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Sissy in the Woods

Forced Feminised Outdoors to Please his Dominant Mistress

By Felicity Fyst

Women Rule Series No. 2

Hautbois Publishing | 2019

Table of Contents Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | ABOUT THE AUTHOR | SERVICE

Chapter 1

IT WAS LATE AUTUMN WHEN Charlie Morris had first encountered his mistress; it was a Friday and they met on the bridge in town walking in opposite directions. She was on the phone, he had his head in the clouds. He did not realise how stunning she was until she was almost in touching distance. His eyes were fixed on the black polished riding boots as she purposefully strided towards him in.

Charlie had always had a thing about riding boots, jodhpurs and riding crops. He often thought about the girl at work who occasionally talked about the horse she rode as a teenager.

This woman was different than the beautiful blonde-haired office worker, she walked with authority and clearly someone at the end of her phone was receiving a good piece of her authority.

Charlie finally let his eyes travel up her jeans and her jacket to her face where he was horrified to see she was staring directly at him.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate his mind and he blushed at the thought of her knowing all his depraved thoughts lusting after her riding boots and her bowing down to kiss them.

She smirked as she ed. It was not an unfriendly smirk but it was, in Charlies opinion, definitely superior.

He carried the vision of her to work. Her long dark hair cascading down her back her slim but powerful thighs and her magnificent boots he just wanted to grovel in front of and worship.

He knew that such women were far and few between. He sought such dominant booted women on the internet, frequently he had to pay for their time as he gazed adoringly at their tight leggings and long thigh high boots and frequently, he would receive the same superior smirk tinged with disgust at the figure on the other end of the web cam.

Charlie had often felt guilt at his hobby, feeling he was exploiting these women, he felt dirty afterwards and vowed never to do it again until a few days later when his libido and fresh pay cheque would get the better of him.

Here he sat at work in the open plan office, watching the young female workers his desk. He imagined them just in their underwear strolling ed him, their long legs ending in stilettoes or possibly riding boots. He wondered what they would think of him if they every knew how depraved his mind was. How he would want to chase them around the office then hump their booted leg like a randy pet dog.

He calmed himself and returned to the computer focusing on the spreadsheet before him.

The day ed slowly as did the weekend, spent mostly surfing the internet for both new jobs and new sources of erotic entertainment.

Monday was always hell for Charlie, he was not a morning person, so to ease the pain he would always go into the local supermarket and buy something delicious for lunch. As he was bending down to examine the coffee, he felt a presence near him. He continued to examine the shelf when he felt the sole of boot crush his hand which lay on the floor next to his knee.

He immediately looked up and was surprised to see the woman on the bridge gazing down at him. She withdrew the riding boot scraping the skin on the back of his hand.

“Oh, was I treading on your hand?” She said in a matter of fact way.

“Err that’s okay.” Stammered Charlie who felt vulnerable and embarassed.

“You mean its okay for me to tread on your hand?” She enquired.

“Erm yes, yes, it is.” He said a little to enthusiastically.

“So, you are fine with me doing it again then?” She smiled sweetly at him tilting her head to one side.

He was still gazing up at her. She looked ten feet tall from down on the floor.

“Yes, if that is what you want to do that Miss.” He didn’t know why he said ‘Miss’. He was confusing online interactions with reality and felt even more

embarrassed.

The woman lifted her boot and placed it back on his hand then applied her full weight to his aching digits. His fingers felt they were being crushed in a vice, he stifled a cry but let out a whimper. He held the woman’s gaze. Her jaw was clenched, gritted teeth and a terrible smile. Her eyes flashed with delight. In a few seconds she released his hand he clutched it with the other and looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the incident.

To his relief the aisle was empty. But deep down there was sense that he would have enjoyed the public humiliation. Maybe a group of woman looking and pointing and laughing at his predicament. He became more flushed and began to stand up.

The woman frowned.

“Did I say you could get up?” She snapped.

Charlie confused, decided to return to his kneeling position gazing up.

“Good, now you know your place don’t you.” The woman said and taking out her phone snapped a shot of the poor Charlie kneeling at her feet looking red faced and very ashamed.

