Owned

By Pamela

(pamelapamela@hotmail.com)

Warning: If you’re not into the fantasy of worshipping women and femininity, then you might not be entertained by this story!

As a precocious five-year-old boy I realized that my mom owned me. I was owned by a woman. Not like a farm animal or a slave in the classical sense. No, she owned me because everything I did was what she told me to do. I woke, I dressed, I ate, I bathed, I played, when she told me to. She was a woman I obeyed. I never thought of not obeying her.

When I began first grade at six-years-old a little bit of daylight appeared between mom and me. There were decisions I could make for myself. I felt less owned than I had been. My mom seemed to accept that I’d become more under the sphere of influence of my dad. He and I could play ball together. He’d take my older brother and me to the kinds of things that boys and men did.

Anyway, this was the direction it seemed like my life was headed until nature stepped in to say – who are you kidding?

You see, my dad is an alpha male – strong, masculine, and assertive – and I am a beta male – shy, sensitive, and let's face it – weak! It became evident during my childhood that I had the strength more typical of an average girl than a boy – which in my case meant that I could hang from a chinning bar but I couldn’t do a chin-up or pull-up to save my life. After months of effort I could barely do one.

My brother, on the other hand, the first time he hung from the chinning bar could do ten chin-ups. He and my dad were book ends. By any stretch of the imagination I didn’t fit in which these two guys. My temperament was purely like that of my mom and my body was arguably closer to her physical form than my dad’s. I didn’t have breasts or a vagina but my arms and legs and my weak chest and the shape of my face echoed aspects of my mom.

Since I really couldn’t bond with my dad and my mom reminded me of myself I was quite content to seek comfort in her femininity. By being her loving and devoted son, I felt loved and accepted in return.

As time passed I grew ever closer to my mom and even consciously enjoyed seeking her praise for being helpful and thoughtful. I felt like I was her daughter the way my brother was my dad’s son. I liked her ordering me to do chores and be helpful or telling me what pants or shirt I ought to wear. I liked this power to control me because it meant that she was stronger than me – both mentally and physically. Her dominance meant that I was a weaker version of herself. Since she’s female it meant that I was also female. I’m sure that there isn’t any logic to these thoughts, but nonetheless that is how I felt.

The question naturally arises as to why I desired to feel like I was female. I believe the answer lies in my wish to reproduce with my mom the kind of relationship my brother had with my dad. They were close because they were both males, so I wanted to be equally close to my mom, which meant I had to be female.

If my mom’s dominance was helping me to feel feminine, such feelings were also helped by an especially easy way to bridge the gap between my boy self and my mom’s womanly self: wear her clothes, and wear her clothes I did – in secret. I became intimately familiar with her wardrobe, especially her underwear and negligees. I’d dress up and have a delicious reverie in which I imagined I was her devoted daughter who obeyed her every command without hesitation.

An interesting change happened to me at the first stirrings of puberty. I noticed that my mom telling me what to do – it could be ‘dry the dishes’ or ‘help fold the laundry’ created the thought that I was a submissive female and this caused a pulse of sexual arousal between my legs. To emphasize: My mom’s dominance over me brought out my inner feminine feelings that in puberty manifested as sexual pleasure. An admittedly strange development but undeniable.

As I went through puberty I realized that any command from any woman – not just my mom – aroused my feminine feelings and gave me a sexual pulse between my legs. Dating girls proved to be difficult because my naturally submissive female self didn’t feel comfortable in the male role. Being assertive was not my thing. I was used to women telling me what to do. That made me feel feminine and happy, besides sexually aroused. One of the ways in which I felt feminine was to experience the pleasure between my legs as if it were within a vagina and not a penis. I had a vivid and distinct feeling that if I were to look at the juncture of my legs I’d see the pubic hair covering a vaginal opening. No penis to be found.

College came and went and I dated but never had a steady girlfriend. When I got the chance to cross dress I did. After I graduated I got a nice job, I had a few friends. I concentrated on trying to be at least a bit more masculine. I managed to have some girlfriends but couldn’t keep them long enough to have a committed relationship. My passivity was exasperating to them.

After my father died a few years ago I made a point of often visiting with my mom. I felt close to her emotionally and shared many of my intimate thoughts with her. The one exception was the girl-like feelings that had long made me wish to be her real daughter. There were many times I wanted to confess that I felt that way, but I held back. I had no idea how she would react to the knowledge that her son wished to be a girl.

My life might have gone on like this for decades to come except for an accidental encounter on youtube. I came across a hypnosis video created by a woman calling herself Mistress Florence. The cover for the video had a picture of a beautiful and sexy woman. Long hair cascading over her shoulders, a mysterious smile formed from her perfect lips. Powerful eyes stared directly at me. A hint of her sexy curves were visible including wrinkles in her dress suggesting a sizable bust yearning to burst out. Underneath her skirt a voluminous crinoline was peeking out.

An explanatory sentence said that if I listened to the video I’d end up being owned by Mistress Florence. Something deep within me sensed that it would be heavenly to be owned by such a beautiful, sexy, woman. Of course, this was no doubt a fabrication. No one can be ‘owned’ by merely listening to a video file. But still, even if it was just a fraction of the real thing it could be pleasurable. I decided to play the video file. Regardless of anything I’d never been hypnotized and it might be cool to find out what that was about.

From the moment the video began, Mistress Florence said, “Look into my eyes.”

I looked into them and saw her looking back at me no different than if she had been a live woman in front of me. Each time my focus shifted from one of her eyes to the other I felt a renewed jolt of her mindful gaze into my eyes. My brain was reacting to Mistress Florence as if she were in front of me and not just her image on video.

“Take a deep breath in through your nose,” she said.

I breathed in.

“Hold your breath.”

I held it.

“Breathe out slowly through your mouth.”

I breathed out slowly through my mouth. I decided that this was interesting and even fun. Obeying Mistress Florence’s simple commands was putting me in a submissive posture that excited me.

“Focus on my voice. Let the sounds around you fade away. Concentrate on each word that I say.”

