‘I’m only married to him for his money’ then her sexy evil laugh ‘plus he has no idea who I really am and how I make my money or the type of life I really lead, its a piece of piss and I just want to see how long I can milk it before I get bored and leave. Ideally id try and make it last until, you know, i inherit his money’

The thought that this woman, a professional mistress and fetish lady who made some of the most extreme and decadent fetish films was his step mother, filled his head with desire. 

Now more than ever, he wanted her to know about his long secret desire to be feminised, sissified, trained to suck and take cock by a leather loving bad bitch, and he realised he would have to do some very risky things to get it.

Even if it failed, the worst that could happen is she would humiliate him and say no and the more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that because of her background, that she may well help him.

Over the next few weeks he went home more often. Not only was his father away a lot more now, his step mother was insatiable and in high demand so she made the most of every minute. He would dress and cam in his room. He started taking some make up items from her room, putting some back after use but keeping a few items here and there. He’d borrow her leather jackets, boots and panties and other clothes, and return them usually after he had cummed on them and more often than not. Weekends are when he made most effort to be as his step mother and her dom friends or slaves would have very long extreme decadent sessions. He had bought all her fetish domination vids, especially the sissy and cross dressing ones as hers always involved fetishwear, the ones with extreme oral and anal play, bondage, and watersports. 

One such weekend, he had snuck home on friday evening around 11pm, and spent the evening, dressing up in his leather jacket, boots, leather slutty skirt, and pvc crop top. He had applied make up and his wig and got lost in the moment, watching one of his step mums sissy training and hypno videos. He had got a little high and lost track of time and was in a brainless trance, edging, and a methamphetamine high. 

It was the sound of his step mum and another woman laughing along with two male voices that snapped him out of it. He slowly opened his door and creeped to the hallway and stood at the top of stairs. He slowly went down a few steps and with his mind bursting with his perversions and what he knew she was into, he sat on the steps and listened to the party happening in the living room.

The door was closed and music was playing so he couldnt hear everything but he managed to hear enough to get his heart racing. His step mum, and her friend were discussing fetish scenarios with the men for their videos, some very perverse and extreme and he loved how the four would then stop to play for a bit so all he could hear was the sound of them groaning, swearing, the slurps of cocks being sucked, and the slutty sounds of two hot very dom women get fucked by two cocks. They must have been alpha and pervy to be able to fuck his step mum and her friend. Dominant alpha women like those two have a very small selection of men they fuck and that also turned him on as he knew he was never going to be that ‘guy’

He had started edging, and again lost in a fantasy with his step mum, when the door opened. Startled, he panicked and in his panic, he quickly went back to the top of the stairs, hoping that the slight creaks from his footsteps werent heard. As his heart pounded, he realised he had to stay there rather than risk going to his room which they would have defo heard.

The door to the living room, opened more fully, and he could hear his step mum finish what she was saying. He hadnt caught the beginning of what she said and he could see from the shadows on the hallway tiles as they were stood by the door

‘we can maybe meet this week mid week and film it’ he heard his step mum say. The guys responded in agreement and his step mums friend mentioned something about confirming the plans in a couple of days. The four of them hugged and kissed each other, and then the two guys and my step mums friends walked into the hallway and to the front door. 

‘Make sure you get her home’ my step mum said to the guys and then to her friend ‘to make sure her hubby doesnt catch her sneaking in’. They both laughed and said their last byes as the three left the house. His step mum walked into the hallway, her boots clinking on the tiles as she shut the front door.

He watched as she turned around, and headed back into the living room, closing the door slightly but not all the way. He waited a few mins, then slowly got up and almost tip toed to his room. He got the whiff of weed smoke from downstairs, and was nearly at his door when he stumbled on his 7in heels and bumped against his room door. He froze, waiting to see if she had heard, and then quickly opened his door and went inside, closing the door softly behind him. It clicked when it was closed but he hoped she hadnt heard it. He got on his bed and waited in silence and in the dimmed room before he smoked a spliff himself just in case. 

After a few mins, he walked over to his desk and got a spliff from his drawer and lit it. He got back in the bed, booted legs spread as he rested against the head board and smoked the spliff. He was stroking his cock through his leather skirt and thong, trying to keep an ear out for his step mum coming upstairs. He took a drag, and csrried on stroking, until his cock started to bulge. He lifted his skirt and let his thong to the side and his hard cock and balls slipped out. He started to wank, slowly, his mind filled with perverted thoughts, when he heard the stairs creak and footsteps. He quickly switched off his light, and then waited for the sound of her bedroom door shut. After 5 mins, he hadnt heard anything so he assumed he had missed it and that she was inside her room, and turned the light back on and went back to caressing his cock.

He was stroking the full length imagining he was one of the porn shemales and trannies in a vid, when he thought he heard, someone outside his door. He froze, and before he had time to think, he heard her knock softly. He was in shock, as the realisation of being caught, suddenly overwhelmed him and he stayed quiet. 

The drugs werent helping and what he thought was a few minutes were actually just one, and he felt relief and disappointment that it didnt happen. Well it was mostly his own fault for not just answering when she knocked. 

‘I know you’re in there’. His heart jumped out of his mouth. A million things ran through his mind, whether he should just say he’s busy and blow her off or what if she walks in or is pissed that he’s here without her knowledge and sees him all tarted up and dressed. She knocked again.

‘Yes yes im in here’ he couldnt think of anything else to say. Apart from the fact he knew that he was always here when his father was away because of her. 

‘Im aware of that, what are you doing here?’ She said. He knew it was going to be awkward and he resigned himself to the fact that his little secret was going to be exposed to her. He took a meth pipe of the bed, filled it up with some crystals which were in a baggie next to the pipe.

