When I submitted to Mistress Ravencroft I thought it was out
of love. Her cool soft confidence. Her commanding presence. Her sensual way of moving. Her impeccable and undeniable sense of
style. So when she said she’d take me on
as her pet I was overjoyed. The only
thing that tempered that joy was her demand.
I understood and accepted her demand of complete submission, but she
told me that she would remake me into my ideal form. The form of a woman.
I may not have ever been an idealized version of
masculinity, but I never considered myself feminine. My submission, however, was complete. If she saw me as a woman in man’s form, then
it must be true. My transformation
started on my first day on her estate.
My body was shaved smooth, my hair was cut away. My name was discarded along with my
clothes. I began as a blank slate, ready
to be redrawn. It seemed that this was
Mistress Ravencroft’s method. I was
adopted along with four other men. All
of us started the same… shaved, bald, naked, and nameless. I just assumed we were all going to move
along the same path. But where I was
given lacy white panties to wear, the other pets were given white boxer
shorts. Where I was given the name Jennifer,
they were named Aaron, Calvin, Jeff, and Damien. Where my body and facial hair was laser
removed, theirs was allowed to grow back.
Where the hair on my head was allowed to grow out long, theirs was kept
short. Where my exercises involved
stretching and toning, theirs involved weight and sports.
It took me a long time to see it, but I slowly realized I
was Mistress Ravencroft’s only pet being feminized. The boys were encouraged to treat me like a
girl, while I was trained to inspire their advances. The hormones took me a long way. They kept my skin smooth and gave me subtle
curves. When my budding breasts stopped
growing my owner took me in for breast augmentation surgery. I was so nervous when I woke up, but Mistress
was there smiling down at me. Her softly
spoken words “My pretty pretty girl” made my heart flutter.
I took to my training was more difficultly than the other
pets, but I wasn’t the only one having trouble accepting my new lot in life. Where my difficulty was submitting as a girl,
Calvin was troubled by any form of submission.
At first I found his attention to be troubling. While the other pets would flirt with me only
at Mistress’ command, Calvin did so at every opportunity. There were times
where we’d earn spankings together. Him
for forcibly kissing me. Me for not
submitting to his kiss.
As time moved on the three of us all came to the same
realizations. Mistress Ravencroft was
not interested in a female pet. The more
feminine I grew, the less responsive she became. Calvin was not interested in being a
pet. The more strict Mistress grew, the
less responsive he became. The most
shocking realization was my own. I was
not interested in being Mistress Ravencroft’s pet. The more demanding Calvin grew… the more
responsive I became.
I was heartbroken when Mistress let Calvin go. She consoled me as best she could saying that
while he could thrive on the outside world, I still needed further
training. Further enhancement. I of course never doubted her words even as I
cried kneeling before her… she was the one that saw through my masculine
charade before I did after all. My
behaviors continued to be honed until I was as feminine as Mistress
herself. My sexuality continued to be
shaped until I was able to accept and please any lover, man or woman. My body continued to be molded until I was as
sensual as any woman. The last thing to
be changed was my vestigial penis. The
day of the surgery Mistress surprised me.
She said that when I woke up my training would be complete… and I would
be forever out of her service. She would
always be a mentor and friend, but neither of us were suited to this
mistress/pet relationship.
I was so nervous when I woke up. Even through the bandages I could feel my
complete feminine body. I was so scared
at the implications. Three years ago I
was a man… a sheep lost amongst all the wolves of the world. Now I am a woman, but still a sheep, and
still lost. As my eyes open, however, my
soul sours. Calvin is here smiling down
at me. His softly spoken words “My
pretty pretty girl” makes my heart flutter.
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