Digital dominatrix, Finale - chapter 4 (Patreon)

Digital Dominatrix, final protocol - chapter 4

I didn’t sleep well Saturday night. Having spent Friday afternoon with Emma, and most of Saturday either being trained by Mistress or fucking myself with a dildo, it took way too long for me to settle down enough to fall asleep. Then there were the two large breast forms that were still attached to me along with the corset I couldn’t unlock, meaning I couldn’t lay how I usually would. 

Eventually though, I slept enough to call it Sunday morning, so I climbed out of bed and stretched myself out before getting ready to start the day. I was a little shocked when I first came to, having forgotten about the new pink bed sheets and curtains in my bedroom, I thought I had woken up somewhere different. 

I realized as I looked around my bedroom, at the panties and bras that I had left on the floor, plus the maids outfit from last night plus the other female clothes that I had yet to tidy up as well as the makeup kit scattered across my desk, that no one would believe that this was a man's bedroom. Not with the pink bedding and curtains anyway. 

“Good morning, sissy. Don’t forget you have two appointments scheduled for today, both will be travelling to you. The first, is scheduled for eleven am. Please make sure you are available at this time.”

“Yes Mistress.” I replied to the smart speaker as I headed into the living room. Did that mean that I was actually going to have more than an hour to myself this morning? I was actually pretty pleased with this outcome. Of course I couldn’t exactly switch off and forget about everything due to the breasts and the corset still being in place. I took a look at my finger nails and couldn’t help but think that they needed a touch up or a fill in or whatever, and then I got a little embarrassed that that had been my first thought…I was even thinking like a woman now.

Maybe that’s what one of today's appointments would be, a touch up for the fingernails, maybe a mani pedi like last time, that wouldn’t be so bad. At least it was relaxing, for the most part anyway.

As it got closer to the time of the first appointment, I decided to try and find something to wear, of course I didn’t really have a choice in underwear, all I owned were panties now. And with the breasts still in place, I had no choice but to wear a bra. At least my outerwear was less feminine, I was able to get away with baggy sweat pants and a hoodie.

Right on time, Mistress informed me that my first appointment was at the door, before letting her in via the electronic lock. 

I watched as a girl I thought I recognized entered, she looked familiar from somewhere. 

“Hi! Are you Mike?” She asked as she walked in, dragging along a hand-cart filled with supplies. I could see multiple different bottles of some lotions or creams or whatever else.

“Yeah that’s me” I replied, helping her drag her stuff to the middle of the living room.

“Ooooh now I get it.” She said.

“Get what?” 

“Oh nothing. I just remember you coming into our salon before, I was just thinking that not a lot of guys are ordering hair extensions, but now it makes sense. I’m Julie, btw.” So that’s why she looked familiar, she had seen me in the salon before, and what did she say about hair extensions??

“Hey it’s okay.” She said, mistaking my shocked expression for something else. “It’ll be fun to do this treatment for a guy.” 

I let Julia take the lead, remaining quiet for the most part, to her credit, she did keep it professional for almost the whole time. She led me into the bathroom, dragging one of my kitchen chairs with her, before sitting me down with my back to the sink. 

“We’re gonna start by dying your natural hair, I already color-matched it to the extensions so no worries there.”

I hadn’t had my own hair cut since before I started the Mistress program, which was weeks ago now, so it was a little on the longer side, reaching down to my ears. 

“Luckily your hair is pretty fair so the dye will take okay, but we’ll still need to start with a bleach to lighten it up before we apply the blond, do you mind taking off your hoodie? It’s just a little bulky round the top with the hood and I need to get this cover around you…”

I really didn’t want to take off my hoodie, but so far Julie had been professional enough, and didn’t seem to care about my appearance, she was just here to do a job and it was obvious she could see the boobs I had anyway, hoodie or not.

“Oh, yeah. Sure.” I said, pulling the top carefully over my head. I saw her eyes widen when she saw me without my top, taking in the sight of my squeezed in chest thanks to the corset and the boobs were being lifted up by the pink bra, which was one of the only bras I had that could contain them. Her eyes lingered for a long second before she spoke.

“Woah!”

“Yeah….” I replied, red faced and of course starting to get turned on by the embarrassment of the situation. “I know it’s a little..”

“It’s okay! No need to explain yourself to me, Mike. But if I may say, you are gonna look so hot when I get through with you!” Julie said with a big smile. I laughed a little and thanked her for the compliment.

