Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap

... her outstretched hands. “This is next.”

Markus folded his arms over his chest. “Is that really necessary?”

“They're just little B-cups to help complete the look. Surely they're not too heavy for a big, strong man like you?”

“I don't know...”

She raised an eyebrow and pointed at him sternly. “Ms. Shireen said you would dress the part completely or the date is off!”

Markus sighed. “Fine.” He let his hands drop to his sides and turned around at her direction.

Rita guided him to one of the long mirrors on the wall and started wrapping the breast forms around his chest. She pulled the stretchy bindings around his back and hooked them together, then followed suit with the top straps that went over his shoulders.

Markus cringed as he watched his feminization begin. He stared at his own sad visage as a woman's hands reached around and maneuvered his new milkers until they were in perfect position.

“There we are! Now for your dress.”

He turned and watched Rita stalk back to the pile of clothing. She pulled the slick, protective plastic film from the dress and displayed it on the hanger for him to see. A second, internal cringe hit Markus as he studied the shiny garment. It was purple PVC surrounded in snow white maid adornments.

It featured ruffled shoulders and elbows, a large white apron on the front and long stripes of silky white along the bottom of the dress and at the wrists. She spun it around and Markus got a look at the finishing touch, a ...

... thick white ribbon tied in a bow at the back. Wherever the dress wasn't covered in plumage, it shined glossy purple.

“Well, I can't argue with the color” Markus quipped, trying to find some humor in the horror.

“I've been saving this piece for just the right customer. I knew it was you as soon as you walked in! You're going to turn heads wearing this” she announced with a sinister grin.

“Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.”

Rita motioned for him to turn around again and Markus obeyed. Another short sigh escaped his lips. At this point he just wanted to get the whole thing over with. She closed the distance to him and Markus could hear the back of the dress being unzipped.

“Stand up straight and arms forward!”

She circled to his front as he reached out with both hands. Within moments the cool, slick feeling of PVC began creeping up his right arm. It stretched and clung to his skin as Rita worked the first arm of the dress up his limb carefully. Markus shivered as the shiny, lacy ensemble began to surround him.

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After ten minutes of careful direction by Rita and another five minutes of violently yanking the thigh-high boots over his feet and up his calves, Markus stood in awe of himself. He stared in the mirror, inspecting his form as he waited for the haughty clerk to return. The purple dress shined in the overhead lights. The glossy gown flowed down to his knees where white, PVC boots took over. Billowy fabric, the color of snow, accented his dress ...