Director's cut
by Mr E. Edward Grey
Submitted by SIssy Suzette La Soubrette
Scene One: Backstage
"Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?"
I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully peeks between the lush heavy folds of the stage curtain that separates this luxurious dressing area from the rest of the conservatory.
"My, I see Fifi has been as attentive to detail as ever!" Miss Debra parts the curtain, then slowly and confidently strides around my dressing stand with feline grace, as if sizing up the extent of my humiliating - and to her - amusing predicament.
"Remind me to give her a special reward for being such a good little French maid, won't you, Darling? Yes, a well-deserved reward for naughty Fifi. First, some playtime with you, Darling, then I'll spank her little bubble butt for being so naughty to you, followed by a nice pummeling of her puss and bottom with my favorite, strap-on. Mmmm!"
JINGLE JINGLE
My pretty bells jingle an enthusiastic affirmative to her plans as I find myself automatically responding to her the best way I can under the circumstances; by nodding my head the few fractions of an inch that are permitted by my neck corset and restraints, including check reins attached to my gag strap and to the display stand, keeping my head very erect and practically immobile. I also wiggle my bottom and breasts, as I've been trained to do under Miss Debra's and Fifi's attentive supervision and the encouragement of their paddles, whips, and gloved palms, mixed ever so liberally with their girlish cajoling, laughing eyes, and sweet baby talk, like one might talk to a treasured puppy.
Speaking of puppies, it occurs to me that I'm demonstrating a Pavlovian response to Miss Debra. I feel like I just want to dissolve into the thick carpet below me, or at least assume my proper position on my hands and knees, collared and cock leashed for walkies with my attentive wife and owner, Miss Debra du Tois. Walkies?
Wait! What?
I am so mortified to find myself - formerly a very masculine, independent, self-reliant male - responding to Miss Debra in such a humiliating way, as the well-trained lesbian-esque sex pet that I have become under her unrelenting control and tutelage.
"Oh I could just eat you up, Babykins!" she beams as she stops directly in front of me, her beautiful face close to mine, patting me on the head like you would a small child or an adored pet.
Ohhh! How condescending!
Her wonderful perfume, her smile, her sparkling eyes, her thin, arched brows, her oh-so-kissable prettily painted lips, all intoxicate me with her femininity.
"Mmmmm," I sigh. Heaven!
I feel butterflies in my tummy being this close to her, whenever I'm close to her. I can't get enough of her and she knows it. I'm a goner. Hopelessly in love, and hopelessly under her mischievous and delicious torments and humiliations.
Women!
"What's that, Darling? Oh, you like my perfume, do you? How sweet. It's the one you bought for me in Paris. Remember? Such a lovely gift, Precious. Yes, and such a sweet, precious girly girl you've turned out to be," she smiles affectionately patting my cheek. "And don't you just love how Fifi has fixed my hair and applied my cosmetics?" she exclaims twirling her well manicured forefinger in one of her dangling red tendrils and batting her lush lashes at me. So flirtatious. I'm smitten.
JINGLE JINGLE
"Hah! And I just love your pretty hairdo and pale pink outfit, Darling! It's just like mine. We're twinsies! Except for your shiny little bells, of course," playfully flicking the bells attached to my sturdy nipple rings. Drumming her shiny red fingernails on my exposed breasts, she brings her face close to my ringed and belled nipples, as if to examine them closely. "Your rings are a tad sturdier than mine, Pet. But yours are quite suitable for one of your - uh, station, my darling lesbian fuck slut. Yes, quite suitable for my living sex doll. Don't ya' think?"
JINGLE JINGLE
Smiling mischievously, she steps back and continues walking around me as if sizing up a horse at auction.
d, setting my erection to sway back and forth, like a happy toy vying for her attention. I blush again with embarrassment at my humiliating state of arousal, especially dressed and displayed as I am now.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
She rests her hands gently on my bare shoulders, and nonchalantly pulls the bra strap of my pretty pink, quarter-cup satin brassiere, as I had done to so many of my girlfriends. That was a lifetime ago, it seems. If they could only see me now!
What? No! What am I thinking? I take that back! I would die of mortification if my dozen or so prior girlfriends could see me now -- like this! I can't imagine how embarrassing that would be. Eeek!
