging to put one of these very tight rubber girdles on and then struggling to squeeze yourself into it and it'll be even more fun watching you try to get them off again. I understand that once they've been on awhile the rubber molds and seals itself to your skin due to the perspiration effect. They'll also help you lose weight. The garter belts and daintier cinchers will wait until you've earned the privilege to wear them as is the case with more modern and lacier bras also."
"To begin with all your stockings will be seamed and unless they are fishnet or textured stockings they will all be a lycra spandex type support hose. They won't hide your delectable legs but you will be certainly aware of them. Notice I've several sparkling pairs in gold, silver and other colors and their texture is sure to cause your awareness as they feel almost granulated and are quite unusual in feeling. The more sheer and lighter hose will also be held back as a reward for your cooperation and learning as will all unseamed stockings. The one promise I'll make you is that you'll never be allowed to wear pantygirdles or pantyhose ever again....regardless of how short you're hem lines are.....EVER!"
Going over to a huge walk in closet she steered me inside and let me take in all the blouses and skirts and dresses hanging up before saying with a mocking derision, "And you, my girl, will NEVER again be allowed anything the slightest bit masculine in appearance. No pull over tops. No stretchies, No pants, No pantsuits, No women's shirts. NOTHING but the most feminine and frilly and sexy blouses and skirts and dresses ever made. You'll wear ruffles and frills and flounces and sexy see throughs, low cut fronts, low backs, everything to make a sexy girl's heart race with excitement. Your skirts and dresses will be long and short, ranging from ankle length to micro-mini but always tight and always showcasing your sexy ass and hips and legs. As you can see there are no modest day dresses or skirts or blouses either. Everything you'll wear from now on will be to emphasize your wanton sexiness, your blatant lewdness and the utmost femininely provocative and shameless frills any woman has ever worn.
To sum it all up my little slutty whore you WILL become the ultimate ultra feminized Stepford Wife that ever strutted her stuff.....both in the privacy of our home and out in the public where you'll learn to cope with the attention you professed so fervently to want. Women will despise you and look upon you with scorn for your complete subjugation in appearance to what men want. They will detest your embracing of your total femininity demonstrated by the style and type of clothing you will parade around in. They'll abhor your high spike stiletto heels that are worn to make men happy and they'll laugh at you as you struggle to cope with them. They'll never be friendly and will snicker and make catty remarks behind your back as well as to your face and yet you will smile and take it while appearing to revel in your extremes of femmedom.
Of course you'll occasionally run into lipstick lesbians and they will adore you. They'll love to tease you and torment you in your femininity and with those special ones, who meet my criteria, they'll be let in on your secret. Then they too will feminize you even more and laugh and chuckle at the she-male turned cunt you'll become."
Mistress paused for a moment and then said, "As for the men....well my lovely piece of girl flesh, they'll disrobe you with their eyes and make lewd and vulgar jokes about you, both among themselves as well as to your face. You'll be nothing but a piece of ass to them and all they'll want to do is feel up your titties and get between your thighs and fuck your pussy. What will be interesting is that you'll be both excited and scared at the same time. You'll get so hot at the thought of them groping your tits but scared they'll finger your pussy and discover your secret. Of course by then you'll be so well trained that your pussy will be dripping with your own juices from the thought of what they want to do even as your butt plug stimulates you to add even more cream to your cunt! You'll know their thoughts as they stare at your tits or your legs and you'll be terrified feeling your own juices flow at the thoughts. You'll be ogled, gaped at, leered at and always you'll know that in their minds they're fucking a piece of ass YOU GIRL!!
When you finally find yourself wishing to spread your legs and get fucked by them you'll then discover true horror as you realize you have become a complete and utterly shameless Stepford Wife, except you're my wife and I'll do the fucking of your pussy unless I decide to have you sell or give yourself away....which I can always do since I know what a little horny slut you really are.
Yes Sabrina!! I've decided for you that you WILL become your wildest fantasy for real. I will ensure that your wish and dreams of being a very fuckable girly-girl become reality. You are going to become MY STEPFORD WIFE!!!!"
