Chapter 1: Introduction
"So your going along with this?" Chris asked looking at the expensive gown she was holding. "I thought you would hate it." He was sitting on the bed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Hate it? Why would I hate it? It's not like I'm the one dressing up." She smirked, holding up the gown for him to see. It was a pink that almost hurt the eyes to look at, with intricate lace detailing and a plunging neckline. "Besides, I think you'll look gorgeous in it."
Chris blushed, looking down at his hands. "You don't think it's too much?"
Sarah laughed, tossing the gown onto the bed. "Too much? Chris, this is a BDSM event.
We're not going to a tea party. You want to be a 'sissy princess', right? Well, this is your chance to shine. But I have a few rules." Sarah walked over to the dresser, pulling out a small box. She opened it, revealing a sleek, steel chastity belt. "First, you'll wear this. No arguments."
Chris's eyes widened, but he nodded. "Okay, I can do that."
Sarah smiled, satisfied. "Good. And second, we'll use temporary glue.
Chris locked each piece of the belt on after the steel bra clicked shut he handed her the keys.
"There, I'm all yours."
Sarah took the keys, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, you are. Now, let's get you ready." She walked over to the dresser, pulling out a bottle of glue. "This is the temporary stuff. It'll last for a few hours, then you can take it off."
Chris nodded, excitement bubbling in his chest. "Okay, let's do this."
Sarah handed him the bottle. "You apply it. I'll help you with the makeup and hair."
Chris took the bottle, his hands shaking slightly. He unscrewed the cap, the smell of glue filling the air. He looked at the bottle, then back at Sarah. She began painting the insides of the corset.
"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be in control like this," she mused, her brush moving deftly. "To have someone completely at my mercy."
Chris watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "You like it, don't you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah looked up, her eyes meeting his. "I like the power," she admitted. "But I also like the trust. It's a strange balance, but it's what makes it so... intoxicating."
She finished the corset, stepping back to admire her work.
The corset was quickly pulled tight and for good measure she painted the strings and the knots. Chris began to coat the 7 inch pink stilettos and slid his newly pedicured feet in them. They adhered instantly he smiled he was stuck until the glue wore off. She had just finished coating the insides of the gown in glue as he slipped in it she took the chastity keys and ran out the room.
"Where are you going?" Chris called after her, his voice muffled by the tight corset.
Chris sighed, looking down at his reflection in the mirror. The corset was tight, the gown was tight, and the heels were tight. He felt like a trapped animal, but there was something exhilarating about it. He turned to face the mirror, trying to see the transformation from Sarah's perspective.
"To hide these chastity keys so you dont know where they are" Sarah called from the hallway.
Chris looked at the mirror, his reflection staring back at him. The corset pushed his chest up, accentuating his small breasts. The gown was tight, showing off his slim waist and hips. The heels made his legs look long and lean. He looked like a different person, a woman. He felt a thrill run through him at the thought.
"Sarah, are you sure about this?"
Sarah laughed "you are already glued in princess, there is no backing out at this point."
She walked back into the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She had changed into a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. She looked like a queen, and Chris felt a shiver of anticipation run through him.
"Now, let's get you into character," she said, walking over to the mirror. She picked up a makeup palette, her eyes scanning the selection of colors. "You want to be a princess, right? So let's make you look like one."
Chris watched as she began to apply makeup to his face, her brushes moving deftly. As she worked she secretly mixed glue into the makeup.
She was going to make sure he was stuck in this role for a while. She was enjoying this more than she thought she would. She had always been curious about the BDSM scene but never thought she would enjoy it this much. She was starting to understand why people got off on this.
Chris watched her in the mirror, his eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
Sarah smiled, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. "I'm making you beautiful," she said, her voice soft. "And I'm enjoying every minute of it."
She finished his makeup, stepping back to admire her work. Chris looked at his reflection, his eyes widening in shock. Pink and glitter accented his eyes and lips.
His cheeks were lightly dusted with a soft pink blush, and his eyebrows were perfectly arched. Sarah had even given him a hint of eyeliner, making his eyes look even larger and more expressive. She stepped back, her eyes scanning his reflection critically.
"You look... stunning," she admitted, her voice soft. "But we're not done yet."
