The Adventures of a Pink Lady

“The Adventures of a Pink Lady“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave a.

In the blog “Stringzz The app, for a big smile on your face!” on our sister site Femdom-Lifestyle.nl, I introduce you to the femdom app Stringzz. Through this app I play with slave a, an inspiring femdom slave (owned by another Mistress). Via the app I can follow him all day, chat with him, give him tasks and of course punish and reward him. There is a lot more possible with this femdom app, so feel free to pop over to this blog or get started with the app yourself straight away. You can download the app from the site.

In this case that is the website stringzztheapp.com. A few days ago I gave slave a the task of writing a fantasy for me, based on his metamorphosis into Pink Lady. If you want to know how Pink Lady came about, you can read it via these links:

My experiences on Stringzz part 1: “I am a worthless piece of junk”
My experiences on Stringzz part 2: “Sissification”

Pink Lady

It was on a Tuesday that I received the invitation to take part in the Sissy and Sluts Party of Mistress Moriah and Mistress Alexandra. It would take place the following Saturday. The invitation insisted that I wear my beautiful new pink bodystocking and the lovely matching pink stockings. Plus, of course, the new pink high pumps that I had earlier been instructed to buy. I thought it over. It had been quite a while since I had worn this sexy pink outfit. I am still exploring what wearing pink feminine underwear does to me as a man. In any case, I am certainly not yet used to the concept. Still, I would definitely turn up on Saturday with my pretty pink underwear under my clothes. That is also exactly what I replied to Mistress Moriah.

Waking up aroused

When that Saturday arrived, I woke up aroused. I walked straight to the wardrobe and opened the box in which I had carefully stored the pink things. Carefully I took it out of the box and carried it to the bathroom. After showering, I carefully put on the pink lace set. I had to stuff my cock and balls a bit into the feminine shape of the bodystocking. Then I looked in the mirror and somehow I thought it looked fantastic on me! Such a big, strong man in such delicate feminine lace underwear. The paradox felt exciting. I felt beautiful in a way that I normally don't. I got dressed in my ordinary clothes over the pink set and filled the rest of my day with pointless activities, until it was time to go to the Party….

Pink high heels

When I arrived at the Sissy and Sluts Party – it took me a few minutes to dare to ring the bell – I was immediately welcomed in by the impressive Mistress Moriah and her beautiful friend Mistress Alexandra. They showed me a door behind which I could undress. Mistress Alexandra immediately noticed the fabric bag hanging from my shoulder: “What's in there?” she asked sternly. I quickly answered that my pink high heels were in the bag. She nodded approvingly and indicated that I could put them on straight away while changing. I walked through the indicated door into a small room where I could change.

My eye fell on a few lockers in the corner and I understood immediately what was expected of me. I put all my belongings, my shoes, clothes, keys, phone and the like in one of the lockers and locked it with the key. A large mirror was attached to the door of the room, in which I could admire myself one last time. I towered high on the high heels and looked at myself invitingly. I thought I looked pretty for a Sissy and Sluts Party.

Key to the locker

And the first thing Mistress Moriah did when I came out of the door was take the locker key out of my hand. She quickly put the key in another safe, with a combination lock it seemed, and quickly closed it. It became immediately clear to me that today I would only get my things back if the Ladies were willing to allow it. I nervously licked my lips; the idea that my things were locked up like that suddenly aroused me enormously. The Mistresses took me to a kind of living room.

There were already four other people in the room. The atmosphere breathed a certain nervousness. All of them were men, dressed in pretty or sexy women's clothing, one even more extravagant than the next, and all wearing colourful make-up and lipstick. I realised I hadn't thought about that at all; I hadn't been prepared for this degree of feminisation. The Mistresses told me to introduce myself gracefully. Swaying my hips, I walked around the room and introduced myself to everyone one by one as ‘Pink Lady’, as Mistress Moriah had instructed me in the invitation. I looked at the men one by one and noticed that they were all looking at me very hungrily. It made me feel a bit insecure, and vulnerable, I felt.

Exciting games

“Let the games begin!” Mistress Moriah soon commanded. From that moment on, all sorts of exciting games were played. Such as a fashion show by all of us to rousing music, or dedicating a sexy striptease to one of those present; another received a good caning, bent forward over a table with his/her skirt and underwear around the feet. Suddenly it was my turn, Mistress Moriah said. I felt myself freeze; what were they going to do with me?

“We are going to play the dice game with you, Pink Lady. Look, here is the die already. There are 3 options, of which you must carry out one, and that one option is determined by the die. Let me explain the first option to you. If the die shows 1 or 6, you suck all the cocks in the room hard. And you make sure that at least one cock comes in your mouth, but not more than one. If that does happen, you will stay tied to this post for the entire weekend and for the rest of the time you will continuously get Mistress Alexandra's whip.”

Bent over the table

I looked carefully at Mistress Alexandra and saw that her eyes began to shine more brightly. I tried to ignore it but, to her amusement, she saw that I was visibly startled. “Option two,” Mistress Moriah continued: “if the die shows 2 or 5, we tie you down bent forward over this table and find the thickest cock in the room to fuck your little arsehole through your pretty lace body. You may keep your high heels on, of course; we'll get a bench for him to stand on.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of those present wiggling his feet excitedly; I guessed he knew he would have the thickest cock of the group.

“Option three,” Mistress Moriah continued unperturbed: “We know you're not very used to your pretty sexy underwear yet and that you have only worn it deep under your clothes so far. If the die shows 3 or 4, you walk outside dressed in only your pink underwear and your pink high heels, to the snack bar across the street, and buy an ice cream for everyone.” I started to tremble at the mere thought; such a great revelation of my hidden femininity, my vulnerability, in broad daylight in a strange street and in a strange shop!

Sadistic smile

Mistress Alexandra picked up a bowl, and Mistress Moriah shook the die hard in her hand before dropping it into the bowl. The rattle of the die in the metal bowl seemed to last forever. When the sound finally faded, I stretched my neck, but I just couldn't see into the bowl. Mistress Moriah and Mistress Alexandra did look into the bowl, almost at the same time. From the sadistic smile at the corners of their mouths and their gleaming eyes, I could tell they liked very much what they saw....

How does it continue...?

Of course slave a has received the task via Stringzz to continue writing this fantasy. Because of course you want to know what he rolled and how this continues... I know what he rolled, because together with Mistress Alexandra I looked into the bowl...

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