Femboy Sissy Slut: Spa Day Surprise? ♕

Something was missing…

Our sex life is hot, and I mean really hot. He serves me unquestioningly, he loves eating me out, and by the end of the night, I always end up holding his arms and pegging him from behind. I love the way he always submits to me and serves me, but I constantly feel the pull for something more. I wasn’t fully sure what I was feeling until I saw it. During a shopping trip, I was walking past a store when something in the display window caught my eye. On a mannequin was a set of lingerie that I didn’t envision myself in, but could see my boyfriend wearing… That’s when I knew I wanted to turn him into a femboy sissy slut.

I have to admit, I was a little overzealous when I got home with my deceptively plain shopping bag. My boy toy was sitting on the couch, his legs curled under him, watching the news. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before… He even sits in a feminine way. 

“Baby, I have a gift for you,” I told him, and his eyes lit up. When he caught sight of the bag, I pulled it away, clicking my tongue. “But first…” I teased, “I have to get you ready for it.”

Femboy sissy slut transformation… start!

I changed into some form-fitting clothes and ushered him into the bathroom. I drew up a bath with steaming hot water and then put a bath bomb in. He slipped into it, seeming a little unsure, but not unhappy. The true surprise came when I pulled up his leg and started rubbing the whole thing down with sugar scrub. I did that all over his body, leaving him nice and smooth. My arms were starting to ache but I knew the prize of a femboy sissy slut boyfriend would be worth my hard work. I had him sit on the edge of the tub. I meticulously shaved down his arms, legs, and armpits. Even his pubic hair was gently shaved away. His whole body was so smooth by the end of it, and my goal became a little clearer. 

I sat him down in a chair and helped him relax, basically treating him to a spa day as I lotioned him. Then I started painting his nails, baby blue, like his gift. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Is this part of the gift too?” 

I nodded enthusiastically. I wonder if he knew that he was soon going to be my femboy sissy slut? Or maybe he just went along out of curiosity. Either way, I’m grateful that he sat still while it dried. Finally, I climbed into his lap, straddling him. His hands rested on my hips, and I could feel his cock growing hard against my thigh. Applying his makeup was difficult with my hands shaking slightly from excitement. Finally, it was done, and I climbed off… now all he needed was the lingerie.

I pulled him towards the bedroom, allowing him to remove pieces of my clothing as he went. He pressed me gently against a wall and kissed me deeply as his hands removed my shorts. When he pulled away, his lipstick was smeared. I laughed, realizing the color must have transferred to my lips. I already knew he would love being my femboy sissy slut. 

His eyes stayed glued to me when I slowly revealed the gift one piece at a time. A bralette and panties, both sheer. Garterbelt, thigh-highs. I could see his excitement grow as he underwent his transformation. His cock strained against the panties as I slid the stockings up his legs and clipped them in place. 

This femboy sissy slut in front of me was exactly what I needed

He looked perfect, more attractive than I’d ever seen him, and I could feel myself dripping down my thighs. I straddled his lap again, then pushed him down and inched myself up until my pussy was over his face. I looked down, seeing his wide eyes and rapid breaths. Adorable. “Be a good femboy sissy slut, and clean up your mistress.”

 

I bet you’re wondering how I could turn you into my perfect boy toy… Give me a call and let’s find out together