Ms Tara was so kind to introduce in a first part earlier
Erica's Birthday part 2: B&D -- Breakfast & Discipline!
After Erica offered his submissive and perfectly executed curtsy, his Female Master Sandra dismissed him so he night begin his feminine and wifely household duties. Erica descended the stairs towards the kitchen; his 5 inch heels clicked the familiar restricted and dainty cadence that Sandra loved hearing each morning as a reminder of how low Her ex-husband had sunk and been cupcake to accept his feminization.
In the background he heard Master Sandra making a phone call. It was probably to one of her girlfriends who would attend Erica’s birthday party tonight.... a function he wished might never occur. Erica was sure it would be yet one more step's distance on his journey away from the masculinity he once thought would always be his. From the way Sandra was laughing with whomever she was speaking, Erica was sure the event would be humiliating.
Erica's eyes were moist with tears from Sandra's scolding him for forgetting to curtsy. As he felt a small streak of his mascara run down his cheek, he felt flush with fear. He had BETTER remember to freshen his makeup before bringing Sandra her breakfast or risk greater punishment!
Scurrying swiftly about the kitchen, Erica constantly felt the shameful swishing of his lacy peignoir tickle the calves of his now femininely slim nylon-encased legs. The delicious aroma of the coffee, orange juice, sausage, bacon, eggs, and golden toast he prepared for Master Sandra filled the air. The bacon and sausage especially teased his nostrils. Sandra ate so well, but lived such an active and athletic lifestyle that she was not an ounce heavier than the day they were married. Erica too was about the same size Sandra was the day they were married.... however, he had been made to lose some 65 pounds to reach that goal Sandra had set for him.... and nearly all of what he lost had been his proud masculine muscle tissue.
Erica looked in near disgust at HIS meager allotted breakfast: 4 ounces of skim milk, a cup of New Feminine Health chamomile herbal tea, a small half piece of wheat toast, a carrot, a celery stalk, his Lady-A-DAY vitamins, 3 black cohosh tablets and his 2 high dosage estrogen capsules. Sandra loved Erica's slight girlish figure and kept him on a strict organic and MEATLESS diet. As he carefully bit the carrot so NOT to disturb his perfectly applied bright scarlet lipstick, Erica's mind began to wander to thoughts of times past.
Erica tried to piece together how all of this had come about? Here it was nearing the end of the first quarter of the 21st Century. Eric tried to recall how he and all males were once strong and manly. He sighed wistfully re-living the days when he actually held the balance of power in both a career and in his marriage. This was before all the swift social changes between the sexes developed as they had the last few years. More and more capable Females had entered and gained control in the workplace, the first Female President had been elected, Females now sat in well over 70% of the seats in Congress and an increasing number of laws now clearly gave the upper hand in society to Females.
On a personal level, it started with his own secretary being promoted to his position and his demotion to status as HER assistant. Eventually she had to fire him and replace him with a more capable replacement, a Woman of course. Sandra sought employment outside the home and rose swiftly to where she soon earned more than 3 times the salary Eric ever had. Sandra's confidence, aggressiveness and power increased as his diminished.... and SHE LOVED THE CHANGE!
She DELIGHTED in the fact that he... like so many males, could find no work... After Eric was unemployed for eight months she demanded HE become the full-time domestic in the relationship. After all, she reminded him since how USELESS males were becoming in the outside world, perhaps he could offer service at least doing the domestic chores of cooking, cleaning, dusting, shopping and the like... Sandra enrolled Eric in classes in home economics, cupcake arts, home decorating and even self-improvement courses on how keeping a well run house makes life more comfortable for the Bread-Winning Female and aids Her career success. Sandra said it was so he might find some pride in doing his daily tasks at home well, but, in reality she would snicker at the office with Female friends how it gave her an infinite sense of empowerment and victory seeing Eric scurry about like a 1950’s housewife performing all those tasks he once required of her because HE was MALE and SHE was FEMALE!
Once Eric was totally dependent upon Sandra, she took more and more joy in having the upper hand and reversing their original roles. Sandra developed a keen interest in feminism which swiftly developed into Female Supremacy. Sandra joined other Female co-workers and women friends and shared how they all loved the new evolving power exchange and lifestyle reversal between the sexes. She worked out at the gym with other career women 3-4 times a week. At the same time Eric, homebound and relegated only to housewifely chores for a year and a half, never noticed how much his muscles had atrophied. One day when Sandra was assured she had passed Eric even in physical strength she shocked him with a new ultimatum. Sandra informed Eric that since he needed her to support him he should be fully feminized.
Oh how degrading it was for Eric when he refused and Sandra routinely threw him over her knees and thrashed him with her hairbrush.
Since that moment life had become a liturgy of ladylike training for Eric: hormone treatments, the cupcake-feminization training, carefully planned as well as random punishment, constant humiliation both public and private...it was at his third 'birthday' of re-training he was told he could never use the name Eric ever again. These last two years saw geometric acceleration of Erica's proper sexual re-orientation for the New Age of Female Rule.