"How about a little slut stroking for my cherished pet? Slut stroking and finger fucking? We have time, and you'd like that, wouldn't you, my little fuck toy?" she seductively whispers in my right ear as she deftly pulls the ribbon of my embarrassingly large cock bow, letting the untied pink ribbon and bell fall to the thick carpet. Then she unstraps the dildo that impales my bottom, pulling the narrow leather crotch strap up through the o-ring of the dildo, but leaving the pale pink strap dangling from the back of my corset. She slowly and teasingly eases the dildo out of my bottom, but can't resist pushing it in and pulling it out several times.... in-out, in-out, in-out, in-out, in-out.
"Aaaahhh! Oooooooh!"
"Mmm, I think my pleasure pet likes this," she continues whispering as she fucks me with my own cock - well, the replica of my cock. Her soft, airy whispers tickle my ear and give me goosebumps. She knows how ticklish I am. She often tickle tortures me with a mere whisper, or lightly running her pretty nails along my sides and on my neck under my jaw….or even by just pretending like she is going to tickle me. It's too easy. She loves it. She loves to make me squirm and watch me try to get away, which, when I'm, say, perched atop ballet booties, is nigh impossible. Actually, I love it, too. I'm a tickle masochist. But I love to see her smile and giggle, even if it's at my own expense. Hmmm. Does that make me a masochist or an adoring lover, I wonder.
Finally, she removes the cock completely. It seems to exit my round bottom in slow motion. And with a plop, out it comes. I'm embarrassed by the squishy sound and the feeling that my bottom seems reluctant to see it go. I reflexively wiggle, causing my bells to jingle, as if they are mocking me. Mistress purrs and giggles.ok
"Now, Pet, how did you tell me it works? Oh yes, slut stroking; stroke stroke stroke... each stroke away from your body, like so. Oui, Mademoiselle? Generating just the right amount of friction to keep you soooo hard but soooo unable to realize your - uh - potential, so to speak! Non? Steady now, Girl!" Almost simultaneously she begins to finger fuck my bottom, still liberally lubricated from the dildo.
squish squish squish
The dressing room is quite for several moments, except for the squishing sound of her finger fucking me, the creaking of my display stand, and my soft moans of bliss. Miss Debra is taking in every detail; every reaction, reflected in my big blue eyes, fluttering lush lashes, and my bottom which pouts back towards her naughty finger like a hungry pussy. Oh if only she'll give me a prostate orgasm! But those are usually reserved for my bi-weekly milkings.
"The herb concoction we're feeding you will be sure to keep you hard, Pet, and right where I want you, my little fuck slut; as my lesbian love-love, with a permanent 'dildo' toy to play with," she chuckles, playfully spanking the underside of my erection.
Miss Debra casually slut strokes and cock spanks me with her bare right hand while slowly finger fucking me with her latex-clad left. Resting her chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror, humming some light airy tune, as if she's milking a cow in the barn. There's that word again! Milking!
My big blue eyes flash back and forth between her pretty right hand on my hard, oiled cock, and her beautiful face, which are her only features I can see in the mirror. Two pretty, feminine faces, side by side, her's and mine. Her feminine arm reaching around my 26-inch corseted waist, stroking and spanking the last vestige of my masculinity with her skillful fingers. I'm so embarrassingly feminized and displayed, my naughty cock jutting so provocatively - so brazenly - through the open crotch of my pale pink ruffled panties. I think it has a mind of its own. I'm watching all this in the reflection of the mirror, almost like a disinterested bystander, except for the butterflies flitting about in my tummy, and the naughty fairies dancing around in my pretty little head.
"Oooooooooooo!!"
"My my, Darling! Judging by your reaction, you must be thinking some very naughty thoughts in that pretty little head of yours! Such a naughty naughty girl!" she teases. Then, with a dreamy look in her eyes, "As a matter of fact, I can hardly wait to have your pretty little head strapped between my thighs, right where it belongs! Won't you just love that? Being right where you belong, Darling? My cute little lesbian pussy slave? Well, if you're a good girl, maybe I'll strap your pretty little head into my crotch harness later, after the show. IF you're a good girl. And you do want to be my good girl, don't you, Sweet? Your lush mouth, tongue, and teeth servicing my needy puss-puss while Fifi bangs your bum with her strap-on? Sounds delicious, non, mon amour?"