I adjusted my mind to await her next statement and heard her say, “You will obey me. You will obey Mistress Florence.”

I was reflecting on what this meant when she added, “Repeat after me, ‘I will obey Mistress Florence,’” and there was a moment of silence.

The next thing I knew Mistress repeated the same thought, “Repeat after me, ‘I will obey Mistress Florence.’”

“I will obey Mistress Florence,” I heard myself saying.

“Very good. You’re doing well,” Mistress said. “This file will teach you obedience to a powerful and beautiful woman – your Mistress Florence.”

It was true that the woman speaking to me on the video was beautiful and the self-confidence she exuded in her voice and mannerisms was definitely a reflection of her power.

“If you’re a good boy I will own you by the end of this file. Nod your head if you understand.”

I nodded my head.

“Stop nodding.”

I stopped.

After a pause she continued, “It is a privilege to serve me and to be owned by me. To win that opportunity you must commit yourself to being fully obedient. My commands and suggestions must be obeyed without hesitation. Without thought. Do you understand? Say ‘Yes Mistress Florence, I will obey you without hesitation.’”

“Yes Mistress Florence, I will obey you without hesitation,” I said.

“Take another deep breath and hold it.”

I took a breath.

“Let it out.”

I let it out.

“Close your eyes.”

I closed them.

“When your eyes are closed, you will fall deeper and deeper into trance.”

After a pause Mistress said, “Open your eyes.”

I opened them.

“Now close your eyes and drop deeper into trance.”

I closed them and felt myself getting further lost in a mental fog where I couldn’t remember much about the world around me.

“Now open your eyes.”

I opened them.

“Every time you close your eyes you see more clearly how you are subservient to me. Now close them.”

I closed them and a thought recognizing the extent to which Mistress was controlling me crossed my mind.

“Now open them.”

I opened them.

“Now close them.”

I closed my eyes and all I could think about was how powerless I was to do anything other than open and close my eyes as commanded by Mistress.

Mistress ordered me to open and close my eyes several more times. I found myself feeling ever more under her control. My understanding of subservience crystalized around the idea of my existing as a weak and delicate entity floating beneath a powerful woman with a commanding voice.

“Good. Now repeat after me, “I want to be a submissive servant to you, Mistress Florence.”

“I want to be a submissive servant to you, Mistress Florence,” I repeated.

Saying the phrase made me deliriously happy. I had feelings of comfort and joy knowing that I could serve her.

“Once again say, ‘I want to be a submissive servant to you Mistress Florence.’”

“I want to be a submissive servant to you Mistress Florence,” I said with increasing passion and with a feeling that this was really true.

As my mind accepted being fully under the control of Mistress, I felt my penis responding in the form of ever more potent waves of pleasure. It was hard as a rock now, yet I hadn’t touched it. It was entirely the result of the brain-penis connection.

“Repeat after me, ‘I worship Mistress Florence,’”

“I worship Mistress Florence,” I said, and now spasms of pleasure ran through my mind at the realization of Mistress’s dominance while also showing up as heightened erotic pulses in my penis.

I felt a distinct jump in my concentration as my penis anticipated its next response to Mistress Florence. Stray thoughts became far and few between. Instead, I was intensely anticipating the next thing that Mistress might say. A reflective barrier seemed to appear around my mind keeping every thought away except knowledge of Mistress Florence’s absolute domination over me. I had no ability to think about the outside world. I saw myself as being a creation of Mistress’s imagination. My only reality was as a vessel she had created to pour in her thoughts, her voice, her female essence.

“As my submissive, your mind becomes mine to control.”

Repeat, “Your thoughts are my thoughts.”

“Your thoughts are my thoughts,” I said. Waves of pleasure swept through me.

Repeat, “Your voice is my voice.”

“Your voice is my voice,” I said, never having felt such extraordinary pleasure in my cock.

Repeat, “Your words are my words.”

“Your words are my words,” I said. My cock was now rigid and pulsing.

“Say these phrases after me: “My mind belongs to Mistress Florence.”

“My mind belongs to Mistress Florence,” I said. My brain was feeling thick with the effort of zeroing in on Mistress’s thoughts as I was near paralysis from the pleasure.

Say, “There is no me anymore. Mistress Florence’s mind is now my mind.”

“There’s no me anymore. Mistress Florence’s mind is now my mind.”

My mind felt like it was in a vice – constricted to a narrow realm of consciousness. In that realm there was Mistress Florence’s speaking over me as if from on high, and my own subconscious mind hanging on each word she said. I was her puppet.

And then an extraordinary thing happened. My conscious mind utterly gave up and shut down. My subconscious mind took over completely listening and responding to Mistress Florence’s statements and commands. I floated along on her powerful ownership of my mind. In all of this I realized that I was now her servant, her slave even. As long as I felt this way I now existed for the sole purpose of serving Mistress’s needs. But if Mistress had taken over my mind it meant I was a woman. Mistress Florence’s femininity had taken over me so I was as much a woman as she was.

My mind reeled with a vast pleasure. Isn’t this what I always wanted to feel? This audio had taken me to a realm of feminine feeling that I had never thought possible. Accompanying these thoughts was a sexual pleasure so intense that my body bucked in frantic sexual excitement. The sensation in my penis had grown to a pinnacle of intensity unlike any I’d had before. Suddenly my loins spasmed into strange orgasmic contractions without the release of cum.

Mistress Florence went on informing me how I was owned by her. I had no life outside of serving her. Then she commanded me to repeat after her: “I want nothing more in life than to be in love with Mistress Florence and to serve her every need.”

“I want nothing more in life than to be in love with Mistress Florence and to serve her every need,” I said shaking with passion for her.

Say, “I love Mistress Florence.”

“I love Mistress Florence,” I said.

Say, “I will obey Mistress Florence without hesitation.”

“I will obey Mistress Florence without hesitation.”

“Good. I love that you want to devote your life to me. That I own you, that you love every aspect of me.”

