The Dominatrix's Trained Sissy

I press the spare key into Gerard's palm and feel the decision settle between us. In these echoing halls he obeys without question, and that compliance has already begun to change him.

The lingerie waits in the drawer, the cage ready to lock away everything he once called his own. I will train him to take what I give, to feel the stretch and the denial until his smooth body knows only my direction. Each signature we sign together pulls him deeper into the role I have designed, and my crimson nails trace the lines of his surrender before I send him home.

He stands there now, waiting for the command that will cross every remaining line. I wonder how much of myself I will lose when I finally speak it.