Chapter Six:
I stared in disbelief at what I was seeing and hearing. I squirmed and quivered as I tried to maintain my balance while being slowly fucked by the dildo and butt plug and watched as Laurene stared at my distress with a smile on her face and laughter in her eyes. My wildest fantasy was about to become my total reality and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. She had informed me that I would be chained and hobbled at nite and always laced unbearably tight into a full length body corset while having to wear a bra, stockings and seven inch heels to bed each night too. Also I would be wearing the vaginal gaff and butt plug nightly, with the dildo harness strapped into my pussy often.
Every morning I would be allowed to shower but always while tethered in some way. Once showered, I would be douched thoroughly before the gaff and butt plug would be reinstalled and locked on and for now the dildo harness also. I would get dressed in whatever my mistress decided on for that day and once my heels were in place they too were locked on. She had showed me several sets of locking straps specifically designed to lock high heels onto the feet of uncooperative bitch sluts like myself and with straps over my instep, under the instep of the shoe and then around my ankles they guaranteed that once locked, I would not be taking the heels off until L. decided. This ensured that I would be prancing around in whatever heel height she decided for me without any chance of removal when she went out. My hands were to be chained as well as my ankles, the length of chain allowed me determined by whatever my tasks were for the day. Thus Mistress was assured that I would remain in the house rather than escaping. She had covered every possible way out unless I wished to publicly display myself in my bondage and fetish clothing.
It was dark by now and L. had allowed me to finally sit down. This shoved the butt plug and pussy dildo ever further into me and I felt myself oozing cream regardless of my fears for the future. A pair of sexy gold five inch stiletto heels were placed on my feet and secured by the straps and Mistress slathered on my makeup very heavily in an imitation of a slut and then, still in that terrible gold dress and with my hands locked into the waist belt she had locked around my waist, she escorted me out the door and into her car.
The penis gag was still deeply secured into my mouth and my eyes widened with foreboding as she pulled up in front of a beauty salon. She went inside and then reappeared with a stunningly beautiful girl. The girl looked at me and laughed hysterically as she watched Laurene help me from the car. A cape had been placed over my shoulders hiding my bondage but not hiding one detail of my attire. My huge boobs stood out in front of the cape while my short slut dress glimmered in the street lights as I was forced to mince into the shop. I was placed into a chair in the front of the store and secured to the chair with a wide waist belt. My hands were then released only to be strapped to the arms of the chair and my hands fitted into molds which held each finger separately.
The girl smirked as L. whispered instructions and very soon I was being given a set of inch long ceramic nails which were extremely feminine in shape and blood red in color. Three coats of color were placed on my nails followed by two coats of clear. I was told they'd last at least four months! While they were drying my makeup was removed and then painstakingly redone. Long individual eyelashes were added to both my upper and lower lids and then heavily layered with mascara. Next I felt my ears being pierced. Not once, not twice but three times as Mistress smiled as I cringed. Studs were placed in the upper holes, medium sized hoops in the middle holes, while an ingenious complex devise was fitted in the lowest holes on each ear. I heard the girl telling L., "With those special lower earrings you may hang up to four pair of heavy dangling earrings on each ear. They will distribute the weight and will not pull out or stretch the holes too much. Why any girl would wish to wear the type of earrings you've picked out is beyond me but we do get many requests for them. It is a form of bondage as well as letting the girl know that she will display the most gaudy and heavy of dangling earrings......mostly it demonstrates what a slut she is and I noticed that you not only picked out the heaviest and longest ones but also the noisiest. Your little slut will surely attract everyone’s attention wearing them either individually or in combinations but I must say that for the demure quiet women these are quite distasteful. Now if you'll remove her gag I will finish with her lips in this indelible blood red color which should last a month. You do realize that even though you can darken her eyes and lips some the colors won't fade or wash off for at least 30 days right? And those eyelashes can't be removed either and all of this is quite waterproof?"
Mistress said she understood and it was exactly what she and I wanted. Turning to me L. stated, "I'm going to remove your gag but if you so much as utter one word I will replace it immediately, recuff your hands, put a spreader bar between your knees and then leave you outside here on the street. The gag will have to be cut off as well as all the locks and I'm sure you'll have a lovely humiliating time explaining yourself....especially when your rescuers reach your underthings! Now you will be cooperative won't you my sexy slut?"
