Prince to Princess
Keywords: Prince, to, Princess,
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You arrive at the station and I meet you on the platform, we walk along the road to my flat. We are just chatting about nothing, knowing that there is an undercurrent of tension following our discussions and emails over the previous few weeks. I let us in and you follow me up the stairs. I take you round the flat so that you know the layout. You put your weekend bag in the bedroom.
I take you into the living room, you note that the curtains are closed although it is still daylight. I offer you a drink; having met you a few times now I know your preferences and we sit on separate sofas, sipping the drinks slowly.
I get up and, bending over you, kiss you deeply. I tell you to stay where you are and relax. I leave you and go to the back of the flat. You stretch back on the sofa, a sense of anticipation rising. Despite your many experiences, what we have planned is new to you and you are not sure how you are going to react.
You hear the bath water running and the floral scent of oils pervades the flat. I come back to you and hand you a package, it is the enema that I want you to use in preparation for what is to come. After a few moments I take you by the wrist and lead you to the bathroom. You close the door behind you to prepare yourself for me, empty yourself in readiness for my attentions. You call me when you are ready and I come into the bathroom. You are in the bath, the heady scent in the small room is almost overwhelming. You sink back into the water, allowing the heat to relax your muscles and I light the candles around the bath.
I sit next to you on the edge of the bath and sponge water over you, lathering the soap and gently rubbing you clean of the day. I lather your hair and massage it deeply, rinsing and applying sweet-smelling conditioner. You are carefully soaped all over, all the crevices and folds are attended to. I beckon you to stand and I reach for the fresh razor. Carefully, I remove all your bodily hair, from under your arms, your chest, all around your groin and down your legs, each stroke of the razor removing the years of maleness. When I am satisfied that you are smooth I beckon you to get out of the bath and wrap you in warm fluffy towels, drying you from head to toe. I reach for the bottle of body lotion and apply it to you, rubbing it into your smooth hairless body. It has a strong sweet smell and has a shimmer, giving your skin a glow in the candlelight. When I have finished, I encase you in a pale blue kimono wrap, tying the bandeau around your waist. Your cock is hard already and I can't resist leaning down to take you into my mouth, we both know though, that it is the last time you will have a hard on for a while to come.
I hold you by the cock and lead you into the dressing room. The curtains are drawn and there is a stool in the middle of the room, on the table is an array of feminine tools of beauty, cosmetics, hair implements brushes... There is also clothing hanging up on the curtain rail and a tooled leather bag on the floor.
I ask you to kneel in front of the stool, it is padded, a typical ladies dressing room piece. I push you forward so that you are leaning across the stool, facing the full length mirrors where you can see yourself. I lift the kimono so that your smooth soft arse is exposed. You still have a hard on and it is pushing against the silken fabric of the robe I reach to cup your balls from behind and squeeze them firmly. Dropping them, I move across the room slightly behind you but you can see me in the mirror. I pick something up and swiftly moving behind you, slip a blindfold over your eyes. As you realise what I am about to do, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror before being plunged into darkness.
I take one wrist then the other and hold them behind your back, fastening them together with something sturdy but comfortable, you can move your arms a little, enough to prevent too much stiffness. You feel me spread your buttocks and then the cool, cool feel of lubricant, softly massaging you and working in, first one finger, then two. I withdraw my fingers and you feel a hard replacement, pushing against your anus, opening it to take a plug, I gently push it past the first stage, as it goes in, the muscles clamp around it. I wait for a few minutes then push the second stage in, opening you wider and wider. When it is in as far as it will go, I run my hand over your buttocks and give you a smart smack, you start with the surprise which makes you clench around the plug. You squirm a little but settle again, waiting for my next move. I fold the kimono over your arse and rub the place where you were so recently smacked.
I take your shoulders and manoeuvre you to stand up, I tell you to stand where you are and you are like a statue, not knowing what I am going to do next. After a few minutes, your hard-on subsides as your mind wanders behind the blindfold. Suddenly you feel your cock and balls being restricted and bound so that a hard on would be impossible to achieve. The blood rushes to engorge but the tightness prevents erection. This is all part of the feminisation, no woman has a cock after all now do they?
