Feminised Objectified Part 1: Femdom Fiction

Feminised Objectified  Pt1

It had seemed like a dream come true when I saw the advert “petite man required for film work”. Looking back I now realise that was a life-changing moment that would cause me to leave my everyday comfortable existence behind for a life of endless torment and humiliation.

But I was at a loose end after recently losing my job and I had always dreamed of being a film star. So without a second thought I sent my details, including all my vital statistics, and I was overjoyed when I got a reply.

I did think it a little strange that the interview appointment was to take place at Waterloo Station. But such thoughts were dismissed in an instant when I caught sight of the two women from the film company. They were both drop dead gorgeous with dramatic yet flawless make-up. The first had long dark hair and what appeared to be a black leather dress and high boots. She introduced herself as Tanya. The other was a redhead dressed in a white blouse, pencil skirt and court shoes with stiletto heels. Her name was Clarissa. Without their heels I judged they would both still be an inch or two taller than me as I am only five and a half feet. However their heels were at least 4 inches high so it felt like they towered over me.

After the introductions we went to a nearby bar for the interview. This was strange too as they asked nothing about my previous experience. Instead they seemed interested in whether I was single and if I had any dependants and they asked about my friends and family. I was able to say truthfully that I was single, with no dependants and I had moved away from my family and the few friends I had would not miss me very much if I had to spend long periods away on set. This appeared to be the clincher and they told me they would like to take me on without delay. We celebrated with another round of drinks. That was the last moment that I tasted freedom. My drink had been spiked and I have only a vague memory of the two women helping me to walk out of the bar and into a transit van before I passed out.

When I eventually came to I was shocked to discover that I was tied to a chair. My arms were pinioned helplessly behind my back and my feet were drawn up underneath the seat and held there by bonds to my ankles, leaving my legs spread wide and vulnerable. At the same instant I realised that I was naked and, on closer inspection, that my body had been completely shaved. It was embarassing to see my poor limp denuded penis sticking out below my eyes. There was some kind of contraption strapped around the base and something sharp was pricking into my balls. I was conscious too of a sharp pain emanating from the fold of skin behind my scrotum. Gradually as my head cleared I also became aware of an object lodged deep within my bottom which was causing my anal ring to pucker as it tried unsuccessfully to close.

I looked around me to see if I could get some clue as to my whereabouts. The room looked very feminine with pink walls, deep shagpile carpet and a dressing table with a mirror and a large assortment of make-up on it. I made a brief struggle to see if I could escape my bonds but it was very obvious that I had been tied by an expert and I was completely helpless.

I started to shout for help and was immediately rewarded by the sight of Tanya entering the room. She had changed out of the outfit she wore earlier and was now wearing a skintight PVC body and fishnet tights finished off with the same high boots with skyscraper heels. I was so taken aback by her appearance that I barely noticed that she was carrying some kind of electronic device and a cue ball.

“Ah my new pet has woken up” she said. I had barely started to launch into a violent protest at my mistreatment when she held up the device in a meaningful way and pressed a button. Immediately I felt a huge electric jolt striking straight into my balls and for a few moments I thrashed about in my chair. When I had recovered my wits she came and sat on my lap and showed me the device. “This gizmo has the power to be nasty or nice” she said. “From now on you only speak when given permission, do you understand?” I nodded vigorously, not knowing whether to say “yes” or not. “And when you do speak you must always address us as Mistress, do you understand that?” “Yes Mistress” I said fearfully. “Now open wide” she said and proceeded to force the cue ball into my mouth. It was a hard job to force it past my teeth and it quickly became very uncomfortable as it filled my mouth. “You must hold it there until I give you permission to release it” she said. “If you let it go without permission you know what will happen” she continued, waggling the control device with a wicked grin.

