On Forced Feminization

A single scene, which I played a while ago with Cupid, gave me a huge thrill because I managed to nudge against one of his hard limits, without going far enough to make him call a halt. Something I really enjoy about domming is going into a space where the sub is not quite comfortable, not feeling totally secure, but not so freaked that he wants it to stop. My over-used metaphor for this is bunji-jumping - subbing is like falling off a bridge, but someone you trust is on the end of that line and is going to pull you right back up. I love the nearness of the edges in that sort of scene.


For Cupid, who is not a classically aggressive 'manly' man, but is very comfortable in his masculinity, feminisation was a hard limit for a long time. I was informed by one of his former girlfriends that she'd never got him to go there either, though both of us agreed that he's pretty enough to look really good when dragged up.


Conversely, I've been playing about with gender since I was young enough to be a tomboy. Then my cross-dressing became was adolescent confusion, then hard-line butch lesbianism, and is now gender-queerness. So for me drag is both routine and exciting. I'm very good at dressing as a boy, and frequently get away with it. So much in fact, that the main problem with dragging Cupid up was finding enough female clothes in my wardrobe to make him wear.


We had played a previous scene where, just as a joke, I made him put on a pair on my pants. They were tight girl's boxers, bought from Primark, with 'I love boy's pants' written round the elastic waist, and a fake button fly. They are tight on me, but an hell of a lot tighter on him, outlining his cock perfectly, and giving me quite a thrill. But that was more fooling around than serious gender-play. I later bought him a pair of the same pants, and occasionally order him to wear them when we meet.



I built him up to full gender-bending gently. He told me some time ago, in the context of a conversation about my gender-neutral outfits, that he'd be interested in trying it.

Then we got on to him being dressed as a girl. He said this was one of the things he wasn’t sure about, being very clear on his own gender, but if I wanted him to he’d try it, since he believes in trying anything. I said, that could go on the back-burner and I would look out for an outfit to fit him.

I kept this in mind for a long time, and when I thought he was ready, I started preparations. I ordered him to bring two hairbands with him the next time he came to my place. I was vaguely hoping to get him worried by hinting that they were going to be used for some form of CBT, so the sudden change of theme would be met with relief, not apprehension.

When he arrived, he followed the permanent rule for him when entering my space, and knelt down at my feet. This process sets the scene, but is affectionate rather than distancing, since it's ususally combined with a face-to-breasts hug. From there, I made him sit at my feet, and began combing his long hair, a relaxing process which we sometimes do while watching television - a time when he usually sits at my feet on a beanbag.

I parted his hair and tied it into bunches with the hairbands provided. This totally changed his face, immediately bringing on the very wide-eyed look he has when subbing and uncertain of my next move. Also, as predicted, he looked very pretty.

I ordered him to strip off, and told him to don him the female clothes I'd got out before he arrived - almost my only obviously 'girly' clothes. I had found a black G-string with red lace - originally bought as a surprise for him, when I was dressing femme in order to dom. Also, I gave him a pair of my hold-up stockings, and a silky lavender dressing-gown arrangement.

While he dolled himself up, I put on my heeled boots, which bring me almost up to his height. They also alter my posture, making me stand up straight with my hips well forward, so I reversed the genders and demanded to be called 'Sir'.

To my delight, he took to girl's clothes without too much difficulty:

He sat on my bed, in a very feminine pose, which thrilled me - he was very quiet and subby, with his knees together and his head down. Then I pushed him down on the bed, lay on top and was quite savage, thrusting against him. I bit his neck hard, then ordered him to ask for more, telling him ‘you love it, you little slut’. Also I bit his thighs, and the sensitive line of his chest between nipple and armpit.

I enjoyed treating him badly, parodying the most misogynistic and exploitative of Male/female interactions. In real life, it's one of the things that makes me angry, but with our roles reversed I felt like I was allowed to turn the tables a bit. (Not that Cupid ever behaves like that even when he's domming. I was exploring my own kink for harshness, and maybe even my misogyny). Ordering him to beg for more love-biting was very harsh, given how hard I was biting him.

I held him by the hair and thrust his face against my crotch, telling him he was sucking my cock, and what a little whore he was to do it. Then – the cruellest bit – I told him to do up his dressing gown and handed him a mug, and told him to get me a some water from the kitchen (next door down my communal corridor). I saw he was on the point of objecting, and prepared myself to drop out of role if it was a safeword issue. But he gave me a wide-eyed look and a subdued 'Yes Sir', and went.

Once he came back, kneeling at my feet again when he re-entered the room, I stopped being harsh, let him undress, dropped out of role and held him. The possibility of being seen by the girls I live with, and the humiliation of being feminized, were as close to safe-word issues as I've taken him.

That scene remains one of my favourite, in retrospect, partly because I was able to unleash a side of myself that very rarely sees the light of day. Normally, I'm too busy concentrating on Cupid to be so self-indulgent while domming, but that night my confidence was high and I let myself go. Also, I'd wanted to test out that particular limit of Cupid's, and I'm still pleased with the fact that I kept him just this side of his hard limit, but well off his usual submissive map.

And did I mention how pretty he looks in drag?