In my job as Headmistress at Forced Feminization University I encounter a great many males whose desire is to be beautifully feminized, but every now and then I meet up with a difficult, arrogant, hostile braggart like, well, like the former Mr.
Darren Sands here, or as he's known now, Miss Cherri Bazooms Oh how I would have loved being tasked with wearing this girly dress out for the day - shopping, lunch, errands - simply everywhere!
Too bad I had nobody to feminize me by force before getting there, I had no solution but doing it by choice! I'd really love to visit it again wearing a ring collar, with a companion leading me on a leash. Scary petticoating scene from Insidious Ch 2. Helplessly tied spread eagle with a tightly secured in a ballgag harness.
Waiting for the next person to come into the room to have their way with me. The cleaners laid out my sissy outfit. I feel sick! My kidnapper handed me a black bikini and high heels but I don't know why.
She told me to put it on. I followed her commands for fear of being whipped again. She told me that I am to attend a sex party today and the guests can do what ever they want to me. I was in for a day of abuse as their slave. She headed toward me with a set of handcuffs and a locking collar and leash. It wasn't too long long before my wife who I had to call Mummy was ULTRA Feminizing me and taking pics of me with my satin panties around my ankles while I was commanded to lift my Skirts and Petticoats She made me tell her how much of a Big Sissy I was and I had to tell her with a lisp It was after this photo session that she Gently Took my Virginity I climaxed after about 10 minutes of Mummy thrusting her strap-on into me My new Daddy thinks that I'm ready for my new life as a prostitute.
He spent a lot of time and money to make look like one. I don't want to do it but he's my Master and I can't say no. I went to a modeling job to make a little money on the side. I'm wondering what all that rope is for? Little did I know that I was getting more than I bargained for. Spending a relaxing moment by myself to contemplate what I will do with my slaves next.
I've been nice to them all day and we're smiling at each other right now. Little do they know that my "nice" time is over and I'm off to torture both of them. They won't know what hit them. I felt a little better when my photographer that the ropes were used for his last job and that we're only doing a photo session.
When Mario turned 10, his boy days were numbered, especially since his mom met several other moms with success in feminizing their otherwise normal son. Using every proven trick in their forced feminization book, cutie pie Mario had no chance of staying male.
And once they were removed and the Dr explanation of what would happen to his body, Mario gave up being a full time boy rather easily. My face is as red as my dress. Don't you think that it's about time for you to take that noose off my neck? I suppose it is the gas station first. Then the stores. Followed by the malls. Each time getting bolder as we move along our common path of cross-dressing.
It's all normal now. But like the rest of us oldtimers, that was not always the case. Here are some of my highlights of those forgotten moments. Remember, these for me were always dares for myself. Each time getting more hooked on the euphoria of getting more aggressive. I really liked in the old days getting into unrecoverable ventures. By that I mean once you crossed that doorway or threshold there was no turning back. You were stuck until the end of the ride. I do mean ride. I was all dressed up in Disney World.
I made it out of the car. I had on a frilly blue blouse with flowing shorts and 3 inch sandals. This was before I wore wigs. From the car I had to stand in line for the monorail to the front gate. As soon as the doors of the train closed I was at that point of no return. The clickety-clack of my shoes really made my presence known. I stuck out like a sore thumb.
Everyone else was in summer wear with tennis shoes. I got the stares. I got the laughs. I got everything that a crossdresser does not want.
Back then I was really just a guy in a dress. No boobs too. I went on most of the rides. One of them as I was leaving the exit I heard the employees calling out if someone lost their wallet. Oh My God. Yes it was me! I had to walk back to retrieve it going against the grain of everyone else walking out. The stares were horrendous. My heart was pounding all the way. When leaving the park at the end of the day as I was heading off to the monorail back to the car I tripped on something.
I heard behind me a lot of giggles. It was only then that the embarrassment overcame me. I actually did not go back on the monorail but walked the whole way on the outside sidewalk to the parking lot. That was a long and lonely walk back. If it had not been for the giggles of the girls behind me I would have left the park like everyone else.
Another time I got all dressed up for an auto train trip from Orlando to Washington DC with my car being hauled in the back of the train. I knew once I got to the terminal all dressed up there was no way of turning around. All of my boy clothes were in my car. And now the car was unavailable to me. The train ride lasted for 18 hours. I tried to sleep on the train, but my heart would not stop pounding of all the excitement.
These thrills were very different than going to the malls or store. There you can always just turn around and go back to the car. These adventures here in this story are one-way tickets with no getting off. It was a forced feminization onto myself. Once you got out of the car at the airport parking garage there was no turning back. The plane ticket costs were too high to just chicken out like in the past. Besides, I did not bring boy clothes with me. It's all or nothing. Going on tours of things too is a way to force yourself into a situation that there is no turning back.
Let's take Vegas for instance. Going to Hoover Dam for the tour. Once you get going there is no way to turn back. You have to finish the tour. Remember, I was not in just a "sort of girl look". I was always in a girly and frilly outfit with all the trimmings.
Year after year I would be going near that dam and see the helicopter tours. Well, of course that all changed years later when I finally got that helicopter ride over the dam.