She continued, “Now I will give you the greatest gift that you will ever receive. If you are not already wearing a bra, panty, and crinoline, pause this video and put on a bra, panty, and crinoline and return.”

Surprised as I was to hear this, I also obeyed immediately. I paused the video, and dressed myself in a bra, panty, and my one crinoline. The whole time I continued to feel like the woman she had made me into. The trance controlling my mind was all powerful.

I resumed the video.

Repeat after me, “I am Mistress Florence’s pretty submissive girl.”

“I am Mistress Florence’s pretty, submissive girl,” I said.

Say, “I worship every part of Mistress Florence’s body.”

“I worship every part of Mistress Florence’s body.”

Say, “I worship the clothes she wears.”

“I worship the clothes she wears.”

Say, “I worship her bra and panty.”

“I worship her bra and panty.”

Say, “I worship at Mistress Florence’s feet.”

“I worship at Mistress Florence’s feet.”

Say, “I am a girl now and I exist to serve my mistress.”

“I am a girl now and I exist to serve my mistress.”

Say, “My femininity is permanent.”

“My femininity is permanent.”

Repeat after me, “I will do anything for Mistress Florence.”

“I will do anything for Mistress Florence.”

“Do you understand that I am your life. I own you. You are filled with me, mind, body, and soul. There is no you anymore. I control everything about you.”

“I understand,” I said almost like I was a robot. It was true that my mind felt like it was Mistresses. My words were her words.

“Every time you listen to this audio, its effects on you will get stronger. Your trance will deepen. Your love for me will grow. Your desire to serve me will increase. You will see yourself ever more fully as my submissive servant girl.”

“You will make sure to always listen to this and every other one of my videos while wearing a bra, panty, and crinoline.”

“Now I will count you up from this trance. Even though you return to the waking world, the lessons and new self-awareness that you have achieved in this video will remain permanently in your mind. A new you is being crafted by this video. I have brainwashed you and by listening to this audio again and again you will become ever more perfectly my servant girl who loves and worships her Mistress. You are now utterly and completely devoted to my happiness.”

Mistress Florence proceeded to count from 5 back to 1 and I woke up with my eyes open and my mind returning to normal. I remembered everything that Mistress had told me in the audio. When I thought about Mistress I had a sudden and powerful urge to do what I could to make her happy. At the same time a blissful happiness filled my mind and I felt a boner coming on.

***

I discovered that Mistress Florence had a dozen or more videos on youtube covering similar content to the one that I had listened to. They concentrated on different aspects of servitude and submission to her: worshipping her, loving her, obeying her, guidance on how to be a cute, subservient girl for her. One was devoted to worshipping at her feet. I listened to them all and felt happier and happier that Mistress was assuming an ever greater part of my thoughts and feelings.

Over time my trances got deeper and deeper. I got better at keeping thoughts at bay. My subconscious mind took over fully in hypnosis. My brain was being effectively rewired so as to be permanently submissive to Mistress Florence, to being her submissive and feminine subject. Her videos trained me to be her servant very much the same way a dog is trained by being given treats for behaving correctly. Here my treat was ever deeper physical and psychological pleasure. My training was so highly instilled in me that at the mere sound of Mistress’s voice, I fell into a deep trance and got an immediate erection.

As I continued to listen to the audios I learned how to use their lessons to give me space to feel that I was a girl. Anywhere at all in my life – at work, or visiting a friend, or at a show – I could switch to the part of my mind owned by Mistress and instantly feel like I was a girl. With that feeling came euphoria and a sexual pulse. It was as if I had developed a magic button I could push anytime I wanted to that turned me into the girl I always wanted to be.

***

What happened next is crazy, is impossible, is the stuff of fiction like one of those crazy TG stories written by my favorite author, Pamela. You see, I live in a fairly large city – with more than a million people – so it would seem to be pretty impossible to accidentally run into someone unexpectedly. Yet on a Saturday morning I was having a latte in my favorite local espresso café reading my Dawkins when I happened to look up and see a remarkably beautiful woman sitting at a table facing me. She had just sat down and was taking her computer out. I knew I’d seen her somewhere. Where was that I wondered?

At one point the woman looked up right at me and it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks – she was Mistress Florence! My mouth suddenly dropped open and my eyes bulged outwards and I mouthed the words, “Mistress Florence.”

Then, the most amazing thing happened: She smiled at me and signaled for me to come over. Without hesitation I got up and brought my latte and book and sat down at her table across from her. “What can I do to make you happy?” I asked her. It was so ingrained in my mind I didn’t even have to think.

“I will tell you,” she said, “but first tell me your name.”

“Greg,” I said.

“You live near here?”

“Yes, around the corner.”

“Good. Tell me what bra, panty, and crinoline you own.”

“My bra and panty are a set. Prima Donna Montara. My crinoline is pink with four layers of tulle.”

“Excellent.”

“I worship you Mistress,” I said spontaneously.

“I know that. I can see that. You’re a good boy.”

“Can I do something for you? Can I clean your house? Do your laundry? Will you let me do that?”

Mistress laughed softly. “Of course, Greg. I’ll give you the address. Bra, panty, and crinoline is your uniform while you clean. Do you have anklets and pink ballet slippers?”

“No.”

“You should get them. Let’s say next Saturday morning at nine. I’ll put you to work.”

“I can’t thank you enough!” I said practically swooning with happiness. The thought that Mistress Florence would allow me to do her chores thrilled me deeply to my core.

***

I showed up at Mistress Florence’s swank brownstone the following Saturday at nine in the morning. I had gone to a Capezio store and bought pink ballet slippers. The anklets I found at a department store. Mistress showed me into a small room where I put on my bra, changed my pants for my crinoline and put the anklets and ballet slippers on. I then reported to Mistress who was having her breakfast on a back patio.

“I’ve made a list of your chores,” Mistress said and handed it to me.

“Thank you,” I said. I read the paper. I’d be doing her laundry, folding it neatly, I’d vacuum the house. At noon I’d prepare lunch for her. Afterwards I’d clean the bathrooms and kitchen. For each chore she’d written down any necessary instructions.

