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Domination Unleashed By Jennifer White I was 33 years old when my life was changed forever. My name is Kayla, and I had been going out with Andrew for three years. It was more than just going out with; we were married in all but name (at least in *my* head). We lived together in a nice house in the suburbs. He had a good job as a project manager for a high-tech computer corporation, while I worked as a receptionist at a doctor's office. Between the two of us (mostly him), we had a very comfortable income level. I really wanted to get married some day, but I wasn't going to pressure him. I was going to wait for him to feel the time was right. You see, back then, I wasn't very assertive. I was often described as 'cheerful' and 'perky', but I was not one to take charge. However, as it turns out, Drew (as I often called him) was the one who triggered the whole change in our lives. We did very well together in bed (usually). Most of the time he satisfied me, but there were some things I would have loved that he did know to do. I wasn't very good at making him do exactly what *I* wanted. That applied in and out of bed. But one night, when we were getting ready to make love, he surprised me, by talking to me and telling me something. "Kay, I want to try something different tonight." "What's that?" I asked. I was always ready for something adventurous. That sounded exciting. "Well, this is hard to say, but it's something I've always fantasized about. I never brought it up, because I thought I could forget it, but I just really need to try it." "What is it?" I was very curious now. "I uh... that is... I..." "Come on honey, it's okay. Don't be scared. You can tell me," I said supportively. It must really be something to rattle him like that. "Well, it's that for the longest time, I've had a fantasy about a being taken by a woman. She comes on to me, seduces me, but when we get to her place, she ties me up, dominates me, then makes love to me. I've had that dream for years and years, but I've never felt like I could tell any of my girlfriends about it. Until I met you. We've been together long enough, that I think you might be 'the one'. And if we could try this..." his voice trailed off. "Honey, I'm so glad you were finally able to open up to me. Of course we can try it. It might be fun!" "But you realize, that you need to take charge. I love you, but you're always so passive, especially in bed. Can you do it?" "I'll try my best," I said. "I want to be tied up. I want you to tell me everything to do. Really take charge." That sounded kinky to me, and I was a little scared and taken aback. I had no idea that he was into bondage. It sounded scary to me. What could possibly turn a man on about being tied up? I didn't understand his need at all. Why hadn't he talked to me about this? Why hadn't he shared his feelings with me before? I felt hurt that he had hidden a part of himself from me for so long. Yet, he was opening up now. At least that was a start. Perhaps our relationship had reached a point where he now completely trusted me. Perhaps this was a good sign. I could play along with his game, and give it a try. I was uncomfortable with the idea, but I did want to please him. I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as a woman in charge. We took some old rags, and cut them into foot long strips. I tied his hands and feet to the bedposts, so he was 'spread eagle'. I touched him all over, and told him that he was in my power now. He was really, really excited. I felt very tense and uncomfortable at first. This was kinky and weird! But as we continued with it, I found it somehow... liberating. I untied one arm, and told him exactly what to do to me. Now I felt empowered. He responded to my every command, willingly. The more we got into it, the more excited we both got. I did not expect to get anything out of the experience, other than to see the pleasure it would bring him. But I don't think we both ever climaxed so hard before together. Over the next few days, we talked quite a bit about his fantasies. They had started when he was young, and they had never been fulfilled, until now. I think it could have been because he had strict nuns teaching him at such a young age, that he started to inwardly crave being under the control of a strong female. But who knows how the mind of a man works? At least he was finally opening up to me. I felt an inward glow, now that we were becoming so much closer to each other. Soon, bondage became a normal routine in bed. I got better at it, but I don't think I was everything he wanted. I worked on trying to be more assertive, and to be in control, but I didn't quite get the hang of it to his satisfaction. He purchased several props and toys, which we used in our play. Whips, chains, leather collars and such. But I decided that if I was going to really satisfy him, I needed coaching. I thought that if I satisfied his deepest needs, then he would want to marry me. Either that or I would become assertive enough to make him do it! I searched on the Internet, and finally found a local dominatrix. I called her, and talked for an hour, explaining my situation. She said that she ran a weekly workshop for a local femdom organization (who knew they even existed!), and I could come by for free to check it out. If I liked it, there was a four week program I could enroll in. So I signed up, and blocked off that Thursday night on my calendar. *** The workshop was very interesting. It was mainly for beginners like me. There were introductions to techniques, demonstrations using men who were very, very submissive. I was a bit repelled at first, as I watched the submissive man lick Mistress Tanya's boots, and beg for more. But as I grew to understand it, I felt a little more comfortable, I knew I had to sign up if I was going to become good at it. It didn't really cost all that much, and I was going to get so much out of it! The clincher was a speech