The rest of the appointment was surprisingly not too bad after Julie had seen me without my hoodie. She remained professional as she worked, covering me up with a sheet as she went to work with one powerful smelling chemical after another. Eventually, she told me the dye was done and it was time to apply the extensions. 

I caught sight of my newly dyed hair in the bathroom, it was weird to see myself with bright blond hair even at this length, I couldn’t imagine what it would look like with the extensions in. I kept telling myself that it would be fine. After all, that Thor guy from the superhero movies had long blond hair and everyone thought he was hot….right?

I sat down as Julie worked away on my hair, she folded out a tall standee type frame that had multiple lengths of long blond hair dangling down from it. She took the lengths one at a time and went to work weaving them into my own hair right up next to the scalp. I could feel the additional weight gradually increasing as she worked, until finally, she was finished.

“And that’s it. The extensions are all in place, I’m gonna just give it a quick curl before you take a proper look, so you get the full effect…” She took out a hi tech looking tool that I assumed was a curling iron of some sort and started slowly running it around the hair, twisting and curling in different directions as she did. “Okay, now time for you to take a look and tell me what you think.”

Julie pulled the sheet away from me and let me stand up, I could immediately feel an odd tugging as I adjusted to the new weight on my head. 

I was stunned as I took in the sight of myself with the new hair. It was long, bright and luxurious, falling in waves down to my lower back, curled at the end to give each section a little bounce as I turned my head.

“Well….Whaddya think?”

“....I’m shocked.” Was all I said in response.

“I told you you’d look hot. I mean hell, even I’m a little turned on and I’m not into girls.” Julie said with a small chuckle, did this total stranger just refer to me as a girl? I was all kinds of conflicted as I stared at myself. With my hoodie out of the way and the large breasts now framed by two long strands of hair falling down either side of them, if I ignored my own face, I was incredibly turned on by my reflection…..confusing!

“It’s great, Julie, thanks.” I said.

“No problem, sweetie. Now these should be good for a minimum of six months and wayyy longer if you take care of it right. I’ll leave you a little pamphlet to read but we recommend follow up sessions every twelve weeks or so, just contact the salon if you wanna book anything in. There are some washing instructions in the book so you don’t damage them in the shower.”

Julie packed up her stuff as she spoke and headed out, leaving me flabbergasted at the sight of myself. I decided as soon as I was done with the program I would simply shave my hair short and ditch the extensions. Hopefully my roots would grow out quickly and I wouldn’t have to be a blond for too long. As Julie left, I grabbed my top and pulled the hoodie back on, which pinned my new hair against my back and tugged at my scalp whenever I moved, so I had to go through a rather feminine motion of slowly pulling my locks up and out of the hoodie so that they cascaded down my back. 

It was about an hour later when I was reminded by Mistress of the second appointment I had scheduled as a tradeoff for the housecall. 

“Sissy, your second appointment will be taking place within the next hour.”

As promised, Mistress was soon granting access to my next visitor, another female, this one a little older, with a face that looked very well cared for. At least the supply case this girl was carrying was smaller than Julie’s had been.

“Afternoon. I take it you’re Mike?” She said, with an air of authority about her, it seemed this one was all business.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Very good. Let’s get started, we can set up over here near the kitchen counter.” She walked confidently into the apartment and began taking items out of her case after unfolding it, it looked like a doctor's toolkit of some kind. There was even a syringe in there!

“Okay, so it's lips and lashes. I can see you already had a lip plumper a week or so ago, so it's just collagen today and semi-permanent lashes, why don't you take a seat over here and lean your head back so I can get started on your lashes. You picked out silk, right?”

“Umm, yeah. I guess so.” I replied, she spoke quickly and confidently. 

“Excellent. Silk lashes give the impression that mascara has already been applied, so they're a little low maintenance compared to others.” With that said, she got to work on my eyes, but I was most worried about the collagen.

My lips were already more swollen than usual, but if I wasn't wearing lip gloss or anything then they were passable. With a full blown collagen injection, I knew they would be more than noticeable.

I sat quietly as the technician worked efficiently on my lashes. She was almost clinical as she grabbed some precise tweezers and began picking up small clusters of eyelash hair and applying them to my own lashes.