“After each chore is completed you will have earned a reward, so come find me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I set to work doing Mistress Florence’s laundry. One by one I took out from the hamper a week’s worth of her panties, several bras, blouses, jeans, and a skirt. There were also stockings and pantyhose, a slip, and a panty girdle. Her panties were invariably beautiful lacy creations, as were her bras. I held up and admired her panty girdle. What exquisite taste she had in feminine foundation garments. It was a panty girdle worthy of a queen!

I washed the intimate clothing separately and hung it on a rack to dry. Her other clothing I washed, dried, folded and put back in her closet and dresser.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life than the hour I spent doing Mistress’s laundry. The knowledge that I was making her life easier, that my own life was devoted to serving her, that I could derive a purpose for myself by doing her chores gave me feelings of contentment and deep pleasure. As I worked I was forever aware that she was my all powerful Goddess. Serving her was how I could demonstrate for her how much I worshipped her.

With the laundry done, I found Mistress sitting upright in a chair in the backyard and wearing a pink skirt and white blouse.

“I’ve finished your laundry, Mistress.”

“Good, you’ve come for your reward.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She stood up and said, “You may worship my shoes.”

I looked down and saw she was wearing beige heels and stockings. I got down on my knees in front of her and then spread out on the floor so my face was inches from her shoes. I stared at them noting the shiny leather and the delicate straps.

I awkwardly turned to look up at Mistress standing over me. Her shapely legs towered up and disappeared inside her skirt. The shape of her calves made me whimper with pleasure. I’ve always loved the muscles forming women’s calves. The world up inside her skirt loomed over me. How I would love to explore that region! Mistress’s skirt was fastened at her slim waist. From there I absorbed the sight of her swelling breasts and her beautiful face smiling down at me from on high.

Of this whole gorgeous woman I was to devote myself to her shoes. I turned once again to stare at them. I desperately wanted to be worthy of them. To prove to Mistress that I deserved the chance to worship at her feet.

“Do you fully understand your subservience to my shoes and feet?” Mistress asked.

“Yes, Mistress. Your shoes are a symbol of your power over me.”

“Very good, Greg. Now repeat after me, ‘I worship your shoes Mistress Florence.”

“I worship your shoes, Mistress Florence,” I said obediently.

Say, “I worship at my Mistress’s feet.”

“I worship at my Mistress’s feet.”

“Good. You may kiss and lick them now.”

I gently moved my lips forward to plant a kiss on one of her shoes. Then I kissed the other one. An indescribable pleasure rose up inside me that clouded out everything in my life except Mistress’s beige high heel shoes. I loved the power her shoes had over me. I was beneath them. I was subservient to them. I felt a wave of submissiveness sweep through me in the knowledge that this beautiful woman was standing over me while I worshipped her shoes. I felt her power and my weakness, my subservience to her strength. I was her plaything.

My passion rose ever higher and I kissed her shoes vociferously, even tongue kissing the shiny leather. The more I kissed the more I felt owned by Mistress. A cycle of ever greater sexual feelings rose up in me.

Mistress pulled away from me, sat down and crossed one leg over the other. She indicated that I could sit in front of her while continuing to love her shoe. From this vantage point I looked up into the dark within her skirt. I made out her garters hooked to the top of her stockings. I sucked on the end of her shoe and on her heel. I was reeling with delirious pleasure when Mistress said, “That’s enough for now. Time to work on your next chore.”

“Thank you Mistress,” I said, recovering from the shock of the sudden transition.

“Before you begin vacuuming let me take a good look at you.” Mistress read the tag on my bra and said, “38D,” and laughed. “Is that aspirational?”

“Yes, Mistress. I know I don’t have D cup breasts, but I thought my bra ought to be ready in case I got them.”

“You’re adorable, Greg. I have some D cup falsies you can put in your bra.”

“Really?”

Mistress had me follow her to her bedroom where she took the falsies out of a drawer and put them in my bra cups.

“That makes a world of difference, don’t you agree?”

“Yes Mistress,” I said awed at having such a prominent and noticeable chest.

“I have a pretty, pink, A-line house dress that I want you to wear now. Some friends might be visiting me while you work - a little modesty is a good idea. Anyway, you’ll be quite cute wearing the dress.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” She handed the dress to me and I put it on over my head. She zipped up the back. The skirt floated over my crinoline in the most delightful way. It was perfect.

***

I vacuumed the house starting upstairs and working my way down to the living room. As I worked, I had plenty to think about. Besides how much I loved and worshipped Mistress Florence, I also thought about what it had felt like sucking on her shoes, and how delightful it was to worship at her feet. That I was here in her house, vacuuming, working for her as her servant girl in a pretty dress was better than any fantasy I had ever had about my future life.

While I was vacuuming in the family room, I heard the doorbell rang and listened as Mistress greeted friends at the front door. I continued working, finally finishing my work in the living room and vestibule. It was noon time and I went to the backyard to see what Mistress wanted for lunch.

She was sitting at the outdoor table with two women. When I approached one of them said, “You’ve got a maid now, Florence?”

“This is my servant girl, Greg. Say hello to my friends, Molly and Janine.”

“Hello ladies,” I said smiling at them. I couldn’t believe my good luck in getting to meet some of Mistress’s friends.

“He makes an adorable maid,” Molly said,.

“That’s true,” Mistress said. She gave me instructions on heating up a quiche to serve the women. I brought out a pitcher of iced tea and glasses. When the meal had been served, Molly said to me, “Tell me why you’re so giddy.”

“That’s easy. I love doing Mistress Florence’s chores. And she allowed me to wear this pretty dress. It’s so much fun to wear!”

The women laughed. “We’re glad that Florence makes you so happy,” Janine said.

“I’m so lucky,” I said.

“Would you like me to show you how I reward Greg for his hard work and his worship?” Florence asked her friends.

“Sure,” Molly said.

“Greg, lie down and kiss my shoes.”

