BDSM FEMINIZATION

BDSM FEMINIZATION

Thomas had just gotten his job after his interview with Bernard. So he would be her personal secretary. My plan worked as I hoped and I was very excited by this news. Thomas, on the other hand, seemed much less enthusiastic than I did. The idea of having to wear heels and skirts every day did not enchant her very much. It didn’t matter ! He could make grimace soup, I wanted to celebrate in front of a good meal and let him know.

He protested, saying that he could not go to the restaurant in this outfit. He wasn’t entirely wrong. At the moment I could not take the risk that he would inadvertently dirty his only work uniform.

  • All right ! I answered. Let’s go shopping first. You’re gonna need some more business. Madeline was very kind to lend you this outfit but you need a full wardrobe if you want to keep your job.

Immediately said, I started the car and took the direction of the nearest shopping center. He was making one of those heads as we wandered through the lingerie shelves. From time to time I would ask Thomas if he liked the patterns of such panties or the color of such a bra. Every time he turned red like a peony. It was so funny. I’ve never seen him so embarrassed. He kept glancing around to make sure no one saw him. It looked like a hunted animal.

Finally I bought her some blouses, a pair of women’s suits, a long dress, pleated or straight skirts, stockings and a new pair of heels.

From time to time, Thomas was shuddering and making his bad head, this complaining about everything and anything. “Why buy so much this or that ? I won’t need it long. »

But for each of his complaints, I had the same parade :

  • A woman changes clothes several times a day. That’s why there’s so much to buy. And if you ever fail to get another job you may need it longer than you think.

This response seemed to make him even more nervous. He thought he’d only have one or two weeks, but I was planning on keeping him in his post for a few days.

Before I left, I took one last pair of shoes that I wanted him to wear at home.

  • More high heels ? I hate that stuff ! “Wearing it makes me sick,” he said again.
  • Don’t worry, you’ll do it quickly, I assured him. All women get used to it. I took this pair on purpose so you could practice at home. It’s mandatory. Like skirts that force your movements to be more feminine. If you want to be discovered and look like a pervert, you can’t cut it. Plus it highlights your legs. You’ll soon turn the heads of all the boys.

A woman never has enough pairs of stockings to go with her shoes.
His eyebrows grew closer to each other. He was more and more anxious. He really had to start regretting the deal he made with me. Luckily now that he had a secretary job as a woman he was stuck.

After our small shopping, we went as agreed to the restaurant for dinner. Thomas asked me why he couldn’t go home first to change.

I pretended not to understand :

  • Oh look at you ! I exclaimed. You can’t wait to try on your new clothes !

He’s blushing.

  • No, I mean put on my normal clothes. “My man’s clothes,” he muttered.

– I don’t think so, I tell him. You’re Soraya the secretary now, don’t forget. To perfect your cover you will need every opportunity possible to dress up as a woman. The less time you spend as a man, the better it will be for your image.

We made “Soraya” and I a great dinner together and we had a nice time… at least I had a nice time. At the head of Thomas, one could immediately see that he was not at all comfortable. I blew him to decry himself because he would get more attention by looking grumpy than by acting like everything was all right.

He then tried to act as naturally as possible, which did not prevent him from attracting a number of glances … of man. Teasing, I offered Thomas to invite two of these gentlemen to our table. One of the advantages of being a charming woman is also to be able to get paid for a dinner while having a pleasant conversation with a man whose ardent desire could be felt in the eyes. The “new secretary” refused a block. I’m smiling.

  • You’re too shy. You’ll have to get used to getting men’s attention now, ‘ I told him, but I didn’t insist.

When we got home Thomas immediately went to the room and opened his laundry drawer. He cried when he saw that it was empty.

  • Where did my stuff go ? he worried as he hurriedly turned to me, his heels slamming firmly on the floor.

I just answered :

  • I sent them to Emmaus.

He looked at me, shocked. He never seemed so scared to me. I saw that his eyes had become wet.

  • What did you do ? shout at him.
  • Calm down, Thomas. What were you thinking of doing with your old clothes now that your nails are varnished, your ears pierced and a feminine cut. Madeline even applied semi-permanent makeup to your face. What do you think you’re gonna look like wearing men’s clothes ? Imagine the people who would meet you on the street. You can’t change your appearance morning and night. No, it’s better that you stay at the most in women’s clothing, even at night and on weekends.
  • Does that mean all I have left are the clothes we just bought ? he realized overwhelmed. No ! I can’t !

And on these words he returned to the bedroom and began to search every nook and cranny of every drawer in search of a remnant of his lost masculinity. But I had made sure not to leave anything, determined that I was to eradicate every single piece of male there was in him.

When I came into the room, he finally sat on the bed and stared at the wall in front of him. Without a word I began to fill his drawers that once contained his briefs and boxers and socks by the panties, bras and stockings that we had just bought.

What a delightful sight to see Thomas’s drawer literally invaded by a multitude of embroidered lace, cute little knots and frilly multicolored silk or cotton. I never would have thought that transforming a man in this way would give me such a feeling. For the first time in my life I really felt like the dominant person in our relationship. And if I ever doubted it, all I had to do was take a look at Thomas, tucked in his skirt and aerial blouse, to remind me that now I was the boss. After all, I had a good job in a law firm while Thomas worked as a secretary, at the bottom of the ladder. So it was quite natural that I now run the household.

As I filled the compartments left vacant by his new blouses, skirts, little tops, pants and dresses, Thomas continued to fix the completely lost wall. He was wiped out. I broke it.

In an authoritative voice i him to go to bed because he should get up early. His work began at 9 a.m. but he should not forget that he was going to have to put on makeup before going there and it took time. He didn’t seem to get carried away by the idea of having to get up an hour in advance just to put on makeup. Without making any further comment I handed him a silk pajama. It was light and soft to the touch and particularly feminine with the bird patterns that were embroidered on it. He took it without saying anything. In my inner Forum, I smile.

The first day was as promising as I had hoped. Thomas got up early and began to apply his foundation. The result was not terrible. With a sigh I sit next to him on the other stool facing the makeup artist.

  • Well, I’ll help you, I say. But you’ll have to train at night and on weekends if you don’t want to look like a transvestite but a real woman. I’ve subscribed to some magazines like Vanity Fair so you can learn fashion and fashion B.A.BA to become a beauty queen in two three strokes of blush.
  • But it’s gonna take so long ! he complained. When am I gonna find time to get out if I do this ?

– We will have plenty of time to do other shopping outings if the need arises.

– That’s not what I meant. I…

  • Shut up, baby. Let me apply a little gloss on those pretty lips.

When I had finished making him presentable, Thomas put on his secretary’s dress. With her skirt coming just above her knees and her red fly-sleeve blouse she was a mess.

  • Sexy, I whistled.

Thomas blushes to the roots of the hair.

As breakfast and instead of his coffee and butter toast, I served Thomas a half of orange and a bowl of soy milk. He pout when he saw the menu.

  • Soy milk ? But I hate it ! he cried out displeased. Why can’t I eat normally ?
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