The Femininization of Burt

Shea opened the door to her slave. It was their first rendezvous since his surgery and she was almost as hungry to ravish him as his hole always was for her strap. Almost. His was a very hungry hole after all. Burt stood there with his arms folded and back slightly hunched. It was the stance of shyness that had marked the beginning of this journey. Most likely come back due to the surgery. If only he knew this cute shyness increased her hunger. Drove her lust to hear those small cries of pain and moans of delight.

 

“Slave, take off your clothes and fix your posture.” Shea demanded after ushering him into her dungeon. Not letting her desire overtake their strict dynamic. Once her orders were followed she smiled devilishly at her creation.

 

When Shea and Burt first met it was not Shea who was meant to be the dominant. Burt had been slim and chiseled with a large penis. He would come by and take his stressful job out on Shea and all of her holes. Cumming wherever and as many times as he wanted. But as time went on Burt decided he wanted to explore his submissive side. For Shea that just wouldn’t do-domming a man. She needed a woman. And so over the past few months Shea had created one out of Burt.

 

First they had taken care of that body of his. A woman pleasing to Shea was not all abs and hardness but a soft flat belly and jiggly butt. So they altered his fitness regime and Burt paid for the fat he gained to be transferred to his backside.