Her Toy

He had been transformed into a feminised house-servant by his imposing mistress Aretta Ademola. She wasn’t satisfied though, she wanted more. She wanted a feminised bimbo.

This 8,000 word novel contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature including male to female gender transformation, sex acts, domination, humiliation, bimbofication and CFNM. Over 18 adults only.

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A gender transformation and femdom novel

Copyright © Lady Alexa 2016

All rights reserved. No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without written permission of the author.

This erotic novel contains graphic scenes of a sexual nature including gender transformation, bimbofication, female domination, humiliation and reluctant feminisation. 18+ adult readers only.

Chapter 1

He stood in the entrance hall by the front door waiting for his Mistress Aretta’s guests to arrive. The tip of his soft cock was showing just below the hem of his tiny tight pencil skirt. As his mistress and owner, Aretta only ever allowed him to wear tiny skirts or dresses. Today he wasn’t even being allowed the dignity of knickers to cover his shaved cock and balls, as he tugged at the material of the skirt in an attempt to cover the end of his cock before Aretta’s guests arrived. He looked down at the stretched fabric of his skirt and could see that his cock was covered for now although its shape was outlined in the front of the taut stretchy material.

An area of his white bare thigh skin was crossed by black straps from his suspender belt to the tops of his black fine stockings which covered the remainder of his slim legs. He knew his cock wouldn’t remain covered for long because as soon as he walked or moved, the skirt would ride up again exposing his once private parts to everyone. And his pink butt plug. He passed his hands through his long fair hair, an involuntary movement these days. It now flowed over his shoulders and down to the small of his back. It still felt heavy when he remembered his former short cropped salt and pepper look. A masculine army style. That was all gone now. Now he had been changed to a platinum blond. He caught the glistening shine of his over-sized golden earrings in the hall mirror, fastened to his pierced ears.

He felt hot and sweaty at the thought of more ignominy at Aretta’s hands although it was a scintillating combination of utter horror and deep excitement. He had another problem. The thought of greeting Aretta’s sexy dominating guest Melissa was getting a reaction in his cock. He fought to keep it flaccid by thinking of other things. It was threatening to poke below the hem of the skirt again as it started to grow semi-hard.

As he waited his mind drifted back momentarily to his previous life as a male; when he was called Stephen. A past normal life with a past normal wife. That was no more; he was now Stephanie, sometimes Steffie, and he belonged to Aretta Ademola. His mistress and owner. A very dominant lady indeed. And a very demanding lady. One of the world’s leading marketing professionals.

The doorbell sounded with a dull buzz and he moved forward to open it, his head throwing back his long hair from his own face and he stood back to allow Aretta’s good friend, the dominating imperious Melissa, to sweep in dressed as always as if for a business meeting in a dark skirt suit and black high-heeled stilettos. She was followed by a small boyish frightened looking lady called Linda who he’d never met before but he knew to be Melissa’s submissive housemaid. He wondered why Melissa had brought her with her this evening.

He shut the door behind them, maintaining a hand on the hem of his skirt, Linda’s large rabbit-like eyes staring at him in shock as he curtseyed to Melissa exposing his cock despite the hand. Melissa looked at it dismissively.

“Pathetic little clitty. Hasn’t got any bigger has it?” She snorted.

Linda’s eyes became wider before tearing them away to follow her Mistress into Aretta’s large expansive living room.

He followed them in, his skirt riding up above his cock. He tried to pull his skirt down again but Aretta told him to leave it and get her guests a drink. She told him that no one was interested in ‘her’ tiny little worm anyway.

He did as he was told but covered himself again in the kitchen area and returned with a tray.

Melissa was sitting on the wide sofa with Aretta. Linda stood in front of them, head down, arms by the side of her black plain housemaid’s dress. She looked like a hotel chambermaid except for the thin black leather dog collar with small chrome studs he could now see around her neck. His eyes flicked to Melissa who was holding an unattached metallic chain with a black leather loop handle that matched Linda’s collar. He knew something was going on but he didn’t know what. He was about to find out.

“Stephanie, I usually get you to milk yourself to take all that residual maleness away but tonight a little treat for you as you can get rid of all your nasty juices in Linda, while Melissa and I watch events.”

He and Linda exchanged horrified glances before Linda’s face resumed its expressionless appearance. Aretta continued, her blue glacial eyes shining like lightning from her unwrinkled strong ebony face.

