Feminization & Strap-on Boyfriend Training
Holly and Keith are lovers. Two months before this picture, Keith moved in with his girlfriend. Neither talked of marriage.
Holly is the boss. Keith has always admired strong, take-charge women. He had never been spanked or feminized.
Things changed when Holly’s mother Gretchen visited. Holly had described her boyfriend as submissive. Keith’s lack of deference disappointed Gretchen. Holly did too many chores. He often played online games.
Keith liked to have decisions made for him. He did not repay that with humility. He was a typically good-hearted but lazy male.
Her daughter shared her matriarchal temperament and skills. Gretchen was disappointed. Holly had not trained Keith.
Holly was embarrassed when confronted by her mother. She confessed that Keith had too much freedom. Affection had made her weak. She was not satisfied. But did not know how to take control.
Gretchen was an old-school Domme. Holly’s father was not the only man she had enslaved. Helping her daughter assert her natural rights as a woman would be fun.
Rummaging through a suitcase, Gretchen found a medicine bottle. The label had a universal no sign circling a penis. She told Holly to slip one in Keith’s morning coffee.
The attack the male ego began. That night when Keith wanted to make love with his girlfriend, his penis refused to work. It would not stiffen. Shamed, he hid in the bathroom. He tried to masturbate. The limp nub always slipped between his fingers. He cried.
Keith was subdued the next morning. He could not look Holly in the face.
That evening Gretchen pulled Keith aside. She asked if he were impotent? His face flushed. He stammered. She asked him how he expected to satisfy Holly? Keith was paralyzed.
Gretchen took his hand, pulled his chin up and toward her. Confidingly, she said that there was a cure. It had helped her last husband. Keith begged her to tell him.
She said he must dress like a woman. He must put on lipstick and one of Holly’s teddies. Shocked, Keith pulled away. Yet the idea of dressing up, aroused him.
He said Holly would laugh at him. Gretchen did not argue. She asked Keith if he honestly loved Holly? He could expect her to stay with a sexually incompetent man.
Confusion overwhelmed Keith. Impotence had cracked his ego.
He agreed. With Gretchen’s help, he feminized himself. Looking in the mirror, he felt lost. The sight was shaming but exciting. Why was he excited to look like a sissy? He must be a sissy. No! No!
Gretchen led ‘Kelli’ to the living room. Holly did laugh. Then she kissed him. Being told he was a pretty girl was even more shaming, even more thrilling.
Gretchen suggested Holly take Kelli to the bedroom.
Arousal overwhelmed him. His heart thumped. He shook. He needed sex. His penis remained shrunk and flaccid.
Gretchen entered. She handed Holly a strap-on.
Her boyfriend turned white. He stared at the sex toy. He wanted to say no. Speech was impossible.
He yelped at the first thrust. Holly began gently. Her pace quickened; thrust deepened.
Kelli’s sexual tension eased. His groin was still a knot of pain. But was grateful for even light relief.
Holly stopped, pulled out.
Keith / Kelli was lost. He did not know what to do. Holly ordered him to kneel and lick her feet. Without delay, he dropped to the floor. His resistance was gone. Kissing and licking her toes felt so good. Joy displaced shame.
He struggled for the next few weeks. The sweetness of submission ended his hesitation. Serving Holly was happiness. She spanked him daily. He knew that was her right.
Once every week or two, Holly omits the impotence pill. Her slave boyfriend marvels at her control of his sexuality. But never questions it.
While visiting, Gretchen found a new slave man. She lives only a few miles away from her daughter.