that Tanya made to us. "How would you like to have your man love doing what *you* want to do? Does your man like to go shopping with you? No? Well, once he is your submissive slave, he will love going around with you from store to store! He will feel that it is a privilege to accompany you, and to be allowed to carry your bags. If you tell him that he is to enjoy doing this, or any other task, he will!" "Or how about in bed? When you feel like getting a back rub or a foot massage, how would you like it if he became excited at the *privilege* of doing it for you? You could have sex whenever you want it, or none when you're not in the mood. Its *your* choice, not his." Listening to what you could get out of your man, and seeing just how submissive the men were to their women made me excited. Drew would love it if I could do this to him, and after I got over the shock of it, I thought that I would enjoy it too. I did have a problem with the violence though. I did not want to inflict physical pain to another living being. I cried when people hit their children, or their dogs. I wasn't going to go around with a whip like some of the dominatrixes I saw that day. I went three times a week, for the four weeks of lessons. By the time I was done, I had learned so much! We practiced techniques on each other, then on real submissive men who had already been broken. We had lectures and more practice sessions. We did role playing. We studied the psychology of men who are into being dominated, what drove them, and what they typically were looking for. We worked hard on getting me to be more assertive. At first, it was very difficult to overcome my lifelong timidness. But as we moved on, I started to really gain confidence. I got better and better at it. Tanya said I was ready to try out the new techniques in real life. I was a little apprehensive, but she said I could call her any time for help and advice. She gave me her cell phone number and pager. I also had her email address, so we could stay in contact if I needed help. *** Before surprising Drew with my new skills, I went shopping. I purchased a leather miniskirt, leather corset, dark pantyhose, and boots, which came up to almost my knee. I felt very constricted at first. Leather sometimes needs to be broken in. So I wore the outfit around the house (feeling very embarrassed) while he was out with the guys one night, or playing on this softball team another night. It would be a while before it was comfortable, but at least it was getting better. And just as importantly, I was getting used to wearing it. I didn't feel embarrassed, or feel like a freak for dressing this way. I set things up to surprise him on Friday. I left work early, came home, and set up the bedroom with all of his toys. I also hid a couple of small wireless cameras around the room, where they would not easily be seen. They hooked up to the PC over the airwaves, so I could save any good pictures. I drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and lit candles. It made the cameras impossible to spot, even if you knew where they were. Next, I dressed in my new outfit, and left a note for him to come up to the bedroom immediately. He arrived home one hour late. (Which usually meant that he went out for a round of beers with the guys after work... as if I wouldn't be able to smell it on his breath if he just had one!) I had never liked when he did this, but I had never put a stop to it. That was going to change now too. When he finally found the note, and came upstairs, I thought the eyes were going to pop out of his head. "Kay! Look at you! I've never seen you look so hot before!" he said in amazement. "Come here Drew, and sit down. We need to have a talk," I said. The 'come here' part I pointed to the floor in front of my feet, and used a commanding voice, just like you would when you're training a dog. (Just like we had practiced in our training sessions.) It worked; he eagerly came and sat down. "Drew, you've told me that you want me to dominate you. You've said that it's your deepest fantasy. I can make your dream come true." "Yes! Please!" he begged. "Before we begin, we need to be clear on a few things, so there will be no misunderstandings later on." I pulled out a stack of paper, stapled together, along with a pen. "This is our contract, which you need to agree to. If any of the terms and conditions are not to your liking, this is your one and only opportunity to stop. I can take off my outfit, and we can go back to the way we were before. Or you can sign this contract, and change your life forever." "Where do I sign?" he said eagerly. "Slow down there. We need to go through it page by page. This is a life changing event we're talking about here, not just 'what we're going to do in bed for tonight'. Do you understand that?" "Yes." he said. "All right. This is your female domination contract. You are about to sign over your mind, body, and soul to me, so that I can completely dominate you, and every aspect of your life. Initial here to show that you understand that you are going to completely submit to my female power." He did. "This page states how women are superior to men in every aspect. Men's proper place in the world is not as partners or equals, but as submissive beings to serve us. Initial here to show that you understand these facts, and that you agree to serve me, your superior woman." He initialed it with a smile on his face. He was getting excited. "This next page states that you understand that your male ego is going to be crushed and buried. You were once in a position of power in our relationship, but you are handing over all control to me now. As the woman, I will rule absolutely, and make all the decisions. I will tell you what to do. Your male ego has no place in our relationship anymore. Initial here that you understand, and agree to allow me to do this to you." Again, he eagerly signed it. "This page states that you knowingly, and of your own free will, are forever ceding control