The Day My Mistress Feminized Me Completely

We came out of the shower still wet, and Renata immediately noticed how turned on I was. How could I not be: I was wearing a feminine swimsuit that clung to my freshly shaved body, and inside me the plug she had placed with that special cream of hers was still there. Water was still running down my back and over my smooth thighs, and every drop reminded me that this skin was no longer entirely mine.

She ordered me to dry myself like that, without taking anything off, and I obeyed in silence, submissive, passing the towel over my body carefully so as not to move the plug from its place. I could feel everything rising on end as I dried my chest over the tight fabric. I felt more feminine with every gesture, more surrendered, as if the day had only just begun to decide what it was going to do with me.

—Come on, we don’t have all day —she said, and took me by the hand to lead me to the bedroom.

She opened one of the drawers and chose the underwear I had to put on. Then she stepped out for a moment and came back with a maid’s dress hanging from her arm.

—Put it on —she told me—, and the plug stays where it is. Get yourself properly dressed, do your makeup the way I taught you, and make us something for breakfast. I’m hungry and I don’t want to wait.

She went out to dress herself too. I took off the swimsuit, finished drying off, and put on the white lace panties she had left me, along with the bra and the garter stockings. The dress took me a little more effort; it was too tight around the waist. I did my makeup quickly, slipped on my high heels, and went down to the kitchen.

I found fruit, cut it into cubes, and served the cereal with yogurt she had asked for in a bowl. I set two places at the table, because I was hungry too. I was putting the spoons out when Renata appeared in the doorway, wearing a pink tracksuit that hugged every curve.

She looked at the table, looked at the two plates, and slowly shook her head.

—Stay right there —she said—. I see you still haven’t learned your lesson.

I froze. She disappeared for an instant and came back with a leather collar and a leash. She came closer and showed me the metal tag hanging from it. It said “DOLL,” in all caps.

—This is your name now —she murmured as she fastened the collar around my neck—. You’re a pet, a maid. And pets don’t eat with their mistress at the table.

***

She ordered me to put my plate on the floor, beside her chair, and leave the spoon on top. I obeyed. She sat down, crossed her legs, and pointed at the floor.

—On all fours. Like what you are.

I ate the fruit from the plate with my mouth, without using my hands, while I felt her gaze on me. The rim of the bowl smeared my cheeks and she didn’t lift a finger to help me; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy every time I had to stretch my neck or lick to reach the last piece. When I finished, she poured the yogurt over the cereal and let me lick it up slowly, obediently, at her feet. She ate her breakfast calmly from above, one leg crossed over the other, watching me like someone watching a newly tamed animal.

—By noon I want lunch ready —she said, glancing at the time—. There are more than two hours left, so you have plenty of time. In the meantime: wash the underwear we dirtied by hand and leave the kitchen spotless. And I’m going to be paying attention to every little thing you do.

I started with the dishes. I hadn’t gotten very far when I heard her coming back from one of the rooms; she was carrying a thin riding crop in her hand. She used it without warning: a sharp crack across my ass that made me jump.

—Don’t stop looking at what you’re doing —she said, with a calm that was more frightening than the blow.

***

I finished the dishes and went on with the laundry. I got a couple more swats for forgetting to put some vegetables on the stove and for leaving a dirty pair of panties on the bedroom floor. I washed every garment by hand, carefully, while she paced behind me, dragging the tip of the crop between my legs, barely touching me, reminding me who was in charge.

I cleaned the bathroom, and there the blows no longer needed an excuse: they were just for her amusement. Every time I bent over to scrub, the crop found my skin. I finished preparing lunch right at noon. Renata let me use a spoon this time, because the food was hot, though I still ate on the floor, beside her, like her pet.

When I left the kitchen shining, she stretched out in her chair and smiled.

—It’s time for the last session —she said—. Feminization and punishment. You have to leave before nightfall, so let’s make the most of it.

