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My mind was fuzzy as she gradually slowed her hands and the mantra continued inside of my mind even when I was not speaking. I saw her peer into my eyes and she seemed satisfied with what she saw. She had me sit on the edge of the bed and she sat behind me, her legs on both sides of me and her warm chest enveloping my small frame.

“Such a good girl…”

She picked up the stockings that she had laid out. She began to whisper in my ear about how pretty I would look in them. She put my hands on them and had me stroke them up and down as she explained how delicate they were and how they had to be treated with respect and adoration. She showed me how to put my fingers inside and slip my toes into the edge. She chided me gently to make sure the seam went across my toenails.

Then the magical moment came when she had me gently and slowly pull them up. It was like my leg was transformed in front of me… from normal male legs to feminine ones. Like the ones I used to stare at in magazines. They… became like an object. I felt a strange disassociation occur as my legs did not look like my own and instead became objectified yet all the while the stockings marched steadily upwards higher and higher, transforming my leg against my will. She never stopped whispering and encouraging me. Telling me to stare at how beautiful my legs looked.

After they were pulled unto my inner thigh, it was like I had two bodies… one leg normal and the other beautiful and feminine. She had me do the other leg by myself and as I just started to put my toes through she reached to the inside of my first leg and started gently brushing her hand up and down. The sensation was incredible…. The tightness across my skin amplified her touch and I felt it like whispers echoing all along my leg. The sensation was so erotic that it overloaded my mind for a second. I paused and she whispered to keep going and to watch my last leg transform.

I watched as my leg moved through the fabric and came out looking like a cloned copy of the other leg. I was soon clad with both legs trapped inside of the stockings. She took her other hand and started brushing the inside of the other leg too.

“I love the way my beautiful girl’s legs look… don’t they feel amazing…? They look just perfect…. they make me so happy to see them….”

At the word “happy” a chill ran down my spine. It was like a jolt of pleasure was injected into my brain. She noticed it and whispered huskily.

“That’s right my little girl… you want what I want…”

I immediately responded.

“I want… what you want…”

I did not realize it but I was weeping precum continuously throughout the whole process. My cheeks were burning red and my breathing was shallow as the erotic energy surged continuously inside of me.

She nibbled my ear as one of her hands went to my panties and started rubbing up and down while the other continued to rub my inner thighs.

“Just look down at yourself… you look beautiful and pretty…. beautiful and pretty…. beautiful and pretty…”

I could not tell if I was repeating them in my head or if she was repeating it herself. She continued to stroke my cock as it strained against the tight panties and brought up her hand from my inner thigh and rubbed the soaked tip of my cock. Then she continued her rhythmic hypnotic strokes and brought up her fingers to my mouth.

“Suck on your wetness my little girl… A good girl loves to suck…”

I heard a distant voice in my mind screaming in objection but the voice was smothered out by the clouds of pleasure. I opened my mouth and accepted the finger and started sucking. The slightly salty taste was… not what I expected but it didn’t taste horrible…

“Such a good girl…. it makes me so happy to see you suck and feel your tongue swirling around my finger… That’s it, get a good taste of it… You will learn to love it… to crave it…”

She pulled her finger out and reached down again and rubbed the tip and brought it back up.

“Your clitty is so wet… just like a good slut should be….”

My lips were parted and my eyes glassy. I thought she was going to push her finger into my mouth but instead she smeared the precum on my lips and right under my nose.

“A good girl always wears lipstick…. Doesn’t your lipstick smell beautiful and pretty?”

I tried to pull away but she was right there and her stroking of my cock as she seduced me into accepting it. I tried to turn my head but I discovered the smell came with me. She rubbed my tip and soaked her finger again and brought it back up.

“Stare at my girl’s beautiful legs and panties… open up now for your next dose…”

She pushed her finger slowly through my parted lips and I started sucking on it, tasting a fresh wave of saltiness. As I sealed my lips around her finger she started pulling it in and out of my mouth in sync with her finger that was tracing my cock through the panties.She used the finger in my mouth to point my head down escort şişli to my legs and panties again and resumed pushing her finger in and out of my mouth.