"Put this on," she instructed, her voice firm. She held out a pink collar with the words "Cum Queen" and quickly padlocked it around his neck.
Chris's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't protest. He knew better than to argue with Sarah when she was in this mood.
"Now, let's get you into character," she said, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "You're a princess, remember? So act like one, Oh and put these on" She held up a pair of pink bejeweled police handcuffs.
Chris looked at them, then back at Sarah, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You want to cuff me? Really?" Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't get any ideas, princess. These are just for fun. And to keep you from running off." Chris held out his hands, a smirk playing on his lips. "I wouldn't dream of it, officer." Sarah snapped the cuffs onto his wrists, making sure they were tight but not too tight. She gave them a little tug, making sure they were secure. "There, that should keep you in line." She turned to leave the room as she grabbed the pink leash to lead Chris out of the room.
"Come along, princess. We have a party to get to."
Chris stumbled slightly in his heels, but quickly regained his balance. "Wait, what about my hair?" he asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was still its usual messy mop. She quickly put a wig cap and a pink pigtail wig on him after gluing the cap and wig to his head.
"There, now you look like a proper princess," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Chris looked at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes wide with shock. The wig was long and curly, cascading down his back in soft waves. It was a stark contrast to his usual messy hair, and he felt a thrill of excitement run through him at the sight. He turned to face Sarah, a smile playing on his lips. "I look... ridiculous," he admitted, his voice soft. Sarah laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ridiculous? Chris, you look like a dream.
Now let's go before I decide to leave your keys here.
Chris followed Sarah out of the room, his heels clicking on the wooden floor. He felt a sense of detachment from his body, like he was watching himself from a distance. He felt like he was in a dream, a very vivid and very real dream.
As they walked down the hallway, Chris looked around, taking in the eclectic decor of their apartment. The walls were painted a soft gray, with mismatched furniture and an array of art supplies scattered about. The air was thick with the scent of paint and the faint hum of a nearby fan. When they got to the car she lead him to the back seat like he was a police inmate.
She buckled him in and then got in the driver's seat. As they drove to the event, Chris looked out the window, his eyes wide with anticipation. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He was dressed like a woman, his body bound and restrained, and he was completely at Sarah's mercy. It was a strange feeling, but it was also exhilarating. He felt a sense of freedom, like he could be anyone he wanted to be in this moment.
Sarah glanced at him in the rearview mirror, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her voice casual. "I... am" Chris admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I'd enjoy this so much. It's... liberating."
Sarah chuckled, her eyes back on the road. "Liberating? That's one way to put it. You're not just dressed up, Chris. You're in character. You're a princess, and you're at my mercy."
Chris felt a shiver run down his spine at her words. The idea of being completely under her control was both terrifying and exhilarating. He looked down at his hands, the pink cuffs glinting in the dim light of the car. He could feel the tightness of the corset, the pressure of the heels on his feet. The glue had already adhered to his skin making a flexible but secure hold.
He squirmed slightly in the back seat, the tight corset and heels making it difficult to get comfortable. Sarah glanced at him again, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're not going to try anything, are you?" Chris shook his head, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "No, of course not. I'm not going to ruin this for you." Because I have plans for you tonight, princess." Chris felt a thrill run through him at her words. He had no idea what she had planned, but he trusted her. They pulled up to the club where the sign said "all sissies must be bound and keys left to head mistress's control. Contracts to be signed and dated before admission." Sarah turned to Chris, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Looks like we're in the right place, princess." She parked the car and got out, walking around to open Chris's door. She unbuckled him, her hands lingering on his waist for a moment before she helped him out of the car. Chris stumbled slightly in his heels, but Sarah caught him, her arm wrapping around his waist. "Careful, princess. Wouldn't want you to break a heel before we even get inside." She led him towards the club, her hand firm on his waist. Chris could feel the eyes of the other patrons on them, and he blushed, looking down at the ground.
"Everyone's staring," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Sarah smirked, her hand tightening on his waist. "Of course they are. You're the most beautiful woman here, Chris. They can't help but stare." He had never been the center of attention like this, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying. He could feel the tightness of the corset, the pressure of the heels on his feet, and the weight of the collar around his neck. He felt like he was on display, and it was both humiliating and arousing. At the counter he was temporarily uncuffed to sign, initial, and date the consent contract.