Slave to a Vampiress Part XVII
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Slave to a Vampiress Part XVI - Tulip reminisces about her third date
with her beloved Mistress. Tulip's feminization and servitude training
continues. Tulip learns that concierge medicine equals female hormones
equals breasts; a fairly simple mathematical formula.
"My feelings exactly." We kissed for a few more moments in the lobby,
and then traveled back up to the penthouse.
"Home sweet home," said mistress.
I put away our coats. Mistress started undressing me. Soon I am naked
before her, with all of my clothes on the floor. "I enjoyed playing with
my dolls all those centuries ago when I was but a young girl, now you
get to be my dolly. What outfit should I put you in now?" (I thought at
the time, mistress was making a little joke about her age. The joke was,
she wasn't joking.)
"I've got so many costumes to dress you in. You could be a fairy, a
ballerina, a stewardess, a harem girl, a sexy nurse, or a cheerleader."
"I'd love to try them all on, mistress."
"You could be your own sissy Village People, but slightly more butch then
the original cast."
"Hey, the leather man had a fantastic mustache."
"That's true, it was truly an awesome mustache. Anyhow I have something
I laid out for you, before we got dessert. It's not a costume, it's more
than that, it's ......well I don't give it away. I'd love for you to try
it on, it
I started to scurry to the side bedroom. "Honey, when you are barefoot
in this household, you will walk on your tippy toes."
"Yes mistress, I will for now on."
"If there is more effeminate way to do anything, then that is the way to
it."
I gave mistress a deep curtsy holding my imaginary skirt. I scurried on
my tiptoes to see what mistress had selected for me to wear, I was dying
of curiosity. I found draped across the bed, a truncated maid's uniform.
A black , boned corset that was cupless, so my nonexistent tities would
be exposed. A white apron was already attached to the corset and tied in
the back with satin apron strings. The corset had a ridiculous number of
garter suspenders, clearly for show, eight per leg, for a total of
sixteen, that attached to pink stockings with white lace tops. My nylons
were certainly going to stay in place, and attaching and keeping all the
garters straight was going to be a constant chore, but I found all those
multitudinous garters really hot. The outfit included two opera length
fingerless black gloves that ended at the shoulder in white fringed
mutton chops, a white and black maid's cap that matched a lacy choker,
for my neck. The shoes were patent black heels with pink bows on the
toes. There was no panty, so my chastity was very much exposed. I
quickly put on my uniform. The corset buckled on from the side which
saved me from having to lace up the corset from behind. I tried my best
to tie the apron strings into a nice bow. I returned to my mistress.
"What do you think?"
"I love it mistress."
"It suits you. You were born to wear a maid's uniform. Now, Kneel and
listen carefully, so I may explain to you your role in this household.
You will be my maid. When you are here you will usually be in a maid's
uniform, and trust me, I will find you the most sissiest, ultra femme
outfits for you to wear. When you are here you will complete a number of
household chores and serve me hand and foot; my every whim shall be your
command, understand?"
"Yes mistress."
"If you fail to complete any task to my complete and utter satisfaction,
I will severely punish you. Understand?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Now turn around, I am going to cinch you in tighter. Your strict corset
training starts now. "
Mistress tied my lacing and then without mercy tightened my corset.
"There you go, we are going to give you that hour glass figure, one
painful inch at a time."
It was so very tight, I could barely breathe.
"Just take shallow breaths until you adapt. No time like the present to
start serving your dominant. Sitting on the kitchen counter is my vacuum
bottle with my kombucha. Bring mistress her special drink on a silver
serving tray, you'll find the trays underneath the peninsula. Bring it
back to me."
Mistress snapped her fingers. I jumped up, curtsied, and scurried to the
kitchen. I returned with the bottle on a tray. Of course the kombucha
was a cover story, and the vacuum bottle was filled with blood. Mistress
grabbed the bottle and sipped from it using the attached straw. Mistress
was trying to sate her always present blood lust with giving into her
impulses and give me the 'bite'. I thought to myself at the time, that
mistress really liked her kombucha.
"I need a smoke, fetch me my leather trench coat." Mistress clapped her
hands, I scurried to get her jacket, which I held out for her.
"Come with me to the balcony." Mistress placed my hand in an iron grip,
I once again I was surprised by her strength. It felt like a vice. The
view from the balcony was spectacular, but the wind was freezing and I
was almost wearing nothing. I was shivering, almost immediately. My
mistress took out an old fashioned cigarette holder and handed me a
bejeweled ladies lighter. I lit her cigarette. She pointed to the
floor, so I knelt. A bronze ashtray was placed in my hands which I held
out for mistress. She began a phone call on her cell, in what was
clearly Japanese. I was simply freezing. Mistress was completely
ignoring me, except to drop her ash into the ashtray that I was holding
on to, and was shaking from my shivering. I lost track of time. I was
sooooooo cold. Mistress finished her cigarette and wound up her call
with saying "Shitsurei shimasu." Mistress walked off the balcony and
left me there.