“You are such a good girl… look at you… making me so happy… letting your Madam fuck your mouth… dressing up so pretty for your Madam…”

I shuddered as the pleasure overtook my senses again… She was warping my mind to her will. I was powerless to stop her… and if anything… I was enjoying it…

I lost track of time and was stuck in an erotic haze. She had wore down all my defenses. I found myself staring at a reflection of a beautiful and pretty girl wearing a wide brim hat with a pink ribbon, a yellow floral dress with a thick white apron tied tightly around her waist, white stockings, black flats, and white gloves that went up to her elbows.

Behind the reflection was Madam who was whispering things into her ear as her hands roamed the girl’s body. She looked so happy and proud as she posessively held her.

Was.. that really me?

Why… did it feel so natural?

Like I was always meant to be… like this…

My eyes were still glazed from the haze as she led me back down and took me outside. The garden was already neat and clean but I saw a white bucket and some hand rakes.

“I need you to find and root out all the weeds in my garden. Can you do that for me sweetie?”

I nodded absentmindedly. My body was sending sensations constantly to my mind. The feeling of the wind between my legs and how naked I felt. The rustling of the edge of my dress that threatened to expose my panties. How walking stretched the stockings and how the panties were soft yet strictly encasing me. The feeling of my bottom which felt half naked and half violated with every step.

She smiled at me and I saw her lounge on the outdoor sofa with a bottle of chilled white wine next to her. She watched me with mirthful eyes as she poured herself a glass and savored it.

I went about the garden, leaning over between the plants when the hem of the dress flipped up. I yelped and dropped my tools and stood up straight, bringing my hands to the back of the dress to pull it back down. I blushed furiously as I felt the breeze over my half covered bottom and the tops of my inner thighs.

I looked back over at her and she had her hand over her mouth as she chuckled. She tapped her watch and I went back to weeding the garden. When I was not concentrating on pulling the weeds out, I was constantly aware that the hem of my dress skirted higher and higher as I bent over. From time to time, I looked over at Madam and she seemed quite satisfied with herself, watching me, sipping her cup of wine, and reading her book.

The minutes slipped by… I felt… oddly at peace. The birds sang, the sun hummed its warmth, and here I was… doing something so mundane… in an outfit that I never dreamt of wearing…

Sweat rolled down my cheeks as the late morning sun beat down on my hat and dress. It was getting hotter and hotter and I was thirsty and tired. I had managed to find and weed out most of her garden and finally I heard her ring a bell.

I walked slowly over to her. Somehow the outfit and everything felt more and more natural to me after doing something simple and mundane. She smiled at me seeing how hard I had worked. But as she saw how much I had sweat her smile turned into a frown.

“Oh no no no… we can not have this… you are ruining your dress with all that disgusting sweat. We can not have this. Come with me now.”

I was confused and I tried to ask for water but she cut me off as she grabbed my forearm and took me inside her air-conditoned home. I felt immediately better as I felt the cool air chilling my overheated body.

She took me to the bath and turned on the water to a pleasant warm temperature. She motioned for me to undress and while my back was turned to her, she dropped something in the tub that caused it to turn pink, fizz and bubble. A pleasant floral fragant filled the air and soon I found myself stepping into the bath as she helped me. I was still modest and embarassed as I kept my hand covering my groin.

As I sat down into the bath, I breathed a sigh of relief as the warmth worked to loosen my muscles. Stripping off the clothes made me… feel more normal again for a moment until I stepped into the pink bath. She came over to me and put a shower cap over my hair and she handed me a sponge to scrub my body with.

“Now… I want you to scrub every inch of your skin. You must not miss a single bit of it. I expect you to be squeaky clean when you are done. I have a few things to take care of and I will be back in 25 minutes. Do not get out of the bath until I am back.”

I meekly nodded as she left the bath. I was confused by the strictness in her timing and why she put a shower cap on. The scrub looked like an ordinary bath sponge, it felt soft and light in my hand. I soaked it in the water and started to scrub my legs and my feet and between escort taksim my toes, trying my best to follow her instructions to not miss a single spot. The bubbles on the surface made it impossible to see what I was doing, so I was left with feeling the sensation on my skin and keeping a mental map of where I had scrubbed.