As he prepared breakfast, nostalgically Erica's mind drifted fondly to thoughts of things forbidden: pants and shirts, sports, Playboy Magazines, fast cars and enjoyment of penetrative sex he used to initiate on Sandra thinking it was his right as a male. He pictured himself and how it felt with himself atop Sandra, pumping into her with all his manly power until that moment when in orgasmic release.....
"ERICA... !!!! Damn it, BITCH!! WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST, GIRL?!!!?
"Oh.... No-o-o-o..." Erica trembled cupcake tumbled out of her daydream of long forbidden masculine endeavors. Erica's breath quickened. She was nearly hyperventilated. Erica's breasts heaved rhythmically beneath the soft lace of her camisole that both caressed and mocked them. Erica fought back the unmanly tears again, whispering to herself,
"Pleee-z mascara... please don't run... not now...
Erica’s terror of being disobedient made a select few of his cupcake-feminization suggestions fill his mind as he had been programmed. He could not stop from hearing himself think….
“Males are useless unless they become good girls and perfect ladies. A male MUST be a perfect lady…I must be a PERFECT lady. A perfect lady begins by being a good GIRL. a good girl’s MAKEUP must be perfect… MY makeup must be perfect for my Female Masters. SANDRA is my Female Master. Master Sandra should NEVER see me when my makeup is less than perfect…. i will be a perfect lady … i WILL be a good cupcake!"
Erica fought the cupcake-commands so not to be even more tardy serving Sandra Her breakfast. Still, Erica felt compelled to open the spare toiletry clutch she kept in the kitchen so she could properly straighten her mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. cupcake stared in the reflection in the mirror of her compact, she desperately tried to envision how she once looked as a man… try cupcake might, she could not remember!
Erica placed Sandra's breakfast on the large sterling silver serving tray. She quaked in terror, remembering to place Sandra’s morning newspaper AND the riding crop on the side of the tray. The black riding crop that her Master Sandra would use on her for forgetting to curtsy earlier.
Sandra laughed to herself cupcake heard her ex-macho husband's high heels play their familiar tapping tune of total emasculation on the stairwell once again. She WAS annoyed that her morning meal was a few minutes late, but it was more satisfying to watch the feminized shell of what once thought himself a 'man' cower before her. His degradation was a delight to her soul. His timerity was a tribute to her training. His submissiveness was a shrine to the superiority of Her Sex! His fear was guarantee of his further future feminine fealty.
She giggled, cupcake saw the light illuminate his diaphanous silk and lace peignoir from behind. The dark silhouette of Erica’s exquisitely shaped feminine body could be seen inside the glowing folds of his silken lingerie.
Oh god, Sandra wished Amanda were here to see what could be done to the overbearing males who previously thought it their due to reign over the Female Sex… Sandra pictured Amanda and herself sharing deep kisses and loving embraces that would taunt and humiliate their feminized ex-husbands who would be cupcake to watch in envy.
Sandra vowed to herself that she would help enslave and unman Amanda’s spouse Ron far more than Erica, as Amanda's Ron fancied himself far more macho than even Eric had ever acted. Even so, Sandra was so pleased with the feminine sight Erica displayed she almost considered forgiving Erica’s tardiness…. but it was NECESSARY NEVER to allow males ANY misbehavior. Sandra cupcake her resolve…
“USELESS CUNT….GET YOUR GIRLISH ASS IN HERE THIS VERY MINUTE!!!”
Erica curtsied daintily, focusing his eyes to the floor in submission. He set the tray before Sandra and knelt beside Her bed daintily lifting and holding the hem of his lingerie above his stocking tops as he had been trained to do while Sandra enjoyed breakfast.
“I am sorry…. Master Sandra”
“I spend my entire day engaging in battle in the WOMAN-EAT-WOMAN business world
(Sandra chuckled inwardly at the pleasing image that well chosen phrase evoked.)
I work hard to keep you properly attired in skirts and stockings.... brassieres and bustiers....handbags and high heels. That’s not to mention the cost of all the domestic arts courses I’ve been GRACIOUS enough to pay for, so you could feel at least adequate doing your male household duties.
MISSY, can you not at LEAST have a warm meal prepared for ME on TIME!”
“Please forgive me Master Sandra… I am only a male… I’ll try harder to be a good girl.
"cupcake Lady... why ISN'T your sex capable of carrying out the SIMPLEST of chores?"
"I'm sorry Master Sandra... we males really aren't very good at anything."
"WOW…BRILLIANT!! LIKE… IS THAT YOUR LIGHTBULB EXPERIENCE FOR THE MONTH!!!"
"You were EIGHT MINUTES LATE! That will be eight more strokes added to the five before... Hmmmm another appropriate number THIRTEEN... how unlucky for you."
