PART TWO HE JUST WANTED TO HELP

[mi****]

After that night after the gym by the car, he started showing up to the gym more polished.
Fresh haircut. Neatly ironed gym shirts. Always just happening to be near Me.

But then he got a little courage .

“Let me take you out sometime,” he said with a shy smile, eyes hopeful, voice a little too soft for a man his size. (You can see he was trying to be a “man”)

I raised a brow.
“Take Me out… as in, a date?”
He nodded.

Cute.
He still wanted to pretend.

I agreed, of course. Not because I believed in the fairytale he was selling—but because I could see the cracks forming.

At dinner, he opened doors. Paid the bill. Complimented My nails like he wanted them wrapped around his throat.

He tried to ask about My hobbies—sweet, nervous boy—but his voice trembled when I crossed My legs and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Are you nervous, or is your little cock hard under the table?”

His mouth opened, no sound
He didn’t answer.
He couldn’t.

But later that night after we split, he texted.

Said he loved My energy.
Said I made him feel “seen.”
Said he’d do anything to spend more time with Me.

And finally…
He confessed.

That he thought about wearing stockings.
That he fantasized about being humiliated.
That he wanted to feel small.
Used.
Feminized.
Ruined.

Said he didn’t know how to say it out loud—but every time I looked at him like he was prey, his whole body ached to obey.

“Would you ever…”
He paused.
“…peg me?”

I smiled at the screen.
I Got Em.
Poor boy still thought this was a date.
Still thought he had control.

So I replied:

“Next time you ask Me out, wear pink panties under your jeans. And don’t bother pretending you’re taking Me anywhere. You’ll be the one on your knees.”

Our next date i put the full Madame Aura on him . He lost his mind…. Shall i continue?

[Mi****]

Yes, post part 3 queen!!

[ga****]

Ofcourse:)

[ga****]

Interesting

[mo****]

Wow love that