Enslaved and Feminized by Dommes vol. 1: A Femdom story of Revenge, Chastity, and Feminization

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I still felt sleepy. I must surely be hallucinating from the drug. I could not believe what I was hearing. What on earth was she talking about? Male slaves? She obviously hasn’t heard about gender equality! Time for me to straighten this out….. Open!” commanded Kim and Mark opened his mouth so Kim could stuff it with cloth until his cheeks bulged. A long cloth strip tied around his head kept Mark’s mouth securely gagged. Now Mark stood with his torso completely secured. As always, the ropes were tight and secure.

Now just relax, boy, just like we did before,” said Kim and Mark felt his hole lubed generously. He groaned at the first sensation of penetration into his rear end. Slowly, Kim worked the plug into place until it was properly seated. Mark struggled to keep calm and accept the intruder in his butt. Hello my little darling. Come close and let me hug you into my blouse. Mmmmm. I'm so happy you are sharing Prim's Petticoat Pansies issue #36 with your loving Aunt. While we're reading the stories and articles this time, sweetheart, I want you to feel particularly respectful and just a little frightened, because we are talking Mothers-In-Law, as you know, and that means you SHUT UP and DO AS YOU ARE TOLD.

She went on. “This farm is owned by a private group of Ladies, who wish to hold men as slaves. We mean real slaves, not pretend slaves. We therefore seek out suitable men, men who are able to make the needed financial and time commitment, and we then train them to be slaves. REAL slaves. You have been selected, Peter. You are now an inmate, and you will now, in your turn, be trained to be a slave. Your weight loss will be attained, although it is just a small part of your training here.”

But it is known to happen. I have heard to many crossdreamer stories about childhood feminization to believe this it is not happening. I doubt very much that this is causing them to become crossdreamers, though, as most MTF crossdreamers have not been feminized as kids. For some reason, it is the female family members who seem to be the most ardent "feminizers" of young boys – dressing them up as girls. I have no idea why this is so. But to me this is a violation of the child's trust. So practise a little curtsey for me, darling, then sit in my lap, and you can be the respectful sissy for each of the Mothers-In-Law in Prim's stories. In fact, Pat came to Miss Vera's Finishing School with the support of his wife of 15 years. She asked that we refer to her by her middle name, Leigh — because she too is concerned about potential scorn. Leigh says she sees how becoming Bianca lifts the weight of the world off her husband's shoulders. It made me feel a little sexy sometimes as it swung across my shoulders if I wore a tank top. Every night I’d have to sit there and brush it to bring out the oils, she said. Long hair takes time, she said. Do it right or not at all was her motto. No wonder I never wanted to keep it nice before but then, I had all summer, only school would be starting soon and I knew she wasn’t going to let up on the hair or anything else. She seemed absolutely relentless about my grooming and deportment. I suppose it wasn’t too bad but I was beginning to have some doubts about myself lately. I felt, I don’t know, different somehow but just couldn’t put my finger on it. I think I was acting differently too, I don’t quite understand it!I was about to graduate from grade school, 14 years old, and ready to conquer the world. Mom and Dad said I had an attitude problem. I saw it as more of an expression of independence. Well, they were going to Europe for a year because of Dad’s job and I was to stay with Aunt Rose. She was my father’s sister and had bankrolled his import business. He pretty much did things her way or not at all even though he was president of the company. I rather say that as whipping out on his part but he was my dad and I had to respect that and all the money he made anyway. As soon as I was free the 5th of June, Mom and Dad were off to New York and London and who knows where else. Well, that was fine with me. I could use a break from parental supervision. I was a dyed in the wool slob and enjoyed it immensely. You know, sneakers, hole in the knee jeans, tee-shirt, long, dirty hair, the hoop earring in the left ear, the usual. Aunt Rose was pretty bossy though and I admit that I was a little afraid of her too. She was sufficiently larger than I was so she could probably put a hurt on me. She seemed kind enough when I was dropped off at her place though. I think that may have just been to fake me out though.