She explained that these lashes would adhere to my own, natural lashes and would stay in place until the lashes that they are attached to naturally fall out on their own, so at the least, they should be good for two weeks.

“Okay, that’s the eyelashes done. Now to top up those lips of yours and I’ll be on my way.” She said, taking the syringe out of her case and wiping my lips down with a numbing solution. I had to just grit my teeth and take it as the needle pierced each of my lips in turn. 

I could actually feel my lips inflate as the viscous chemical was injected, it was then that I started to panic about what I would look like. With my new long, blond hair and inflated lips and thick eyelashes, my head was now fully feminized and I was nervous to look at my own reflection.

The technician whose name I never actually got, packed up as efficiently as she had set up and left just as swiftly. I got the impression that she wasn’t quite sure what situation she was working with, but she had obviously been paid so the job was done and I was left staring at an almost unfamiliar reflection.

My lips were puffy and swollen (I had been told that they would be worse for the first day or two before settling into their new size.), my eyelashes were much darker and thicker and contrasted drastically against the bright blond hair extensions. With the false breasts still in place and the corset locked around my waist, I would have a tough time passing as anything other than a girl.

I eventually pulled myself away from the mirror and collapsed onto the sofa, wondering what the hell I would look like going into work tomorrow. One thing was for sure, I would certainly not be mistaken for Thor, not with this hair.

‘I’m almost there.’ I told myself, convinced that everything would be back to normal after the program ended. I could shave my head, pull out the lashes and chop off my nails. I would buy myself a whole bunch of boxers and toss out my panties. Maybe in a year or two I would be able to look back on this whole experience as a fun, kinky experiment with fond memories.

Even as I thought about throwing out my panties I felt a small pang of something like grief.

‘I need to wear panties.’

Maybe I would keep the panties….they did feel nice against my skin, and it wasn’t like anyone could see them.

I had to shake my head to get rid of the thoughts. Surely I wasn’t so far gone that I couldn’t bear to even think about throwing my panties away.

“Sissy,” Mistress interrupted my conflicted thoughts. “Now that your appointments are complete, you are required to tidy up your bedroom. You must be wearing one of your maids outfits before you begin.” I should have seen this coming, my bedroom was strewn with discarded clothing. 

I decided on my normal, not quite as slutty maid dress this time and quickly got dressed. As I finished zipping up I took a second to see the full effect of my transformation in the bedroom. The sight of myself in the mirror caused my clitty to push against the cage as a jolt of arousal shot through me at seeing what I had become.

“I’m such a sissy.”

I clapped my hand over my mouth as I realized I had just said that out loud. It seemed the unbidden thoughts that had been swirling in my brain were now starting to be spoken out loud. I would have to get a handle on that the next time I was out in public. Thankfully, my friend pool was pretty thin at the minute.

“Very good, sissy. Now that you are properly dressed, please drop down to all fours and await further instruction.” I did as I was told.

“Excellent. Calibrating. Motion detection set. I have adjusted the motion detection window on your bedroom and living room camera. Until further notice, you are forbidden from standing upright. Now get to work.” Mistress’ cold, emotionless instructed me with zero explanation. Perhaps she realized how used to dressing up as a maid and cleaning house I was now so she switched it up a little and forced me to crawl.

I had done this before, but not with two additional weights holding me down. I could feel the boobs swaying beneath me as I crawled around my room, slowly collecting discarded underwear and clothes. 

It was tough transporting clothing around my apartment whilst on my knees, I ended up just shuffling the pile of clothes along in front of me until I made it to the washing machine. Every movement caused my tits to sway beneath me and I could feel a light breeze on my pantied ass. All of these feelings, combined with the humiliating position I was stuck in and the fact that my hair kept falling down around my face meant that of course, my clitty was trying to get hard in its cage. 

If anybody could see me now….

“I’m a total sissy slut.” I froze in place momentarily as yet another accidental statement slipped out of my mouth. Again, I reminded myself to keep a lid on it and hoped it wouldn’t last too long. 

I spent around an hour crawling around my bedroom until it was just as tidy as the rest of the place and was pretty pleased with my work when Mistress spoke up.

“Well done, sissy. You have completed your task with a total of three infractions. For each infraction you incurred, I will add five minutes of teasing time as punishment. Please locate and insert your butt-plug, handcuffs, and earphones…”

Not long later, I found myself handcuffed to the chair in front of my laptop, enduring the incessant teasing of the plug as I was forced to watch and listen to more sissy themed hypnosis.

