Vicious Beach – Perfect Choice

Troy couldn’t believe his eyes. On the bed lay a pair of white lace panties, trimmed in small pink lace scallops. Arranged above and below the panties was a matching open-cup balconette bra and a garter belt with four garters, each with a tiny pink bow at the top. Completing the outfit was a pair of sheer white stockings. a pair of strappy high heeled sandals nearly identical to the red ones he had worn earlier, only in white and a white mesh and lace robe. He did not know why but he could feel a smile forming on his lips.
“I think these will be to your liking,” she said smiling at his expression of admiration. “But first I want you to have a seat at the vanity in the corner so I can do your make-up and relieve your girl-cock.”
Troy was surprised at how disappointed he felt, he desperately wanted to feel the pretty white lace against his skin. But it would have to wait. The next thing he would feel would be the frozen sting of the ice pack being pressed against his groin.
“Holding this between your legs should do the trick,” she said as she pushed him down on to the stool in front of the vanity. Pressing the ice pack against him she gave him another instruction. “Now cross your right leg over your left at the knees, keep those thighs closed nice and tight…push your shoulders back, back arched slightly to show off your breasts….that’s it…now fold your hands in your lap….excellent. This, is how I want you to sit from now on. Pretty and provocative like the femme-slut that you are…”
“Yes Mistress,” he answered softly, the ice between his thighs beginning to numb him already as she spun him easily on the stool so that his back was to the mirror.
She bent over him as she applied a generous base coat, and small amount of rouge to his cheeks, knowing full well that he was getting quite a good look at her cleavage. Her nipples had become pointed and hard in the cool temperature and she knew it would only serve to heighten his infatuation. Light pink eyeshadow came next followed by eyeliner and thickening mascara after she curled his lashes. She traced the contour of his lips with a deep red colorstay lipliner, then painted them with a deep red colorstay lipcolor and gloss, making his lips look beautifully soft and wet. She then painted his finger and toenails a shimmering pink. When she was finished Troy’s male features were virtually invisible.
“My, my,” she sighed, “that made quite a difference. In fact I don’t think your name suits you any longer.”
Troy could only look up at her, suddenly very docile and submissive.
She reached over his shoulder and retrieved a pink satin sleepmask from the table. Putting it over his eyes she thrust him into total darkness. She reached between his legs and removed the icepack, nodding proudly as she saw the effects. His testicles though still large and full were pulled tight to his crotch, forming a single ball no larger than a kiwi, and his penis had nearly retreated inside his groin, looking more like a knuckle than a phallus.
“You’ve become a very obedient and submissive femme,” she remarked, picking up the panties from the bed. “It makes be very happy to bestow my gifts upon you.” She slipped the white stretch lace panties over his ankles and up over his knees, pulling him to his feet before sliding them up his thighs. “You will answer to the name ‘Lacy’ from this point on. It is a name befitting of the feminine attributes you readily possess.”
“Yes Mistress,” he answered, nodding nervously. He could feel the panties at the base of his scrotum as she slid them slowly, agonizingly slowly, up over his hips.
She watched as he held his breath, every subtle movement heightening the sensation of the soft, feminine fabric on his sensitive skin. His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides, and he suddenly bit his lips trying to stifle the moan that sought to escape his throat. She pressed close to him, brushing her nipples, now rock hard from arousal as well as the cool temperature, across his bare chest. The sleepmask was doing it’s job. By cutting out his optical stimulus it heightened his sense of touch and his arousal. And it could not have been more evident when he let out an impassioned sigh as she slid the thong back of the panties between his trembling buttocks.
“How does that feel Lacy?” she whispered as she encircled his waist, pulling the thong tight against him.
“Wonderful…” he breathed, “It feels wonderful Mistress.”
“And this…” she asked, pulling the stretch lace panties tightly around his shrunken genitals.
“Mistresss…” was all he could manage as she pressed the top of her thigh against his crotch.
“Back to being a femme-slut I see,” she teased as his penis instantly began to grow inside his panties.
“Yes Mistress.”
