We agreed on a time, and he wanted me waiting inside the house, where he would come fully dressed up as well. We would simply both enjoy the moment as pretty women. The next two days dragged on and on… That silence will get you more; while handcuffing me to the window, she said. I wasn’t expecting it, the cuffs looked brand new, and I looked at her puzzled. Don’t get surprised, you deserve it; she said, and took the cane.

About the reality, it’s just a story, but I tried to keep it as real as possible. Yeah, maybe I leaned too hard on the number of beating – like you said – but it fictionally happened inside my intuitive self, and the rational me didn’t argue about it. I was going easy on you, and you cheated me, let’s see what happens then ; she grabbed my hand, and marched me to my room.

Ma’am, they are industrial grade, we need to cut them, they are on the way ; she explained. Mom was crying all the time, and tried to console me as well. Ma’am, you need to see this; she showed my tattoo to mom and she busted into tears. No aunt, I don’t want to wear it, please don’t make me, please; I cried, by keeping my hand over the burning cheek. I said I was really sorry and I didn’t know why I wanted to but I just felt like trying. I wasn’t a kid anymore and that made me feel more embarrassed. My mom then asked me how long I have been dressing up in her clothes and I lied saying it was my first time. The good thing was she wasn’t very angry and tried to be understanding. As soon as the zipper was down, I rushed to my room to take of the dress and pantyhose.

She tried to explain me in every possible way, saying that, it’s just a cropped undershirt. But, she couldn’t fool me anymore, those straps, those little cups, those laced edges, everything screamed bra.Yes, Psychopath & Painful. I agree to you on both. That’s why the story has a ‘Violence and Explicit Content’ tag to it. Besides, it’s a forced feminization story, why would you expect him to enjoy it? In morning, when I woke up, mom was already gone, and aunt was getting ready for the office. I waited for her in the living room, doing nothing. Come here; after a while, she called me. When I did, she came closer, and took my measurements with a tape. Breakfast is on the table, I’m going; she said, and went away. That won’t happen dear , I will buy you something suitable, like a skirt or dress, but not today, you coming or not? She asked. You can go bra-less, when you have your own boobs, now take it; she spoke, and gave me a hard look. I became scared, and took the most feminine clothing from her hand. I didn’t know what to do with it, and thus simply kept glancing at it. I didn’t know what was on her mind, but still lied on my front. D on’t try to get up; she said. My whole body was on fire, when another, big, fast, strike of cane, landed over my cami.