The neon glow of the smartphone screen illuminated Lucy’s mischievous smile as she scrolled through the endless sea of faces on Tinder. Her thumb paused on a profile that seemed to have been tailored just for her: a young, delicate twink named Steven, his eyes wide with innocence and a body so slender it practically begged for her dominance. She could already envision the sweet little things she’d make him do, the way he’d squirm and whimper under her command. Lucy’s heart raced with excitement, and she couldn’t resist swiping right.
Within minutes, the notification dinged. “It’s a match!” The universe had delivered her prey. She waited a calculated interval, savoring the anticipation, before sending a message. “Hey cutie, wanna come over tonight?” She knew the type—eager, hungry for attention, desperate to please. And Steven was no exception. He replied almost immediately, his eagerness palpable through the digital ether.
When he arrived at her apartment, Steven’s eyes darted around nervously, taking in the leather-bound furniture and the whip casually coiled on the floor. Lucy greeted him with a knowing smirk, dressed in nothing but a lace corset that barely contained her ample bosom and a pair of thigh-high boots that clicked authoritatively against the hardwood. He was a tiny thing, barely reaching her chest, and she relished the power dynamics at play.
The first few weeks were a dance of seduction, Lucy carefully weaving a web of manipulation around him. She whispered sweet nothings about how beautiful he’d be with a softer touch, how much she’d adore having him as her own personal plaything. And like the moth drawn to the flame, Steven couldn’t resist. He began to take estrogen pills, eager to please her, to become the perfect little slut she desired. His body responded, growing softer, his hips rounding out, hinting at the beginnings of breasts that would soon be hers to squeeze and play with.
Each transformation brought a thrill to Lucy’s heart. She’d watch him in the mirror as he applied his makeup, his eyes widening with each new stroke of mascara. He was her project, her canvas, and she painted him in the colors of submission. His skin grew smoother, his ass plumper, and his voice took on a high-pitched lilt that sent shivers down her spine. The day he called her “Mistress” for the first time was like music to her ears.
And now, the pièce de résistance was approaching. Lucy had bought the perfect strap-on, a sleek and intimidating tool that she’d lovingly lubricated in anticipation of their first encounter. She could feel her own arousal building as she watched Steven’s body continue to morph before her eyes. It was time to take his training to the next level.
One evening, after a particularly successful photoshoot where Steven had modeled a pair of her favorite lacy panties, Lucy decided it was time. She sauntered over to her collection of toys and pulled out the gleaming strap-on, holding it up for him to see. His eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and excitement. “Tonight, my little twink,” she purred, “you become mine in every way.”
Steven’s breath hitched in his throat as Lucy approached him with the strap-on. She was gentle at first, stroking his soft, rounding buttocks and whispering reassurances in his ear. But as the night progressed, she grew more demanding, her voice dropping to a commanding tone that left no room for argument. “Bend over,” she instructed, her hand guiding him to the edge of the bed.
The moment of truth had arrived. Lucy tightened the straps around her waist and stepped closer, the head of the dildo nudging against his eager hole. With a firm push, she breached his tight entrance, watching with satisfaction as he gasped and whimpered. His body quivered with each thrust, his newfound curves jiggling in a way that only heightened her excitement. “You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, her hand reaching around to tease the small, sensitive bud between his legs….
This is just Part 1! Good things cum to those who wait!