“We’ll have to do something about that,” she said as she slid her hand over his panties, “won’t we?”
“Yes Mistress…” The pleasure in his groin was unbearable as her fingers massaged the soft flesh of his testicles through the snug material.
“Why did you lie to me Lacy?” she whispered in his ear. “You said that you were going to be a good girl from now on, didn’t you?” She punctuated her last question with a threatening squeeze of his sac.
“Yes Mistress,” he answered, swallowing hard.
“But you can’t behave,” she asked, “can you Lacy?”
“No Mistress,” he admitted.
“Why Lacy?” She continued to massage his balls, their weight in her hands growing heavier and more responsive. “Is it because you’re an effeminate little panty-slut?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I want to hear you say it Lacy,” she demanded, squeezing his balls a little harder. “I want to hear you admit what you are…”
“I’m an effeminate little panty-slut Mistress,” he whispered.
“Louder.”
“I’M AN EFFEMINATE LITTLE PANTY SLUT,” he said, nearly shouting in his womanly voice.
“Do you think you can keep from cumming in your pretty lace panties long enough to get dressed?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good…” she said, pulling away from him, “…hold your arms straight out in front of you, palms up.”
Troy did as he was instructed, the throbbing in his panties growing more and more persistent, driving him insane with lust. He had never been so emasculated in his entire life, and yet with each submissive act he became increasingly aroused. The more he surrendered the more liberated he felt. His thoughts were suddenly cut short by two soft clicks from behind him.
“Don’t worry Lacy,” she said, “these are for my private collection.”
“Oh my God,” he thought “she’s taking pictures?! How would she..”
“Don’t worry sweetie,” she said as if reading his thoughts, “it’s a digital. A Sony Cyber-shot to be exact. 5.1 megapixel with a 3 times zoom. I just got a great shot of your ass in your pretty little thong. I can’t wait to get one from the front…”
Troy didn’t, couldn’t respond.
“I promise you,” she said as she came up behind him, placing on hand on his left buttock and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I’ll never threaten you with them, or use them as blackmail. OK?”
“Yes Mistress,” he answered, trusting her his only option.
“I can’t wait for you to see how sexy you look Lacy…” She pulled the matching lace bra off the bed, and slipped it over his wrists. She slid the spaghetti straps of the underwire shelf bra up over his arms and shoulders she knew it would be the perfect fit. She clasped the hook and eye closure at his spine as tight as it could go and adjusted the shoulder straps so the underwire pressed underneath his pectoral muscle, his nipples clearly visible above the white lace and pink trim.
“Just beautiful Lacy,” she remarked as she pushed his arms down and turned him to face her. “You’re going to make a very sexy little femme-slut, I think April would be impressed.”
“Yes Mistress,” he said as he heard several more clicks of the camera
“Maybe we should call and invite her over,” she joked. “I’ll bet she’d love to hear how you masturbated
while wearing her panties…”
“Mistress, I,” Troy started to say.
“In fact,” sh
e continued, ignoring him, “I bet you’d love to show her, wouldn’t you?”
“Mistress,” he begged, “please n.”
“I thought so,” she interrupted. “I expected that a little whore like you would be an exhibitionist. That’s why I invited my friends here to see you while you were upstairs working on your walk.” She watched as his jaw dropped, his brightly painted lips trembling as he struggled to find the words. She kept them in his mouth as she surprised him with a deep, passionate kiss. She let her tongue probe his mouth while her hands carressed first his bra then his panties, tracing the contour of each over his smooth skin. She let her finger fall between the cleft of his buttocks following the narrow thong as it disappeared between his legs. She felt him tense as she grazed his asshole beneath his panties, and pressed against it softly, gently raising him onto his toes and pulling him to her.
“They’ll be here tomorrow,” she whispered as she broke the kiss. “If you are not here in the morning when I wake up I’ll understand…..” But she knew he would and as she picked up the garter belt she told him so. “But I think you’ll still be here. A pretty slut like you will jump at the chance to show off her body especially in the bikini I pick out for you Lacy.”
“Mistress, I..”
