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She continued to pace around, her heels gently clicking on the floor. Mistress is 5 ft 10 with a slim but strong physique.“Four direct debits have come out I wasn’t expecting and now I don’t have enough to cover the rent this month. You’re too thick to come up with any kind of decent option.” She scorned. She was still walking around when suddenly she stopped. She turned and looked at me with a look like a crocodile might give an antelope.
Mistress sat emailing back and forth while I carried on with my daily chores. My dress rustled and the wig hair kept getting in my way.
The silk gloves felt nice I have to admit but it was weird walking around with panties and stockings on and the way the air shot up my dress gave me a weird feeling.
He came around behind me and hitched my skirt up and pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing my bare ass. The drawers banged off the wall and he grunted and panted loudly as he fucked me from behind. “Well that was fun,” he said, reaching into his jacket and removing his wallet.
It was also bizarre to hear my own shoes make the click click click as I walked. The door opened and they both came with that, she left, giving me a stern look as she did so.
I caught sight of myself in a mirror and looked at my reflection. I sighed with a heavy heart and carried on with my duties. Without another word, she went to the front door and I climbed the stairs to the spare room. I sat nervously on the bed as I heard movement downstairs. A look that said I better do what he wants if I know what’s good for with that, she left, giving me a stern look as she did so.
I was enduring forced feminisation and it could only be for one purpose and I didn’t like the idea that was obviously forming in her head.
My eyes obviously betrayed my thoughts as I looked up at her from my bowed head She had taken me to her makeup room and dressed me up in a pair of white satin stockings, frilly silk knickers, a puffy blue dress, white strappy high heel shoes, a blonde bob wig and a pair of white gloves.