I nodded in agreement and in short order my lips were dyed blood red to match my long crimson nails, the gag was replaced with a ball gag, my hands recuffed and I was placed back in the car.
Chapter Seven:
Thus began my conversion into a Stepford wife. For the first few weeks Mistress had me stay in the house while I learned to cope with moving in the extremely rigid corsets she had started me out in to whittle my waist and teach me how to breathe from my upper diaphragm which caused my titties to jiggle at all times. These were all made with lots of steel stays and boning and she always cinched them excessively tight. Also breast harnesses were almost a daily constant while my nipples were "titty tortured" with nipple clamps, chains and weights. The weights were added to help lengthen my nipples as well as assist in making them excessively sensitive.
I wore "slut stockings" at all times that were gartered to the corsets. These were always fishnet, textured, or with cute designs and all had back seams that I was schooled to keep straight regardless of how many times I had to adjust them. "You'll do this Sabrina until it becomes an unthought of habit," Mistress L. would say as she cracked my ass yet again for unstraight seams.
During the day I wore four inch heels from the time I got up until late afternoon when five inch spike heels were then locked onto my feet. At nite, my feet were locked into the seven inch stiletto heels while I slept. The only time I was without heels was during my bath. My feet and tendons were being trained to always be arched and as the weeks went by it did seem as if the heels were becoming second nature, or at least the four inch heels were.
I would have a chain locked around my waist and my ankles hobbled. My wrists were tethered with cuffs and chains with only enough slack to allow me to accomplish the daily chores I had to do. It was difficult to do chores in this restrictive manner but Laurene was insistent that I learn to become more dainty and ladylike in everything I did. I did laundry, vacuumed and dusted the house, did dishes and every other task known as "woman's work".
By the third week she had decided it was time for me to go out again on a few errands. I had thought that perhaps she had relented and I would be allowed a break in my training and looked forward to my stretchies and tops. But that hope was shattered when I saw the clothing laid out for me. Once again the corset was laced tightly and my breast harness cinched severely, making my breasts assume the womanly shape they were meant to be. Then came one of the heavily padded conical bras and Mistress pushed my titty flesh into the pointed stiff cups. This bra had pincher type metal arms extending inward from the nipple tips of the bra and Mistress placed my hard nipples between the arms and slid a locking ring down them until my nipples were firmly gripped. Then she tweaked and rubbed the bra nipples and the feelings were instantly transferred to my own, exciting me until my clitty loosed a flow of cream into it's sheath. Laurene smiled as she saw what her manipulations of my nipples did saying, "That's my good sexy slut. Get yourself primed for today girl!"
Four inch heels with their own straps were buckled securely on my feet and these heels were slender spikes. The corset had pushed my hips out some but not enough to please Mistress so she added a special girdle with large hip and butt pads. Black seamed stockings had been placed on my legs while my outer wear consisted of a very tight red pull on knit top and a straight black leather skirt which ended just above my knees. I struggled getting the skirt over my padded girdle and once in place I saw that my hips and ass were very prominently displayed and my breasts looked as if they would explode out of my top. Two tremendous torpedoes pointed up and out from my chest and looking in the mirror I knew that any man would stare at this blatant display of femininity. A tightly cinched corset belt was added in black while my heels and purse were bright red. A long blond wig that fell to my waist was added as well as jewelry.
In the top holes of my pierced ears were gleaming studs, the middle holes were adorned with gold double hoops and the bottom holes had long chandelier gold earrings with little bells that tinkled gaily as they bounced off my shoulders. Bangle braclets were slipped over both wrists while an anklet with bells was placed around my left ankle. My makeup was touched up with tons of mascara brushed onto my lashes and my lips heavily painted with the dark red lipstick and followed with a clear pearl lipstick that caused my pouting lips to shine and sparkle with a constant wet look.