She came back as I was finishing under my armpits. She smiled as she saw me diligently scrubbing. Oddly as I scrubbed I felt a slight tingle in the areas that I scrubed but I assumed it was because I had never really exfoliated my skin manually before.

She took off my shower cap and rubbed shampoo and conditioner in my hair and let it soak while I finished scrubbing everything that was under the water which was bascially from my neck downwards. I heard a chirp for an alarm briefly go off and she perked up with an excited smile.

“Alright my dear… now I want you to open the drain and stand up slowly and we will run the shower now to reveal how you have done.”

I thought she was referring to my scrubbing. I was fairly certain I had scrubbed everywhere possible, even the middle of my back and between the cheeks of my bottom so I hoped she would approve. She helped me stand up so I would not fall and as the pink fluid drained out, she turned on the shower. She watched with an excited gleam as the water washed away the bubbles. I used my hands to rub the shampoo and conditioner off and immediately felt that something was different… My skin felt softer and… smooth… I reached down and noticed that all my body hair was gone… even my pubic hair. But more than anything even the water felt erotic as it ran down unimpeded against my smooth skin.

“My dear… it worked perfectly. You did wonderfully… I am so proud of you. If you had not, I was prepared to use these wax strips to introduce you to the pains of being pretty but you will just have to experience that another day.”

She was geniunienly happy as she examined me through the clear shower curtain. I whimpered as I saw looked down at my skin and it looked as smooth and as soft as a baby’s skin. What… had she done to me… and… why did it feel so good?

“Now come on out. We have more work to do.”

I stepped out of the shower and she met me with a towel. It was the softest towel that I had ever encountered and instead of rubbing my skin dry, she patted me lightly, leaving most of the moisture still on the surface. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of lotion and started lathering my skin with copious amounts of lotion.

“You must learn… to do this by yourself now my dear girl. Every time you shower now, you will remember to exfoliate, pat yourself dry and before you air-dry your skin, you must trap the moisture in with lotion. I want every part of your skin coated with lotion. I will send you home with this one. It does not have a scent to it as much as I would like. I do not want your family or your friends to suspect anything quite yet. You will do this and murmur my name and the mantra as you do it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Madam…”

She was already stroking me with the lotion as she gave her commands, and I almost came right then. The feeling of smoothness of my skin and the softness of the lotion was too much. I bucked in her hands, desperate for more friction.

“Such a slutty naughty little girl. No no it is not yet time for your reward. Come with me now.”

I would easily have done anything she asked of me. I was so horny and desperate for release….

She led me and my fully hairless and naked body lathered in lotion out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where she had first dressed me. She smiled at me as she ran her hands up and down my body, admiring it like it was a new treasured possession of hers.

I was beat red from the arousal and the embarrassment of being naked in front of a fully clothed woman. She stroked my cheek as she smiled at my blushing.

“Such a cute little girl you are… But come it is high time for you to earn your award.”

I thought that I had done more than enough to earn my release but I stayed silent hoping that obedience would lead to a faster reward. She saw me about to talk and then stopping myself and nodded in approval.

“A good girl only speaks when asked. Good girl..”

She pet my hair as she gave her compliment. She then pushed me on my head to push me to the floor.

“You will learn to worship me and my body… Today is your first lesson. You will kiss my feet and my legs with adoration. The more I am convinced of your devotion to me, the more pleasurable I will make your release.”

She sat at the edge of her bed with her feet both planted on the floor. She looked down at me and seemed to be waiting. I crawled over to her feet and tried to lift it from the carpet but she kept it planted.

Did… she really want me to…? I was learning to stop doubting what she wanted and do what she wanted. I kept my hands on the floor and bent my face to her escort fatih feet on the plush carpet and started kissing her toes and the tops of her feet. I felt the fibers of the carpet enter my mouth but I tried to ignore them as I kissed her feet.

