Fetish & Fantasy: Feminization Collection

By Sally Bend

This 30,000-word collection is my first compilation of Fetish & Fantasy stories, focusing on the theme of Feminization.

Slip into your favorite pair of panties and allow yourself to step into the stiletto heels of men who will discover the deliciously depraved things they can be made to do in the name of femininity. Find out what it means to be owned by women and dominated by men - to not just be dressed as a sissy, but to be used as a woman.

These stories have been polished, revised, updated, and expanded. I’ve taken the opportunity of assembling this collection to give them more depth and detail, steering them away from the darkness and into the realm of happily-ever-after.

Caution: this Feminization collection is intended for adult audiences only! Inside you will find graphic accounts of Brainwashing, Bisexuality, Crossdressing, Dollification, Enforced Chastity, Female Domination, Feminization, Forced Feminization, Genderbending, Hypnosis, Male-to-Female Transformation, Sissification, Sissy Submission, Strapon Pegging, Threesomes, and more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sally Bend
• Release date: Nov 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005990312

Sally Bend

Sally Bend is a nonbinary author, editor, and reviewer. Although shy and polite (she is, after all, Canadian), she loves to boldly and boisterously express herself through stories that bend the binaries of gender while exploring submissive sexuality.A lover of fetish, futa, feminization, femdom, and fantasy, she is most content when confined in a collar and corset. Oh, and she tends to have an affection for alliteration, in case you haven't noticed!When she's not curled up somewhere with a book and a bottle of Coke Zero, Sally can be found online at http://sallybend.com.

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Fetish & Fantasy: Feminization Collection

Sally Bend

Published by Sally Bend at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Sally Bend

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Table of Contents

Peg Me Pretty

One Night at The DollHouse

Fetish Immersion Therapy

Submission in Suburbia

Afterword

About the Author

Connect with Sally Bend

Peg Me Pretty

The old warehouse on the outskirts of town smelled faintly of algae and sulfur, courtesy of the steel mills that crowded the far side of the bay. It was cold, drafty, and dimly lit. With its high ceilings, cinderblock walls, and concrete floors, the building could not contain the warmth of the small gas heater attached to the wall. The flickering light of its blue flames added a certain ambiance to the scene, but did little to soothe the goosebumps of the young man kneeling on the floor.

Completely naked, his toes and fingers nearly the same color as the flames, shivered as much as he trembled.

The ebony goddess who towered so menacingly above him suffered no such discomfort. She wore a form-fitting black leather bodysuit that hid her flesh but accentuated her curves. Thigh-high boots and soft leather gloves kept her extremities warm, while the high, tight collar of the bodysuit warded off the drafts that might have otherwise invaded the valley of her ample cleavage.

The woman paced circles around him, her six-inch stiletto heels echoing like gunshots through the warehouse with each slow, deliberate, carefully measured step.

When she spoke, the words dripped like honey from her lips. Now that you have learned the basics of keeping your eyes lowered and your mouth shut, I really would like to know what brings you to my lair.

The silence of her pausing before him, one shiny foot extended before the other, was even more intimidating than the echo of her footsteps. The young man at her feet was an unusual specimen, younger than her usual clientele, and more slender – fragile, almost – than the men she usually enjoyed breaking. He looked woefully out-of-place and completely unprepared for what he claimed to be seeking.

His flinch was so slight that most people would have missed it, but she knew he wanted to kiss her boot. She allowed herself a smile, knowing he couldn’t see it with his eyes on the floor, and tapped the toe nearest her face. It was subtle, the slightest of movements, but she enjoyed the way his head shifted almost imperceptibly, his eyes following its movements.

Had he not sounded so sad and so desperate on the phone, she would have simply hung up and blocked his number for having had the audacity to negotiate a discounted session. Most of her clients were well-to-do professionals, men and women – she’d earned quite the reputation as a sapphic sadist – who could afford her afternoon rate. A half-hour session was unheard of, and his request for a student discount was ridiculous. Utterly, patently, ridiculous.

So why was he here, groveling at her feet? She still didn’t know the answer to that herself, but something about him had intrigued her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, not yet, but she had found herself agreeing to an abbreviated session before she even realized what she was saying.

You may speak.

I . . . His voice was hoarse and raspy. She watched as the young man swallowed. "I wish to serve, Mistress Scarlet. I want to – no, I need to – be commanded . . . possessed . . . dominated."