“I am a sissy.”

“I long to be locked and controlled.”

“I’m a desperate whore.”

“I need my ass filled.”

“I love to suck.”

I repeated along with the voices in my ear as the plug rewarded me with pleasurable vibrations every time I said one of the humiliating phrases. By the time I was done with the punishment, I was a desperate, leaking mess.

“Please Mistress! Please let me cum!” I begged as soon as the handcuffs were off. I was really feeling like I couldn’t take anymore torment without being granted some sort of release.

“Unfortunately, I cannot remove your cage at all during the final phase of your training. However, you are free to attempt to achieve orgasm via anal stimulation. In fact, it is encouraged.” Mistress replied, much to my dismay.

I looked over to the bedside drawer where I stored the dildo I had been practicing with, ‘it is encouraged.’ Yeah I’ll bet it was encouraged. Could I actually achieve orgasm on my own this way though? I was desperate enough, but if I failed I would only make myself even more desperate than I am now.

In the end, I decided on a shower to take my mind off my clitty. I headed into the bathroom and stripped off all my clothes (except the corset, naturally.) and stepped into the shower. I was careful not to get any water near my head or hair, all I really aimed for were the breast forms. I needed to make sure I could get rid of them tomorrow morning before heading to work.

After about ten minutes of letting the warm water run down my chest, I applied a generous amount of soap and began working into the seams. Eventually, I noticed gaps starting to form as the seams slowly showed signs of peeling free from my skin.

I figured that this would be okay for now, the glue would most likely break itself down a little more overnight and I could shower the rest off in the morning. I dried myself as best I could, corset and all, and headed to bed. Weirdly, the corset felt just a little more comfortable now that it had gotten wet. It was still a little damp when I went to climb into bed, so I cranked up the heating a little before lying down, hoping the radiator near my bed would dry the rest of the corset overnight. 

It wasn’t long before I was falling to sleep as the sweet voices I had come to expect began whispering out from the darkness.

“You are a sissy…..”

—

I woke up early. Too early.

Something was wrong with the corset. It was like it had somehow tightened itself overnight, it felt tighter than before when Miss Emma had tied it off, but that was impossible, right? The laces were locked away behind a panel of leather material….Leather!

I quickly grabbed my phone and did an internet search for the effects of leather when exposed to water. Apparently, leather expands a little when it absorbs water, which is probably why it felt fine after it had gotten wet in the shower before. The problem was, the shrinkage when it dries can be exacerbated, often shrinking to a smaller size than it was originally, particularly when exposed to heat during the drying process.

Great, so I had accidentally shrunk my corset as I slept. There was no point in trying to get back to sleep, plus I knew I would need to finish the removal of the boobs, so I got out of bed and headed back into the shower. After another twenty minutes or so of soaping and pulling, my chest was returned to its unremarkable size. I did my best to not let the corset absorb so much water this time, I was constricted enough!

With the boobs cleaned, I decided to get ready for work, panicking slightly about how people would react to my new hair. I didn’t even own a hairbrush, so I had to try and detangle my blond locks with my hands as best I could.

Mistress reminded me that I had to be wearing the appropriate makeup and underwear before leaving the house. The biggest problem with that was, that I was still required to wear mascara, which meant that my lashes would be doubly prominent with the extensions in place. 

So with a light dusting of makeup in place, thick lips and full lashes, I headed out the door to work. My waist was still cinched tightly by the corset, but I had to keep my shirt tucked in to make sure my underwear didn’t show, so my forcibly thin waist was noticeable, giving my whole appearance a feminine shape.

‘Not long now, Mike. Just gotta stick it out for a little while longer.’ I kept reminding myself as I walked to work. I was desperate to get rid of this program, maybe even fix things with Kate, get back to some normality.

There were a few people heading into my office building at the same time as me, but none of them gave me a second glance, it was early on Monday morning so everyone pretty much had the same attitude.

I walked into the office on my floor to find that I was the first one here, I had actually beaten Emma and Jake into the office on a Monday. A small victory at least. 

I got myself set up and got started downloading the last weeks reports, determined to get my work back on track, I had definitely been falling behind lately. I guess being constantly distracted will do that to you. Around fifteen minutes before the usual start time Emma stepped onto the floor. I expected some sort of suggestive greeting, given that we were alone in the office, so I was surprised to see her at a total loss for words….at least for a few seconds.

