I have not posted a story for over 4 months. I have had a lot going on in my life and have not had the time. This idea popped into my head a few days back. It is a forced fem story, If that upsets you please don't read, It is just a story.
"Fifi! Come to the study now".
I hear my mistress calling and carefully negotiate the stairs. The carpet is thick and luxurious my 4-inch heels are not easy to walk in, even after all these months. As I descend the stairs, I feel the air lifting my petticoats with each step. The lace tickles my thighs above my stocking tops.
The petticoats fluff out the skirt on my black silk maids dress. This is made worse by the ultra-frilly underwear my mistress insists I wear. They are lavished with frilly lace, the sort of thing tennis players used to wear in the 1970's.
I catch a glimpse of myself as I pass a mirror on the second floor. I still can't believe that the woman, the maid hurrying past the mirror is me. My mind wanders back to how this started over 6 months ago.
My name was Tony then, I was spending well deserved holiday travelling around Italy. I met Luna in a bar while on Sicily. She was beautiful but sad. I managed to make her laugh and she loved my English accent. I decided to spend my remaining month on the Island. We spent most of that month in my hotel room making love. She never seemed to want to go outside with me. I thought this was odd, but what hot-blooded guy would turn down spending a few hours each day with a Latin beauty?
A few days before I was due to go back home she came to my room crying.
"Tony, I'm pregnant."
I was stunned. I just assumed she would be on the pill. I didn't know what to say. As I stood there thinking of a way out of this situation the door was kicked in and several burly men carrying guns. I froze. Luna screamed and spoke to the men in Italian. One held her, while another pushed a gun in my face and forced me to my knees. Then everything went white as he pistol-whipped me.
I woke with the worse headache of my life. I was hogtied on the floor of a large, lavishly decorated office. A large, angry-looking man. Luna was there weeping.
"Papà please."
"Shut up Luna. You have done enough."
He saw I was awake and directed his anger to me.
"Do you know what you've done? Do you know who I am?"
I was terrified. "No sir, please let me go."
"I am Enzo Barone. I am the head of the Cosa Nostra on this island. You have impregnated my daughter, YOU HAVE RUINED HER!"
He lifted my head and punched me in the face. Luna fought to drag him off of me while he rained down blows on my defenseless body.
"I was going to marry her to the son of another family. Now what will I do, HUH?"
I nearly wet myself as he pulled a pistol from his desk drawer. I knew I was going to die. Then Luna saved me.
"Papa, if you kill him I won't have this baby."
"Why should I care? Stay out this this bambina."
"Papa, it may be a son. A boy to take over from you. Don't you want that?"
I saw him lower the gun, and then look at me in disgust.
"Ok, He won't die. But he must be punished. I will discuss this with your mother,"
He raised the pistol, and for the second time that day I was pistol-whipped.
I awoke in a soft bed. I could hear the birds singing outside. My face felt like I had been hit by a truck. I gradually came to my senses. There was something wrong. I was on a drip. Something was on my chest. I lifted the cotton sheet and screamed, I had tits. They were right there on my chest under a loose hospital gown.
A woman came into the room that I had never met. She looked like Luna, but twice her age.
"Good, you're awake. I see that you've discovered some of the modifications we have had done/"
"You crazy bitch, I'll fucking kill..... " I stopped talking. My voice it was dry and croaky, but it was high-pitched, like a womans voice.
She laughed and said.
"You've noticed your voice now. This is fun. There's more too"
My heart was pounding. I sat up as best as I could. I was so weak. My arms looked thin. How long had I been out? I sat up and saw a catheter coming from between my legs. I lifted the gown and screamed even louder than before. There was nothing there. I was smooth down there, They had taken my manhood.
The woman laughed so much she was almost in tears.
"Oh, this is so funny. I'm sure Enzo will enjoy seeing the CCTV recording. But I'll put you out of your misery. You still have your, what is it you Engish say, meat and two veg? Or is it family jewels?. They are sewn back between your legs. You have done enough damage with them. We are keeping them where they can do no further harm."
What had happened and where I was came back to me.
"Please, please let me go. You have punished me enough haven't you?"
