Stories from the Kastle

A very nervous Colin met Delia in the pub that night, bought her a drink, and sat down to talk with her, conscious of the fact that the bar was busy. “What do you have in mind for tonight- I hardly know you, and…” “That’s okay, Colin; the fact is, I know you, I know what you like, you want. It’s now just a matter of fleshing out the details. You see, Colin, I can fulfil your wildest dreams, and at the same time you can pander to my needs… and demands”. “What do you mean”, asked Colin. “It’s not the time or place for discussion. Suffice to say, you will not come to any harm; rather, Mistress Delia will provide you with relief, unleash your deepest desires and allow you to live the life you secretly crave. Enough; we’ll discuss the details at my house...

Mistress Delia sat opposite Colin on the train. She did not speak; instead, she removed her shoes at different times and stroked her feet, watching Colin’s reaction. Beads of sweat appeared as he looked longingly at each foot. He imagined he could smell the sweet fragrance of Delia’s foot odour. He stiffened as the thought aroused him, and placed his hands across his lap. Delia saw this unfold, and beamed a satisfied smile in his direction, safe in the knowledge that her hunch about his fetish(es) was accurate. Her instincts about male perversions were uncannily accurate, she thought. She would have fun with this young man; tonight, she would discover the extent of his perverse desires. She was sure they ran deep in his psyche.

Once home, Delia engaged in small talk, whilst Colin quickly drank most of a bottle of wine that she had opened. A little later, the conversation became more serious. Colin was much more relaxed- the wine had had the desired effect. “It’s quite obvious that you are a foot fetishist; that is, it is your strong desire to pay homage to the stockinged feet of women, with your tongue”. “Not at all”, Colin pleaded. Again, he was silenced by a gesture from Delia. “Tell me the truth; I already know it, but I need to hear you admit it. You will then inform me of all your other disgusting habits- no lies, no denials. Every one of your pathetic male perversions. Then I will inform you of my plans for you, my little submissive male freak”.

Colin thought of all the times he had dreamed of this scenario, cock in hand, dressed in his sister’s friends’ undies and stockings, freakish make-up covering his face (he needed lessons, badly!). He fell silent for a moment, then, “Okay, alright. How do you know? It’s my secret…” “It was so obvious, Colin; perhaps not to every girl, but I could tell straight away, as easily as reading your mind”. Colin almost sobbed. “Don’t worry. I will unleash your secret longings. In time, you will realise the rightful power a woman has over males, and be so grateful for it. Now relax; tell me of your fantasies. But first, I will say what I have in store for you. Colin, you will become my personal housemaid. You will be fully feminised. I have a lovely uniform in mind for you. Aside from cleaning this house, you will attend small dinner parties for my friends; friends who will use you as I see fit. Don’t worry; they will not expose you. They seek only to be the recipients of pleasure from you, in which ever form I decide. You face much humiliation, Colin. I time, you will grow to enjoy it in all its forms. For instance, I will now address you as melissa. It is your sissy name. You will not be made to do anything against your will, melissa. Rather, as you become accustomed to being at service to me, you will want to please me. No harm will come of you. melissa took a very long, deep breath. She was about to commit herself as a submissive sissy maid to a Female Mistress. She felt a strange, unburdening, a relief that her secret life would now be played out as Mistress Delia saw fit.