“Quiet Lacy,” she said soothingly, her hand cupping his face, “I already know what your answer will be, even if you do not. I want you to forget about that for now and concentrate on becoming the pretty little slut that we both know you want to be, alright?”
“Yes Mistress,” he acknowledged, trying to put the image of hundreds of leering people out of his mind.
“Besides there are only four of them,” she said, standing in front of him, “and they are all women.” She knew that he had pictured the house full of people and this would be a relief to him. Little did he know that he would find no relief in his submissiveness or his feminization. He would truely know what it was to be a femme-slut. And he would enjoy every humiliating second of it.
Troy just nodded in agreement, comforted by the fact that there would only be the five of them, no thought of leaving his mistress arising. He quickly forgot about any of it however when she wrapped her arms around him and fastened the stretch lace garterbelt around his waist . The clasps on the ends of the garters slapped his thighs softly as she adjusted the belt and then led him over to the bed, every step seductive and provocative. She sat him down on the bed and when he forgot to cross his legs she slapped him sternly on the outside of his thigh with the riding crop.
“Sit like a lady Lacy,” she commanded. “The next time I have to tell you I’ll bend you over like the slut you are.”
“Yes Mistress,” he replied, crossing his legs obediently.
“Thats better,” she said, “now point your toes at the floor.”
Troy did as she instructed, seconds later feeling the cool nylon of the stockings being pulled over his feet.
“Now the other leg Lacy,” she instructed.
A shiver went down his spine as she slid the other stocking on.
She pulled him to his feet and turned him sideways pulling the right stocking up above middle of his thigh, fastening the clasps of the garter to the white lace band at the top after carefully adjusting them so the line up the back was precisely centered on his calf and thigh. The garters framed his legs beautifully, the bows the perfect feminie accent. She faced him the other way, letting her fingers graze the hard bulge at the front of his panties, not surprised at all at it’s endurance. As she clasped the fourth and final garter, she sat him down on the bed and watched as he immediatly crossed his legs. No doubt that was uncomfortable, she thought, given the magnitude of his girl-cock and the sheer fullness of his balls, but that was nothing compared to the alternative.
“Very nice Lacy,” she praised, letting her hand fall lightly on his knee. “If it wasn’t for that filthy lump in your panties you would certainly pass for a very attractive woman.”
“Thank you Mistress,” Troy answered, her compliment making him blush timidly.
“You’re very welcome sweetie.” She knelt on the floor and slipped his foot into his shoe, buckling it tightly around his ankle. When she was finished she tapped him softly on his thigh and he obediently uncrossed and crossed his legs in the other direction. She took his hands from his lap and pulled him to his feet, admiring the extent of his emasculation with a wicked grin. She licked her lips excitedly while she snapped a few more shots. She then helped him into the short, sheer robe, tied it loosely around his waist and led him back into the bathroom to conclude his physical transformation.
She poured him another drink and wrapped his hand around it, guiding the straw between his painted lips an began to remove the curlers. Tight springy curls emerged on the ends of his hair with distict feminine bounce. She then parted his hair to the side, pulling the top over his head and fastening it with a large and bejeweled pink and white barrette. It was a smart and sleek hairstyle, obvious in both it’s beauty and it’s precocity. It would’ve been nearly immposible to make him look more like a beautiful young femme than she already had. She refilled his drink and led him back into the bedroom.
She positioned him in front of her floor length mirror gently stroking his backside underneath his robe, their lingerie clad reflections beautifuly serene.
“Take off your mask Lacy,” she commanded, “see the beautiful femme that you are.”
Troy peeled off the mask slowly, his arousal unable to overcome the underlying sense of fear that suddenly krept up on him. He held his breath as his reflection came into focus and he stared, unbelieving, at a person that was not him.
“Quite remarkable,” she quiped, squeezing his ass gently, “don’t you think Lacy?”
“I..Yes Mistress,” he stammered. “May I..”
“Go ahead sweetie,” she answered quickly, “you may touch yourself everyplace but where your panties cover. I know you’re a little slut and you’re dying to do it, but your pussy is off limits for now.”
