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CORRECTIVE APPLICATION: A short story by Tamsyn
A femboi dominatrix savours the moment.
Theo Jones' final school report had been scathing. Mr. Greenwood, his
form teacher, had severely criticised the boy's work ethic, writing that
while there was always potential in every student, it was clear that Theo
would never amount to much unless he learned to apply himself correctly.
After failing to do so in five years of secondary school he could only
consider that Theo's employment prospects to be dismal.
Theo pondered on the words as he stood upright, hand resting on his hip,
and looked at his reflection in the dressing room's full-length mirror.
There was no hint or indication of his true identity in that reflection.
He wore a black leather halter neck dress that clung easily to his
pleasing, feminine body. The D-cup breast forms, glued to his chest,
pushed it out, straining against the leather that covered his front, the
nipples clearly showing, while the combination of tightly laced corset
and padded knickers gave him a classic hourglass shape, his waist slim
and his hips a rounded, gloriously womanly shape. There was no giveaway
bulge at his crotch; he knew how to tuck very well.
The dress ended just above his knees, wrapping around his shaven, black
nylon clad legs, a slit on the right travelling all the way up his thigh
and allowing a glimpse of lacy stocking top and bare skin. Knee length
black leather boots with a four-inch stiletto heel clung to his lower
legs. He could walk in them without any problem; it had become quite
natural after all this time.
He wore black leather gloves that came up past his elbow, the fingers
slender. Like the dress and the boots, their glossy finish reflected the
dressing room lights. The wig he wore pinned to his head was a
classically rich, dark auburn, most unlike his own mousey brown
underneath it. It featured a parting above his left eye, and he wore it
loose and swept to his right, cascading over his right shoulder. Dangly
silver earrings hung from each lobe, the light bouncing off the diamonds
hanging at the tip.
The eighteen-year-old's face was beautifully made up, with arched
eyebrows, full red lips and deep shading above his eyes. He smiled at his
reflection; he'd learned a lot since starting down this road, and there
was no trace of his male identity in this sexy, lust-inducing avatar he'd
created for himself. His appearance screamed femininity.
Dominant, sexual femininity.
Theo had joined the family firm as soon as he'd left school. His mother,
aunt and three older sisters were delighted to have him onboard, and had
tutored him well. He had worked hard -applied himself you might say- and
two years later he was developing his own client list, earning a
reputation as an expert in his craft. Today was a first session with a
new client who, like his others, had no idea what was really between his
legs. His female persona was so perfect that he had passed some of them
in the streets and they had not given him a second glance.
He breathed deeply, removing the smile from his face and allowing himself
to get into character. He closed his eyes and composed himself,
controlling his breathing. When he felt he was ready he opened his eyes
and looked at himself once again.
That was what he wanted.
A haughty, superior look had fallen over the girl's face, with a hint of
cruelty round the lips. There was no friendliness in the eyes, no warmth
in the features, rather just the impression that she considered others,
particularly men, to be beneath her.
She left the changing room and strode purposefully along the upstairs
hallway, enjoying the sound of her heels as they echoed from the wooden
floor laminate, the effect magnified by the narrowness of the landing.
She knew her slave could hear her approaching, and the thought gave her
an extra thrill.
Firmly she gripped the handle of the door in front of her, savouring the
anticipation of what was to come, the familiar frisson of excitement
nudging at her playfully.
The door swung open, revealing an expensively equipped dungeon. In the
centre of the room knelt a man, wrists bound behind him. He was naked
save for a studded leather collar, his skin pale in the subdued lighting.
Mistress Charlotta smiled inwardly, thinking of the sum of money the man
had paid for the two-hour session he was about to endure, and of tha
school report of two years ago. She stepped into the room and shut the
door behind her. Her slave looked up at the goddess in front of him, no
hint of recognition on his face.
Her voice was soft, belying her sadism. "Hello Mr. Greenwood. Are you
ready for your first lesson? I hope you will apply yourself correctly."
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