A furtively cross-dressing young man
has to dispose of a wardrobe full of beautiful, stylish clothes, left behind by
a deceased aunt. The erotic treasure
trove of her sexy undergarments excites him, and he keeps them, wearing them as a
weekend tranny. But the novelty of solitary cross dressing wears off after a
while. He wants more excitement and secretly yearns to re-live that fateful day
so long ago. That rainy afternoon when the girl next door dressed him up in her
mother’s old lingerie. And how aroused he had become when she had bound him with
ropes and left him, lying helplessly tied up on an old sofa…
He searches
the web for a mature female to do make his dream come true. He finds a mature
mistress and is unaware that she, step by step, pulls him into her web of total
domination. Then, when she has completely enslaved him, she sets a trap from which
the only escape is to humbly submit to a whole new set of extreme demands. It
all culminates in a session during which he is humiliated and chastised. Then she
sets him free, but in a totally unexpected way.
Excerpt from "Miss Elaine's Fantasy Fulfilled..."
“You're late, Elaine!”
“I
am sorry, Mistress. I was delayed at work; and then I had to dress and make
up–”
“Spare
me your silly excuses stupid slut! You know I don't tolerate being kept
waiting. You will be punished for this!”
“But
Mistress–”, he started to protest but she cut him short.
“Get
out of that blouse!”
He
tried to take off the blouse but it was hard to undo the little buttons; his quivering
fingers with their long artificial nails kept slipping off. But he somehow
succeeded and with a sigh of relief he carefully draped the blouse over the
back of his chair.
“And
get out of that skirt as well!”
He pulled
down the zipper and let the skirt slide down his legs to his ankles while he stood
motionless, waiting for her next command. He could not resist a quick glance in
the full length mirror at the tranny wearing a black, lacy 'open' bra that
showed his nipples. To create a more feminine figure, a padded girdle nicely rounded
out his hips and its frilly garters held up sheer black nylons that accentuated
the smooth shape of his legs. And he stood wobbling in his red patent leather
shoes with six inch heels. But locked around his ankles was a pair of wide
leather cuffs that were connected by a short, chromium plated steel chain.
“Sit down!” she snarled and he tried to sit down gracefully while
staying in full view of the webcam. A silence fell while his Mistress studied
his submissive image.
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