I turn you around so that you sense that your back is to the mirrors. I push your shoulders to make you sit down on the stool, ensuring that your arse is over the back of the stool, allowing the plug to jut out over the edge. You are now bound, blindfold, restricted and waiting, silently, mouth slightly open and dry from the ragged breathing of anticipation. You hear me moving around, the wardrobe doors open and close, you sense that I am undressing. I take your chin and lift it, you feel my nipple in your mouth and you suck hard on it, groaning slightly as your hard-on tries to form. I pull back from you and then kiss your lips, brushing them and pushing my tongue into you whilst cupping the back of your head.
I go behind you and unclip your hands, moving them round to lay in your lap and then fasten them together again. You flex your shoulders and I gently knead them to relieve the tension. You hear me moving around again and you hear me dressing swiftly. There is the distinctive smell of leather in the air mixed with a sharp masculine scent.
I sit down in front of you and taking your hands, massage lotion into them, paying attention to your nails. I wipe your hands of excess lotion and start to manicure your nails. filing them smooth and pushing back the cuticles. You smell the acrid smell of nail polish and feel the coolness of the varnish being applied. You wonder what the colour is. I rest your hands back into your lap carefully to prevent smudging the polish and tell you not to move them.
I move to your feet and perform the same, massaging oil into your feet, finding the reflexology points and easing them away. You feel the same sensation of the cool polish being applied to your toes, again, wondering if they match your fingernails.
I leave you for a few minutes, you know I am in the kitchen by the clatter of pots and pans and you hear me go to the living room several times. You are floating slightly with the mixture of sensation deprivation and concentration focussing you on your cock, balls and anus.
I move behind you and motion you to stand. I remove the kimono and you are standing naked, your body shimmering with the body lotion. So beautiful to see. I hope that you are feeling as good as I am.
I lift your arms to shoulder height and you feel me put something around your chest, soft but with some firmness. I pull your arms down again to hold the garment in place. I start to fasten the garment, firstly putting straps over your shoulders and clipping them in place. You feel me pulling the garment tighter behind you and realise that I am lacing you up. Tighter and tighter the laces get, pulling you in and creating a waist. When I am satisfied, I move around to face you and ensure that your nipples are concealed, tucking them below the top. You feel me put something into the top, one side then the other, they press against your pectorals and you realise that they are meant to create a more female shape.
I make you sit down again and you feel me pick up one foot. I stretch something over your foot and unravel it up your leg to above your knee. I repeat this and then make you stand again while I clip the stockings to the garters dangling from basque that you have been laced into. I sit you down and repeat this, making you stand as I pull up the silky apricot-coloured french knickers, concealing your cock and the plug. The sheernees of the fabric outlines the restrictions that you have whilst concealing them from view.
I sit you down on the stool, you are disorientated by now and not sure whether you are facing the mirror or the closed curtains. The plug is still firmly in place but you have relaxed around it, feeling more comfortable with being impaled upon it.
I remove the blindfold, you blink for a moment and then become accustomed to the light. It is soft, candlelit and then you look down on yourself. You look so sensuous; now you appreciate the figure shaping that women choose and you admire the look of your legs in the sheer black stockings. You are surprised to see that you have some cleavage, not flowing over but there, shaped by the basque and the enhancements. Your deep red nails are a strange contrast.
I am dressed in black leather, jeans and a waistcoat, full breasts spilling out of the halterneck, still female but with my hair slicked back and just a light gloss on my lips. So different from the conservatively dressed women whom you last saw before you were blindfolded.
I brush your hair back, it is almost dry and I smooth it away from your face, holding it back with a towelling band. I tell you to close your eyes and spray on a facial spritzer. Then I smooth face cream on and gently dab it with cotton pads to remove the excess. I have cosmetics and brushes laid out and start to apply your make up. First the foundation and concealer, then I outline your lips with a pencil, filling in with a lipstick.
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Keywords: Prince, to, Princess,