She laughed at the image and turning the phone showed him the screen.

“Don’t you look pathetic?” She sneered, then turned and walked down the aisle. Charlie followed her with his eyes, transfixed by the small tight buttocks that jiggled as she walked.

He was completely in love with her. At last he had found a dominant woman; not only in real life but also in the town he lived and worked in. After a few minutes of day dreaming about serving her he realised he was still kneeling he looked around to see a young pretty supermarket member of staff look curiously at him wondering whether to approach this strange man kneeling in the middle of the coffee aisle. As the red colour returned to his cheeks he picked himself up and walked off in the opposite direction.

He continued to stop every morning at the supermarket in the hope that he would meet the amazing riding booted woman. But to his disappointment she was never there. On the Friday he arrived twenty minutes earlier as a result of an inconveniently arranged meeting first thing at work. Again there was no sign of the woman. He left the supermarket disappointed and took the usual route into work ed the playground and through the small woods to the rear of his office building. It was a short cut he never normally took in the autumn with the paths being so muddy but he didn’t want to be late for his meeting.

As he walked through the birch trees, carefully avoided the puddles and mud by walking on the grass he saw a figure in the distance. There were occasional dog walkers on the path but they were far and few between.

Charlies heart started pounding as he saw the approaching figure was his supermarket woman. She wore the same riding boots and jodhpurs with a green Barbour jacket. He long black hair was tied up in a bun and she smiled when he was within twenty feet of her.

“Well if it isn’t my little boot boy.” She laughed. Her smile was intoxicating for Charlie. He wanted so much to please her and immediately fantasised about making love there and then to her in the woods. She was a good ten years older than him but looked amazing, he really was standing in front of a woman he felt he could be happy with.

“Good morning” He said, feeling extremely awkward at the mention of the boot incident.

“Good morning what?” She tilted her head enquiringly raising an eyebrow.

He immediately knew what she was referring to, he had been pulled up about this before with some of his online dominatrices.

“Good morning, Miss.”

“Better, but I prefer Mistress Miranda. You refer to my daughter as Miss, understand worm?”

“Yes, Mistress Miranda, I apologise unreservedly.” He lowered his head subserviently. He didn’t know why it just seemed appropriate.

“You like serving dominant women don’t you? I figured that the first time I saw you. I sort of have a sixth sense for it.”

Charlie blushed, he felt like she could see inside his head again. He felt physically and now mentally powerless before her.

“Yes, Mistress Miranda, I like serving the superior sex.”

“Well that is really quite fortunate because I love breaking men and making them my personal slaves, you look like you may have potential.”

Charlies eyes widened. This was beyond his wildest dreams. Here was a mature dominant woman that would take complete control of him, yes probably humiliate him and give the occasional thrashing but would nurture him and love him and they would make love in the most exciting ways. All these thoughts rushed through Charlies head at once as he stared at her mud encrusted boots.

“Now my little boot slave lets see how devoted you are to serving the superior female sex. As you have such nice clothes on we don’t want you to get all filthy, so you had better take you suit and shit off, fold it up nice and neat then I will hold it for you while you attend to my boots.”

He looked around, was she crazy? Anyone could appear at any time.

“Don’t worry you can keep your underwear on and I will let you know if anyone is coming.”

He made a decision, and quickly removed his jacket, tie and shirt, handed them to her then carefully slid off his tros. She snatched them from him with a

broad smile on her face.

“Good slave, now let’s see you down in the mud like a good pig and start to lick the mud off my boots. Now I said !”

Charlie rapidly sank to his knees and the mud oozed through his fingers as he placed his hands either side of his mistress’s black rubber riding boot. His head went down and his tongue lapped at her instep. He was so excited but also felt so vulnerable and humiliated. He continued licking the mud from her boot, working his way up the side to just below the knee. He gazed up at her, she was filming the whole thing and smiling. He saw the other boot raise into the air then come crashing down on his head, squashing his face into the mud.

“Did I say you could look at me worm?”