of your mind, your body, and your soul to *me*. You understand that this is a permanent condition, and irrevocable. I will control you, in total, complete, feminine domination. Initial here please." He was now so excited that he was almost shaking. "This page states that you understand that you will be my total slave, in every aspect, and that you have no rights to argue or disobey any order I give you. If you disobey, I have the right to punish you as severely as I see fit. You may not like what I tell you to do, but you will gladly obey me, and serve my every whim. Initial here." He did. "Finally, this last page says that you understand all that is in this document, you fully openly agree to all terms, and that from now on, you are surrendering all to me. If you sign this, it will be the last decision you ever make in your life. I will control *everything*. This is your last chance to stop! We are at the point of no return. I will not warn you again. You can still walk away if you want. Or sign this, and begin your new life of complete submission, and female domination. I will erase you, and fill you with me. Your only desire will be to please and serve me. You are giving up all control to me. You will forever be ruled by my feminine power." He didn't even hesitate. He signed and dated the contract. I signed and dated it as well. "Very good, slave. Kiss my feet." He did. "Now go take a shower, dry off, and come back to me naked." He went off to do that, and I hid the document where he could never find it. I would make several copies tomorrow, and store them for safe keeping as well. *** When he came out of the shower, he returned to the bedroom. "I'm ready Kay," he said. "What's that? You aren't my equal anymore. You don't deserve the right to use my name." "I'm ready Mistress," he said. "No, that won't do either. A mistress is someone who has an affair with a married man. Do I look like a slut to you? If you ever imply that again, you will suffer greatly. No, I am more than just your master now. I am your Lord, your Goddess. You may address me by either of those titles." "Yes Goddess." he said, almost drooling. I tied him up using leather bonds, and started using some of the techniques I had learned of alternating between pain and pleasure. I kept talking to him, telling him how he was *mine* now, and that my domination over him was total and complete. I even used the new gag I bought, which I didn't really like, but seemed to excite him all the more. The 'pain' didn't have to be physical pain, it could be emotional pain, or making him do something he would clearly not want to do on his own. So I didn't have to really hurt him, which was a relief. I was trembling when I reached this point. It had been very hard on me emotionally to get through this stage. Tanya insisted that this was the only way to do it, and she had broken dozens of men. I didn't quite understand how a man would get off on feeling controlled by his woman, but I was starting to enjoy my new status. I had always wanted an equal partner for my ideal lover, but I had never even dared dream that I could be the dominant one in a relationship. It was hard on me, but seeing the pleasure it brought him helped get me through this difficult time. I had to call Tanya or one of the other girls I had met at the classes as soon as we were done, because I really needed to talk to a girl. When I felt upset or emotional, talking to other women was the best release for me, because men don't know how to properly talk and listen. I wondered if I could make him act that way some day? As we had been trained to do, I made sure to use sex in this initial session to help make him more willing to be obedient. It was a sexual response, which drove men to like domination, so by using sex (especially at first) and the pleasure it brought, it helped to reinforce the training he was receiving. After his body learned to associate pleasure with obedience, I wouldn't need to make him climax anymore, unless I wanted him to. I could make him concentrate on *my* sexual pleasure instead. Some of the women we heard from said that they even made their men watch them have sex with other men (or women), but I didn't think I could ever do that myself. Some souls were braver than I. I kept getting him hard, bringing him almost to orgasm, then slowing down and switching to other tortures. Torture didn't have to be pain infliction either; you could tickle his chest with a feather. Or you could caress under his testicles. Or suck his nipples. All of these sensitive spots made him excited. He wanted to climax, but the more I made him wait, the more torturous it became for him. I even straddled him, so that my crotch was right in his face. I did this with my panties on, then with them off. I made him give me cunnilingus, and let the juices stay on his face. Finally, I allowed him to come. I was on top of him, going harder and harder. "How does it feel to be under my feminine power?" I asked playfully. "Oh that's right, you can't talk back to your Goddess. You have a gag in your mouth. That's too bad. You can't tell me how much you enjoy having a superior woman dominate you. Only *I* can decide if and when you get come. How does it feel to have a woman completely control you?" He never came so hard in his life. *** After I cleaned myself up, I returned to the bedroom. I took the gag off him. "Wow, that was great. You were wonderful," he said. "Let's get some dinner, then do it again!" "What? Did I just hear my slave tell me what he wants? You don't have the right to do that!" "But our game..." "It isn't a game. I have a signed contract. This is your new life! You are just adjusting to your new status, so I'll forgive you this one slip, but never again. Now apologize!" "I'm sorry," he stammered. He really thought we were just doing it this once for a sexual climax! After all I had told him! As usual, men just don't really listen to a woman. They just don't get it! "I'm sorry what?" I said, with a hint