Mistress looked me over and pronounced me ready to go. She was driving and would for the near future until she could trust me by myself. Also she added, "I really don't want to miss your public debut as a Stepford wife," while grinning at my discomfort. "Today, my little slut, you'll go into the post office and rent a post office box. Then every day or so you can prance into the post office, showing yourself off, and check for mail. We'll even order things by mail that you'll need to go to the counter and retrieve because they'll be too large for the box. Next, we need some things from the grocery store and I've made you a list. You'll go in by yourself and shop and if you can't find an item you'll just have to ask someone. And your final stop will be the drugstore. From there you will get several feminine items including more douche as well as three different types of kotex. You'll get panty liners, then medium pads for normal to heavy days and then maximum maxi pads, the bulkiest thick long pads they make for night time heavy flow! Oh yes, a large box of super tampons and that way you'll have something inside your pussy as well as something stroking your clitty even without a dildo. You'll be wearing one or the other daily for quite some time and occasionally maybe both."
I sat in the car seat ramrod straight with my shoulders pulled back and my titties thrust upward and out as if trying to make them more noticeable. The corset wouldn't allow me to sit in any other way! I realized I was dressed to attract maximum attention to my femininity. Everything I was wearing had but one purpose and that was to showcase my feminine charms and I trembled at the thought of the stares I would get.
Chapter Eight:
We were on our way home and I had to relate each embarrassing moment I had experienced during my errands while my mistress chuckled and giggled at my discomfort. She particularly had enjoyed my telling her how all the men seemed to talk to my breasts and how cheap and vulgar that had made me feel. Laughing, she had said, "Just wait girl! Once you've had your implants I'll have you going braless just to fuel their carnal lusts as they watch your pointed nipples dancing under a sheer top while your boobs jiggle suggestively. A real Stepford wife wouldn't care that she was a sex object and would glory in it....and in time you will too. Oh, you'll still feel embarrassment of course but I know that that really turns you on and gets you so wet in your pussy, doesn't it?" And with that comment Mistress had pulled my tight skirt up my legs until she could stroke my panty covered pussy and snickered feeling how wet they were. "Did my sexy slut have an orgasm or two today?"
"Yes Mistress," I responded quietly. "I felt like everyone was watching me and staring at me! My makeup was much overdone compared to other women and the way I was dressed made it appear that I had intentionally overdressed for my errands. I thought I could feel stares even as I had my back turned and was walking away from people. I was afraid to turn around and look as that would've made it seem I was an exhibitionist checking to see if I was getting the attention I wanted," I whined in anguish. "With the anal plug rubbing me in one spot and the dildo caressing my clit with every step I had a small orgasm in the post office and the second in the drug store. I was so humiliated when that one occurred."
"Go on Sabrina, I want to hear the details of your drug store orgasm!" Mistress ordered while smiling at me.
"I was so hot and could feel my earlier juices soaking my panties. I had bent down, at the knees, to reach for several douches and at that angle I felt the butt plug massaging my prostate and the dildo was rubbing my clit deeper than normal. My legs began quivering trying to hold my balance in these stiletto heels and the tightness of my skirt and corset all conspired to make my body wiggle. I became so turned on that, after accidentally bumping my nipple one time and feeling my breasts bounce in delight, I began rubbing my nipples through my blouse and bra. I could feel my climax ready to burst when I looked up and saw two women watching me. The act of being caught teasing my nipples combined with realizing how I must look sent me over the edge with a shuddering orgasm that was visible as I shook and wiggled in front of them. They knew what I had done and from their looks I could see that they were disgusted and contemptuous of my actions and appearance. I blushed terribly in humiliation at them witnessing my own debasement as well as the scornful looks they gave me seeing my outfit. To make it even worse they got in line behind me and talked as if I couldn't hear them and with mocking and sarcastic comments remarked about every aspect of my appearance. They assumed I was a whore trolling for business and they were sure I had absolutely no shame the way I was flaunting myself." I was in agony relating this story but yet I could feel a gentle oozing of cream from my clit as I retold the encounter.
