Forced into frilly panties and made to take hormone tablets

I had missed two appointments with my Mistress and I knew she would not be pleased.  I should never have had sex with that girl from the bar.  I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t so drunk.  The stupid girl gave me strep throat and knocked me on my ass for two weeks.  I can’t say I’m surprised.

No one took care of me as Mistress did.  Mistress would never put my health at risk because she truly cares about me.  I know this because she teaches me so many things.  She always punishes me so I can learn how to behave and she rewards me when I please her.  I know my punishments are always in my best interest.  She punishes me because she cares.

 

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I apologized profusely on the phone, but of course, I had to explain myself.  I knew she was very displeased that I was with another woman without her express permission.  I belong to my Mistress in every way and I don’t know how I could be so stupid.  What I did know was that I would be punished for my actions.  She would definitely teach me a lesson.  But how?  She was incredibly creative and I never knew what was in store for me.

The seconds slowly ticked by as I waited for her to arrive.  After what seemed like forever I heard a knock on the door.  I opened it to see my favourite sight in the world—my beautiful Mistress.  She truly was the most beautiful, radiant woman I’d ever seen.

“Please come in, Mistress,” I said to her.

She stepped inside, glaring at me.

  “So you went and got yourself sick with some stupid slut, did you?”

“Yes, Mistress.  I am so sorry I didn’t ask for permission first.  I was very drunk and…”

I tried to explain.

“Shut up,”

she told me, cutting me off.

“If you had simply texted me to ask if I’d allow it, I probably would have given you the go ahead.  But no.  You had to go and act like an idiot, ignoring the fact that you’re my slave and I control all of your actions, especially when it comes to sexual activity.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I misbehaved and made a terrible mistake.”

“And for that, you must be punished,”

she said.

She reached into her backpack and pulled out a pair of pink, frilly panties.

“You think you’re a big manly man?  Well, you’re not.  You’re my little sissy slave and I’m going to show you what you really are.  Put these on,”

she demanded.

I was horrified.  I was expecting to be whipped with a new cat o’ nine, or maybe forced to use a bigger butt plug than usual.  I would have never expected this.  I hesitated a moment.  That was a mistake.

“PUT THEM ON,” she yelled at me.

Blushing hard, I stripped down and pulled the panties on.  I had never worn panties before and they were very uncomfortable.  My balls were squished and the g-string felt terrible between my butt cheeks.

“Well aren’t you pretty?” she said, cackling.

I hung my head in shame, which only caused me to see the panties as I looked down, which made things even worse.

“Not so manly now, are you?”

“No Mistress.  I am not manly at all,” I answered.

“You’re a pretty little princess, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.  I am a pretty princess,” I said, cringing.

“You’re displeasing your Mistress again,” she told me.  “Say it like you like it.  Be a real princess.  You want to make your Mistress happy, don’t you, you stupid little slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” I agreed.  I tried to hide my horror as I said it again.  “I am a pretty princess.  I like being a pretty princess for my Mistress.”

“Better,” she said.  “Now do a little spin for me.”

I did as I was told and she started giggling.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad.  Now you’ll dance for me like a sissy slave girl.”

I swallowed hard.  I didn’t know how to dance, let alone move like a woman with their smooth and sexy movements.  I swung my hips back and forth, rubbing my hands up and down my chest, trying my best to look like a hot girl in the club.  Mistress laughed even harder.

“Now turn around and shake that booty for me,”

she commanded.

Oh, God.  This was awful.  I don’t think I’d ever been more embarrassed by anything in my life, but I did what she told me.

I rotated my hips and tried to look good for Mistress.  This sent her into a fit of giggles.  She was laughing so hard tears were running down her face.

She then tossed a bottle of pills at me.  The label was ripped off.

“Take two of those,” she told me.

I looked at the bottle, unsure.

“TAKE THEM!” she yelled, so I did.

“Now keep dancing.  I’m going to give you a lesson,” she said, pulling out her phone.

“You’ve just taken estrogen pills,” she informed me.

“Oh, my God.”

I knew estrogen was a female hormone, but what would it do to me?

“That’s right.  And guess what those pills are used for?  Transitioning from a male to a female.  If you keep taking them regularly—and you will until I allow you to stop—you’ll start building fatty breast tissue.  I can’t wait to see you with some perky little boobies.  Your hips will get wider, like a woman’s whose body is preparing for childbirth.

Then you’ll really have some sexy hips to sway when you dance for me.  Your muscles and fat will change to be more like a woman’s body, too.  Your testosterone will be affected and you’ll probably lose some of your sex drive.  That’s important since you like to fuck little bar sluts without permission from your Mistress.”

I knew my mouth was hanging open.  I felt like I was going to cry.  I didn’t want to look like a woman!  The boobs were the worst part.  I was going to have boobs?!  How big would they be?  What could I wear to cover them up?  I would have to figure something out, but I had no idea what.  I couldn’t disobey my Mistress or things would only get worse.

“Your hour is up, princess,”

she announced.

“You will take two of those pills every day.  I can’t wait to see if I notice a change in our appointment next week!”

She let out an evil laugh and left me alone, standing in my new frilly panties and staring, horrified, at the bottle of pills in my hand.

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