of threat in my voice. "I'm sorry Goddess," he said. "That's better. Yes, *I* am hungry now. I think *I* will go have a nice meal. I might allow you to eat my leftovers, if you're lucky." He just stared at me. I went downstairs, and ate a salad. I was trembling again, feeling relief from getting over this first full session. It went just as Tanya said it would. It would take many more sessions though to really break him. I had to make sure he knew that he needed to rely on me for everything. So I got ready to use a cool technique I had learned in the class. I got out a baby bottle I purchased, and warmed some milk on the stove. I put in a drop of vanilla and a splash of sour cream so that it wouldn't taste quite like normal milk. I put it in the bottle, shook it, and returned upstairs. Drew was on the bed still. I didn't let him see the bottle, but instead opened a drawer in the dresser, and pulled out the bondage hood he had purchased. I put it over his head, so that he was blind. There was an opening for his mouth, but that was all. I kept it unzipped. "Now my dear Drew," I said, "you are going to learn the lesson that you depend on my for everything now. Yes, you are hungry. You are hungry because *I* say that you are. So now I am going to feed you. Open your mouth." He opened it a little, as if he wasn't sure he was going to like what got put in there. I propped him up a bit, and placed the bottle in, just as I would to an infant. I had to tell him a little white lie, but it was one that would help me establish control over him, so it was for his own good. "Drink up my dear. This nice warm milk you are suckling came from my breasts. You are being nurtured by *me*. See? You need nothing but me now. Even your sustenance comes from my body. Drink my breast milk. Yes. Feel the warmth going down your throat. Perhaps I'll let you drink directly from my breasts some day, if you're a good and obedient." I was sorry that I couldn't see his eyes behind the mask. They must have been popping out of his head. I would use a few techniques like this over the course of the weekend, to break him. He would come to rely on me for everything. *** When Sunday came to a close, I finally released him from his bonds. I told him to go take a shower, and come to bed with me. He did so, and laid in a fetal position on the bed next to me. He looked up at me like a puppy looks at you. I had him right where I wanted him. Or so I thought. Because when Monday morning came, I gave him an order, which he resisted. "Now Drew, I am allowing you to go to work today, but there are a few things you need to do on your lunch hour." "What's that?" he said. "First, you are going to quit your company softball team. Your free time isn't yours to spend anymore. Its *mine*. Only *I* will decide what you do. Then you will go to the bank. Here is my account number. You will transfer all of your money into *my* account, where you have no control over it. Then when you return to work, you will set up your payroll checks for direct deposit into my account as well. I will be in complete control of the finances now." "But it's my money! I earned it!" "There goes your male ego," I said shaking my head. "I thought you understood that I was going to control *every* aspect of your life." "But..." he started. "We have a contract," I said. He protested again. "I didn't want to have to resort to this, but here we go." I said, pulling out several pictures from the hidden cameras. I had uploaded the pictures to the computer while he was showering. You could clearly see it was him, but conveniently, my back was turned to the camera for all the shots is I showed him. "If you don't do exactly as I say, these pictures will arrive in all of your coworkers e-mails. And printouts will show up in the mail at your parent's house, your brother's, your friends, and the local newspaper." "That's blackmail!" he said. "No it isn't. Blackmail is when one person uses embarrassing information to force another person to do something they don't want to do. But you're not a person anymore, remember? You are my slave. You yielded all control to me. We have a contract. I'm just making sure that you keep your word. Now go! No argument. Do it!" He bowed his head, defeated. This was the hardest part for me. We had gone over this type of scenario over and over at the practice sessions. I almost cried when he finally left for work. I was glad that the worst was over. I couldn't do this too much longer. I hated being mean to him, but I had to, or he would never be truly mine. Being mean wasn't in my personality, so I had to work hard at it. It really was harder on me than on him. I called Tanya to report on the progress. She had a suggestion on how I could punish him, without inflicting pain. I didn't hold men in contempt quite like she did; she seemed to view them as one step above worms, and she had no problem with hitting them. They were still human beings, even with all their shortcomings. I could see myself giving him a slap for discipline, but I could never apply torture. Yet, he was at a resistant stage, so something stronger needed to be done. The technique, which Tanya recommended, was a perfect choice for me. It would totally crush his male ego, make him completely submissive to me, yet it would not involve any pain. From the way he questioned my order, I doubted that he would follow through with turning all the money over to my control. So I had to prepare for the worst. If he surprised me and came through, then I wouldn't have to resort to this new plan, unless he slipped again sometime later on in his submissiveness training. *** I took the day off from work, and went about purchasing some supplies, and setting things up so all would be ready for him. When Drew came home, I asked him for the receipts from the bank. He said that he didn't have time that day to go out at lunch. I was very displeased, but I didn't say anything as we ate the dinner I had cooked for us. His male ego was still too