it was a Friday night party the hall filled with people mostly strangers from different areas of the city. Coming to an end i found a Woman taking my hand. alcohol spirits fueling the arousal for both within some 15 minutes it was Her and i shoes off on her couch at Her flat.
i suppose many expected it the Woman was waiting for me to make the first move after a few minutes of kissing. once She determined a hesitancy on my part she linked it to a submissive nature.
abandoning her anticipation of having her clothing removed she went on the offensive. fingers tipped in red quickly undid my belt and zipper pulling everything from the waist and lower down on off. to make it more revealing she whipped the polo shirt off to have me totally naked. the hose peeking out at her feet in her own pair of pants, blouse and sweater she sat next to the male without any clothes.
the heavy petting came with Her in charge spreading my legs had her stroking me in a kind of edging way. the manner her body moved halfway on top affirmed an assertiveness while she let her hands roam along my mostly smooth skin. some minutes later leading me naked by the hand she had me rest on the floor near her bed as she slowly removed her feminine items. the was an element of envy seeing her slowly reveal her intimate wear....'oh why can't i have a body like her's needing to wear the things she does'....the thought floated across my mind once on the bed some minutes before she lowered her vagina to my lips. one thing was sure a determined effort in her the woman was quite certain she'd be gettin' her rocks off before the night was over.
i've always been intimidated by intelligent, beautiful women...( just saying that reminds me of Dominatrix Camille)......its' like they see right thru me while sensing a submissive side that they will exploit.
i have to say but for a few random moments i never was any good at pretending to be an alpha...
when i came across this the thought occurred that i didn't want to be him but rather either be the bride having her mother attending to her or be the bridesmaid on her knees attending to him...
for as long as i can remember there was always a level of anxiety in being a male...while still enjoying the company of women.
but there is a cure...these days it's called transitioning....
boundaries and realization...
the dynamic of meeting a true Mistress has gotten me passed the male angst....Dominatrix Camille immediately replaced it by having me pass initial boundaries i never imagined getting past.
She quickly established Her authority .....i've came to realize Mistress would be treating me as the trans-woman.....i am becoming.
learning to obey Mistress has only strengthened my belief in Her power over Her alyssa.....it's like she knew i needed Her in my life.
along the way i have fallen in 'Love' with Dominatrix Camille....being Her gurl i've come to accept Mistress's doctrine that all Women are to be treated by me as being superior...
i once asked Her what the best way was to show that...She told me 'by becoming the prettiest submissive transwoman i could be'....
my waking hours are now filled with things that will enhance my femininity...
my feminine persona is continually being reinforced...seeing other dominant Women and gurls like me also helps...
the small steps in the beginning....planting the seeds of femininity...
over time like a blossoming flower the effects of being feminized rise to the surface......
the months had turned into years...becoming more feminine the gurl knew his woman enjoyed making her husband take on the role of being her wife...
his Domina in charge the last couple of years had been so eventful....the gentle yielding feminine nature....it came as a gift from the hormones...
freed of male anxiety....to rather instead displaying feminine serenity....peace, alyssa
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