Ultimate Femdom Justice: The Training of Marcus (Scars of the Whip Training Book 8) by William Miller

Author:William Miller [Miller, William]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Eric Blue LLC
Published: 2014-02-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18 – Total Feminization

I would have expected the process of being bathed, dried and powdered by Miss Williams to be humiliating and degrading but after the initial embarrassment I'd found it both delightful and exciting.

With the contrast between that man's aggressiveness and Miss William's gentleness, his arrogant grasp of my genitals and Miss William's arousing caresses, I felt increasingly cordial towards her.

I'd sensed a faint but definite atmosphere of disapproval between her and that man, with the notion that she had rescued me from his attentions, by telling me to have my breakfast.

With a playful smack on my sweetly powdered bottom she told me, "Off you go Marcus dear. Show me how you can walk nicely."

I promenaded across the bathroom with that absurd feminized affectation. I was surprised to find that I genuinely felt the need to please her and enjoyed the gratification as she complimented, "That's lovely, Marcus. Such a good boy!"

Descending the stairs, I thought about these amazing changes in my nature over the last few weeks. I was even feeling somewhat affectionate towards her! Even the use of her cane, excruciating as it was, assumed the appearance of an unpleasant necessity that she applied reluctantly!

I found Gerald in the small lounge room, sitting watching early morning pt. in his very feminine blue dress. He looked up at me as I entered the room, his smile was a blend of friendliness and shyness. I smiled in return, taking a seat on anther chair.

I looked at the pt. without seeing it. My mind was on those words, 'play with Gerald'. I glanced at him furtively. He was looking at the screen but something in his demeanor suggested he was not seeing it either.

Miss Williams entered the room. We both looked at her as she stood with hands on hips, shaking her head as if angry. But her expression indicated otherwise. Her lips were compressed, as if suppressing a smile.

"Come along now you two boys. Don't sit there like strangers," she began. "Marcus, go and sit with your little friend."

Feeling a little reticent, I moved, nervously to the sofa beside Gerald.

"Now, a little good morning kiss between you," she suggested.

I wasn't sure whether it was the memory of her cane, or a desire to please her, that made me turn towards Gerald to find he was facing me. I thought he was a little more eager than I. We briefly touched lips.

Walking across to us, Miss Williams said, "Come along boys, show a little affection for each other. Embrace for a fond, loving kiss."

She stood in front of our sofa, looking down at us. There was no rancor in her appearance. We folded our arms around each other and pressed our lips together.

She leaned over towards Gerald, asking in a loud whisper that we were both meant to hear, "Why don't you feel that lovely little cock?"

I felt Gerald's hand move from its place on my shoulder, down the length of my body. He took my penis in his fingers.

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