strong. I thought he was being submissive because he was broken; but he was doing it because bondage still turned him on so much. He would even risk having his friends and family see the pictures, rather than concede real control to me! I felt that I had to try what Tanya suggested. Otherwise, all we would have is a game for bedtime. If I was going to dominate him, I was going to do it right. "How would you like to go to bed again?" I asked teasingly. He was eager for that, so I led him upstairs. I had gone to a bondage store, and purchased a post with a solid base, and a cross beam on the top, two feet above his head. This allowed me to have him stand with his legs tied up and spread apart, arms tied to the crossbeam, and gave me access to his whole body. "Look babe, I loved what we did this weekend, but it was all just a game, right? I can't give up everything just like that! I love the sex, but..." I stuffed the gag in his mouth so he couldn't talk anymore. He just kind of gurgled. "Drew, I'm sorry, but we have an agreement. My domination over you is going to be total and complete. Remember, you signed a contract. You said that you understood that you may not like everything I do to you, but that you would accept it and obey. You are going to be dominated in *my* terms, not yours. That's the whole idea, right? You've given yourself up to a superior female, and she is all that matters to you. Its *me* who determines what you do, not you anymore, remember?" He just stared at me, but he was getting hard. He liked being talked to like that. He wasn't going to like what I was about to do next, though. It was never in his fantasies he told me about, but Tanya promised me that nothing would break a man's spirit as well as this. I needed to use men's innate fear of the feminine as a weapon against him. I took his gag back out, so we could talk. I pulled out a bottle of body oil, and started rubbing it all across his chest. "What are you doing?" he asked. I just smiled, and pulled out a disposable razor. "Don't squirm, unless you want to get cut. I want you to have a smooth chest for what I'm going to do next." I said, picking up the razor, and starting on him. I had a bowl of warm water set up on the nightstand, and rinsed the hair out of the razor after each stroke. I shaved his entire chest, his back, then started on his armpits. He started to protest, but a pointed look from me shut him up. Next I rubbed the oils on his legs, and began to shave them. "Why are you doing this!" he said. "Because *I* want to do it. Do you want the gag back in?" I asked, which quieted him down. "No." he said. "No what?" "No my Goddess." That was better. I was being too lax with him. Perhaps I would have to inflict some pain after all. Tanya said it was dangerous to allow your slave to feel free to question your motives. I was beginning to understand why. I needed to be stricter, even though it was hard for me to do. If this didn't work, I was going to have to ask for help from a professional, like Tanya herself. Poor Drew if it came to that! When I was done with him, all of his body hair was shaved off. I even trimmed his pubic hairs with a scissors, and shaved off all but a small rectangle above his genitals. Then I started with the speech I had been rehearsing in my head all day. Here we go... "Drew, you were a great disappointment to me today. I gave you a direct order, which you disobeyed. That will never happen again." He just looked at me. "Now as you know, most Dommes give their slaves something to always wear, as a sign. For example, it could be a leather collar. But for you, it will be something different. Something as a constant sign to you that it is a *woman* who owns you. A woman who controls you. A Goddess who you worship and adore with all your heart." I walked behind him so that he could not see me, and slipped the hood over his head. That would make it a little easier for me to do the next step in my plan. He was very hard again, so I grabbed his penis, and squeezed hard. "This here is the problem. Your manhood is getting in the way of your obedience. You are going to have to learn not to listen to it anymore." I pulled out a box I had hidden under the bed, and opened it. The first thing I pulled out was a nursing bra. It had straps, which detached from the cups, so you could feed your baby without having to take it off. But that meant that could also get it on him, even with his arms tied up. I carefully pulled it around his chest, so he could not tell what I was doing, until I hooked up the clasps in back. Then I pulled the straps over his shoulders, and attached them to the cups. I adjusted them until they were tight. Now he was wearing a bra. "What is that? It feels like a bra!" he said in fright. "Yes dear, it is a bra for you to always wear, as your sign that you are my slave. Now for your breasts." I pulled out two silicone gel breast forms I had purchased. They had real looking nipples and everything! I slipped them into the bra. "There, now, you have your own pair of breasts, just like a real woman. You like that, don't you?" "No! I'm not a girl!" "Yes you are. You are mine, and *I* say you are a girl. Now tell me what you are, slave." "I'm... I'm a girl" he said, defeated. You know, its funny. Gags, hoods, restraints... all those scary things did was get him aroused. But one little piece of clothing, which every woman wears day to day, and he freaks out! Putting a bra on him did more to defeat him than all the other junk did! Amazing. Next, I pulled a pair of silk panties up his smooth legs, and snapped the waistband when they were tight against his groin. "There, now the girl has panties to cover her pussy." I said. He was hard as a rock, and I thought he was going to come any second. "Your mouth protests about being a girl, but down here, it sure looks like you like it!" I said, squeezing his penis firmly. And that was enough, he did come! Just from a little touch! Fortunately, I did buy a second pair of panties, so