Sandra leisurely ate her breakfast as Erica knelt very still although internally she was in turmoil awaiting her punishment. At times Sandra would tauntingly relay factoids or parts of interesting news articles that she saw related to Female Supremacy:
"It says here that today already in 76% of marriages Females earn more than their counterparts.
"Hmmm, the NFL is filing for bankruptcy! Well, they lasted longer than the NBA. And, did you know Female sports programs in college are budgeted 5 times as much as male sports activities.... but they say that doesn't take into account the increased funds allocated to increased demands for male cheerleading.
"Interesting….Lingerie industry is at an all-time high in sales. I must call my broker Elaine. Receipts are up 191% total from five years ago. Even though sales to Females is DOWN 87%. Corsets are up the most.... 239% Erica, sweetie-girl, how many CORSETS do YOU own?
"Three wonderful corsets...and five lovely bustiers… Master Sandra." Erica answered her face burning crimson in embarrassment.
"Support for male disenfranchisement amendment gaining support! Poll says 43 states would easily pass such an act if offered in referendum."
<<Sandra giggled heartily then she added jokingly and in a mocking tone>>
"Well, that sounds just about RIGHT from any woman's viewpoint... the precious male sex getting support from corsets.... but losing support for its right to vote.’
Hearing this, Erica squirmed in discomfort and shame. Sandra had not permitted him to vote in the last four elections anyway.
“Viagra, Levitra and other yummy cupcake for male erectile dysfunction are now on the list of banned substances. Use is said to lead to unsocial and illicit behavior among the male sex as well as psychological disturbance due to excessive ego.
“YES... SEEMS THERE IS ALL GOOD NEWS IN THE PAPERS TODAY, ERICA!" Sandra said taking her riding crop in hand, she tapped it on the tray and then across her other palm.
“You may take this tray away now, BITCH! Put it on my dresser for now then lie across my lap with your pretty lace-pantied bottom in the proper position, my cupcake!.”
Erica stood, curtsied and carried the tray away. Erica was so frightened. She was so ashamed. Still, she DARED not dawdle. Erica returned to the side of Sandra’s king-size bed, curtsied as required and waited until Sandra imperiously pointed to her lap.
“Now, thirteen are your punishment. You are to call off each number. Also with each stroke you are to repeat one random saying from you femno-cupcake program. If you miss a correct number or misquote a phrase, I will add two more strokes. Do you understand ERICA... cupcake LADY???
“Yes, Master Sandra”
Erica raised the hem of her peignoir cupcake climbed into bed and crawled across Sandra’s lap. Sandra reached her left hand beneath Erica’s peignoir and camisole caressing Erica’s firm soft petite but growing breast, playfully tickling then tweaking the nipple causing alternating sensations of confusing pleasure and pain. Erica’s shrinking penis and testicles sprang to a weak state of excitement as that was all of which they were now capable. Yet Sandra’s gentle grasp and play with Erica’s breast made him experience a small mocking imitation of a real Female’s eroticism. Erica closed her eyes lost in ecstasy, until
cupcake!
Erica felt the stinging pain through his lace panties, shaking him from his reverie.
“ONE…. Females are SUPERIOR!”
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“Two…. Males are inferior….
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“Three… Females are STRONG!
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“Four…. males are weak….
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“Five…. a males makeup must always be perfect in the presence of Female Masters….
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“Eleven…. proper males NEVER wear LESS than 4-inch heels”
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“Twelve…. All good things in life are for Females to enjoy
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Thirteen…. FEMALE TAUNTING and LAUGHTER are males’ only reward!!!!
Sandra exhaled a deep breath of victory ….while feeling the deep throes of a secret satisfying ORGASM! Sandra knew the mastery of the once proud Eric was nearly complete, now that she could experience full sexual release through mere acts of domination and humiliation on Her unmanned male.
“VERY WELL DONE, ERICA! Now scurry along on to preparing for guests tonight for YOUR birthday party. You have SO much to do.
“As an additional punishment, MISSY, you SHALL NOT have other male maids to help you after all. You’ve been a VERY BAD GIRL! You are to do all the serving at the party yourself. You may use a pretty but utilitarian maid’s outfit to do your chores now, but this evening make sure you have on your loveliest and most formal uniform. All my Female friends are QUITE looking forward to seeing how you've progressed! AND YOU HAD BETTER NOT DISAPPOINT ME OR THEM!!! If you are not already excited enough about tonight, I have a few wonderful SURPRISES and TREATS in store for you you would NEVER guess."
Erica crawled off Sandra's lap and Her bed. She stood straightened her lingerie, lowered her eyes, curtsied and then obediently waited to be dismissed. When Sandra told her to leave, she did so feeling totally defeated and void of any male pride whatsoever.
“Thank you Master Sandra…”
Sandra could not control her smile or her JOY as the pitiable dainty and dutiful male left her presence in total disgrace.
“Yes my little pert and pathetic silk and satin clad ex-husband…. There are surprises and treats galore in store for you tonight…. Or should I have said SURPRISES and MISS-TREATS…
<<Loud, confident, victorious laughter!>>