As I had done before I fell to the ground and began kissing Mistress Florence’s shoes. Between kisses and sucking on her shoe I said, “Thank you Mistress.”

“You’re a good boy and good boys get rewarded,” Mistress said.

“Greg behaves like a well-trained dog,” Molly said.

“There’s definitely a similarity,” Mistress said.

The women watched me happily kissing and licking Mistress’s beige high heel shoes.

“Greg, why do you love licking Florence’s shoes?” Molly asked.

I looked up at her and said, “Because I want to worship her. This is how she lets me worship her.”

“That’s true, Greg,” Mistress Florence said. To her friends she said, “What you haven’t seen is the brainwashing that brought Greg to this point. He’s been trained through my hypnosis videos to associate his own pleasure with the act of submission to my dominance.”

“How does that work?” Janine asked.

“I use a tone of voice that immediately establishes my control. I give him suggestions and commands that he follows without realizing that I’m leading him into a trance. Once he begins to feel the pleasure that comes from obeying me, he’s hooked. It then becomes a self-strengthening cycle. Obey and feel pleasure creating the desire to obey even more leading to ever more pleasure. Around and around we go until I own his mind. With repetition it sinks in ever more deeply until Greg’s pursuit of pleasure brings him to the point of wanting to be my servant girl.”

“Why a girl?” Janine asked.

“In Greg’s case, my dominance brings out the girl in him. That probably reflects the dynamics of his family life, though it might also be an inherited trait. No one knows for sure.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Janine said.

“It’s not one sided. Greg in one way or another has been seeking the domination of a woman. I supply what he wants, so we make rapid progress in channeling his innate desire into a productive direction.”

“Productive for you,” Janine said.

“Also for Greg as I emphasized.” Mistress addressed me again, “What gives you the greatest pleasure?”

“Serving you, Mistress,” I said without hesitation.

“This is so fascinating. Will Greg lick my shoes?” Molly asked.

“If I tell him to do that, but that would be taking advantage of Greg and I wouldn’t want to do that. He worships me and its best and only fair that he devote himself to me. My relationship with him is not one of abuse. It’s to our mutual benefit.”

“You like him worshipping at your feet?” Molly asked.

“Yes, to tell you the truth. I love having this power over Greg. I love owning him. That it makes him happy is a side benefit that pleases me also, but the main thing is that I am dominant. That Greg obeys everything I tell him to do – and without hesitation. Of course, I would never tell him to do something harmful to himself, and its part of his training to not let him harm himself.”

“I’m curious. Why do you have Greg worship at your feet? I mean why not your pussy or your breasts?”

“That’s a good question. One reason why I hesitate to allow vaginal worship is that it’s a little cruel. Once Greg starts licking on it he’ll be desperate to continue, so telling him to stop will be quite an unpleasant jolt.”

Molly and Janine didn’t look convinced. “Aren’t you exaggerating?” Molly said.

“Why not let him touch it?” Janine asked.

“A vagina is a supremely powerful object. If I let Greg worship it as you suggest it could create a serious addiction where he can’t stop desiring and thinking about my pussy every hour of every day. He’d be leaving here undergoing pussy withdrawal.”

“Still, Florence, we’d like to see some proof of that.”

“Why don’t you ask Greg if that would be a problem for him?” Janine asked.

“Okay. Greg, would you like the chance to play with my vagina?”

I nodded my head. “Mistress, I would love to look at your vagina and play with it.”

“Okay, I’ll give you five minutes with my vagina and we’ll see what happens.”

Lying at Florence’s feet she lifted up her skirt to reveal her garter belt holding up her stockings and underneath that her panties. She unhooked the garter belt and lowered it, followed by her panties exposing her shaved vagina. “Greg, worship my vagina now. You may kiss it and lick it for the next five minutes.”

I raised myself to my knees and without hesitation pressed my face against Florence’s pussy. It had a musky womanly odor – probably her pheromones – that delighted my senses. I loved its warmth and kissed it passionately and worked my tongue inside it. The more my face was pressed up against it, the more aroused I got. A powerful throbbing boner filled my panties. My mind was so full of lust and hunger for Florence’s pussy and every other part of her that I couldn’t think straight. Abruptly, after five minutes Mistress gently pushed me away and I fell to the floor panting and half-crazed with lust and adoration for Florence’s sweet vagina.

“Can I have more time?” I said. For the first time, Mistress looked cross, and I rushed to say, “I’m sorry Mistress.”

“See what I mean,” Florence said to her friends. “Greg can’t control himself. He even risked my wrath by trying to get around my command. That’s how powerful my vagina is to Greg. It’s the sun of his solar system. He revolves around it, ever longing to be with it. It’s blindingly powerful and best kept at a distance from him.”

“You’ve made that point!” Molly exclaimed, as the women watched me lying on the floor struggling to get my breath and bearings.

“Now run along and make yourself some lunch,” Mistress said. “Then you can clean the kitchen and bathroom.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, getting back onto my feet.

***

I spent an hour cleaning the kitchen and then another hour on the bathroom. That these were the places that Mistress cooked in and bathed made me feel even closer to her. I saw her supply of tampons which made me think of her vagina and how much I had loved sucking on it. I wondered if one day she’d let me pull out one of her tampons.

When I was done with my chores I found Mistress reading in the living room. Her friends had gone.

“I’m all done, Mistress,” I said.

“You’ve been a good boy, Greg. I want you to come again next Saturday.”

“You do!” I said. “Oh my God, Mistress Florence. Thank you.”

“I want you to come every Saturday.”

“Thank you! You’ve made me so happy!”

“Now you deserve a nice reward for the work you’ve done today.”

Mistress reached inside her skirt, unhooked one of her garters, and removed her shoe and stocking. She crossed the leg with her bare foot over her other leg and pointed to her foot. “Go at it Greg. It’s all yours.”