I changed him, then put pantyhose on him. (Control top ones of course, since he didn't have much in the way of curves.) "Now, we need something else for you. I can't go around calling you 'Andrew' anymore, now that you're a girl. You need a girl's name now." "No. Please." he whispered. "I think your new name will be... Tina. Yes, you are Tina now. Tell me who you are!" "I am a woman. I am Tina," he said. I took off the hood, and he was actually crying! I could have inflicted strong pain, and he would have loved it, and wanted more. But with just a few articles of clothing, and a chick's name, I had him in tears. He was broken! "Now Tina, we're going to make you all pretty. You want to be a pretty girl, don't you?" He nodded, defeated. "What's that?" I said, with a hint of threat in my voice. "Yes Goddess, I want to be a pretty girl." "That's better. You need to make sure you show me the proper respect, or you will be punished. It would be a shame if I had to cut this off!" I said, squeezing between his legs. I took him down from the restraints, and forced him to dress himself the rest of the way. I had a French maid uniform for him, a blond wig, and high heel shoes in his size. I made him sit down, as I did his makeup. I made him look a bit slutty, with way more makeup than any self respecting woman would wear. But for this first feminization session, I needed to really make a good showing. "Tina, you are a girl now. And you are my slave. Do you know why I had you dress up in a maid's outfit?" "Because you want me to work around the house?" he said. "Exactly, slave. Now go! I want you to do the dishes, scrub the kitchen floor, clean out the bathroom, vacuum the rugs, polish the brass pots and pans, and then I may allow you to massage my feet, if you're good. Now go!" His head bowed, low, he walked out the door, and began hours of labor, until the house was bright and neat. *** I made Andrew stay as 'Tina' all weekend long. I made him do housework for hours on end. I made up tasks for him to do, which weren't really needed. And there was of course a lot of things, which did need doing. I made him rub my feet, scratch my back, massage my shoulders, paint my toenails, cook dinner, and of course clean up after. I made him come a few times, and told him of new tasks he had each day. "I want you to read my copy of Glamour. I also want you to find a picture of a girl in there who you find attractive. Go!" A few hours later, he came back. He showed me a picture of one of the models showing off 'the hottest new swimsuits for summer'. "Go into the bathroom" I said. "Look at her picture, and masturbate. I want you to say out loud 'That's me!' and 'I am her!' as you do it. Now go!" I followed him in, to make sure he did it. It took him a while to come, but when he did, I instructed him that he was to do this four times a day. "You have too much male sexual energy. You need to redirect it towards your desire to be a woman. You may only come when you're wishing you were a real woman. You must do it again and again until you cannot come without this wish being in your mind. In fact, every time you get a hard-on, you need to do this to release your male sexual energy. I cannot begin to fill you with *female* sexual desires until we burn out the male in you." "Please!" he begged. "I don't want female sexual desires..." "Just for that, you're going to have to wear your bra under your clothes when you go into work as 'Andrew' tomorrow. Don't make me have to include your breast forms too. Then everyone would see that you are really a woman." "Okay, I'll do it." he said, in utter defeat. "Good. Soon, you will think, feel, and look like a woman. And then I will fill you with female sexual desires. You're going to be a chick! Won't it be cool when we can go out on dates with men?" He was shocked I could tell, but too afraid now to protest. Of course, I had no such intention. But it made great threat material. Doing all this was really hard on me. I had put up such a good front all weekend long. I did feel bad for Drew, but I knew that this is what he really wanted, and I had my first inkling of the feeling of power. I actually lubricated a little bit when I gave him an order, and he scurried off to obey. He was mine now! I could make him do whatever I wanted! That night, I made him do oral sex on me, for half an hour. It was heaven. I told him where to touch me with his hands, how hard to do it, and he listened! He did just what I asked for. I told him it was a privilege to be allowed to touch me, and that he was lucky I was letting him to this. He was actually grateful! I could not believe how well this was working! He liked being dominated, and for the first time, I think I liked dominating him. *** On Monday, I made Drew wear panties under his male clothes, along with his bra. He came home on time, without seeing his drinking buddies, and with the paperwork. All of his financial matters were now completely mine. All of his money was transferred into my account. His payroll checks were now completely mine. Now of course, I wasn't about to go out and waste away all his money. In fact, I would do a better job of managing his money than he did. Without him going out to spend money on his worthless hobbies, or blowing it at the bar with his buddies. No, I was going to improve his life, and actually end up with more money for us out of it. As soon as he came home, I had him dress up in his outfit again. As a reward for doing as I asked, I actually allowed him to come inside me (with me on top of course!). I told him what a pretty girl he was, and that I was glad that he had become such a wonderful girl. As a further reward for him, I held back from moving forward with the next step. You see, it is important when training a male, that you keep adding to his duties, his enslavement, adding to his sense of hopelessness. If you let him think for a moment that he can do as *he* pleases, he will take it as a sign that he can do what he wants. So it