“No Mistress Miranda. Sorry Mistress Miranda.” He gurgled as the brown puddle water filled his mouth. He felt so weak and helpless under her boot but also highly aroused by this powerful, superior female grinding him into the dirt.

The boot stayed on his face as she explained how pathetic he looked and that there was no hope of any woman every considering him worthy of being their equal. No man who allowed himself to be ground into the mud was only capable of being a slave to the superior female sex. He agreed emphatically with her hoping she would take him and allow him to serve her in whatever way she saw fit.

Releasing the pressure she ordered to kneel in front of her.

He quietly sat up ensuring his arms were behind his back and his head lowered, not in entire subservience more as a way of iring her shiny black boots some more.

“Look at me worm.”

He raised his head and looked at her beautiful face smiling down at him, the phone still raised and at arm’s length recording his subservience.

“You have done well in your first interview. If you want to serve me some more then meet me here tomorrow morning same time, do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Miranda, thank you Mistress, I will be here.”

She tossed his clothes on the grass and as she began walking away he gazed at her small firm buttocks, hypnotised as the flexed alternately, raising and lowering as she walked.

About fifty tards from him she stopped, turned her head and smiled.

“Oh, by the way I want you to buy some nice expensive women’s lingerie and be lying face down in the grass blindfolded when I arrive. I also want to see the receipt for the lingerie to know you have paid for it and not just stolen your sisters underwear, understand?”

Still kneeling he started to babble.

“Eh Mistress please, I don’t have any women’s lingerie, I am that is I don’t cross dress, I am not really into that sort of thing.”

Her smile vanished, she turned and matched back towards him with a stern look on her face. She raised her right hand and brought a stinging blow down on his cheek. He yelped in shock and pain.

“Don’t ever make this about you. If I tell you to get naked you will get naked immediately. If I tell you to lick the mud from boots you will do it right away. If I want you dressed in slutty underwear you will not even hesitate because that is what your Mistress wants and that is what your Mistress gets. Do we understand ourselves slave?”

“Perfectly Mistress Miranda, I won’t let you down.”

“Make sure you don’t otherwise you will find yourself all over the internet.” She said softly waving her mobile phone in the air.

Chapter 2

That afternoon in the office Charlie couldn’t focus on his work. He was fixated by the powerful matriarchal figure that had totally dominated his life. Even when he went into meetings all he could think of was looking up at the stern beautiful face of his Mistress glaring down at him.

He looked around in the office, none of the women here were in anyway as dominant as his Mistress. They acted tough but he doubted anyone would slap him hard across the face for insubordination. He started to feel a bulge in his tros as he imagined the cruel sadistic women leading him around the office on a leash. All the girls giggling and pointing at him dressed in lingerie and walking to heal next to the riding boots of his Mistress Miranda.

He caught the eye of one pretty raven-haired girl that smiled sweetly at him as he walked ed the photocopier. She was lovely, around nineteen and called Chastity Dalgleish. She worked in the legal department and he was certain she was single. Ordinarily he would have jumped at the chance of asking her out and hopefully eventually ending up in bed with her. She was slim petite and had bright green eyes, deeply piercing and she had a confidence about her that Charlie ired. His face went red at the realisation she had looked down to the bulge in his tros and then up at his eyes and her smile widened. She clearly thought he was thinking of her. But she was not his Mistress. His Mistress Miranda was all that he was interested in now and he was sure she was completely devoted to training her loyal slave. Loyalty clearly meant a lot to her and he immediately dismissed any thoughts about Chastity, he had a bigger problem to concern himself with. How to get hold of some lingerie and a blindfold before tomorrow morning.

This was real head scratcher. The hood he could improvise. He had a drawstring bag he kept his trainers in. That would suffice. But he had no women’s underwear. Coming up to lunchtime he would have to take a trip into town and find some suitable underwear to keep his Mistress happy.

This would not be easy he thought as he stood outside the small brightly coloured lingerie shop called Boutique Maîtresse in the high street. He had never shopped for female underwear before in his life and as he entered the shop the bell above the door sounded loudly, alerting he two female staff and two customers in the shop of his presence.

Once of the girls came over to him smiling.

