I would be accepting of this important change.
I concentrated my gaze on the strange, very feminine face staring back at me from the mirror as April applied the red lipstick. As she had me smack my lips to spread the lipstick, I realized how deeply I was into this and that there was no going back only forward. “Yes, My Lady, I think I am ready."
"I think your face is lovely. What do you think?” April smiled as she admired her work.
I continued to look at the stranger for what seemed like a long time, trying to believe it was me. In my stunned state, I failed to answer and April became impatient with me.
"Well, speak up.” She slapped my back just above my butt to urge me to respond.
"Well, My Lady, I don't think I see Scott anymore . . . I think I see Stacy.” It was true. I felt like I was looking at a feminine half of myself let loose.
"I couldn't have said it better myself.” April observed.
Two hours had passed and April and I were both waiting in her front room for Paulo to arrive. There was a high level of nervous tension in the room for this would be the first time the three of us would be together during a session. With Paulo as April's Master and April as my dominant, who knows what might happen.
Still dressed in the semen-stained blue tights and matching, tissue-stuffed bra, I now sported a wig of long, auburn hair cascading down my shoulders. When April had placed the wig on me she'd told me it was definitely temporary as she did not see me as a brunette, but rather as a blue-eyed bimbo blonde. The thought struck me as highly erotic as I'd always fantasized about blondes and the idea of becoming my own fantasy seemed irresistible.
In addition to the wig, I wore some things I was less excited about. My wrists were handcuffed behind my back, and my bottom hole had been filled to the point of mild discomfort with what April described as a beginning-sized butt plug which now stuck out of my rear end. She has lubed me well and opened me with her fingers, but still it was painful when my rectal ring was stretched to accept the invader. Once inside me, it didn't feel beginning-sized, but when I complained April merely laughed and said. “No pain, no gain. Don't worry, you'll stretch and then you'll begin to crave being filled.” I had a hard time accepting that idea, but perhaps it would prove true.
April was now naked, transformed into Paulo's slave. As she stripped off her clothes in the bedroom she had explained to me how Paulo had given her permission to wear clothes during the part of the session where we were alone together, but she must be naked to greet her Master.
She had also explained to me about how she'd made other sacrifices to be my dominant, such as not being gagged during the time the three of us interacted so she could communicate with me when necessary. She said she loved being gagged, but her Master had promised new delights to her after I was dismissed for the evening. She insinuated she might be caned and it was my first inkling of how deeply masochistic April was.
After each of us were properly dressed we had left the bedroom for the kitchen where April had prepared dinner as I stood cuffed and quite helpless watching her work. As she raced around in nothing but her black leather collar and nipple chain, I'd asked to have my hands released so I could help her, but her answer was no. I would be allowed to serve later, but preparing her Master's meal was her work.
Just before she finished cooking, April had paused and told me of a future image she had of me. She saw me laboring to prepare dinner in a kitchen in a pretty maid's costume before I served it to her and Paulo. Her image turned me on, increasing the pressure in my chastity, but for some odd reason making the butt plug felt less obtrusive deep in my ass.
"Kneel, Stacy, and look at the floor. Say nothing until you're spoken to.” These were April's words to me as I stood across the front room from her after she'd buzzed
I concentrated my gaze on the strange, very feminine face staring back at me from the mirror as April applied the red lipstick. As she had me smack my lips to spread the lipstick, I realized how deeply I was into this and that there was no going back only forward. “Yes, My Lady, I think I am ready."
"I think your face is lovely. What do you think?” April smiled as she admired her work.
I continued to look at the stranger for what seemed like a long time, trying to believe it was me. In my stunned state, I failed to answer and April became impatient with me.
"Well, speak up.” She slapped my back just above my butt to urge me to respond.
"Well, My Lady, I don't think I see Scott anymore . . . I think I see Stacy.” It was true. I felt like I was looking at a feminine half of myself let loose.
"I couldn't have said it better myself.” April observed.
Two hours had passed and April and I were both waiting in her front room for Paulo to arrive. There was a high level of nervous tension in the room for this would be the first time the three of us would be together during a session. With Paulo as April's Master and April as my dominant, who knows what might happen.
Still dressed in the semen-stained blue tights and matching, tissue-stuffed bra, I now sported a wig of long, auburn hair cascading down my shoulders. When April had placed the wig on me she'd told me it was definitely temporary as she did not see me as a brunette, but rather as a blue-eyed bimbo blonde. The thought struck me as highly erotic as I'd always fantasized about blondes and the idea of becoming my own fantasy seemed irresistible.
In addition to the wig, I wore some things I was less excited about. My wrists were handcuffed behind my back, and my bottom hole had been filled to the point of mild discomfort with what April described as a beginning-sized butt plug which now stuck out of my rear end. She has lubed me well and opened me with her fingers, but still it was painful when my rectal ring was stretched to accept the invader. Once inside me, it didn't feel beginning-sized, but when I complained April merely laughed and said. “No pain, no gain. Don't worry, you'll stretch and then you'll begin to crave being filled.” I had a hard time accepting that idea, but perhaps it would prove true.
April was now naked, transformed into Paulo's slave. As she stripped off her clothes in the bedroom she had explained to me how Paulo had given her permission to wear clothes during the part of the session where we were alone together, but she must be naked to greet her Master.
She had also explained to me about how she'd made other sacrifices to be my dominant, such as not being gagged during the time the three of us interacted so she could communicate with me when necessary. She said she loved being gagged, but her Master had promised new delights to her after I was dismissed for the evening. She insinuated she might be caned and it was my first inkling of how deeply masochistic April was.
After each of us were properly dressed we had left the bedroom for the kitchen where April had prepared dinner as I stood cuffed and quite helpless watching her work. As she raced around in nothing but her black leather collar and nipple chain, I'd asked to have my hands released so I could help her, but her answer was no. I would be allowed to serve later, but preparing her Master's meal was her work.
Just before she finished cooking, April had paused and told me of a future image she had of me. She saw me laboring to prepare dinner in a kitchen in a pretty maid's costume before I served it to her and Paulo. Her image turned me on, increasing the pressure in my chastity, but for some odd reason making the butt plug felt less obtrusive deep in my ass.
"Kneel, Stacy, and look at the floor. Say nothing until you're spoken to.” These were April's words to me as I stood across the front room from her after she'd buzzed
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