I sank onto my knees in front of her foot and stared at it. The pedicure was perfect with a bright pink polish. I put her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. It was even more thrilling than kissing and licking her shoe. Of course it wasn’t a vagina but it still sent me into paroxysms of joy and feelings of devotion. As I sucked her toe and became deliriously happy I moved on to suck her other toes. As I got more and more into it, I began licking the sole of her foot. Starting at the heel and moving up to the ball of her foot. I licked it over and over again.

“You’re so adorable, Greg. Licking the soles of my feet lets me know that you worship the ground I walk on.”

“I do,” I said.

***

After several weeks had gone by in which I spent every Saturday doing chores for Mistress, my mom dropped by to pay a visit on a Sunday.

“There’s something different about you. What’s going on in your life?” Mom asked.

“What’s different about me?”

“I sense that you’re unusually happy. Is that it? Why are you so happy?”

“I’m seeing someone. She’s not exactly a girlfriend, at least not yet.”

“How wonderful! I never wanted to put pressure on you to meet a nice woman, but I’m so glad that you’re finally moving forward. I’ve worried why such a handsome and sweet boy as you would have so much trouble getting a girlfriend.”

“I’d love for her to become my girlfriend, but so far all I can say is that I think she likes me a lot.”

“When will she become your girlfriend? I don’t understand.”

“Mom, my problem with women is that I don’t know how to be assertive enough, like other boys, like my brother.”

“I know that, Greg. So you’re afraid to let this woman know that you want to be her boyfriend?”

“She’s not a woman who would let me make any decisions.”

“What does that mean?”

“The woman I’m seeing now makes the decisions. She tells me what to do.”

“And you obey her?”

“Yes, but I like doing so. She asks me to do her chores. Every Saturday I go to her house and do the laundry, vacuum, and clean the bathrooms and kitchen.”

“What? You’re her willing servant?

“Not like an official servant. She doesn’t pay me. I do it because I love making her happy. That’s the reward for me. Well, she also rewards me by letting me …”

“Letting you what?”

“Worship her.”

“You worship this woman?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“Sure that’s a good reason. Honey, you’re a grown man and I’m not going to tell you what to do … but I hope she’s kind to you, doesn’t abuse you or take advantage of you.”

“Oh no, Mom, not at all.”

“If you’re happy I suppose that’s the most important thing.”

“Thanks, Mom. I am happy.”

My mom laughed. “I remember when you were young you loved doing chores. I enjoyed the help you gave me, even though I thought it to be a bit odd. To tell you the truth during those years I kept having the feeling that you were trying to be my daughter and not my son.”

“But that’s true, Mom. I did want to be your daughter. To be honest, I still do. I’ve always wanted to be a woman.”

My mom looked at me speechlessly. “Oh my God, Greg! This is so much information!”

“I’m sorry to be so honest, I just thought …”

“No, Greg, don’t apologize. I’m glad to find out who you really are. I’m old. It’s good for me to go to my grave feeling like I really know my child.” She laughed. “I would have loved it if you were my daughter, but you and I were always close which is the most important thing.”

“Feeling close and loved by you was the greatest part of my childhood.”

“That’s sweet.”

“I don’t know if I should tell you this, but I used to wear your clothes. I liked the way they made me feel feminine. I’d wear your bra and panties and oftentimes your pretty pink negligee and lie on your bed and pretend that I was your daughter.”

“I wish you had told me that you liked wearing my clothes. I would have loved to buy you some cute girlie dresses. As a mom I often fantasized about how nice it would be to have a daughter that I could dress like a doll.”

“But dad would have freaked?”

“Possibly, but he barely saw you as being a boy. He never could understand how you liked spending your time with me doing household chores.”

“It would have been so cool if he’d accepted me as his daughter.”

“To change the subject, I’d love to meet your almost girlfriend.”

“I’ll ask her if there’s a time you can meet her.”

“I’ll look forward to that.”

***

The next Saturday, after I had done the laundry and was at Mistress’s feet I said, “I was telling my mom about you.”

Mistress regarded me for a long pause and said, “What did you tell her?”

“I said I love and worship you and love doing your chores.”

Mistress smiled. “What did your mom say to that?”

“She said she’d love to meet you.”

“She’s comfortable with you being my servant girl?”

“She’s happy that I’ve met a woman whom I love.”

“I would love to meet her.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Tell her to come by next Saturday at noon for lunch.”

***

The day my mother was to visit Mistress Florence, I spent the morning doing the laundry and vacuuming. When my mom arrived I answered the doorbell.

“A dress?” Mom said, surprised.

“Mistress prefers me to do my chores wearing a pretty dress.”

“I can see that. And you have a large bosom.”

“My bra is D cup.”

“You’re wearing a crinoline too, I see.”

“Mistress prefers that I have full skirts with A-line dresses.”

“It’s a cute outfit.”

“I love dressing up for Mistress.”

“You are very pretty in it, Greg.”

“Being pretty for my Mistress is my favorite thing.”

“You really have drunk the Kool Aid haven’t you?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Forget about it.”

“Let me take you to Mistress. I’m preparing lunch for you and Mistress on the outside garden.”

“Lovely, Greg.”

I took Mom to meet Mistress. If there was any awkwardness in the situation I didn’t see it. Mistress greeted my mom enthusiastically. The menu was corned beef sandwiches on rye and iced tea which I went to prepare in the kitchen.

When I returned to serve lunch carrying a large tray, I was surprised when my mom greeted me saying, “Come with me Greg. I’m taking you from the clutches of Florence. Enough with this ridiculous game of yours!”

I was shocked and horrified when Mom got up and motioned for me to follow her. “Take off that outfit and come with me.”

I looked at Mistress and her face was inscrutable. I looked at my mom who was impatiently waiting for me to follow her. My mom said, “I am waiting, Greg,” in a stern voice.

Mistress said. “Sit down on the floor next to my legs and put your head in my lap.”

I sank to the floor at Mistress’s feet and put my head in her lap. She placed her hand on my cheek and gently patted me like I was her dog.

“Greg!” my mom said angrily. “Come with me!” but I didn’t move a muscle.