‘Can I help you Sir?’

‘Eh yes I just need to buy some lingerie, a present for a eh a girlfriend.’

‘Okay certainly Sir. What sort of thing are we interested in? Just a bra and panties or something more extensive?’

Charlie thought for a moment what his Mistress would want. She would want to see him looking as subservient and as humiliated as possible he was sure. He would need to be dressed in something as feminine as he possibly could find in the shop.

‘Pink, really pink and a full set, suspender belt and stockings, you know really

sexy and feminine.’

He started to go pink himself at the thought the pretty young girl could read his real intention.

‘Certainly Sir. Come his way we have a lovely delicate set of pink silks and over here the electric pink.’

She guided him to a rack and took off a bra and a matching g string and suspender belt.’

‘What size is your girlfriend?’

Charlie started to go pinker.

‘Eh she sort of my build and height.’

The girl raised an eyebrow.

“What about bra size Sir?”

“Er well she around my chest size.”

He started to get flustered this was not going well. What bra size would he have to get.

“It’s okay Sir we get quite a few men that like to wear ladies underwear.”

The heat started to rise in his checks. He felt so small in her presence. What the hell would he do now? Deny it, lie to her and tell her no, it really was for his girlfriend, he just had no idea about her size. The alternative would be unbearable. It was a small town and the chances are he might bump into this girl again. How would he look her in the eye. Then he thought about his Mistress. What would she expect of her loyal little slave?

She would expect complete honesty and subservience to the superior female sex. He swallowed his male pride and explained it was indeed for him.

The girl looked slightly startled by his confession, clearly she had only been teasing him and there was a look of concern as she glanced over at her colleague, whose’ s customers had now left.

“Alice this gentleman is shopping for himself. He wants to dress in pink but is unsure of the size he needs.”

As the two girls stood beside him he felt very small and ashamed.

They were in their early twenties and clearly highly amused about dressing a

man in women’s underwear.

Charlies blushing now extended to his neck which was redder than the camisole hanging in the window.

Alice turned to first assistant and smiled trying to stifle a laugh.

‘You can have what ever bra size you want Sir. We had pads over here to fill the cups and give you that lovely full cleavage.’

“Or you could have a teenage training bra if you want the natural cleavage. I believe some men use tape to create a natural cleavage. We have a deeper bra that could cover the duck tape. This is a nice one here and we can pack it a little.”

Charlie just wanted to get out of the shop and nodded furiously.

“Yes, that will be good thank you, Miss.” He ed his training and thought it best to refer to them as Miss.

“And here is the matching bottoms, with a suspender belt. Ah over here we have some electric pink fishnet stockings you might look nice in. Have you thought about a corset? It will give you a nice feminine hourglass figure?” The girl couldn’t help but giggle at this point. Her friend tittered as well.

She led him to the display at the back of the shop. A stunning black and pink corset was fitted onto a sexy manekin. The corset was pulled tightly and gave the hourglass look that was so in vogue these days.

Charlie looked at the price tag and gasped.

“It is a lot of money to buy outright I know, but we offer a rental service, you may be interested in. It’s a fraction of the price for a week’s rental and we fit it for free, some clients like yourself keep coming back and paying us more and more to keep it on and pulling it tighter every week. It’s much harder to do on your own, especially if you want it nice and tight.”

Charlie didn’t know what to do, he desperately wanted to get out of the shop but knew if he could look really good for his Mistress he would get extra brownie points and in a deeply perverse way like the idea of these attractive girls dressing him up as a woman.

There was certainly no way he was going to make a habit of this though and wouldn’t be back next week to have it fitted tighter.

‘Okay yes Miss if you don’t mind.’

The girls clapped her hands and grinned.

“Not at all this will be fun.”

Charlie paid, it wasn’t cheap but he knew it was an investment. He had gone that extra mile and hopefully his Mistress will appreciate his efforts. The girls lead him to the back of the shop and into the changing rooms.

They watched as he pulled off his shirt, nervous about being half naked in front of these two girls.