In person, what she had mistaken for fear on the phone was revealed as anxiety. Interesting.

I want to be restrained, he continued, his words coming faster, without the earlier hesitation. Held at your mercy, Mistress, and forced to do all the things I want to do, but . . .

Scarlet interrupted him. But? But what? She never raised her voice, but she sharpened her tone and watched him recoil from its bite. Out with it, boy.

But am afraid to! he exclaimed, the admission almost certainly catching him unaware. I need someone like you to push me. His voice softened as he shifted from anxiety to shame. She wouldn’t allow him that, not for long. To take me beyond my fears, Mistress, and force me to realize my innermost desires.

She softened her tone to resonate with his, creating what she knew would be a subconscious bond between them. And what are those desires, boy? What could be so shameful that you can’t ask for it, but need to be forced into it?

It was adorable the way the back of his flushed red with embarrassment. The color extended up past his hairline and down across the tops of his shoulders. She could only imagine how his face must look. For a moment, she thought he’d begin sobbing, but the heaving of his body was with a deep breath of courage instead. I want to be pegged, Mistress Scarlet.

Pegged. Scarlet brought the sharpness back to her tone. She all but spat out the word. You want to be pegged?

Yes, Mistress.

Her right hand shot out to grab a handful of his short brown hair. She pulled his head up. She forced him to look her in the eye. Drop the euphemisms, boy, and admit to what you really want. She pulled him close, slamming his face into her leather-clad crotch. You don’t want to get pegged, you want to get fucked. You want to get fucked like the little bitch you are.

He nodded against her, the sound of his agreement smothered by the earthy scent of polished hide

You want me to bend you over. She thrust herself against his face for emphasis. Spread your legs, spread your cheeks, and fuck you hard.

He didn’t speak, just sort of mewled with desire as he nodded into her groin.

She knew there was more. There always was. It was why she had given in to her curiosity and allowed him to serve. And what else?

He shook his head. That’s all, Mistress. I swear.

The words were muffled, but she understood. The thing was, his denial had come too quickly, too easily. Had he been one of her regulars, she would have slapped him hard. Perhaps driven a heel into the flesh of his hand until he told the truth. It was uncharacteristic of her to hold back, but she was so very curious about him. She wanted to bend him to her will, coax out those desires, not break him of them.

She would deal with his disobedience later. It was something that could be delayed, given the circumstances, but not forgotten.

Very well. Scarlet unhooked the chain from around her waist and fed it slowly through her hand until the collar at its end was dangling from her grasp, swinging hypnotically before her. Unlike the leather of her suit, which was so perfectly matched to her ebony skin that she appeared naked, the collar itself was a rough, well-used shade of chocolate. She wrapped it around the newbie’s neck, cinching it a bit tighter than she otherwise would have, just to remind him of his place.

Oddly enough, he didn’t seem at all nervous about being restrained. In fact, he seemed to welcome it.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Keep your eyes lowered, she told him, and crawl with the leash. She gave him a sharp pull, nearly toppling him to the cold, hard floor. Watch your pace. Keep yourself at my side. Do not try to anticipate me. Scarlet tugged again and this time he submitted to her lead. Get ahead of me, she warned, and there will be consequences.

She led the young man around the room three times, watching him for any anxiousness or impatience. Despite his initial anxiety, he followed almost perfectly, more like a well-trained submissive than an anxious newbie. She watched the way his face smoothed and his body relaxed with each shuffle of his hands and knees. He was already losing himself to submission. Delightful behavior, for sure, but unusual in one so new.

Scarlet didn’t need to check her watch to know the promised half-hour was already nearly at its end, yet she was in no hurry to move things along. Her curiosity had her as tightly in its grip as she had the boy in hers.

Well satisfied with his obedience, she led him through the doorway and into the next room, where a well-padded, well-used sawhorse awaited. She preferred the cast iron sawhorse in the other room, with its hard edges and cold iron shackles, but she suspected the boy wasn’t ready for that.

She was amused to find herself thinking in terms of ‘yet’ when it was almost certain he’d never be able to afford a second session, but something about him called to her.

They stopped before the sawhorse. It was clear he didn’t know what to do. With an impatient sigh, she forced him over the padded leather. She grabbed his hips and roughly manhandled him into place. It took more adjusting than she was accustomed to, not because he fought her, but because he kept subconsciously trying to help, but didn’t understand where she wanted him. Once