PART IV
“You are excused,” she said after moment.
“Yes Ma’am,” he answered placing the hairbrush on the small end table next to his Mistress.
He had gotten so lost in his task of brushing her hair that perhaps he and not been attentive enough to her needs he thought. He stepped in front of her bowed his courtly bow once again. At her nod he rose, turned and started for his room. Mentally he was preparing to walk across the bathroom tiles as quietly as he possibly could in size 11 D stiletto heels, when his Mistress’ voiced stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Why are your shoulders slumped boy?
“I’m sorry Mistress, I will endeavor to straighten them,” he said throwing his shoulders back.
“I didn’t ask you to stand up straight. I asked you why?”
“I don’t know Mistress, I didn’t realize they were.”
“You were expecting more this evening? Now you think you are being sent off to bed with no supper, so to speak? Isn’t that why your shoulders slump?”
“Perhaps Ma’am.” Patrick said. Knowing full well that was exactly what he was thinking. He hated it when she read his mind. Well at least the times when he was thinking negative thoughts.
“Come here boy.” She said in a low and commanding voice barely above a whisper.
His Mistress could generate more ominous fear in her low even tones than that of any of the video or online Mistresses with their shooting and their degradation. His Mistress didn’t need to call him a worthless worm to make him feel like one. She had only to point out his more than obvious flaws. And of course she had called it right this time too. He was pouting that she was sending him off to bed and now to make it worse he had been caught. He turned back to her. Her eyes were fixed upon him. She took in every inch of his six foot one frame currently standing about six foot six in his spiked platformed heels. His cock was not hard and the disapproving stare she was giving him at the moment did not instill lust. He was now standing about three feet directly in front of her.
“Take off those ridiculous shoes.” She said almost in an annoyed tone.
Patrick did as he was told. He squatted, as he did he felt the rush of cool air against his sphincter as his hips open with his new posture. He loosened the buckles on each shoe and removed them one by one. When he stood again his height was that of a mere man and not some Amazon drag warrior.
“Now the stocking and garter belt too.” She said in a chiding tone.
With his head bowed in shame, for he was sure he was about to be dismissed, he unfastened each of the two hooks on his right leg. Then he rolled the stocking down to his ankle. He performed the same procedure on the left leg. Once both stockings had been rolled down he slipped each of his feet out in turn. He then proceeded to wiggle out of the black lace belt. There was suddenly the nipping sting where the belt’s elastic band had bitten into his flesh. As he stood once again with his arms to his sides and his head bowed he was just Patrick. Only the tell-tale red mark of the garter belt encircling his waist bore the proof of the feminizaton he had endured.
With his head bowed he was unable to see the gleam in his Mistress’ eyes. She thought him the most beautiful man on the face of the earth. It was when he was naked standing before her in the pose of a servant ready to do her bidding that her appetite for him sexual grew insatiable. She thought it funny that a man, when wanting to show-off his sexual prowess always wanted his cocks to be in its inflated state. But at least with this man it wasn’t the case. He had an amazing cock whether it was soft of hard. And either soft or hard she simply found him beautiful. Yes beautiful, not handsome, not stylish, not a pretty boy or a rugged hunk, simply beautiful. In her mind it was the only word that could be used to describe him.
“Now come here and bend over my knee.” She said in a voice gruffer than she had intented.
In the two strides it took Patrick to reach his Mistress his flaccid cock had gone almost rigid.
“Your best friend betrays your thoughts, boy.” She said with a rye smirk .
“You are my best friend Mistress, and if my cock, not my friend, offends you in any way it is your right as my Mistress and best friend to cut it off.” Patrick said with as much sincere conviction as he could muster.
He was long and sleek but dropping to his knees first then lifting himself over her legs he seated his ever-hardening cock as best he could into the gap between her legs. The silky smoothness of her robe combined with her warm body sent torrents of desire coursing through him. With the floor being his only vantage point he again missed the lustful glint of appreciation in his Mistress’ eyes. Bowed up in the air his firm muscular butt was the focus of her delight. First she placed both hands on him. Her left hand was on his back just above the tailbone and right hand was on his left thigh, the one closest to her. His back was smooth, tanned and defined. His thighs weres lightly dusted with course fine reddish blond hair. The course hair ran part way up each hip where it faded away in to a gentle smoothness. Each perfectly round mound sported a large dimple on its side and both orbs glowed as bright as a sunny day after a new fallen snow. It was a nice contrast against the tan golden brown skin on the rest of his body. But it was not by any accident that he looked that way. It was by her design. He tanned just for her and wore the same pair of briefs each time so the lines would be defined. She had told him months ago that he would become her little cotton tail and now glistening back at her was a command obeyed. She smiled with satisfaction.
She ran her left hand past the tailbone up onto the stark white hips. She marveled at their firmness. She continue on down to the upper thigh so her fingers could feel the textures change from smooth to rough. She could feel his cock pounding its lustful yearning for pleasure against her. Her left hand roved up and down his body. She closed her eyes so as to deprive one sense in order to enhance the others. The touch and smell of his body deepened her desire for him. She could feel the dampness created by her body readying her for carnal pleasures. Like a cat, Patrick had almost begun to purr at her sweet caresses. He had closed his eyes too and at her soothing touch his thoughts had wondered, conjuring up a vision of he and his Mistress naked wrapped in each others arms making love on a warm far away beach. The sand clung to the sweat on there…..
His eyes sprang open as the pain seared through him. The hairbrush that he laid at his Mistress’ side had just connected with his ass. He tried desperately to hold still as again and again the hard wooden handle slapped against him. He tried to dig is fingers and toes into the carpet but they kept slipping loose. He flailed despite his best efforts. The pain kept coming but he was determined to take it with out putting his hand up to blunt the blows. Through the pain he realized that her left hand had moved around his body and was pumping his cock. Through the pain he also realized the he was rock hard and was close to ejaculating. As if sensing his thoughts she suddenly stopped. He heard the brush hit the floor as she flung it down. His cock had been abandoned and both hand were now back on his burning butt. He shivered as he felt her cool breath blowing on the now raising welts. The force of the cool breeze was directed in such a fashion as to be agonizingly erotic. Then the breath was gone and her lips met his flesh kissing each stinging mark. After long sensual minutes her soft tongue replaced the kisses and she began to eagerly lick his wounds as if in an animalistic healing ritual. Ever so often her tongue would flick to the space between his muscular mounds. But just a teasing flick that's all. Then it stopped. She sat back in the chair.
“Stand up!” She commanded.
Patrick did as he was told. His cock stood fully erect and looking down at his Mistress’ lap he could see the dark sticky liquidity stains of pre-cum on her silky robe. His nose caught the faint musky tang of pre-cum, sweat, and if he was mistaken the aroused juices of his Mistress.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t mean to…”
She cut him off with a wave.
“Now go prepare yourself. I have found that I have need of you after all.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he said brighter than he should have just after taking a sever spanking with a hairbrush.
He turned and picked up his shoes, stockings and garter belt. And started for his room.
“You can put them back on if you’d like,” She said to his retreating back.
He never turned but perked up his pace.
“Yes! Ma’am!” He said pointing the words and sounding as excited as young boy who has just gotten a new bicycle for Christmas