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The feminization to become a TV girl went on for months. Every week the slave comes as a TV girl to her handsome master who trains her to be a real servant and not a real wife. Slave realized early on that he had something special as he was more interested in beautiful women's clothes than football, computer games and cars. She loved browsing the women's section of department stores and seeing frilly dresses and pink tops with pearls. As a teenager, things took a turn for the worse when she began secretly testing her mother's makeup and stealing nails to try them on. He wasn't gay because he liked to kiss girls, but his favorite thing was to wear his other girlfriends clothes when he wasn't at home. He didn't dare tell any of them about his passion. What would he say if he looked like a man dressed as a woman? After living alone for a while, she started shopping for women's clothes. The first lingerie was hidden in a box in the attic. Then she added nylon stockings, which she found especially attractive because the material was so nice and smooth. He started shaving his legs regularly and liked wearing braces. He felt comfortable as a man wearing women's clothes. The collection of nylon stockings continued to grow and the first pumps were soon added. Even though the heel was quite low at 3 cm, she was able to walk well in those shoes in her apartment. It was a very beautiful time for him because he was showing who he was, but as a man dressed as a woman, he felt very alone. When she met her future husband, she stopped and threw away the box and its contents. It wasn't until many years later that his everyday life - his children, his job, his home, his relationships - was in his hands. He realized that he was always missing something. He married and started a family, but was tragically unhappy. So that's what happened. The marriage failed and he was single again. Then she began to care for another person inside her who wanted to dress like a woman, buy another pair of panties, and feel a thrill she hadn't felt in a long time. Just wearing lingerie turned him on so much that he couldn't help but have an orgasm. Thanks to the Internet, he managed to find terms that marked his differences: transvestite, servant, television. She soon met a boss who impressed her so much that she signed up to become a TV actress. He took it with him. Princess Rasaya was as elegant, noble and feminine as he had imagined. She was slim and tall with long hair that she usually wore in braids. He often wore elegant suits that never went out of style and real nylons that he couldn't get enough of. Leather was rarely worn, but when it was, it was a long leather skirt or leather pants that looked luxurious rather than fetishistic. Rasaya knew what a woman did, so she was the right owner to further develop her feminization. Because now she knew she wanted to develop her feminine side and become a little maid. She learned to dress like a TV girl with her mistress. Following her instructions, she purchased a simple yet distinctive maid's dress. Black with a white apron, knee length and not baggy, but too short for a TV girl. It moves optimally. Later she learned to walk in high heels. Wearing high heels, the training started slowly, 5 cm at a time. But he thought it was too high! Tomboys do not have the female experience of walking safely in high heels! The master continued to take her up and down until he mastered her. Then the heels were increased further and high heel training began again. Sometimes she got desperate and wanted to stop feminizing because walking in high heels was too difficult. But after a few weeks, she was able to safely walk in 10cm high heels and serve her master. Because Mrs. Rasaya not only taught her to wear heels, she also taught her cleaning duties. I had to do the laundry, clean the house and mop the floor. It always went well with her nylon maid dresses and shoes. Gradually she learned to apply make-up, but Madam Rasaya herself rarely wore make-up and only learned subtle make-up. She always said she wanted to be a maid and not a prostitute. Of course, everything his master said was correct. He even gave his wife a special haircut and surprised her one day. Although it didn't hinder them while he was working, it now covers his head. Lady Rasaya said nothing, but with a gentle smile she recognized the wig and wore it whenever she began her maid training with him.

During the feminization process, she noticed how her inner thoughts and emotions developed differently, as well as her appearance and movements. She began to think more and more like a woman, if that was possible for a manly girl. The more servant he became, the more humble he became. He always bowed his head when his master assigned him a new task and was so obedient that he was happy when his master spoke to him. Sometimes he left her standing quietly in a corner. Then he was even happier when he got a new job. Then one day, after a long silence, he said to her, "By the way, I'll meet my friends next time."