“Right let’s get you taped up. The girls laughed in delight as they wrapped his torso in grey sticky tape, pulling his chest together, forming a deep cleft. He slipped the bra on and one girl fixed the clasp at the back whilst the other slipped the padding into the cups.

Charlie looked in the mirror, aside from the chest hair he was now sporting a rather convincing cleavage which he desperately hoped would please his Mistress.

“Oh, don’t you just look the busty wench!”

He blushed but was enjoying himself, it was strange but he felt comfortable around them and knew that he was in safe hands and he almost felt this was acceptable to be dres as a woman.

“Right let’s get you into the corset.”

The girls quickly wrapped the cold hard metal boned corset around his waist and took great delight in pulling the cords as hard as they could.

“Breath in, stop moving!” One girl ordered as he tumbled over as they yanked hard at the laces.

“Actually why don’t you lie on the floor and then we can get some leverage.”

He didn’t want to upset them by denying them their fun so lay on the floor face down.

He felt their shoes on his back as they pulled the laces and he felt his waist contract considerably. The little heels of their shoes dug into the flesh of his back but he didn’t mind, in fact he particularly enjoyed it. To his delight they both stood on his back full weight laughing and giggling.

He started to feel discomfort as they dug their heels in pulling and yanking at the laces.

He let out muffled groans as the points of their heels dug into his shoulder blades.

“No pain no gain honey. Now, almost there.”

He felt one girl squatting down and tieing the laces tightly. He then heard a zip and then a click.

“All done. You are nice and tightly bound. You will need to get use to it, so best to keep it on all day and then take it off tonight.”

The other girl giggled at this.

“Well give us a twirl.”

He obliged and then gave a little curtsey for fun.

He looked in the mirror. He certainly had a much narrower waist thanks to the corset but he felt incredibly uncomfortable like all his internal organs had been squeezed into a container half its original size.

“It’s a very comfortable model and it is designed for you to sleep in.”

There was no way he was sleeping in this thing, Charlie thought. As soon as he was home, he would be taking it off and somehow put it back on in the morning.

“So how about the whole ensemble?”

He looked at one girl then the other and started to blush redder. They didn’t really mean to wear the underwear, suspender belt and stockings did they?

“its all right we have seen it all before. Come on, lets get you fully kitted out. You will feel so much better.”

He couldn’t believe what he was doing. In front of two gorgeous young girls he was undressing to become fully feminised like some amateur drag queen. He had never ever considered cross-dressing in his life but he experienced a huge thrill from the prospect of being forced to wear women’s clothes. These young girls seemed to enjoy his discomfort and humiliation as much as his Mistress. He just couldn’t believe his luck and so removed his tros and underpants.

The girls mocked surprise as the pointed to his groin and giggled.

“looks like someone is please to be out in the open air.” They laughed hysterically as Charlie went bright red and rapidly pulled on the thong which barely covered him. He struggled with the pink stockings almost falling over twice. The girls smirked as he fumbled with the suspender belt and eventually they assisted which made him aroused and ashamed at the same time.

“Oh, don’t you look the slutty glamour model. You know to make it more convincing you might want to think about smoothing off down there.”

He looked in the mirror at the transformation before him. Charlie the male office worker had been replaced by a busty hourglass figured transvestite with a bulge in the thong which as the girl had pointed out was quite unsightly.

“How do I smooth that off?” He asked.

The girls eyes lit up.

“It’s really popular with a lot of our clients and has lots of attachments to well, make life much more fun.” Both became really animated.

One of the girls went to the shop front and pushed the bolt across the door then turned the sign around. Clearly, thought Charlie they were extremely serious about smoothing him down.

Well in for a penny in for a pound he thought. The girl returned and they both took his arm and led him to the back of the shop towards a heavy scarlet curtain hanging down between two marble figurines of Amazonian type women, they reminded him very much of Mistress Miranda.

They pulled the curtain back and he walking into the the dimly lit room. He gasped as he surveyed the interior. The walls were dotted with strange rubber cones and the ceiling similarly treated. Around the room was an assortment of furniture with straps, buckles and chains hanging from them. A rack of whips and crops and canes was positioned at one end of the room and next to manikin heads covered in masks and blindfolds were displayed on a cabinet. The girl knelt down and opened up the cabinet and pulled a strange chrome contraption with two steel chains hanging from it.

