Cross dressed slavery

She slid two large high heels onto my stockinged feet, and told me to walk up and down on the platform, to get the feel of it. Luckily they were three inch heels, and not that hard to master. I was sure however that I looked like an idiot. Then Leena appeared with a strange leather mask, with a plume of real blonde hair sticking off the top. She shrugged and said, Bondage hood. She explained that she had designed some fetish wear when she was starting out, and that this had been a left-over prop. With exaggerated care she slipped it over my face, fastening it behind my head. I could see through the eyeholes, although they were not that big, and my mouth was visible. My lips were big for a man’s so Leena seemed to think that worked to my advantage.

She was excited by the bondage look and asked me to put my hands behind my back. I did, and she smiled, saying I looked stunning. She said keep your hands there, and she ran off, while I looked at my image in the mirror. I couldn’t help it – I looked ravishing. I stepped off the platform and headed for the mirror. My steps in the heels made me sway like a woman, and with my hands behind my back my breasts jutted out like a figurehead on a ship. I licked my lips at my reflection, trying to keep my excitement down. Leena was behind me with another handful of stuff, saying how great I looked. She asked me to turn around and stay very still. She brushed something around my eyelids, and when I opened my mouth she shushed me while she concentrated. Then she applied lipstick. Again I should have stopped the whole thing, but Leena seemed so happy, and part of me was enjoying this. A large part of me. I looked at my reflection now, and someone else’s dark eyes looked out at me, and my lips were glowing red targets. I licked them again, but carefully.

Great, Leena said, breaking me away from the mirror, Now this belt. I looked at the big clunky leather belt in her hands. She shrugged and said, You have no waist.