He was surprised because no one was in the room except his wife and himself. "As a TV girl, you will serve me and them and be as useful as we ask." He waited. He nodded, his head still bowed. “I present you as my servant and expect you to serve my friends as eagerly as I do. can you do it sister He unconsciously raised his head. Not so much because of its mission, but more because of its name. He had never given her a female name before. "I think Sissy suits you well." He replied, noticing her smile. He nodded again, this time grateful for his host's kindness. Only when he returned home did he realize that what Mrs. Rasaya had in mind for him was the practice of slavery. In front of other women. He was dizzy. No one saw him as a man dressed as a woman. She never appeared in front of others as a TV girl. This is correct. He was never allowed to be someone else's servant. Panic gripped him. He considered breaking his promise, but he feared his master would reject him forever. The day of the slave's performance was approaching, and at night he slept badly. She was so excited in front of her master that her knees were shaking and her good high heeled steps turned into pitiful stilettos. He took a closer look at the TV girl's outfit, adjusted his tie on his apron, and tested a lipstick that was too thick. She took a towel and dabbed it lightly, wanting to show everyone that her servant training was a success. Then he took her collar. It was black, made of leather, and had a loop in the front. He accepted this with joy and gratitude and allowed his teacher to do so. Now she was his everything, now she was his sister. A change came over him and he accepted the work instructions as if in a trance. Set the table for 5 people, light candles, make coffee, cut the cake and take it to the table, then sit in the corner and wait. When a girl comes along, his attitude drops.

As they came one by one, he heard their cheers of joy. Looks like the ladies haven't seen each other in a while. He didn't dare open his eyes, but he was very curious. Some voices were loud and some were quiet. As she talked about the latest news, coffee cups clattered and she said, "By the way, this is my new daughter on TV, she's my sister," he thought she'd forgotten him. , tied a leash to his leash and pulled him into the center of the room. He felt his face flush, he felt their eyes on him, he heard whispers and he was scared. He introduced the ladies one by one and was allowed to see them all and had to greet them all. Lady Lilly was slender, almost thin, and wore a latex dress that made her features appear colder than expected. Mrs. Sosu was strong. Very strong. She was shocked when his thumbs played with the ribbon of her apron. These hands sure could hold her! The other two main hosts were two blonde women who had no idea how tough it was on the streets. And now it was his mistress, Rasaya, who ordered him to his knees. She sent her sister under the table and as the first task of her slave show, she forced the TV babe to lick all of her femdom master's shoes. The petite TV girl tried her best to do her best under the narrow table, but was stepped on multiple times by multiple feet, making for a difficult shift even for a fetish friend like her. My sister heard the hosts laughing and enjoying themselves at the table and thought she heard her name. But he was so focused on licking her heels that he didn't understand the conversation at all.

Then the owner pulled the leash and my sister crawled under the table, drenched in sweat. I was embarrassed because he looked very uncomfortable. Of course, Lady Lily got upset and said, "Well, you look completely ruined!" He cracked the whip. Where did you get that all of a sudden? - He looked at Mrs. Rasaya with a suspicious look, his hands in his hands. She nodded and pushed her sister towards Lady Lily. Without hesitation, he lifted his sister's skirt and whipped her. It burned. He was sick. I was ashamed to kneel barefoot in front of all the hosts. The incident unfolded as each of the four masters cared for their sister in their own way and had the opportunity to flaunt their slaves to their heart's content.

The TV girl felt her ass tighten, she thought a hand was going to hit her, she moaned and moaned as the whip continued to descend on her, and at one point she felt a jerk between her legs, making- an even more vulnerable. His masters dragged him, beat him and insulted him with their words and actions. He was then sent to get his wallet. He did as he was told, completely overcome with pain and humiliation. The owners asked for all the money the little old lady had to put into women's stockings. He likes some nylons, but he couldn't enjoy the moment when the ladies touched his stockings. One of them gave another blow to her slave's ass. Little TV Girl Sissy becomes a coffee toy! Great fun, the master laughed and joked, invented new insults and insults, and despite the shame and pain, the slave's penis suddenly began to move under the maid's dress. It was even more embarrassing for my sister! The owner also started playing with it.

After what seemed like endless hours (actually only three hours), the sister was exhausted and her owner, Rasaya, recovered. He released his sister, unbuckled her belt and sent her home. Ready, exhausted, exhausted, but excited by this slave performance and her master's last words, Sissy made it into the house, "Good job!"