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Feminized by the Boss (J.S. Lee)

Feminized by the Boss by J.S. Lee


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When Charles is passed for the promotion to Vice President, the woman that took it humiliates him at a work party. In an attempt to avoid getting fired, he agrees to become her sissy, wear a chastity belt, shave himself, and be humiliated through and through. As his feminization continues, he struggles with the question of his sexuality and desires and tries to hide it from his disinterested wife.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 03 / 2018

No. words: 21250

Style: Feminization, OM Erotica - Cross Gender

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


She sighed, Rachel sounded as if she'd come to the limits of her patience. “Well, I guess I can't put this on you yet, can I, baby dick?” she snarled at him. “Fine, get on the floor, lay on your back, it won't take more than a few seconds, will it, sissy?” she snapped.

Charles quivered, with his pants down and the carpet rubbing his bare legs, he seemed to be quite vulnerable and he hated not knowing what came next. With Rachel, it could be anything and chances were that he would love it. “What are you going to do to me?” he whined, wishing that now of all times, he could talk to her like a man instead of a simpering pansy.

Rachel pressed the toes of her shoeless foot on the head of his cock. “Oh, just drain all of that faggot cum from your useless, little boy dick,” the silky feel of her stockings on the tip of his cock made him cry out, the sensation was soft and the heat was unbearable and Charles wanted more. Rachel stroked him with her toes, running her foot from the base to his head and then slowly back down again, “all that nasty boy juice, you don't need it anyway, do you sissy?”

Charles was mesmerized, every touch was a delicious dream come true. “No, Miss Woods, I don't need it,” he sounded as if he were hypnotized and his eyes were riveted to her foot, even her toes were exquisite and erotic and the current rushed down his shaft.

She stroked him again and he whimpered, up, down, up, down, she had quickly found the tempo that Charles used with his hand. The same tempo that he stroked himself to and whispered her name again and again. “That's right, sissy, you don't even need a dick,” she told him as she fondled his erection with her silky stocking. “Pretty soon, after you've been in that chastity belt for a while, you'll realize that your pathetic clit is no longer needed,” she sounded breathy as she continued to caress him and he pushed his hips up to meet her stroke for stroke.

He needed it so bad, “Miss Woods, please, yes, that feels so good.” She was a goddess and just her toes on his flesh, not even her bare toes, just her stockings, were more than enough to push him over the edge. His face was still burning with his indignity but his eyes were large and his heart raced. She was going to make him burst.

Rachel squeezed his erect nub and made him wait and tremble when she asked, “who does this tiny sissy clit belong to, bitch?” She wanted to make it official, she had staked her claim and now, Charles was about to pledge allegiance. He paused, holding his breath, if he didn't look down and see her red toes through the stockings, if he didn't think about the seams, if he didn't let his eyes wander up her calf to her knee to her shapely thigh, he could stop it now, couldn't he? “Maybe I should make you go in your chastity belt like this, sissy,” she squeezed him again and every nerve came to life. His cock bulged and dripped and his erection had Rachel's name on it, what harm did it do to admit it? “It will hurt but what do I care?” she whispered, as if asking herself.

Charles squealed, “no, please, don't do that. My cock is yours, oh god,” he shuddered as her foot continued to glide up and down his shaft and the ache in his loins traveled up to his head. The drip was about to become a gush, the dam was about to break and he sobbed, “yes, Miss Woods, I'm all yours.” Charles knew that he would regret it, probably very shortly but there was no sense in denying it any longer.

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Mistress J.S. Lee runs a sissy-centric blog and writes sissy stories with lots of BDSM, cuckold, and big black buck, and hot wife action!


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This story has been self-published by the author

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