Whatever Your Heart Desires Part 2

I had read FemDom stories on the Internet and despised the women's arrogance and total disregard for the feelings of their spouse/lover/boyfriend. This was the man – person – I loved. The thought of adopting those abhorrent tactics to overcome Danny's resistance made me ill, yet I might have to do exactly that to achieve what his heart, and mine, desired. I would not take pleasure in it, but I would not back down, either.

While Danny/Danielle – if, in fact, the two co-existed - would continue to share our marital bed with me, it was a must that 'she' have her own space, separate and distinct from ours. This was a matter of practicality and convenience, if no other. Two women, dressing and preparing for their day or night out, required their own space, to an extent a man and a woman did not. In a romantic context, that was especially true if they were dressing for each other, a scenario I had wholly embraced.

I redecorated one of our guest bedrooms for that purpose. In addition to her queen-sized bed (no pun intended), dressers, vanity, and jewelry armoire, she would have a roomy walk-in closet and her own bathroom. I chose the décor and furnishings, opting for a soft pastel lilac with white accents. I enjoyed making that 'lifestyle choice' for her and looked forward to making more in the future. Let the games begin!

The single exception I made to the 'separate space' edict was underwear or, to be exact, lingerie. I learned from my Domme friends on the Internet nothing is more effective in keeping a sissy-in-training's mind on her new status than keeping her in the frilliest, femmiest lingerie at all times. That was the appropriate place to start his transformation, they all agreed, and it seemed like a scrumptious idea. To insure compliance at first, the sissy's intimate grooming had to be scrupulously monitored and enforced by her mistress, meaning me. This would be a new experience for both of us, but I was determined to be equal to the task.