Female led feminisation

Recently, I had the pleasure of visiting a dear friend of mine, she first got in touch with me via the blog about 2 years ago. Let’s call her Sally. Sally has been exploring the dynamics of a female-led relationship, and exploring feminization techniques with her husband.

Her husband, on the other hand, doesn’t get the luxury of anonymity. His name is Steve—well, was Steve. Sally, giggle, now calls him Stephanie, and Stephanie calls Sally Mistress.

During my visit, Sally shared some fascinating insights into their evolving relationship, she recounted a particular conversation between her and Stephanie. Sally had arranged a date with her lover and had told Stephanie to help her dress for her date. It’s a glimpse into how their dynamic has shifted. 

Here’s the exchange, as outlined to me by Sally.

Mistress: Steve, don't you dare ruin those stockings,you know how much my Alpha loves me in stockings, now hurry up bitch...

Steve: Yes Mistress. You are going to look amazing tonight.

Mistress: Smirks, sliding her foot into the stocking. Of course I do. And isn’t it funny? You’re the one helping me get ready for another man.

Steve: Pauses, hesitates. I just… I just want to make you happy.

 

Mistress: Stands and steps into her thong as Steve slides the thong up her legs, his face soo closed to her honey pot, Oh, I know you do. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? On your knees, unable to touch my pussy, knowing another man is going to fill it with a real cock. You want that dont you, to serve me, to obey me, and to learn your proper place.

Steve: Quietly, eyes downcast. Yes, Mistress.

Mistress: Good. Now, fasten my stockings and make sure my seams are stright, before I forget we need to discuss your name. “Steve” just doesn’t suit you anymore, does it?

 

Steve: Confused. My name?

Mistress: Giggles, turning to give Steve access to the rear suspender straps. Yes, your name. If you’re going to embrace your new role, you need a name that matches it. Something softer, more fitting for who you’re becoming.

Steve: Nervously looks up. What name do you think suits me, Mistress?

Mistress: Hmm… let me think. Something sexy and yet innocent, hmmmm, what about Stephanie. Yes, Stephanie suits you perfectly. Feminine, delicate, and obedient—just like you.

Steve/Stephanie: Blushes deeply. Stephanie… If that’s what you wish, Mistress.

 

Mistress: Smirks and taps his cheek lightly with her manicured hand. That’s what I wish. Now, Stephanie, fetch me my lipstick. The deep red one. I want to look irresistible tonight.

Stephanie: Quickly moves to grab the lipstick, hands it to her. Here, Mistress.

Mistress: Good girl. See? You’re already getting used to this. Soon, it’ll feel completely natural.

Stephanie: Swallows hard. And… about tonight, Mistress? When you’re out with him?

Mistress: [Applies the lipstick, speaking casually as she checks her reflection.] What about it?

Stephanie: Nervously wrings hands. I just… I hope you’ll think of me.

Mistress: Laughs as Stepahnie buttons up Mistresses silk blouse. Oh, Stephanie, you really are adorable. But tonight isn’t about you. It’s about me—and him. You’ll stay here, like a good little cuck, and think about how lucky you are to have a Mistress who knows what she wants. And you know what I want and NEED don't you Stephy babe. Say it for me bitch

Stephanie: Whispers, voice trembling. Yes, Mistress.

Mistress: YES WHAT BITCH

Stephanie: Whispers, voice trembling. Mistress, needs a real man a man that can fuck her and make her moan. A man who is able to please her and fill her until she screams with pleasure.

Mistress: Good girl, now tell me why I need a lover 

Stephanie: Whispers, voice trembling. Beacuase I am unable to please you Mistress

Mistress: That’s my girl. Now, finish tidying up in here while I grab my purse. And don’t forget—you’re Stephanie now. Steve is a thing of the past.

Stephanie: Nods, eyes lowered. Yes, Mistress. Thank you.

Mistress: Smiles, pats his cheek again, then walks out of the room with a confident stride laughing. Good girl.