"Well Sabrina, that's part of being the type of femme you want to be! Of course you got looked at when you were walking away!! The way your hips and ass wiggled and swayed was guaranteed to get you watched. I saw the view and it was positively lewd and suggestive!! You have a very sexy rolling and swishing of your hips and ass now that your body is doing on its own. I think it's a combination of butt plug, corset and heels with perhaps an added help from the dildo in your hot pussy. You can't help but strut that way and I intend for you to walk even more sensuously and invitingly before we're done." Mistress chuckled and continued, "May I remind you that this was your original idea and choice and I'm only making it come true for you my love. I know how the very thought of public exposure while looking slutty and whorish turns you on and you are such a sweet sexy exhibitionist at heart, or at least your pussy and clit love it"
Chapter Nine:
These type of excursions continued for two months. By this time I was in five and six inch heels in the house at all times and Laurene had announced I was ready for five inch stiletto spikes on my next outing.
Around the house Mistress had begun dressing me in truly outrageous costumes while I did housework. I had a very sexy and revealing French maids satin dress complete with panties dripping with ruffles and lace and the necessary petticoats that caused the hem of the dress to float in the air showing my panties at every step. Hobble skirts and dresses of all types were common and included leather, latex and patent leather. I didn't know a skirt could be a hobble unless it was around your ankles but my wardrobe showed me wrong. I quickly discovered that there were knee length hobble skirts and even mini skirts that hobbled. The colors ranged from black and blues to bright reds and pinks. The matching tops were normally latex and fit skin tight which made my bras stand out almost obscenely while the nipples were noticeable large hard points. Those bras all had nipple attachments and with the tightness of the blouses ensured my nipples were constantly jiggling and dancing in tune with my sway and bounce.
Today I was wearing a bright pink latex top that once it was zippered up clung to my every curve. The hobble skirt was dark blue in latex also and stopped just above my knees. My knees were forced tightly together and I knew I'd be taking mincing steps at all times. My hips and ass were filling out nicely but Laurene had insisted on my generously padded girdle today. Then she had placed a long long wig on me that ended below my knees in masses of loose curls. My ears had double dangling earrings hanging from them that were wind chimes with long metal rods of all different lengths. Their melodious chimes tinkled constantly with every movement of my body and even just with my breathing. Under the skirt and blouse was a latex hobble slip that disguised my corset and breast harness seemingly showing that all the bumps and curves were genuinely mine.
My feet were arched up on a pair of five inch slingback pumps with a narrow metal heel that was clicking noisily at every step on the driveway.
My mistress had told me I had a doctor's appointment today and that this outfit was in punishment for complaining about my feelings of being dressed as a sex object everytime we went out. I had bitched about the humiliations and embarrassments I underwent every day being dressed so provocatively. She had answered my complaints by saying, "It is only proper to feel that way because you are flaunting yourself openly as the sex object you wish to be. That is part of the price you must pay for becoming a Stepford wife to me but I can promise you that there will come a day that those humiliations will pale and be forgotten when compared to what you will yet undergo!" There was a distinctive gleam in her eye at this proclamation and I shivered with dread at what was still in store for me.
Arriving at the doctor's office L. insisted I go in by myself and she would be along shortly. The doctor was a gynecologist and naturally the waiting room was populated by several women. My entrance caused them all to stare at me as my heels made a thunderous clamor as I bounced and swayed over to the sign in desk. My lovely wind chime earrings rang loudly as I had to toss my head and sweep my hair out of my way as leaned over the table to sign it. My breasts looked as if they threatened to break out of their latex confinement with large, rock hard nipples leading the way. I minced back to take a seat and how out of place I looked. Most of the women were in pull over tops and pants, with only two in skirts. Both were in business suits that were fashionable but yet sedate and they were wearing stacked heels only two inches high.
I had had to sweep my hair off to the side as I sat down so I wouldn't sit on it and this left me with a long mane of curls draping around my huge titty on the left and almost reaching the floor. At least the skirt ensured I wouldn't be displaying my pussy by forgetting to keep my legs together but it hiked up about three or four inches as I had sat down. My seamed fish net stockings had not gone unnoticed either as I heard murmured comments about myself from around the room.
I had sat there over two hours and at least fifteen women had come and gone as I sat there feeling like I was a public attraction, being displayed for their amusement and fun. Finally I was the only one left and Mistress entered just as the nurse called my name.