“My..puss..”
“Yes Lacy,” she said. “Your pussy. You can’t very well be a femme without one can you?”
“No Mistress..”
“This,” she said, sliding her hand between his thighs along his thong, “is your pussy.” She pressed her index finger against his anus, moving it in slow circles making him whimper in disbelief. “Se how sensitive it is Lacy?”
“Yeees…” he moaned, trying to ignore the pleasure it gave him to have her touch him so intimately.
“Yes what?” She moved behind him and pressed harder, her other hand gripping his waist tightly.
“Yeee….Yeees Mistress.” Troy clenched his fists tightly, struggling to stiffle the moan that lingered on his lips.
“Touch your breasts Lacy,” she whispered, “press the lace against your skin.”
Troy responded slowly, dazed by his reflection and the intense arousal it caused. He slipped his fingers across the delicate fabric of the demi-bra, tracing the contours of the underwire and the dainty scallops of lace that met his flesh.
She slid her hands over the top of his, guiding his hands slowly down his torso and over the thin straps of the garter belt. She pressed against him, knowing he would feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her camisole and his robe. She swiveled her hips rhythmically from side to side, grinding against him until he mimiced her subtle movements. She continued massaging his body letting his fingers glide across the tops of his stockings, the waistband of his garter belt and the slender straps of his bra, leaving only one area of his feminity unexplored.
“Do you want to touch your girl-cock Lacy?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress,” he pleaded. “Please may I?”
“Please may you what?”
“Please Mistress,” Troy was completely enthralled, devoid of any humility, he was concerned only with gratification. “Please may I touch my girl cock?”
“I want you to
do something first…” She knew he would accept anything right now as she contin
ued to caress his trembling body.
“Whatever you desire Mistress,” Troy acknowledged, his voice a quivering whisper.
“I want you,” she said as she placed his hands over his crotch, “to fall to your knees and proclaim your complete devotion to me.”
“Yes Mistress!” He proclaimed, falling obediently to his knees, looking intently at her reflection behind him.
“It’s not that easy my sweet,” she quiped, smiling, “Don’t stop masturbating, I want you to repeat after me…”
“Yes Mistress…”
“I give myself willingly,” she began, looking down at him in the mirror.
“I give myself willingly,”
“…to Mistress Judianna…”
“…to Mistress Judianna…” At last he knew her name, and it was the most beautiful name he’d ever heard.
“…and promise to serve her to the best of my ability,”
“…and promise to serve her to the best of my ability,”
“…as her submissive femme slut.”
“…as her submissive femme slut.”
“I accept her domination and feminization of me,” she continued.
“I accept her domination and feminization of me,” he repeated.
“…recognizing both as my own desire.”
“…recognizing both as my own desire.”
“Well done Lacy,” Judianna said happily, “Now then, do you have anything that you’d like to ask me?”
“Yes Mistress,” Troy said meekly, “actually there is…”
“Stop touching yourself and tell me what it is,” she said.
Troy stopped, trepadation creeping into his voice as he asked his question. “Will I ever, will you, I mean would you ever make me do something, you know, gay?”
Judianna smiled and walked around to face him. “Absolutely not Lacy,” she said, pulling him to his feet. “I will never make you do anything with a male, ever. I promise that your feminization will bring you many unexplored fantasies sexual and non-sexual, and another male will never be a participant. Should you ever wish for one, our relationship would be terminated. Severed completely.”
“No Mistress,” Troy said quickly, “I only want to be with you.”
“I know Lacy,” she responded, “your essense is cleary male, especially under your panties. It’s your weakness for my body that makes you so submissive, and such a femme slut.”
“I’m sorry Mistress,” Troy apologized.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, ignoring his apology.
Troy had not thought about food at all, suddenly realizing that he was indeed, famished. He nodded silently.
“How do you feel about Thai food?”
“Whatever you desire Mistress,” he answered.
“All right then,” Judianna said, taking him by the hand, “Thai it is then…grab the pitcher of screwdrivers and meet me in the living room.”