is critical, as Tanya told us, to keep pushing forward. Keep moving along, until he is completely burned out, and you have placed whatever you would prefer inside him. With that in mind, a few days later, when he didn't properly answer a question I asked him, I knew I had to keep moving on. So I told him that we were going to go out shopping. "I am going to go spend *your* money, and you are going to come with me. I know you hated shopping when you were a man, but now you're a woman, and you're going to learn to love it, like the girl that you are. You are shopping with me, and you're going to do it wearing a nice dress." "Please don't make me do that!" he sniveled. "How dare you question my order! For that, you're going to have to buy a dress too tonight, try it on, talk to the clerk, and act like the girl you are out in public." He bowed his head in defeat. "Come on Tina! Let's get going!" *** At the store, I started out looking for some new shoes for myself. He had told me once that he never understood why women wanted so many pairs of shoes. But what I could never understand, is how a man could have one or two pairs of shoes, then think that they would go with every outfit he owned! I mean, you pick a top, bottom, colors for your lips, face and nails, jewelry, a hairstyle... then you would throw on just any old pair of shoes lying around? Come on! Men are so dense some times. I just don't get them! I started out trying on several pairs, before I found a cool pair of pumps, with a nice low heel, in black. They were comfortable, and they would look great with my favorite skirt. Then I found a nice pair of sandals. They were white, with a squared toe. They felt sturdy, and were nice and wide, so my foot fit in easily. I hate how some of the most fashionable shoes always seem to come in ultra narrow, as if real women had feet like anorexic supermodels. Yeah right. I made Drew try on several pairs, but the store didn't have much in the way of a size, which would fit a man's foot. He seemed relieved. I would have to do some research, and find a place with some selection in his size, so I could make him wear cool shoes too. Next, I bought a new purse for him. It would have been a better bargain to go out and get a knockoff instead of a name brand, but I also wanted to see the effect of spending lots of his money, in front of him, on an item to help feminize him further. Up in the clothes department, I found a nice black skirt on the 40% off rack. I also found a poofy looking white skirt in a large size, which I made him try on. It would be very hard to put an outfit together around it, but it was just so feminine that I had to get it for him. But what to match with it? A white top would be too much, but most dark colors wouldn't go with it. Oh well, he didn't know anything about fashion yet, so he wouldn't even notice that his outfit didn't go together well. Perhaps one of the light colored tops with sparkles would do. We'd need to go over to the misses department for that (isn't it awful how they seem to think that only teenage girls want to wear cool clothes? What about the rest of us?) I also bought some cosmetics, and some for him. He was clearly getting more and more uncomfortable about the shopping, but that was good. When we finally got to the car, he seemed so relieved. If he had met someone who had recognized him, he would have freaked. I loved the 'deer in the headlights' look in his eyes. *** It was now two weeks after the first time I started to feminize Drew. He was getting used to his new life, and so was I. I found myself being more and more assertive at work, now that I was used to having a man obey me. If they didn't do as I asked, I became perturbed. What a difference this was making for me! I felt so free! So much in control for the first time! Not only did I not have to depend on a man for my happiness, but I didn't have to depend on one to make decisions for me. Now I made all of the decisions at home. And I decided what to do, when to do it, and how it would be done. I don't think that Drew knew what he was in for when he asked for me to dominate him. It was on my terms, not his, and every now and then, I would get a look from him, which made me think he was regretting it somewhat. But he loved being a slave, and he loved having me control him. He was just clearly uncomfortable about being feminized. I continued to use that as leverage against him. I kept telling him that I was training his body for female sexual responses. I think he was terrified that I was going to try to make him gay or something. I could see it in his eyes. I wasn't going to do that to him; I didn't want another man in the bedroom. I mean, now he was doing exactly what I needed in bed. I trained him to touch me in all the right places, at all the right times, with the right touch. It was so liberating to be in charge in bed! Now I reached orgasm every time, and sex wasn't a chore, but a joyous celebration. How could adding someone else into the mix help with that? But I kept it as a veiled threat at all times. And I made vague threats about castrating him, or putting him on estrogen. If he started to act up even the least little bit (which was becoming rarer and rarer), a little threat like that would have him whimpering in no time. When you train a puppy, there are two things you can do; use negative re-enforcement, when you yell and hit it. Or positive re-enforcement, where you praise, pet on the head, and tell it that it is a good dog. Training a man is much the same. You can use pain and threats, but you can also use positive re-enforcement, and even sexual re-enforcement. As I said before, getting him to associate feminization with orgasm was vital. By now, he didn't come unless it was associated with something about feminization. His body would automatically react to any little bit of new femininity with a strong sexual reaction. I could walk up to him, and say, "I think your boobs are growing." or something, and he would