It was clearly a test. I don't care if I froze to death. I was going to
stay on this freezing balcony for as long as it took to prove my
obedience to mistress. After a minute or two mistress opened the door
and said, "oh there you are Tulip, I don't need you as an ashtray
anymore, take that inside and clean it in the sink."
I was shivering so hard, I could barely stand. I scurried into the
warmth of the apartment, but I continued my almost convulsive shivering.
After I washed out the ashtray, I returned to my mistress who was calling
for me. Mistress had turned on the gas fireplace and was holding a knit
throw for me. She dropped it over me. She hugged me, and kissed my
forehead.
"Good gurl. A good gurl follows orders without question, and suffers
without complaint."
"I'll obey you no matter what mistress."
"I know you will, but I will test you constantly. Go warm yourself by the
fire, dear. When you stop shivering, drop to the floor and crawl to me
at the couch. It took me several minutes, but I finally stopped
shivering and I dutifully dropped myself to my hands and knees and
crawled to my mistress, who was texting.
She ignored me for a few minutes while she continued to text. She
eventually deigned to took notice of my presence. "Tulip, kneel, then
grab you ankles and spread your legs, jut out your chest. Good gurl.
This is the 'nadu' submission pose." Mistress took out suction cups and
placed then on my nipples. She started squeezing the air bladder causing
a vacuum suction on my nipples. It was painful, but also I was very
aroused. "You'll wear these for a half hour right now, every day. It
will get your nipples nice and plump, and so sensitive. It will make
them so very pinchable. Does it hurt?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Good, then it's working. Discomfort now, pleasure later, baby".
Mistress winked. "Now, pull off my shoes and give me a foot massage, and
I like them tough."
"Yes, mistress." I started the massage. Mistress started pushing her
free foot into my mouth. I opened my mouth and started to suck her toes.
Mistress started groaning. "Suck them harder, Tulip, and really go to
town on my massage. I can take it, baby."
I redoubled my efforts. "That's better." Mistress switched her feet. "
I continued to suck on mistress's toes and knead her other foot like a
loaf of dough. I so wanted her to enjoy her massage.
"Let's take a break, Tulip sit in my lap." I sat in mistress's lap.
Mistress switched the release valve for my nipple suction cups, and then
they fell to the ground. My nipples were definitely plumped, and tender.
Mistress stroked them and I shuddered. "You've definitely got little
raisins dear."
I smile. "Oh my god, they are like, well they are like a girls."
"So dear, do you want tities, because I can make that happen."
"You can?"
"It's called hormones silly."
"Don't you have to have a prescription?"
'Honey, I'm wealthy. My doctors, well it's not a problem. It's called
concierge medicine. But the question is, do you want tits."
"Yes, yes I do."
"I know things are moving super fast."
"I want tits, please mistress."
"It's two steps, the estrogen and the progesterone and ...... the
testosterone blockers as well. That...." Mistress grabs my chastity cage
and shakes it so the bells ring. "That stops working in a few months.
No more stiffies. No male orgasms. You won't be able to shoot your
jizz. No more jizz."
"I understand. It's going to be locked up so long as I am with you, and
I...I don't want go anywhere except where you take me."
"There's no going back. You would never produce the same levels of
testosterone if you went off the hormones, at least naturally, so it's a
big step compared to wearing some panties and high heels."
"Go back to what mistress. My lonely apartment. My feeling that I am in
the wrong body, the wrong skin., all the time. Hiding who I am. Hiding
from myself. Noooo. There is no going back, not an option."
"Place theses two patches right over your future breasts, and this one
down here, over your lower abdomen. Estrogen upstairs and the
testosterone blockers, spironolactone, down there."
"So long masculinity, hello, hello to....this sounds stupid......the real
me." I attached the patches.
I look down at my chest. "What the hell, mistress, they are not working,
where are my tits?"
"It might take a few months dear. Here wait, let me try...." Mistress
waves her hands theatrically over my chest. "Abracadabra, Hocus Pokus,
Presto change-o, give my slave gonzongas. Hmmmm, that didn't work
either, but get ready for some hot flashes, some mood swings, and some
tender tata's."
"Sounds like fun."
Mistress pinched my tits, hard. I yelped.
"Guess again."
"I want to experience it all. If becoming more feminine means I get hot
flashes, then I'll take the good with the bad."
"Brave words honey, sometimes being a women sucks."
"Being a so called man sucked for me all the time."
"I know it did baby, you don't have to pretend anymore."
"Thank you mistress, thank you so much."
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