“You may be wondering about that pain you are feeling down below” she said. “Well we fitted a ring down there after we filled your butt with a buttplug. It’s going to become very useful later on. I would have preferred you wide awake when we did it but there isn’t any access in your current position. But not to worry – at least you get to experience all the other rings I’m going to put in.” So saying she picked up a plier-like instrument and a large needle from the dressing table and drew out my foreskin between her finger and thumb. A sharp bolt of pain shot through me as the needle pierced the tender flesh. I gurgled helplessly and dribbled saliva as she threaded a steel ring through the hole and snapped the ends shut. Seconds later another spear of agony and a second ring had been inserted into my foreskin. “Don’t even think about removing them slave even if you get the use of your hands back” she said, “the two halves interlock so there’s no way of removing them without cutting through the steel.”

She shifted her position in my lap, savouring the feeling of power she had over me. “We’re not finished yet” she said and with growing trepidation I saw her reach for another needle. To my horror she reached for my right nipple and pinched it between finger and thumb. As my nipple engorged with blood she pierced it with the needle. This was a hundred times worse than my foreskin. I thrashed about in my chair but so rigidly tied was I that only my head could move. Only the sheer size of the ball inside my mouth stopped me from blowing it out and screaming. Once more a heavy steel ring was passed through the punctured flesh and the ends sealed shut. By the time my other nipple was ringed I was almost at a faint. She made two more holes in each earlobe, each hole vying with the other for intensity, and just when I thought she was finished, she made a tenth and final hole in my septum. When she stepped back from her work I could feel the steel oval drop down and rest lightly above my top lip. I felt utterly vanquished.

She stood in front of me, hands on hips, regarding me. “Hmm not much to look at as a male” she remarked “but you’ll make a lovely she-male once I’m done with you.” I shook my head and pleaded with my eyes, whimpering through the ballgag. “If you want to be in films we need to do your hair and make-up” she admonished. “I think you need a complete change of style.” She turned my chair to face away from the mirror and, picking up a large brush and box of curlers, she brushed back my hair so that it was straining to come away from my scalp and proceeded to wrap it into the curlers. The whole process took at least twenty minutes and by the time she had finished it felt like my skin was so drawn I could hardly frown.

“Close your eyes” she commanded. I heard a buzzing sound and seconds later she gripped the side of my head and completely shaved off my eyebrows. “Don’t worry” she said “I can draw on a much more feminine pair. But first you need foundation.” She sat down on my lap once more. Keeping my eyes closed and turning my face up to the ceiling, at her direction, I could feel a heavy coat of foundation being plastered over my forehead, eyes, cheeks and chin. Next came lots of powder all over my face with a sensual fragrance of perfume. She followed this with a line of rouge powder on both cheeks and brushed off the excess. Then I could feel her draw on eyebrow lines in black liquid – long, thin and high-arched. Several coats of eye shadow followed and then I was allowed to open my eyes while she applied eyeliner in more black liquid. She coated my eyelashes in heavy black mascara and then glued on a pair of large false eyelashes, coating these in yet more mascara.

“You can spit out your dummy now” she said. But that was easier said than done and it took a great deal of coaxing on her part to prise the ball out of my mouth. Keeping my lips apart she coated first one, then a second and finally a third coat of bright red lipstick on both lips. This was followed by a coating of some sort of sticky substance which sealed it in place. “Open” she said simply and then prised the ball back into my mouth.

“There that should do it” she said as she stood back to admire her handiwork. I could feel my face plastered with layer upon layer of make-up but still I could not see what I looked like. She was not finished yet however. Next she turned her attention to my hands as she coated each fingernail with two coats of bright red nail varnish, warning me to keep my hands still until they dried “or face the consequences.” Finally she sprayed me liberally with more perfume.

“Now all we need to do is wait for your hair to set” she said as she brought over some kind of hot air machine and fastened it over my head. “And I think we should add a bit more security just to make sure you don’t try to run away” she laughed as she took a thin cord from the table and, passing it through the new rings in my foreskin, pulled it down to the strut of my chair, stretching my penis painfully in front of me. This brought fresh tears to my eyes as she tied it off. “You need to get used to this kind of thing” she said “you’ve got a whole lifetime of it ahead of you.” So saying she strode confidently out of the room, leaving me shocked and stunned at my predicament.

by slave maid Sharon

Read Pt 1 here
Read Pt 2 here
Read Pt 3 here