get so hard that the lightest touch would make him come! And I was to the point where I would call him Tina, even when he was dressed as a man, even in public. If he was a beagle on a leash, he could not have been more obedient. *** I had cut Tina off from his family and friends ever since our journey started. He only existed for me. Of course, I would go out with the girls, and leave him with a chore. I reminded him that I had hidden cameras, and that I would spy on him from time to time. He never even thought of going against my wishes when I was gone. I also started to send him out on his own, in full female garb. For example, I would send him to the grocery store to shop. Or out to buy himself a new outfit. I let him wear women's jeans and a top with little straps sometimes. It was still women's clothes, but not a skirt. I made him get a very tight pair, which he said was uncomfortable on his crotch. But between the tight jeans and the girdle I got him, he was starting to look like he had curves. Oh, there were little things too like pierced ears, longer fingernails, and such. But by now, he was getting fairly good at being a woman. I started to work on his behavior, teaching him how to act like a lady. How to move, sit, walk, and even how to talk. Or should I say, how to listen. When women talk, we seem to have our say, then shut up and listen as our sisters tell their story. But men always seem to feel a need to cut in, interject their own opinion (Usually telling you you're wrong, or that you shouldn't feel the way you do!) It made it so frustrating to talk to a man! But slowly, I was reshaping Tina's mind, and getting her to act and think the right way. Yes, I said her. As Tina got better at being a woman, I would sometimes start to think of her as a girl at times. Then she would do something stupid, and manly, and I'd have to get on her case. But as time wore on, she did that less and less. Once unleashed, her feminine side started to emerge, and take over with a vengeance. At the rate we were going, I wondered if there would even be any male left within Tina's head. *** As you can guess, I was now coming to a major dilemma. I had done a fine job of dominating Drew. He was now obedient, doing exactly as I said, every time, with no argument. He was turning more and more into a woman, day by day. But that was the big problem. After all I had gone through, I felt weird that I was starting to hold men in the same contempt that women at Tanya's meetings had. I was starting to think of them as inferior worms. I mean, women really are better than men in almost everything. I wish that there was a way I could take a man, turn him into a real woman for a day, and let him see exactly what I mean. But even with the slow transformation of Tina, as she became more and more female, she started to become so much better of a person. Soon she would be mostly female inside, and I would be forced to think of her as a real person again, not some subhuman being only fit for being a slave. If she was really a woman inside, how could I think of her being enslaved? A woman is meant to be free. If I were to keep a woman as a slave, I would be as bad as the men I despised. I didn't know what to do. I asked Tanya for help, but she didn't understand my dilemma. She thought that as long has he had a man's physical equipment between his legs, he was a man. But it was different with Tina. I really felt like I was talking to a girl when I talked to her. So one day, I made up my mind. I sat down with her for a meeting. "Tina, how was your day at work?" "When I left home this morning Goddess, you told me to have a nice day. So my day was nice, because you ordained it." "Oh Tina, you are so wonderful. Please, do this for me. As we sit here and talk, I want you to treat me as your equal. I want to talk to you woman-to-woman. Feel free to fully express yourself. You can call me by my name. You don't need to call me Goddess today." "But Goddess, I am not worthy to do that. I don't belong sitting at the same level as you. Can't I at least kneel before you?" "No Tina. Today, you are a woman in my eyes. A woman should never be treated as a slave. You are female inside, so you deserve to be treated with respect now." "Me? A woman? Do you mean that, or are you just trying to make me feel good?" "When have I ever lied to you Tina?" "Thank you Goddess... I mean Kaye. Calling me a woman is... the nicest thing that anybody has ever said to me." "You're welcome Tina. Would you like some tea?" "Sure. I'll go make it." "No, you sit here and read Cosmo. I'll go get the tea." I went to the kitchen, brought back a tray with tea, cookies, strawberries, and a bottle of special pills. We sipped the tea, snacked on the cookies, and chatted for a while. Once we polished off the strawberries, it was time for the big question. "Tina, now that you're a woman, you have the right to decide your own fate. I am going to give you a choice, and you can do as you wish." "But Goddess... I live to serve you. You make all the decisions for me. How can I..." "No Tina. You are a woman now. You are allowed to make your own choices." "I'm sorry. It is so strange to do." "That's okay, you've been through a lot. Listen, here is what I have to offer you. Option one: you can go on as you are now; a woman in a man's body. We can live as we do today, except that I'll treat you as my equal partner." "That would be so wonderful!" said Tina. "Or your second option is this," I said, pulling out the bottle of pills. "These are estrogen pills. You can start taking these right now. I've saved enough money over the past months that we can start you on surgeries. We can turn your body into that of a woman, to match what's in your mind." Tina didn't even have to think about it. By the afternoon, she had taken half the bottle of pills to begin inundating her body with female hormones. She was on her way to femininity. To being released from the bonds of malehood. To true freedom and a new way of life...