After a minute mom returned to her seat next to Mistress. Suddenly she and Mistress broke into laughter. “See what I told you,” Mistress said to my mom. “I truly own your son. There was no possibility that he wouldn’t obey my order. I own him completely. He’s been brainwashed so thoroughly that he’d sooner fly to the moon than disobey me. Even his own mom can’t get him to disobey his Mistress. I am all powerful.”

“I must admit that everything you said about your ownership of Greg is true.”

“Greg is one of those boys who realizes that his happiness depends on serving a powerful woman. He has a natural predilection to require the dominance of women. He only feels whole and truly happy when a woman owns him. In Greg’s case, which is not unusual, merely listening to my audio femdom hypnosis files successfully brainwashed him into knowing deep down inside himself that I do own him. When we accidentally met face-to-face it added another layer to my ownership that I quite frankly had never experienced before. I now own him physically as well as mentally and emotionally.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you mean by owned?” Mom asked.

“Good question. When I say owned, it pertains to when he’s with me. He can still have a life outside of his time with me, but when he’s under my immediate influence he is owned by me. This means that even though Greg has his own body and mind, the reality is that he’s my puppet. He obeys each and every command I give him without hesitation – as if he has no mind of his own. In fact, he doesn’t really have one anymore. I’m much too powerful for his mind and body to resist me. I am inside his head. My thoughts are his, my words are his. To the extent his conscious mind is able to focus, it sees my mind as having supplanted his own in his brain. His identity is lost as he becomes a female extension of myself. As his conscious mind gets glimpses of my female control he gets sharp stabs of pleasure. Pleasure unlike any he ever had before. Far more intense than he can get from masturbation. In some respects its more intense than the few moments of orgasm in sexual intercourse.”

“This is all quite mind-blowing.”

“It’s all about my ability to make him experience what it feels like to be a woman. You see there will always be a sliver of Greg that can consciously understand that he’s me, a woman, and that gives him the greatest possible thrill.”

“There must be a limit to your power over Greg, isn’t there?”

“Part of his training is to make sure he understands that he should never hurt himself. In a sense that limits my power. Of course, I would never order him to do anything harmful. Anything else, however, is fair game.”

“Like what for example?” Mom asked.

“Would you like to see him lick my shoe?”

“No, he wouldn’t do that would he?”

Mistress turned to me and said, “Greg, lick my shoe.”

“You wouldn’t do that Greg, would you?” Mom asked.

“He will, but in this case it happens to be a reward that he will love to receive.”

Mistress crossed one leg over the other and I got on my knees and moved over so her shoe was in front of me. I licked it slowly running my tongue along the side.

“Oh, my God,” Mom exclaimed.

“Put the heel in your mouth,” Mistress said, and I sucked on the spiked heel.

“You have an unbelievable power over him. It’s more than a little weird to see my son behaving like this,” my mom said.

“I can imagine,” Florence said. “But didn’t he obey your every command when he was young?”

“True. Greg was always obedient and very responsive to my commands. It frustrated his dad that he didn’t know how to act like a male, but I secretly enjoyed the fact that he wasn’t masculine. It allowed me to get close to Greg in the same way that mothers and daughters get together.” She laughed. “Greg says he used to wear my clothes when he was a teenager. I had no idea, though thinking back on that time I remember once wondering how a pink bra of mine got placed on top of a white bra, when I was sure the white bra had been on top.” Mom laughed again and said, “Oh, and there was the time that my girdle was folded wrong in the drawer. If anything, I thought that my husband had been looking for the small bills that I sometimes hid among my lingerie.”

“As I said, allowing Greg to lick my shoe is a reward for being a good boy, for being obedient and helpful.”

“Is that so, Greg?” Mom asked.

“Yes, Mom,” I said.

“What do you like about licking her shoes?”

“It reminds me of my place. She’s my all powerful Goddess and I’m only worthy of worshipping her shoes and feet.”

“Let me redirect Greg to my foot which is an even more powerful symbol of his subservience than my shoes. Greg, take my shoe off and unhook the garters holding my stocking and then carefully take my stocking off.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said.

I gently removed her shoe and then reached up inside her skirt and unhooked her stocking and took if off.

“Now, suck and lick on my foot,” Mistress said.

I began by sucking on Mistress’s big toe. I looked at Mom as I sucked until I was so overcome with lust that I closed my eyes.

“You like that, Greg?” She asked me.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned. I began licking the underside of Mistress’s foot. As always happened my arousal escalated to a zone in which I was trapped in an almost continuous orgasmic state.

“Do you see what’s happened to Greg? He’s fallen into a trance of hedonistic pleasure. His entire body is wracked by the happiness and satisfaction he gets from licking my feet.”

“Not all men are like this, are they?” Mom asked.

“No. Most men would laugh if I told them to lick my feet.” Florence laughed and said, “You should see Greg when I allow him to suck on my pussy. Even I have to admit that’s a bit dangerous. Greg gets utterly and totally consumed by the pleasure.”

“This gives me a whole new insight into my son,” Mom said.

“I hope it’s not negative,” Mistress said.

“No, not at all. I mean, for a long time I worried about Greg ever meeting a woman he could fall in love with. I thought his problem was shyness, but now I see it’s really about his feminine nature that prevents him from attracting women – that is until he met you. You’re a dominant, yet also feminine woman, who prefers subservient, yet feminine men who has thankfully given Greg the happiness that had been so elusive for him.”

“I’m so happy you said that,” Mistress said.

As I continued licking and sucking on Mistress’s foot, my desire morphed into a kind of fanatical worship.

Mistress looked down at me, “Greg is in lala land on my foot. How about I demonstrate his craziness for my pussy?”

“That would certainly be interesting,” my mom said.

Mistress stood up, unhooked her other stocking and took off her panties. She sat down again and spread her legs wide. “Okay dearie. Suck on my vagina a while now while the ladies talk.”

On all fours I eagerly planted my mouth over Mistress’s vagina and sucked on it and used my tongue to find her clitoris.

“He sure loves that,” my mom said.