JINGLE JINGLE
My long lush lashes flutter as I get lost in her naughty words and tender, skillful ministrations to my oiled cock and plundered bum. Oh her rhythmic finger fucking! She owns me!
"Mmmmm, your lips look so full, so succulent, Pet... so ripe for nibbling. I want to taste them. I think it was a great idea of yours to switch to the Henna dye. The stain doesn't rub off, and it lasts so long. You're brilliant, once again! You men are such smarties," she adds, giggling.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Miss Debra lifts herself up on tiptoe, tilting her body forward over my shoulder, pressing her beautiful breasts into my back as she reaches around to sensuously lick my face and flick my stretched pink lips with her tongue. The chiffon of her diaphanous bodice tickles my sensitive skin.
"Mmmmm, very tasty. Don't you feel silly now for objecting to my decision to have your sweet lips filled out so they're all full and pouty? That lipo transplantation procedure has done wonders for your appearance -- as have your beautiful new breasts," she whispers in my ear, probing it with her wet tongue. "I think using your own fat to make the enhancements we've made to your cheeks and lips was a wonderful idea of yours. I am so glad you happened to mention it, though I'm sure you had no idea what I was up to when I asked you to check into various cosmetic procedures, such as fat injections and breast implants," she smiles, gently scratching the underside of my perky C-cup breasts. Her well-manicured fingernails feel like heaven through the pink satin of my daring bra, as she slowly scratches my new breasts back and forth, up and down. They are so sensitive. My nipples are so hard! And the nipple rings and bells feel so heavy!
"Of course the research wasn't for ME, silly!" she chides, playfully tugging on my large, sturdy stainless steel rings that are permanently attached to my elongated nipples, highlighted by the mortifying nipple holders that tug my nipples straight out, as if on proud display.
Wincing, I muse to myself, "Thank goodness the piercings have healed completely!"
Tweaking the tips of my hard nipples as she talks, Miss Debra continues, "But isn't that what you thought, Darling? At first, I mean? You're such a smartie pants. You thought that I was on my way to being transformed into your ideal pleasure pet! No no! I wanted YOU to come up with ways to feminize yourself! That's the beauty of it, don't you see? You did all this research on ways for a woman to look and feel more feminine; ways for her to become a dollified bimbo slut for her lover, but what you didn't realize, silly head, was that these techniques would be used to utterly and irreversibly feminize YOU, my darling dolly! Aren't I simply diabolical sometimes? Yep, you certainly outsmarted me once again, Darling! I didn't stand a chance against your male intellect. Or did I? Heeheehee. I think we see who is the real smartie pants here, don't we, my prettily pantied pet?" laughing, obviously pleased with herself, tousling my red locks. I look up in alarm at my reflection to see if she's damaged my well-coiffed hair, then blush in embarrassment to think that this even occurred to me. I realize how successful she has been in feminizing me, making me her lesbian Barbie doll. So much for me being a smartie pants. Now I'm her smartly pantied slut.
"I've so enjoyed the journey of turning you into my darling little feminized plaything, Darling. My adorable and forever adored sex pet! And don't you feel all better now that you aren't one of those hairy chauvinistic males any more? You are so much sweeter and more agreeable now, the way your are; as my lesbo, sissified slut," she smiles, playfully licking my cheek again while casually flicking my nipple rings back and forth. I watch her from the corner of my eye, totally entranced by her scent, her eyes, her touch, her control.
"And speaking of pets and animals, we should get you prepared for your debut as my beautiful pleasure pony girl, don't you think? Tea time, you know. And Fifi is a stickler for starting afternoon tea on time. Those Brits!" she sighs in mock exasperation. Miss Debra, so charmingly emotive; again with the dramatic flourishes.
I am in shock, my eyes wide. "A pleasure pony girl?" I wonder, the words creating vivid images of creaking leather harnesses, bridles, bells, check reins, brightly colored plumes….. How utterly, completely humiliating - to be treated and harnessed like a pretty --- horsey! A show pony? In front of a gaggle of giggling women?! Eek!