“Here we are, the latest device to ensure complete submission, eh oh and smoothness. See this will be your new groin.”

She stroked the highly polished gently curving metal plate.

“I don’t understand.” Said Charlie who really didn’t see how anyone could wear such a thing.

“It’s a beautiful piece, don’t you think? Your member goes in her.” She inserted her two fingers into the tube on the inside of the steel plate.

“Then this locks around your back here. There are two keys. You keep one and we keep the other for security purposes. In case you loose the other. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life in chastity now do you?” She smirked. Her face was so beautiful and in the dim sinister surroundings he felt a power in her that was not present in the shop.

There was no way Charlie wanted to be locked into a metal tube. No way on earth. But he reasoned if he had a key to unlock himself then it would make sense to make himself as girly as possible. The rental cost of this, well what clearly was a chastity device, made it affordable for a week’s hire. He could also see the girls wanted him to put it on and he had this irresistible urge to please them, even though his head was warning him to leave the shop immediately.

“Okay let’s do it.”

The girls cheered both started to unclip his suspenders a pull down his panties. His member sprung into life an they giggled.

“Oh my that’s just not going to do. You need to be flacid to go into the tube.”

He blushed as the two girls looked at his groin and pondered what to do.

One of the girls had an idea returned a few minutes later with a large cup of water which clinked with ice cubes.

She knelt down and plunged his private parts into the water. He squeeled as the cold water numbed his appendage and to the laughter of the girls looked down to see the tiny shrivelled form between his legs.

Guided by the girls he stepped into the metal contraption and rapidly and deftly they fitted the chrome chastity device to his body. He heard the click of the lock snap shut and one of the girls waving a key in the air.

“Looks like you are well and truly feminised.” She laughed and he quickly pulled up his panties to cover the steel front plate the chastity device.

It was indeed smooth and although still bulging there was no pronounced shape just a smooth curve.

They both stood back and ired their handiwork. Then one of them picked up the blindfold from the cupboard and tied it tightly round his eyes. All went black and Charlie stood in silence as he heard the girls heels clip around him as they tweaked and adjusted his outfit.

He stood for what seemed like an eternity until they finally took off his

blindfold.

“Here you go – your key, now try not to lose it, but if you do don’t worry we have one here.”

“Thank you, you have been very helpful and kind.”

They laughed and led him out of the back room. He paid the full amount which was nearly four times what he had budgeted for the lingerie but felt vindicated in the knowledge he was serving his Mistress well and she would, he hoped, consider it money well spent. In less thank twenty four hours he would find out.

Chapter 3

Charlie left work feeling somewhat perturbed by his plight. Ironically his colleague Chastity had worn a tight leather skirt and unusually high heels today and early afternoon she had made numerous es along the corridor past his desk and into the photocopy room opposite. Charlie felt instantly aroused but he his ardour was kept in check by the solid steel tube. It was incredibly uncomfortable and verging on painful when he became in anyway aroused. Chastity unaware of this continued to tease him with her long legs and shiny black posterior that wiggled down the corridor much to Charlie’s discomfort.

There was nothing for it, he would need to get out of this contraption. To hell with getting used to wearing it, this damn thing was coming off; he would put it back on in the morning.

He rushed to the unisex cubicles on the floor below and rapidly pulled out the key from his pocket. He quickly pulled down his tros and the pink g string and began to fumble with the lock. The key fitted but wouldn’t turn. Damn he thought, there must be something wrong with the key. He often came across one key that worked and then the other which didn’t. But this was so strange. The girl in the shop had tested both keys out they both unlocked the chastity device.

Then he ed the blindfold. Bitch. She must have switched his key with a dummy. But why? Was he being paranoid? Or had she really taken both keys from him. She certainly was amused when she dangled them in front of his face. What the hell was he going to do. This sort of thing didn’t come off easily. A serious angle grinder would be needed to cut through the steel waist band.