I thought of how I would have to go home and explain this to a doctor and get it reversed.
She gave me a cold smile
"No. Your punishment will last your lifetime. You will be a living reminder to anyone who crosses my husband. This is what's going to happen. You will be a servant here, a female servant. You are allowed three strikes. If you try to contact the outside world or try to escape we will remove your balls. If you try a second time, you will lose your cock. A third, and you end up in the bay feeding the fish. Listen. My name is Maria. I am Luna's mother. From now on you call me mistress. Do you understand?"
I gulped. Tears filled my eyes and I said.
"Yes, mistress."
That was over 6 months ago. They had shaved my head and permanently removed my hair. I wear wigs now, which are glued on for a month or so at a time. I'm blond today but have been ginger, brunette, even pink. I have makeup tattooed on my face and they had done some reshaping on my face. My nose is smaller and cute. They reduced my brow ridge. I passed as a woman easily.
I was trapped. Enzo practically owned this island. Realistically, I knew there was no escape, but I was still a man. I could go back to what I was. I still had hope. The problem was if I tried and failed I would not have that option. The hormones that they made me take every day had me feeling so weak though. They had changed my body and my mind. I often cried myself to sleep. The mansion was like a fortress. It had high walls and was heavily guarded. Enzo had enemies.
I knocked on the door of the study.
"Come."
"You called mistress?"
"Yes. Luca wants to see you in the garage. After he has finished with you" She paused and smirked. She knew as well as I did what Luca wanted and what he was going to do to me.
"After he has finished with you, make me some coffee and join me in here. I have something to discuss with you."
I slowly made my way down to the garage. Luca was Enzo's driver. He was a overweight, often smelly 50-year-old bi-sexual man. He had recently saved Enzo's life by putting himself and the car between Enzo and a would-be assassin. Luca had asked for me as a reward. This would be the third such "reward".
My heels clicked on the tiled floor as I walked to the rear entrance of the mansion. I could feel my stockings brushing against each other. I could smell my perfume. I knew how sexy I looked. I felt so feminine. I knew soon that Luca would be making me feel even more feminine,
I made my way out to the garage. It smelled of polish and petrol. It was a change from the domestic smells and perfume I have got so used to. I wear perfume every day. Now I am so used to it I don’t even notice it. Luca did though.
“Ahh Tesoro, you have come at last.”
Luca was around 50 years old. He had a slight pot belly, and short greying hair. He had what could be described as a “Dad body”. He was wearing a vest and had just been cleaning the limousine.
“You wanted to see me, Luca. Can I get you anything?” I said hoping that was all he wanted.
“Why so cold? You know I love you my dolce fiore.”
I turned to go and he grabbed my waist. Even in my 4-inch heels, he was taller than me. He stood around 6ft 4. My waist was so narrow now. The corset I struggled with every morning made sure of that. Misstress spanked me if I slacked.
He pulled me into his body and I could smell cigarettes, sweat, and aftershave. Masculine smells. I used to smell like that, I thought. I didn’t fight him. It was pointless. He could have overpowered me before the hormones. Now, it would be no problem for him.
He ran his hands up towards my breasts, cupping both of them. His fingers found my nipples. I sighed. It felt good. He pulled down the front of my dress and low-cut bra. My “C” cup breasts spilled out. The cool air felt so good on my nipples. They were very sensitive now.
His fingers pulled and tweaked at me hardening nipples. I moaned and went weak at the knees. He held me up and kissed my neck. I moved it to the side to give him access. I was feeling so turned on. I felt a sensation in my trapped cock. Thank god it doesn’t try to get erect anymore. That was so uncomfortable before the hormones kicked in.
I was never attracted to men, but now? It must be the hormones I reasoned. Female hormones can turn your brain female surely? His hot breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine.
“You are mine, my amate. All mine. Now on your knees. Show me how much you love me.”
I had done this before. I knew better than to refuse. Luca threw an old towel on the floor for me to kneel on. Last time, my mistress punished me for the holes in my stockings. By the time I was kneeling his cut cock was in my face. It smelt of man. It made me want to take it into my mouth. It must be these dammed hormones, a little voice in my head was saying.