She took me by the leash and led me to the bedroom where I had slept the night before. On the way she kept asking me whether I had liked everything, whether I was really enjoying it.

—And the pills? —she asked—. Did you like the effect?

—I loved it —I admitted in a low voice.

She took another one from her pocket and put it in my mouth with two fingers.

—Swallow it. You’re going to need it.

***

When we got there she ordered me to get on all fours on the bed. When I obeyed, she lifted my skirt, slid her hand between my panties, and pulled the plug out with a slow movement that tore a moan from me.

Then the posing began. First, with the maid’s uniform on: she photographed me on all fours, pulling my panties down and up between shots, lifting my skirt to my waist. Then she had me pose lying down, on one side and then the other, face down with my hips raised, face up with my legs open and my hands between them.

—Now change —she said without letting go of the camera—. Open that drawer.

She followed me with the lens as she told me what to take off and what to put on. First she had me pose in a thong and pantyhose that I had to wear separately with the uniform, to satisfy each one of her whims. Then she told me to take off the dress and change into a very tight miniskirt and a sheer blouse, with red garter stockings and a red-and-black lace lingerie set.

That’s how she made me lie down on my back again. Only this time she set the camera aside and tied me to the bed, just as I was. She tightened the pet collar on me and placed a large penis-shaped dildo between my legs.

***

She took a couple more photos and then held the dildo in her hand and brought it to my mouth. She made me suck it while she spoke in my ear.

—I’m going to treat you like what you are —she said—. A submissive. A dirty, horny pet.

I was turned on by how dominated I felt. While the dildo went in and out of my mouth, I felt her other hand on the skirt, then between my legs, stroking me over the fabric.

—You’re soaking wet —she whispered—. Turn over. Face down.

Tied hand and foot, it was hard, but I obeyed. I felt her hand slip under the skirt and a finger press slowly until it worked its way in. I moaned. She pushed it deeper, moved it, and I moaned again, unable to hold back. Then she slid the dildo under the skirt and pushed it in, leaving it there while she positioned the camera in a spot from which the whole bed could be seen.

***

When she came back, she played with the dildo until it was shoved all the way in. She pulled it out and reproached me, in that soft, cruel voice, for moaning too much, for being too easy. She went to get a gag and put it on me. Then she placed a pillow under my hips so my ass would be lifted properly, inserted a vibrating plug, and started spanking me with a wooden ruler.

She punished me like that, tied up, humiliating me with every blow, counting them under her breath as if each number mattered. The ruler whistled before it landed and I tensed my whole body, anticipating the sting. When my ass was completely red, she freed my legs only to tie them back up over my shoulders, leaving me open, completely exposed to her gaze. I felt ridiculous and wanted at the same time, and that mix was what aroused me the most.

She left for a moment and came back with a new toy: a long, thin dildo that vibrated and, as she showed me, released liquid when one of the two bulbs at its base was squeezed.

—This —she said, bringing it closer— is the kind of thing a hot little pet like you needs.

She inserted it slowly. It was longer than normal; I felt it deep inside. She turned on the vibration and ordered me to get wet, to soak the lingerie while she watched. I nodded, obedient, and then I felt her squeeze one of the bulbs and something inside me began to grow, to fill me up. The toy inflated and there was no way it was going to come out: it had a ball at the base that got trapped inside.

—Yes —she murmured while stroking me all over—. All full, all mine.

She squeezed the other bulb and I felt a jet of liquid flood into me. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came in the underwear I was still wearing, trembling, while she held the toy with a steady hand.

***

She stopped the vibration and wiped her hand on the gag still covering my mouth. Then she leaned over me, brushed a strand of hair away from my face, and smiled with a sweetness that was anything but innocent.

—A pet that gets wet —she said— stays stuck for quite a while. Half an hour at least. So I’m going to leave you exactly like this.

She kissed my sweaty forehead.

—When I’m done, you’ll change and we’ll finish the session. We still have the best part left.