To get back into town before the shops closed he would have to leave now and that was going to happen. His mean spirited boss had requested a staff appraisal meeting at the end of the day.

The only thing to do was to get to the shop first thing in the morning and demand the key back. This was verging on unlawful trading or something, he would threaten to speak to the owner and have them sacked if they took any more liberties with him.

Charlie had an uncomfortable walk home, stewing over what he would say to the lingerie girls in the morning. Back at his flat he threw off his suit and rapidly removed the g string suspender belt and stockings. He unclasped the bra. There was nothing he could do about the chastity belt at the moment but he was going to get this damn corset off. If nothing else.

He fumbled at the back trying to find the laces. There was nothing there. Just a smooth . His fingers frantically moved around but there was no way in. Then he felt the cold metal of the padlock that secured the in place. Bitches! He screamed. They had locked him in the corset. No wonder they didn’t want a deposit the only way out was with the key. He was trapped in a corset and chastity device. Could things get any worse he thought.

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In the morning his body ached and he was exhausted. He hardly slept, mulling over in his mind what on earth those girls were thinking doing this to him. Did they think they could get away with this? He was going to go straight to the shop first thing and have it out with them. He put on the clothes he was expected to wear for his Mistress, iring himself in the mirror, there was no way on earth she would not be impressed with this get up. He imagined them together in a

ionate embrace and after a brief moment felt the hard steel dig into him. He swore as his ardour was quenched and continue to dress in his normal work clothes.

When he arrived in town he was disappointed to find the shop closed. There was no sign of the girls inside, it was as dim and gloomy as the back room they had dressed him in.

He swore and a group of schoolgirls giggled at this forty year old man peering into a lingerie shop. He quickly moved on worried he would be classed as a pervert in this small town where everyone knew everyone’s business.

He arrived at the rendezvous in the woods early so he scouted around to make sure there was no one around. He hid in the bushes and removed his male clothes. He took out the blindfold. His heart was beating hard and fast. He felt incredibly exposed. But he wanted to please his Mistress so much and the only way to do that was to lie face down in the dirt wearing nothing but women’s lingerie with a blindfold over his eyes.

He assumed the position, pulled the blindfold over his eyes and was plunged into darkness.

After ten minutes which seemed like ten hours to Charlies, his other senses heightened picked up a very faint footfall in the distance. His heart beat faster, anxious that the woods were suddenly popular with dog walkers and runners.

But to his immense relief as the footsteps got closer a familiar voice rang out.

“Well, well look what we have hear it’s a little pink sissy slave just desperate to serve the superior sex, isn’t that right, sissy slave?”

“Yes Mistress Miranda I am desperate to serve the superior sex.”

“Good sissy girl. Now do you want to lick the dirt from my boots, Sissy?”

“Yes, Mistress Miranda, I do, more than anything.” The metal chastity device was now causing immense discomfort.

“Tell me your full name first sissy slave and your age.”

“It’s Charlie Andrew Morris, Mistress Miranda. I am forty two.”

“Good girl. Now I think you should have a sissy name. What do you think girls, any ideas?”

To Charlie’s horror two more voices ed his Mistress. He felt sick. He recognized them immediately. It was the two girls from the lingerie shop. How the hell did they know Mistress Miranda and what were they doing here? Charlie’s head was spinning.

He was about to get up when Mistress Miranda pre-empted him. He felt her boot

on the back of his head and her full weight push his face down into the ground.

“Stay where you are sissy. Climb on girls.” Laughed his Mistress.

He suddenly felt small spikes of the girls heels dig into his buttock and his shoulder blades. The girls were unsteady so there was a constant jabbing of the heels into his flesh, it was just uncomfortable on the buttocks but extremely painful in the shoulder blades. They gradually acclimatised and balanced using the trunk of the nearby tree and Mistress Miranda was probably assisting the girl on the shoulders.

Charlie whimpered in discomfort as the girls laughed and launched into a long list of girls names.

“Abigail, Daniella, Sophie ooh what about Nancy?” They all laughed aloud.

The second girl moved down to his thighs which hurt a lot more. She did a little dance as she declared her choice.