“Linda, lift Stephanie’s skirt and suck her little clitty.”

Linda moved towards him as ordered without expression as her training had told her to comply but her eyes gave away her displeasure. He looked at her as she lifted his tight skirt to his waist. She was slim almost skinny with short mousey hair which moved over his vision to cover his soft cock. He could feel the warm of her breath and the moistness of her tongue and saliva. He hadn’t expected this. Aretta and Melissa watched with evident interest, small identical smiles breaking on both their lips as Linda began to move her mouth up and down the length of his shaft which started to twitch in interest. Linda was not exactly his type, mousey like her short bobbed hair and a skinny boyish frame but her mouth was doing something more interesting and having an effect.

“Linda, put some feeling into it,” Melissa ordered as he looked on in dread. He’d never had to perform sex in front of anyone before.

Linda’s hand grabbed his balls and squeezed as she tried to comply with her mistress’s orders. He looked at the two mistresses, the imposing form of Aretta and the business woman look of Melissa. Both were stunning ladies and this with Linda’s increased effort, immediately increased his sexual urge turning his cock into an erect rod.

“Faster Linda,” Aretta ordered, giggling slightly.

Linda’s head was now moving back and forth along his fully erect shaft, her teeth now rubbing against his taut skin. He could feel something stirring in his balls. He knew he was going to come soon.

“Now lick the end of her clitty Linda. I think she’s about to cum and we want to see it shoot in your face,” Melissa said coldly.

Linda pulled away as he closed his eyes. He was now desperate to cum and closed his eyes to remove himself from the reality of being given a blow-job while being observed in a live very public sex show. He felt Linda’s fist around the base of his cock, he opened his eyes to see a long tongue shoot out from Linda’s wide asymmetrical mouth and poke at the slit at the end of his cock. A jolt of electricity surged along his erect shaft and up to his stomach. Linda’s tongue wiped around the head of his cock causing more electric-type shocks to shoot up his shaft. She then began to lick the end as if it were a red lollipop, breaking for a short moment before licking again. He felt the stirrings inside his balls again and in his body and then his cum stirring before shooting up his erect shaft and out onto Linda’s lips and tongue. She cringed away maintaining her grip as the shots of his grey viscous cum spurted onto her cheeks, nose and eyelids. She closed her eyes as it began to drop from her eyelashes.

Linda let go of his cock and lay back on the floor as he stood there recovering and she began wiping some of his cum from her eye.

“Excellent. That was fun Melissa,” Aretta was smiling broadly, perfect white teeth glistening in the subdued lighting.

“Yes it was,” Melissa agreed. She then turned to look at Linda and Stephanie. “After dinner we’re going to watch you two fuck each other so clean yourselves up and prepare the food.”

He curtsyed to the two women sitting on the sofa, not bothering to attempt to pull down his skirt which had become little more than a scrunched-up wide belt. Linda got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She then followed him to the kitchen to start preparing dinner for their mistresses. He looked up from the preparation of the food as Linda entered the room and she averted her eyes in embarrassment. A shared humiliation between two people who would not have chosen, even in private, to have sexual contact. But here they were, thrown together for the amusement of their owners.

Chapter 2

Having some help from the plain-looking Linda made his work much easier, she was obviously very well trained. Aretta only wanted to humiliate men but he knew that Melissa liked humiliating anyone weaker then her, male or female. He had met Melissa’s submissive office administration assistant, Joanne. He had met Joanne when Melissa had last come to see Aretta at home with her great friend Julie. Joanne had driven them there and waited in the hall for Melissa and Julie the whole evening. Dressed in a short pink pleated skirt, white blouse, high heels and long flowing hair, Stephanie hadn’t realised at first that Joanne had once been a man. Until Aretta had told him that he too would, one day, be transformed from a nasty male to become a perfect submissive girl; just as Joanne had.

Finishing the clearing up in silence with Linda, Stephanie left the kitchen with Linda following him. They stood before Aretta and Melissa who were chatting amicably and each having an after-dinner glass of port. He knew he had to curtsy every time he entered the room. He saw Linda repeat the curtsy.

The ladies ignored them until Aretta turned to face them. “Remove all your clothing, both of you.”

Again Stephanie and Linda exchanged horror-filled glances. A clapping sound greeted their ears, it was Melissa telling them to hurry and strip.

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