We were escorted to a room and I was instructed to remove my blouse, skirt, slip, bra and breast harness much to my shame. Even the nurse was aware of my true identify and giggled as she watched me detach the built in bra nipple clamps from my nipples. After my top was bare the nurse pinched both nipples causing me to cry out and Mistress quickly slipped a ball gag deeply into my mouth buckling it tightly. As my hands reached up to the buckle, L. and the nurse each grabbed an arm, pulled me face up onto the examination table and secured my wrists to it. Then they placed my high heeled feet into stirrups and spread my legs wide exposing my pantied crotch.
L. smiled down at me and pulled my panties aside while remarking, "Oh honey. You've already made your panties slightly damp but you can do better." She removed the dildo and grinned.
The doctor had come in and after checking me over she gave me several injections of additional hormones. Some of these went into my breast area which wasn't unusual but the numbness I started experiencing was. Additional straps were placed around my chest, above and below my budding breasts. Then my shoulders, waist and hips were secured until I was unable to move more than my toes and fingers. Even my head had been strapped and tilted in place until I had a perfect view of my small boobs.
The doctor and Mistress came into view holding something behind their backs and both had wicked little grins. Then I began struggling harder than ever when they showed me the surprises. Each was holding what looked to be a massive implant but as they moved them closer I could see that though the outer dimensions seemed big they were rather flat. Then L. explained. "These implants are first placed inside you by making a small incision under each breast. They'll lay directly over your still growing breast tissue while not interfering with the blood flow and feelings of your enlarging areolas and nipples. Once in place the doctor will then inject a solution that will pump them up larger giving you really beautifully large breasts. The best part is that as your own breasts continue growing you'll become even larger. Probably a size or two. Now for the really fantastic news, I've decided I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable with your new breasts nor disappointed by them so the doctor and I decided that you'll be a 40c after implants, with the end results within less than six more months of your final size becoming either a 40dd or possibly a 40ddd!! You'll be so proud with them jutting from your chest and wait till you see the cleavage they'll give you when wearing underwired demi bras! Your nipples will quite likely be uncovered with only your lower breasts being covered. You will really be a show stopper then my darling little slut. Now you can watch as we make you the busty bimbo you desire to be. I can't wait to get you in bustier's with mini skirts!!!"
In horror I watched as the doctor inserted first the left and then the right implant and then began pumping a thick viscous solution into each. Before my eyes my breasts began enlarging both upwards and in circumference. By the time the doctor finished I could barely see past the huge titties protruding from my chest. "Notice how, even laying on your back they stand up rather than sag and spread. For the next three months you'll wear nothing but the cone bras only now your own flesh will fill the cups with out help from a breast harness," the doctor informed me. "L, you've no idea what a help those bras will be. I used a new type substance to fill the implants and it takes longer to fully settle and form but once set they'll never sag or droop or be anything but very perky, outthrust breasts that will precede her everywhere by several inches. They'll also look really cute bouncing and jiggling within their silky confines once she graduates from the cone type bra. The very stiff cups and spiral coning will ensure her breasts will not only be well formed but they will become very pointed and protruding. The essence of her femininity!"
The doctor and Mistress continued talking quietly and I couldn't hear what was being said but the doctor's next comments let me know what had been discussed. Looking at me and smiling the doctor went on, "After one week I see no problem with her wearing the specialty conical bras you asked me about L. In fact they can increase her nipple and breast sensitivity by being stimulated as they are forming and I can see where they would be tremendous incentives to behave properly. The irritations and tiny little pricks will only serve to drive her wild while she'll be unable to do anything about it and I'm sure after several days of instruction she will gladly flaunt her new boobs to your satisfaction. I especially like the idea of her nipples being constantly pulled out from her tits while being lightly pricked with pins, while her areolas are squeezed and pulled up at the same time. It also could help induce milk production at a later date with additional hormones.....and by the way, that would increase her bust size by at least half again!"
I again tried to break free much to their amusement as the realization of what was to occur sank home. My tits were not only going to become larger but the doctor had said tit torture was fine in those fiendish bras Mistress had designed
"Since she seems to have so much energy Doctor, do you think it would be ok to let her release that energy here so she'll be more manageable? I do think this table and her position is delightfully suitable don't you?" L. asked.