“I know what about Charlene – like Charlie but a lovely girly girls name.”

“Oh I like that, yes that’s a good one. Right Charlene its time for you to meet your new owners.”

The girls jumped off and Mistress Miranda pulled off his blindfold.

He blinked like a new born puppy in the bright light.

“What, what do you mean Mistress?”

She slapped him hard across the face with her gloved hand. She looked even more magnificent this morning. She wore tight black PVC leggings, a tight white blouse showing off her cleavage and high leather riding boots.

He looked up at his Goddess and then the two shop girls standing beside her.

“Kneel in front of your new Mistresses sissy Charlene or you will wish you had never been born.”

Charlie immediately picked himself up from the ground and knelt before the two young girls who just smirked at his plight.

“I guess your stupid little sissy brain is trying to figure it all out. Well Mistress Melanie and Mistress Saskia here work in my shop. Ohh, that’s right you stupid little sissy, you walked right into it. Our cameras have the whole thing recorded. You volunteering to be locked up in women’s clothing. The girls got some nice shots of you. I don’t think you really want them going on the web do you? What would your colleagues think? Or your family?”

The girls laughed as he went bright red out embarrassment and the realisation he had been completely screwed over and now was at their mercy.

“Mel and Saskia love humiliating men more than I do and you are going to be their 24/7 no limits plaything. Sadly they broke their last toy and I needed to get them a new one. As luck would have it, you were in the right supermarket at the right time.”

The girl with the dark hair stepped forward and slapped Charlie hard across the face. He toppled over and the second girl kicked him hard between the legs. He curled up in a ball in agony groaning.

After a few moments he looked up at the two girls embracing and kissing ionately occasionally glancing down at him and giggling.

Charlie felt a wave of arousal and excitement at being owned by two lesbians. Mistress Miranda smiled.

“You are to be their plaything now Charlene and you will everything they command. You will be feminised by them and you will receive a monthly inspection from me.If you you will be unlocked from chastity for five minutes as a reward and allowed to hump my boot. All your spare money will be spent in my shop on accessories as well as treating your new owners to clothing. It’s a win win situation don’t you think sissy you must be delighted to have two Mistresses now?”

“Yes, Mistress Miranda, than you Mistress Miranda.”

“And?” Enquired Miranda.

“Thank you Mistress Saskia and thank you Mistress Melanie.”

The girls looked at each other and laughed, they were going to have some fun over the next few months and sissy Charlene was not going to know what hit her.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

FELICITY FYST IS A female supremacy author that enjoys writing female domination stories about weak minded males that are seduced, enslaved and often force feminised to please their superior mistresses.

A one-time art student turned author Miss Fyst now enjoys the pleasure of writing out her little stories and earning a living from this art form. She has a large number of happy male submissive readers that enjoy her stories along with woman that enjoy her imaginative ways of enslaving men and making them suffer as well as pleasing their Female Fverlords.

There are a number of strands to her work, and she often approaches them as performance pieces that engage an audience and enable the recipient to be, albeit for a brief period, enslaved by her powerful female mind. Seduction and art have always been a part of Miss Fyst's work and she will continue to produce stories as long as there are readers happy to buy them and her as all good male submissives should.

Felicity Fyst was brought in Swansea and now lives in the wilds of Northern England where her remote location enables her to do whatever she likes to whomever she wants without being overheard or overseen.

SERVICE

Many people who enjoy my stories ask me how they may serve such a majestic superior female as myself.

The answer is simple, what I require more than anything is for my loyal readerbase to share the enjoyment of my work.

This can be through sharing the links to my books on Amazon, Itunes or Kobo via social media such as Twitter, Facebook and Pinterest.

But what I prize most in my devoted fans is their to my work through online reviews. You can share your thoughts on Amazon or other eBook stores as well as GoodReads.

I am always keen to receive honest about my work and would like to know what my readers enjoyed most about my little stories of forced feminisation and female domination.

This not only helps me improve my future writing but gives me an clear indication of what my readers want me to write about. So, get reviewing and send me your thoughts and you never know, one day I may write the perfect story just for you.

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Felicity Fyst xx