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'come my little puppet on a string ....a man no more...i've charted a new course for your life....one distinctly feminine where your past forgotten in time would have only added contrast to the world i am leading you to.'
his mind drifted back to the time when the male penis held no allure...
the thought that he'd want to suck one was absent if not absurd...
to be on his back with his legs spread like a Woman receiving penetration... wasn't even a possibility...
the idea that he could pleasure a man between his bottom cheeks was too farfetched to even think about...
that he'd be thin and weak enough to be easily man-handled riding a cock was never a realistic consideration....
then he met a Mistress...and not just any kind but a Dominatrix....the type that believes in a total power exchange...a Woman of influence who could turn his world upside down and inside out...
it has been another Friday night at the bars...Bill had spoken with a few girls...after all that's what straight heterosexual male's do... yet once again he was going home alone feeling frustrated.... waking up that Saturday morning he was at it again....watching erotica is addictive .... yet it felt good....
in front of the PC in the nude he had long since moved past 'vanilla' sites onto more racier things to look at...seeing topless women in bikini's no longer got it done...it's why he chose to wear the chastity cage before logging on....there was something 'kinky' about it that he liked....
the term 'a Dominatrix ' had always intrigued him..a hop skip and a jump found him clicking on the site of a Woman who considered herself to be a female supremacist
Female supremacy is a lifestyle....Bill was to learn what it means to be a submissive male and to be born with a penis between his legs...soon to be trained to acknowledging a deep awareness of masculine inferiority.
he felt it building...there was a strength and superiority of a Woman wielding her power over him....she messaged about femininity and how to truly appreciate it one must experience in their life...
The Dominatrix could see what he clicked on ...that alone told her he was a submissive ...a passive nature to him emerged as the two began messaging... he was just the type she liked to transform. after deciding it the Dominatrix gave him access to the special section of Her site....the part where her males became slaves as part of being transitioned to live as t-girls.
temptation...delight ...consent...it is a mental process that carries one away. waking up every morning Bill thought briefly about the 'temptation' of connecting with the Dominatrix....his mind 'delighted' in the idea he was developing a relationship with a Woman of power...within a few minutes he'd cave in and given his 'consent'.
it was a power thing...the Mistress instructed Bill to check in with her every morning before going about his day...he soon found he had to seek out her approval before being allowed to do what he had brought up. done day after day a pattern gets established... Bill would come to discover he had turned his will over to a higher power....one that would control his psychology and biology...it was in that space that his male identity would be wiped clean...
within 3 weeks of meeting he found himself completely nude but for high heels sending off body-shot photos hoping the Dominatrix approved... that too was part of the shift in identity.... as with most any female... t-gurls in training get use to having their picture taken...as a form of feminine objectification.
like a slave at the markets in Old Marrakesh .....the Dominatrix displaying Her property....it is a fact in the BDSM fetish space ..hoods worn regularly diminish the old persona of the submissive...put to leather bra and matching short-hemmed skirt and opera-style gloves... he stands in moderate boots with heels... the collared male with a pair of pigtails coming from the face and head-covering is in the midst of an identity change....
they've taken men of all sizes and shapes.... it is not an irrevocable impediment to transformation....but rather more of a simple challenge..... it will take the time ...the task the Dominatrix faces is complex... how can She completely remove his identification as a man?
can She create from a male a feminine being who has a gentle yielding nature...and will live always identifying as a Woman in her feminine world.....
A properly broken boy, now so very femmed, sitting there exposed, in awe and contemplation of the gurl it has become but in fear and dread of how much further she will be taken Too far gone, too many photo's, unable to resist but also knowing that to do so would have potential consequences of exposure..
under a Mistress a pride begins building.... liking who he is becoming....yet there is a deeper way to completely eradicate his once male identity....
a Dominatrix knows full well a bride experiences identity reframing...
to make it happen female hormones are essential......
a male's past family surname and a given first name assigned at birth ....changes upon becoming a t-girl bride and a wife....wiping away the former identity as a man
it is a wickedly delicious challenge for a Dominatrix to bring a man to that place...one too tempting to resist for a Woman of power....
and there's more to it....in identity reframing She wants her male protege to have the domesticated sex-kitten experience...it harkens back to the days of the 50's housewife
a Dominatrix enjoys the idea of taking a preppy, chauvinistic, uncouth, self-entitled alpha-male Neanderthal who more than met his match with Her.... having him become bewitched and slowly broken bit by bit to their current state as a t-girl housewife, "re-framing" an alpha male is a Dominatrix’s “thing”.
a docile obedience and submissiveness is conditioned into a Dominatrix's t-girl......it can be easily transferred to a BDSM Master's gurl as his wife...
his career as a successful business man was put on hold when he'd met his Dominatrix.... once She had Her way it would become permanently removed from his life....
ever so gradually he'd been kept moving along the feminine path....thinking less and less about his career...
he'd walked away from a life as a business-man... so there'd be question as to who the wife is ....
why do hormones have to feel sooo nice.... he soon was spending less time at the office.... and more time in his feminine world....
it had happened...sacked at work months earlier the hormones kicking in she was beginning to understand her 'job' was now about finding a man who would marry her....
the male identity a thing of the past
in their own way ... desperately hoping to find a man who will marry them....
be well sisturs... peace, alyssa
nice post alyssa 😘