Young Mistress Humiliation 249
As Amanda, the towering youthful goddess in high heels towered over her pathetic little slave, Bobby, she couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. Her perfect, porcelain skin glistened in the dim light of the studio, and her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk.
With a smirk, Amanda reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Bobby's flushed cheek. He trembled beneath her touch, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited his mistress's command. And when she spoke, her voice was like sweet honey dripping from her lips.
"It's time for your transformation, slave," she purred. "I think it's only fitting that you look as beautiful as I do."
Bobby's heart sank. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. With shaking hands, he watched as Amanda pulled out a makeup kit from her bag, her long fingernails clicking against the metal case.
As she began to apply the makeup to his face, he closed his eyes tightly, willing himself not to cry. But when she finished, he couldn't help but gasp. He looked like a porcelain doll, with soft pink blush on his cheeks and delicate eyeliner flicks around his eyes.
Next came the dress, a frilly, pink confection that barely concealed his feminine curves. It hugged his body tightly, accentuating every curve and line. Finally, Amanda pulled out a pair of nylon stockings and carefully rolled them up his legs, smoothing them out at the top.
And then she took a blonde wig and placed it gently on his head, adjusting it until it fell perfectly around his face. Bobby looked at himself in the mirror, a stunned expression on his face. He didn't recognize the person staring back at him.
But as Amanda stepped back and took in his new look, a slow, sensual smile spread across her face. "You look beautiful, my little sissy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now let's see how obedient you'll be once you're completely hers."
As if in a trance, Bobby nodded his head, his eyes fixed on Amanda's commanding gaze. He knew that once he surrendered to her, there would be no going back. And he was more than willing to give himself over to her completely.