I opened my red-coated, plumped-up lips and took as much as possible into my mouth. Luca sighed and said.
“Ohh, you give the best head baby.”
He must have been practicing his English.
I swirled my tongue around the head and stroked the shaft with my hands. He thought I was enthusiastic, but I was trying to get him to finish before he wanted more. He grabbed the back of my head and started thrusting. He pushed too far and I choked. He released me.
“Scusa bambina. I am too er.. sexy.”
He hauled me to my feet and pushed me over the front wing of the limousine, There was no stopping him now. He was so full of lust. I felt a slight feeling of pride. I had made this happen. He was so turned on by me he couldn't help himself. Is this what women feel?
He flipped up my skirt and petticoats and I felt his large hands caress my rear through the frilly panties. It felt good. I suppose when you get no sexual attention any attention is good. His fingers curled over the elastic at the top and gradually pulled them down. He snapped my suspenders and ran his hands over my exposed thighs. It felt good and I opened my legs slightly to give him better access.
What was wrong with me? When this happened before I switched off my brain and tried to go to my happy place. Now I was sort of getting into this. His fingers went between my legs and found my shrunken secured shaft. It felt nice, but it was not as sensitive as it had once been. Then his exploring finger went higher.
After the first time I was given to him, mistress saw me crying because of the pain I was was in when he fucked me. She made me wear a plug from then on. She told me it would help stretch me for next time. I had thought it was a one-time thing, but I was wrong. Enzo was generous with my attentions.
I felt the plug being removed and heard a pop as it came out. I felt strangely empty. That never lasted as it was replace with 7 inches of rampant Luca. He slid in slowly, almost tenderly. It still hurt. He was a lot larger than the plug. I felt a stabbing pain in my gut, then felt his balls on my buttocks. He was all the way in.
He kissed the back of my neck and said.
“Are you OK bambina?”
“Yes, but please be gentle.” I said through gritted teeth.
There was pain, but also pleasure. He started to fuck me slowly. With each thrust, it hurt a little less. I started to groan in pleasure. Had I fallen so far? It just seemed that he was fucking the manhood out of me. I felt my toes gripping my high heels through my nylon-covered feet. The restricting corset around my waist, my bare nipples against the cold metal of the car. It was all so sensual. Is this what it is to be a woman?
He quickened his pace. I let out little screams. .
“Uh, Uh , Uh, Ohoo”
“I retire next year bambina. Enzo will grant me a retirement present. I’m going to ask for you. Would you like that? Eh my bambina. Live with your Luca as his wife. You will make a good housewife bambina.”
He gave three hard thrusts into me and I felt him come. My head went crazy. I had a vision of myself in a wedding dress, then standing in a housedress cooking for Luca. I came seconds later. My legs went weak and I started to pass out. Luca caught me and turned me around. He kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I didn’t fight it.
I staggered back to my room and changed my panties and my uniform. After refreshing my makeup I made my way down to the kitchen to make Mistress her coffee. I couldn’t help thinking about what had just happened. Would months on hormones change a man that much? The thought of being married to Luca had pushed me over the edge. Did I really want that? Was I just suffering from a form of Stockholm syndrome?
I knocked and entered.
“At last. I see Luca kept you busy.” She said, noticing my new uniform.
“You may sit next to me Fifi.”
She had never asked me to do that. I sat down on the sofa next to her.
“As you know the baby is due in 2 months. I think you should have a role in its upbringing.”
I couldn’t believe it. Was she going to let me be its father? Would all this end now?
“You..you.mean I can go back to being a man?”
She laughed.
“Of course not! Such a silly girl. I have been looking at other uniforms for you.”
She passed me catalogs with rings around several uniforms. They were old British nanny's uniforms. She wanted me to be the childs nanny.
“I have even chosen you some new lingerie.“
She showed me pictures of 1950s-style bullet bras, corseletts, and girdles. Even worse were the long-legged old fashion knickers. Again these were covered with lace with large bows around the elasticated legs.
Right now, being Lucas wife didn’t seem to be such a bad option.