“What the fuck?!?”
His fingernails were painted deep pink. So were his toenails. His torso burned as he swiveled around and slowly got out of bed. He looked down at his stomach and the skin just below it. It hadn’t been a dream. He had gotten a tattoo.
“Jesus…”
‘What the hell did I do?’
As he exited the bedroom and walked down the hallway, he could hear the sounds of stomping feet and one of Heather’s exercise videos playing loudly. She was doing one of her workout routines in the living room. She didn’t notice him until he walked all the way around into her field of vision. The pumping music was only aggravating Darius’ headache, but she hit the pause button on her remote within seconds.
“Well hello, sleepyhead! I was starting to think you were going to doze all day. OH MY GOD! Your new tat looks amazing! How you feeling?”
“Like shit.”
“I’m not surprised. That’s what happens when you get drunk and get body mods.”
“Fuck… I need Ibuprofen.”
“Go fetch some. Then you can take a look at your new ink and earrings!”
“My wha- goddamn!”
Darius trudged off and Heather smiled wickedly. “Looking good Pookie! It needs to be filled in, but it’s a great start!”
Darius slammed the light switch upward as he entered the bathroom. Shock crept over his face as he inspected himself. Shiny, pink earrings were locked in a new set of piercings in his ears. He could see the top of his crotch tattoo which read “Property of.” He pulled down his boxers to reveal the bottom half: “Heather.” The words were outlined by the rectangular design of a cattle prod. The tattoo made it look like he’d been branded.
All of his pubic hair had been shaved away and on either side of the big tattoo were the outlines of two small flowers. The smaller tattoos were placed in such a way that one might mistake them for two, petal-covered ovaries.
Darius felt numb as he opened the cabinet and reached for the bottle of painkillers. He quickly retrieved two, popped them into his mouth, ran water into his cupped hand and swallowed them down with a cool splash from the tap.
Had he gotten that drunk? Had he agreed to this? They’d talked about a tattoo before and he’d tentatively agreed to one, but she’d never specified the design. Heather said it would be something personal to reinforce their new relationship. He thought maybe that meant a collar design on his bicep or ankle. Nothing this elaborate.
He turned off the light and slogged back to the living room where he found Heather wrapping up her workout.
“You hungry? I’ll make you some breakfast” she said between panted breaths. “Scrambled eggs and hash browns! Your favorite!”
He wanted to yell at her. He wanted to get angry. But truthfully, the rancor wasn’t there. Somewhere deep down, Darius knew what he’d signed up for. He knew she would push it further. He knew his life wasn’t going to be the same after he submitted to her. If he didn’t want that, he should’ve bailed long ago.
Besides, she looked so damn happy as she studied his newly decorated body. Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled. There was no denying it. He was addicted to her happiness and if that meant serving her and becoming an increasingly feminized drag-slut, he would do it.
“Yeah… that’d be good, baby.”
Heather took on a haughty demeanor as she turned off the TV and her worked up breathing slowed to normal. She perspired heavily, but she looked lovely, even in her sweats and exercise bands. As she approached, lording her height over him, he felt his cock twitch in its cage. She placed her hands on her hips and stared into his eyes.
“You’re gonna eat a good meal and then you’re gonna get cleaned up… especially back here” she demanded, extending her arms around him and grabbing both his ass cheeks firmly. “Shireen is gone till tomorrow and I have big plans for your slutty, black ass.”
“Yes, dear” he responded reflexively.
“NO!” she insisted, her eyes growing wild as her fingers dug into the flesh of his bottom. “Yes, Mistress.”
Darius inhaled sharply through his nose. He swallowed involuntarily. The words came without hesitation. “Yes, Mistress.”
* * * * *
He found himself in the same spot three hours later as Heather finished preparing him for their session. After breakfast he’d had a long bath, a thorough enema and a series of “beautifying” treatments. He was tarted up exactly as his Femdom Goddess craved.
Darius wore a new addition to his role play wardrobe, a satin purple dress that began in thin straps over his shoulders and covered his body from his upper chest down to mid-thigh. His only other garments were a matching set of purple arm-gloves, a pair of purple panties and a purple leather dog collar with a matching leash.
He couldn’t deny that the silky garments felt nice on his skin. It was one of many new experiences Heather demanded he undergo in recent weeks. His feet being painfully wedged into black high heels was less appealing, but as Heather said: “It can’t all be sugar and spice.”
Darius’ face had been dolled up in several layers of cosmetics, his body doused in perfume and his braids done up in a spiral bun that looked something like a shiny, black bee hive atop his head. With all those “enhancements” added to his painted nails and shiny new earrings, phase one of his evolution was complete. He’d been amazed how feminine he looked when Heather turned him towards the bathroom mirror and revealed his full transformation.
Now it was play time. Heather stalked around him, examining her sissy slut from every angle and making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She had transformed as well. Heather was sporting a black leather brassiere, leather gloves and leather pants around her enormous legs. Those, in addition to her leather boots gave her the quintessential Dominatrix look for the first time. Darius didn’t know where she’d found leather pants that big, but the symbolism wasn’t lost on him. She was wearing the pants, now.
She tapped a riding crop in her hand as she circled him. Darius waited for her to speak. Heather smiled, then walked past him. She headed to the bag of toys sitting in the living room.
“You handled your new mods well this morning, so I think you deserve a reward.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Heather fetched something from the bag and approached him from the back. She spoke into his ear. “Oh, don’t thank me yet. You don’t know what the reward is… Hands behind your back!”
Darius obliged and Heather seized his satin-clad forearms. Darius heard the clicking of metal as she applied the handcuffs to his wrists. They didn’t feel nearly as rigid as usual.
“Since you’ve been good, you get the fuzzy cuffs.”
Her heels struck the hardwood floor loudly as she stalked around to his front.
“And the other half of your reward is… a few hours out of your cage.”
She reached below, lifted the end of his dress and felt his cock cage through the silky panties. She massaged him a bit, his penis bulging painfully against the restrictive metal before she chuckled and pulled his panties down. She retrieved the key to his manhood from her pocket and gently unlocked the cage that had kept his penis captive for more than two weeks. Darius moaned as his cock was freed, his erection growing as Heather seized it and began stroking him back and forth with her leather digits.