Emma stopped in her tracks and took in the sight of me before speaking. “Oh my god! You look amazing!” She gushed, walking over to my desk and stroking a long strand of hair back. “Your hair, your lips and those lashes. Mike, you're so pretty!” 

I blushed at Emma's compliment, I could tell she wasn't just humouring me either, she seemed genuinely impressed by my most recent transformation. I myself was a little taken aback, I wasn’t sure anyone had ever called me pretty before.

“Oh…thanks. I know it’s kind of a lot.” 

“Oh it’s perfect!” Emma said, stroking her fingers through my hair. “You have to let me style it for you sometime.”

“Well I could probably use a little help with that I guess.” I replied.

“Anytime you need any styling tips just let me know. Us girls gotta look out for each other.” She added with a wink.

“Well actually, if you have a spare hairbrush I could borrow, I had to untangle it with my hands this morning.”

“Of course. Walk with me to my car at lunch, I’m pretty sure I have a spare in there, maybe even a few scrunchies or ties you can have.” She said.

“Thanks.”

Emma leaned in close, one hand full of my hair. “Sorry, sissy. But I just don’t think I can wait….” Before I could even wonder what she was apologizing for, Emma pulled my face up to hers and kissed me hard on my swollen lips. 

I felt a small twinge of pain, as she kissed me, but that was quickly pushed to the back of my mind by the intense arousal. I couldn’t help but feel even more submissive as I thought about how I was occupying the female role in this kiss. Emma had one hand in my long hair, standing over me while I was seated while her lips and tongue dominated mine.

When she pulled away from the kiss, I could see a slight flushing of her cheeks, while I myself was a desperate, panting mess.

“God I’m such a desperate sissy!” 

I watched as Emma’s eyes widened, clearly surprised to hear me so willingly declare my status like that. I didn’t tell her that I was starting to blurt out these random thoughts whenever they crossed my mind.

“I can see that you are. But don’t worry yourself, sissy. I’m sure we’ll be able to fix that soon.” Emma said.

The conversation didn’t continue much after that, as Jake had just entered the office, he said his customary hello and good morning to Emma, but stopped and stared when he saw me. It seemed to take him a second or two to realize that it was actually me before he spoke.

“Hey…Mike. Your hair grew.” He said, dumbfounded.

“Extensions. Just trying out a new look, ya know.”

“Yeah, and your lips are…different. Looks nice.” I could clearly see Jake struggling to find the right words to say before he headed to his desk and got set up.

It took me a few minutes to get myself under control after Emma’s kiss, it felt like I could feel the blood pulsing in my lips, like her kiss was echoing across them. When I eventually got my neediness under control. I was able to get some work done, determinedly beavering away at the day's tasks, burying myself in formulas and functions on various different spreadsheets in a bid to stay focused.

It worked so well, that I didn’t even realize when lunch time rolled around until Emma came to remind me.

“Come on, Mike. Let’s go see if I have a hairbrush for you in my car.”

“Oh, right.” I hopped up from my desk and followed her to the parking lot. I tried not to stare at her rear as she opened the passenger door and bent over to start searching through the glove box. I say tried, but really I couldn’t help myself, which is why it was easy for her to catch staring when she turned her head around to hand me something.

“Enjoying the view again I see.” She said, handing me a hairbrush and a small handful of hair ties plus a large, purple scrunchie.

“S-sorry. I guess I couldn’t help myself.” There was no point denying that I was staring really. 

“Careful. Sissy, I’d hate to have to pull your panties down and spank you out in the parking lot.” Emma said with a suggestive smile. 

“...I long to be used.” My reply came, was that I was really thinking? Or was it just a product of my overexposure to this kink lifestyle.

“Mmm, you’re really testing my self control today, Mike.” Emma said, grabbing me possessively by the waist. She looked like she was going to take me right there in the parking lot, and I would have probably let her. Thankfully, she controlled herself enough that we could both get back up to our floor and back to work. 

All I could think about was how I kept spitting out humiliating responses whenever my attention was drawn to something arousing or embarrassing. Was that a side of the effect of all the mantras and repetitions I had been partaking in? Or did it have something to do with the hypnotic voices in my dreams perhaps?

Either way, I would be glad to get rid of them, but at this point…but how?

End chapter 4