1. Bernadette's Initiation


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    week living as a girl under the regular tutelage of a friendly but domineering middle aged woman called Janet. To this day I believe she didn't appreciate just how extreme an experience lay in store for me; I certainly had no clue until the very last. Though, with hindsight, her first visit offered a hint when she promptly told me to strip off and locked me into a chastity belt telling me I was to stay in chastity until the end of my adventure. She pierced my ears fitting little gold studs. Then began the first of a series of daily lessons. I learnt how to choose clothes and accessories to pass as a woman. I learnt to walk in heels, and to move, sit and talk like a girl. I had acting lessons playing roles like waitress, servant and showgirl before an imagined audience. I learnt to do makeup in styles ranging from subtle to street-hooker. I learnt to do my nails, pluck my eyebrows and how to keep my body free of all trace of hair: my skin was soon as smooth as a baby's. I loved the gradual transformation of my appearance and manner and by the end of my lessons I felt confident enough to go shopping as Bernadette, buying some lovely new outfits. On Friday's final lesson she left strict instructions that I was to look my very best when she returned next morning. Waiting for her arrival I wondered, with growing anxiety, what the day held in store for me. It was just as well I was clueless. I'd have run a mile. By the time she turned up I was in such a state of arousal that all ...
    thought of flight had passed. In any event, I reflected, if I didn't go through with it how ever would I get out of this locked steel contraption? She glued little pads to my nipples with what appeared to be fine wires leading out. Over them fitted a pair of remarkably convincing bust forms, also glued in place. She dressed me in a white bra and panties, knee length pale blue cotton summer frock and a dark brown wig in a &#034bob&#034 style. She gave me a handbag containing no money, credit cards or ID of any kind: only toiletries, a cinema ticket and a single train ticket to an unfamiliar town some distance away. Not even my house key. Then she led me out of the house - my house - locking the door behind us telling me to walk to a nearby address. With my new found confidence the walk to the house should have been easy but the prospect of a day of utter powerlessness was turning my state of mind from anticipation to a fear threatening to spiral out of control. I brooded about my lack of phone, money or ID and especially about the purpose of those pads on my nipples. So, by the time I arrived, my nerves were jangling. The door was ajar. Timidly I knocked - a voice told me to enter. I was greeted by two large, tough looking men who seemed amused by me and by my situation. I quickly grasped that they were merely paid hands, and that my task was simply to do as I was told. By the time they sent me on my way to the station I was a quivering wreck. I'd been stripped, fitted with a ...
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