At first I was hesitant and slow and careful as I was not sure what I was doing and whether she would approve. I heard a disappointed sigh from above and I started kissing faster, alternating between her feet, kissing and licking between her toes.

“That’s a little better. I am not convinced you are enjoying this.”

I was not and honestly was trying to be obedient to her wishes. I heard another sigh of disappointment. She finally pulled her feet away and indicated for me to kneel next to her legs.

“Let’s try this again. I will help you a little, take my foot and start again.”

She lifted her left foot and I held it with both hands and began kissing again. As I was doing that, she started to rub my cock with her other foot. Then she started talking in her soft and hypnotic way.

“To touch your Madam’s body is a privilege, you should crave it, honor it, love it, and protect it. I will bind you to me in a way that my body is all you will wish for.”

I moaned as I felt her foot bring me easily close to the edge again. My mind turned into a foggy horny mess as she once again started talking as I began kissing her feet passionately.

“Your pleasure comes from me and me only. My body is your temple that you will worship with abandon. That’s better… that’s a good girl… My feet will be the first trigger I will install in your mind. You will not be able to cum without touching my feet.”

I moaned again as she continued to talk softly as she brought me repeatedly to the edge. I felt my balls churning with the desire to cum and my cock straining against her feet. I would have reached down and stroked myself but I had to keep her foot elevated as I kissed it. I started to think of her foot as something that I could make out with. She wiggled her toes in my mouth and pushed her foot deeper in my mouth as she brought me again to the edge.

“Good girl… that’s it… take my foot…”

My eyes closed as she rubbed my cock at the same pace as moving her foot in and out of my mouth gently and smoothly. She purred in approval finally as she edged me mercilessly. I was so close and desperate that I would have been willing to do anything… and she knew it.

I finally came.

She had rubbed her foot over my cock as she continued to use my mouth with her other foot. I felt my cum boiling up and actually starting to reach the base of my cock. I started screaming as I felt the release that I needed finally.

Her foot rubbed me harder and harder and then suddenly she pulled her foot away. This time she had pushed me over the edge and my cum started dribbling out instead of shooting out in jets.

I groaned in frustration and my eyes looked up at her begging her to give me the relief I needed so badly. I had never experienced a ruined orgasm before and I was confused as my body had started cumming without the feeling of satisfaction. She just looked down at me and smiled as she let my cum slowly and agonizingly onto her foot.

“Oh… look! You finally came! You must be sooo happy, you silly thing.”

I looked at her in agony as she pretended to be oblivious. She then cocked her head and asked.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? Would you like to cum again?”

I nodded desperately.

“Would you like me to give you a real orgasm?”

I nodded even more eagerly.

“What would you do for that? Would you do anything I ask of you?”

I nodded desperately as the feeling of the ruined orgasm finally passed and I was more horny than ever.

“Alright then… no takebacks now….”

She took the foot out of my mouth and leaned back in the bed as she brought up the other foot that was covered in my thick white cum.

“Clean up your mess dear.”

I looked at her in disbelief…

“Madam… I… can’t…”

As my mouth was open trying to protest, she slid her foot in. My mouth was suddenly filled with a salty taste as the goo of my cum covered the inside of my mouth. I gagged but at the same time she was stroking my cock again with the slickness of my saliva.

“Doesn’t it taste so good…? Don’t you just love the taste of your cum?”

I shook my head no but she was bringing me so much pleasure my body was bucking again. She brought me to the edge and expertly held me there as I was forced to lick up my cum.

The mixture of pleasure and disgust was confusing to me. Somehow pleasure won out and I ended up overcoming my gagging to clean up her foot as she requested.

Satisfied she stood up and brought me before the full length mirror. My mouth was still sore from the abuse but I was eager for my reward. She stood behind me again so she could whisper in my ear as she reached around with a pair of silk pink panties and started stroking my cock with them.

“How does my girl feel…? Do you love your panties?”

I moaned as I felt my climax approaching. I was in such a frenzy that all I could do was lean back against her and nodd. As she got me fully erect, she switched to rubbing the head with them.

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