The nurse grinned as the doctor nodded in agreement and the nurse held up a long rubber dildo that had ridges all along it's length. Then she turned the base and I watched in terror as it grew. It lengthen and shortened, it swirled and wriggled and danced all about as it swelled and shrunk. Mistress looked on and nodded to the nurse and I felt it going deep up inside my pussy. It had been turned off while it was inserted and the nurse smiled as I tried to get away from it. However, it quickly was in place and I could feel it's hardness as it laid against my clit while being almost buried inside my pussy lips. With a grand gesture the nurse once again turned the base and instantly the dildo began caressing and wiggling within my vagina. I could feel it pumping inside my pussy as it squirmed and wriggled within me and against my clit.
Mistress watched my eyes widen as it became apparent, to me, that this was one of the "squirmies" she had described to me. My hips and pelvis began bucking as I found myself being fucked exquisitely. Seeing my high heeled feet strapped into the stirrups and pulled up and out only increased my sense of helplessness as Laurene giggled saying, "That's it honey! Feel it inside you and feel how deliciously wonderful it feels as it vibrates against your long hard clit! Sluts like you love that feeling and especially when their powerless to stop it but then again you're such an easy bitch you'll probably be begging me for it all the time now. That's it girl...moan into your gag. See what a helpless big tittied cunt I've turned you into with your sexy stockinged legs spread apart and your hot wet pussy pulsing as it's being well fucked. Look at your big breasts and think how they'll look when I send you out in cocktail dresses and low cut tops where your titties will be on display for everyone." Seeing that I was close to orgasm both her and the doctor took hold of a nipple and alternately pinched and flicked it, driving me into a shattering orgasm that continued for minutes as my cream first exploded and then flowed like a river. I could feel my juices leaking down the crack of my ass as my cream gushed from my clit. I screamed into my gag while seeing their smiling and grinning faces looking down at me.
"Sabrina," Mistress said as I finally began calming down, "You can either willing get dressed now when you're released or we can induce several more orgasms of that nature until you agree. The choice is yours. The squirmie will stay inside you until we get home and at the first signs of disobedience I'll turn it on again. Do you understand me? Nod your head if you agree."
Having no choice I nodded yes and found myself released but not until Mistress had shoved the squirmie up still deeper inside of me and I felt my vaginal lips close holding it inside. There was no chance of it falling out as I found when I stood up to dress. Regardless of how I moved it remained wedged tightly up inside and once the slip and skirt were replaced my thighs were pressed so tightly together it couldn't slip out. In fact I didn't think I could even pull it out until the skirt and slip were removed.
There were winks exchanged between the doctor, the nurse and my Mistress and the nurse said, "Oh I'm sure with the proper incentive it'll become active again," and she laughed.
Chapter 10:
After leaving the doctor's office, L. drove until we reached a rather large mall. Smiling that devilish smile of hers she informed me that I had an appointment at another beauty shop inside the mall and that the girls already knew what was required. If I was very careful they wouldn't read me but I was on my own. I shook in horror knowing that the way I was dressed was sure to cause me unwanted attention but at my complaint, Mistress only laughed and told me to get going or she would leave me there to find my own way home.
The trip through the mall was horrid as I received all the unwanted attention I had feared and then some, but it wasn't as bad as the beauty shop. I found out that my makeup was being redone in an extreme whorish fashion and the girls all thought I was a professional! They believed I was a high class hooker who strictly catered to fetish tastes and they relished applying the most slutty of all makeup jobs and my nails were lengthened into dark red talons of over an inch and a half.
I left the shop looking even more slutty than I had arrived and Mistress had intentionally set me up. I told her how the girls all seemed to enjoy giving me the total slut appearance I now had and L. chuckled as she told me that this makeup would last over two months.....but worse was when she informed me that, in reality, the women had all known I was a she-male and that this was part of my subjugation and training for becoming a housewife but a housewife who would always flaunt her femininity by wearing the highest of heels and suggestive sexy clothing at all times. I would also be going back there at least every two weeks for touch ups and the next time I went they would know that I knew. I nearly died at that revelation!