“Yes, this is the best possible treat for Greg. It’s going to make him a bit loopy but, hey, this is such a nice occasion. I’ve really enjoyed meeting you. It’s so nice to know that Greg has a supportive and loving mom.”

They spent a few minutes watching me lapping at Mistress’s vagina until my mother said to Florence, “I have to confess I had an ulterior motive for wanting to meet you.”

“What would that be?”

“The truth is that Greg’s brother and his wife have decided not to have children, so my only hope for a grandchild has been with Greg. For all this time he hasn’t had any woman that he knew well enough to even consider marriage and children, and then you’ve come along. The first woman he is in love with and I hope is fond of him.”

“Oh, I am fond of Greg. As a dominant he is the perfect submissive.”

“Good. You can see where I’m headed. You’re probably my last good hope that I’ll ever get a grandchild. I know that the burden of pregnancy would be yours, but from the looks of things here, Greg would make an ideal mommy for the baby. He looks so cute and feminine in the outfit you’ve given him … anyway, I hope I haven’t insulted you in some way.”

“Hardly. Say no more. I actually find your idea kind of tantalizing. I have thought about having a child or two but never met a man that I could have settled down with. I enjoy sex with men but conflict always arises as to who gets to decide things. As you see with Greg, I make the decisions and that works perfectly for me.”

Florence paused for a minute and continued, “So what am I saying? Let’s just say that I like your idea – that is, when and if I decide I want a baby it would be lovely to do it with Greg. Having Greg impregnate me and then having him be the parent with primary responsibility for raising the child could work for me. Just nine months of pregnancy has to be dealt with and I’ve actually been curious as to how that feels.”

Despite sucking on Mistress’s pussy, I listened intently to the conversation. The two women were talking about a subject matter that was a million miles beyond anything I had even thought about. Sex with Mistress? An unbelievable idea. Being a dad, or something approximating a mom? It was all mind blowing.

“Considering Greg’s subservience to you,” Mom said, “does that mean sex between you isn’t possible?”

Florence laughed uproariously. “I determine whether we have sex or not. Greg has no opinion on that matter. I’m laughing because your son gets a boner every time he does a chore for me; besides the boners he gets licking my feet or pussy. I can easily take advantage of them to get us a baby any time I want.”

“This is so encouraging,” Mom said. “I know that whatever decision you make will be thoughtful and in your best interests. If you do decide that you’d like to take advantage of one of my son’s boners to get pregnant then how will that work? I mean, would you marry him, or keep him on as a 24/7 servant/nanny/dad?”

“That’s a good question. Look, I have no problem marrying Greg if I decide to have a baby. My only stipulation is that we both be brides. I’d get him into a pretty wedding dress. That could be fun.”

My mom laughed, “Yes, that would be exciting.”

Mistress closed her legs and had me stand up. “Greg, would you like to marry me and get to wear a pretty wedding dress?”

“You know I would, Mistress.”

“I’ll get Greg pretty wedding lingerie, and a really sexy negligee for your honeymoon!” Mom said.

“Mom, you’ll buy me a wedding bra, panty girdle, stockings, and slip?”

“Yes dear. But we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves, should we? If and when Florence decides she wants to marry you and have a baby, then I’ll do everything I can to get you a beautiful gown and all the underpinnings that make a bride feel perfect!”

Mistress Florence laughed and said, “I love your subtlety. I must admit that the thought of Greg and I in pretty dresses at the altar taking vows gives me a great feeling.” She thought a minute more and said, “Of course a lifetime of Greg devoting himself to my comfort and pleasure is also attractive. He’s exactly the submissive boy that gets my dominant juices flowing!”

“Well, this is lovely but I’ve got to go,” Mom said. To Florence she said, “Let’s keep in touch.”

“For sure. I’m going to be thinking hard about what I want to do. As soon as I know one way or the other about marrying Greg, I’ll let you know.”

Mom and Florence hugged each other goodbye. After Mom had left Mistress said, “Okay, Greg you can start on the bathroom.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

***

After having cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, I approached Mistress to receive my last reward of the day. Mistress invited me to sit next to her on the sofa.

“As a reward for your impeccable cleaning I’ll let you play with my bra and admire my breasts. I’m so pleased by the way this day turned out.”

She unbuttoned her blouse and put it aside revealing her bra with her substantial breasts. She unhooked her bra and handed it to me. Mistress’s bra was warm to the touch, and the cups were still puffed out from where her breasts had been. As much as I had enjoyed laundering her bras each week, this felt special. Her body heat and the fresh feminine scent that pervaded the bra gave an intimacy to the moment similar to what I felt when I was licking her vagina.

Oh happy day I thought as I admired the intricate lace design of the white bra. This was a sacred object, and I was flattered by the trust Mistress had placed in me by letting me hold it.

Mistress’s breasts were another story. Perfectly formed, full, round, with puffy rose-colored aureoles. I gasped with joy looking at them. Between the bra and breasts I didn’t know which to focus on. I would have loved to feed on Mistress’s nipples. Perhaps a day would come when she would let me.

“I like your Mom,” Mistress said. “She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Most moms wouldn’t be thrilled to find their sons under the domination of a woman.”

“She’s happy that I’ve found a woman I love.”

“Yes, and love comes in many forms.” She watched me put her bra up to my cheek and sigh with pleasure. “You really would like to be married to me?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Why?”

“I could serve you every day. If I did, you’d probably want to get me some new dresses.” I giggled and said, “More than anything I’d love for you to buy me pretty dresses to wear. I love this dress which is so perfect with my crinoline. It would be wonderful to have others! All kinds of dresses: short skirts, long gowns, party dresses. Dresses in pink, yellow, pastel shades of blue and green. Dresses with flowers and hearts and lace and ribbons!”

“It would be kind of fun to dress you up each day.”

“It would be fun.”

Mistress thought a little more and then took back her bra from me. “I’ll see you next Saturday as usual.” She smiled and said, “Maybe I’ll have some news that will make your mom happy. We’ll see.”

The End