There ensued another three months of total humiliations during which time I made various trips in numerous different outfits. During this time Mistress always drove us at least 30-40 miles away from home, even for grocery shopping. I was attired in ankle length tight hobble skirts, short hobble dresses and every type of fetish outfit that could be imagined! My titties were always on display one way or another and occasionally I was forced to wear six inch strap sandals out! One of the worst ordeals was being dressed in my French maid outfit with six inch spikes and going grocery shopping. Talk about the looks and remarks! It was terribly degrading and humiliating as I pushed the cart around the store as everyone stopped to gawk and stare at me.
Mistress had been right when saying I only thought I had suffered humiliation in the past. In my maids outfit I was made to go to grocery stores, drugstores, malls and Wal-mart type discount stores. Just about every type of errand a normal woman would go on, Laurene ensured that I did the same. The very worst though was the time she had placed the special cone bra with the rubber nodules on me, inserted a squirmie vibrator into both my anal and vaginal pussies, six inch stiletto spike heels and my maid uniform and sent me into a huge mall with a shopping list of terribly sexy and racy clothing to purchase. I suffered every indignity and humiliation conceivable on that trip as well as multiple orgasms before the batteries ran down. The trip lasted over six hours because of my having to sit and rest my feet so often as well as trying to hide my orgasms.
Once that day I was unable to hold back an orgasm that came upon me so quickly that I could do nothing but stand, quivering in my spikes, while all my excessive jewelry clamored and rang, and let my climax explode! I knew people had to be watching me and wondering what was happening as I just froze as my orgasm ripped through my body and I felt cream flowing from my pussy onto my panties and thighs. Soon it was oozing down my legs and I had no choice but to try wiping it up with my finger while hoping no one saw me and then licking my fingers clean. This worked but also caused even more juices to flow until I wound up having over four major orgasms while in the mall.
The rubber nodules in my bra that day drove me wild as they massaged and caressed my breast flesh and nipples. Two days before this trip Laurene had forced me to wear the bra full of insulation for an entire 24 hrs, which itched and caused a great deal of irritation and discomfort. Then the day before I had had to wear the bra with the dull pins that poked and scraped my breasts while making my nipples almost raw. Once again I wore that bra for 24hrs. By the time the rubber nodule bra was installed on me my breasts were globes of intense sensitivity that caused my clit to ooze and leak cream with every step.
My breasts had formed themselves into protruding cones that conformed to the styling of the conical spiral wired bras I had worn constantly since my implants. They had also increased in size already to 40dd and were still growing. Even without the cone bras my titties now projected out and up looking enormous with no sagging or drooping. My nipples had become so large that they extended out a quarter inch normally and almost a half inch when aroused and were bigger around than large pencil erasers! My breast flesh actually had to be pushed and shoved into the cups and only the severe wiring and tightness of the bra made it possible to push all of my tit into each cup. The bras were really becoming uncomfortably small and L. giggled when she said, "Well my little slut of course they should. They are 38c size!!"
Forced Feminization Story Exchange, Chapters 1 to 10
Forced Feminization Story Exchange, Chapters 1 to 10
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Nice... I was picturing myself as the Mistress... I would have some fun!
BTW, you do get used to high heels. I don't feel right without them, and the lowest I wear is three and a half inches, most of the time four. It's just like wearing a corset. It is inconvenient at first, but eventually, one gets accustomed and feels out of alignment without it.
Then again, I'm not much of a complainer.
Jenny.
BTW, you do get used to high heels. I don't feel right without them, and the lowest I wear is three and a half inches, most of the time four. It's just like wearing a corset. It is inconvenient at first, but eventually, one gets accustomed and feels out of alignment without it.
Then again, I'm not much of a complainer.
Jenny.
Helplessness is a doorway to the innermost reaches of the soul.
If my corset isn't tight, it just isn't right!
Kink is the spice of life!
Come to the Dark Side - we have cookies!
If my corset isn't tight, it just isn't right!
Kink is the spice of life!
Come to the Dark Side - we have cookies!