‘I wanted to get some things’ he said knowing how ridiculous it sounded. ‘Sorry i should have said I was coming but I saw you had company so didnt disturb you’.

In his head, he kicked himself again. Two chances missed to just turn everything into the fantasy he dreamt about. He hoped the third time, he would if he got the chance. 

‘I wasnt born yesterday’ She said ‘Im not going to talk to the door anymore, whatever you’re doing in there, I think we both know I’ve seen worse’ 

‘Ok ok ok give me one minute please’ He lit the pipe and took a big deep hit of the smoke from the meth, and exhaled a huge cloud. He looked at himself in the mirror, in that tight leather skirt , make up, wig, boots, the jewellery, his whole look and demeanour and he knew this would change his life in one way or another.

There was no point stalling or trying to prepare her anymore and that gave him a sense of relief, that washed over him. ‘Ok come in’. He said, his eyes on the door, as she turned the handle and opened it.

He waited for her to walk in, the open door obscured him from her for a second, as she stepped past the door and gently pushed back. Her eyes met his, and he quickly looked away in shame as she took a moment.

‘Well this explains a few things’ She smiled. ‘FYI im not even in the slightest shocked if Im honest, because you are your fathers son so I knew the whole thing about you eventually wanted to get married blah blah was bullshit’. 

I laughed, ‘really? I mean this all only really started a few years ago but its kind of taken over my life’ I wasnt holding back anymore. ‘I just can’t explain the change Ive had’ She looked amazing in that moment as he took in her dominant aura and presence. 

‘We can talk about that in a minute, but only if I get complete honesty from you’ She went and leant back against his desk, and took a cigarette out of a packet from her leather trenchcoat. She looked at him, and gave him a look, expecting some acknowledgment of what she said. He nodded his agreement. With the cig dangling from her lips, she got out a lighter, ‘How long have you known?’

‘Known?’ It took him a second to work out ‘oh how long have I known about you being a mistress and fetish dominant? Or that you have company here whenever hes away?’ She was impressed at his start but didnt show it. She exhaled after taking a drag, ‘i see them as one thing but go on’. He took a breath and swiped away his long hair like a girl would, ‘I think about a month after you got married to him and I was going to go home that evening but was too fucked to drive so I ended up sneaking back into my room because there was two guys at the front door talking to you’ He smiled remembering that night. ‘I think that was when I first heard you say that you wanted my dads money’. She laughed, and took another drag. ‘I think you heard a lot more than that’ she winked at him. He felt a rush of excitement. ‘I did, and thats how I found out about your lifestyle, and seeing as complete honesty, you may have noticed some things missing or moved around in your room’ before he could finish ‘yes i know, my make up and my jackets, boots and underwear’ she said, he nodded, ‘I noticed and figured it was you but I couldnt care less about that in all honesty, I just wanted to see how long you’d known’ she put the cig out in the ash tray. She looked at the pipe near it, and the few lines of coke that were there, and used her nails to scrape the coke up and then snorted it from her nail. She winked at him, and he left an urge to let everything out ‘Ive been coming here at least once a week for the last year when you have the place to yourself or when you are having your parties’ he blurted out, ‘Id usually be up here, dressed, camming or edging while you guys played, in fact seeing the kind of guys you fuck, I knew I made the right choice because the guy part of me would never be able to fuck you like those guys’

He was babbling excitedly and just like a dumb bimbo whore would. Everything that had changed in him over the last few years, he wanted to get out so that he could take the next step. 

‘You are right. You were wasting your time being a guy. I bet you had lots of dom fantasies but you spent most the time wanking than actually fucking girls unless you paid’ She laughed, ‘am i right?’

‘Fuck me you are’ he got up and walked to the table ‘more right than you realise’ he said before using a straw to snort the other line on the table. ‘Now I havent wanked or fantasied about fucking a woman in the normal way since, all I think about is being a bimbo whore, and girly things like make up and clothes and cock, being in porn and being trained, escorting’

‘What is your girl name? Or should I give you one?’ She grabbed his hand, and pulled him towards her.

‘I think I want you to give me one’ She was adjusting his skirt, and lifted it up and grabbed onto the bulge in the thong. ‘We need to get this into chastity, Bambi dear’.

The name was perfect, and he loved it. ‘Bambi is the perfect name for me’. She nodded ‘Sounds very bimbo but also like a good name for a hot indian girl’. He nodded in agreement. ‘Now lets take a look at what we can do with the look and your hair’ She inspected his face, played around with his wig by trying different hair styles. ‘Ok wait here, Im going to get some of my make up although ypu probably have it in your collection’ She smiled ‘we will have to get you proper make up as i see yours youve kept like a boy hiding a secret and its not how a girl keeps her make up’.

She left the room and went to hers, and while she was gone, he smoked another shard of meth. When she came back, she bought her make up bag, a vanity mirror, hairdryer, wig holder and some other bits and pieces on the table.

She removed his wig and placed on the wig holder, and then went through her make up bag. She told him to stay still, and then starting with his face, she used some bronzer, and blush to enhance his efforts, and then she blended all the foundation and highligter and powders. Next she did his eyes, adding eye liner, and making his eye shadow look much better, and then removed his false lashes before attaching a new pair properly. She then moved to his lips, making them look more girly and fuller. Once she was done, she topped up her own make up while he was left staring at his face in the mirror. He knew the filters made him look hot before but he never imagined he could look perfect with some effort. When she had finished topping up her make up and lippy, she styled his hair into a sexy glamorous look. Like a high pony tail but with sexy glam slutty look. She gave him some jewellery. A necklace, some bracelets and rings, to accessorise his hands was he was wearing false nails. 

‘Well look at you Bambi hunni, so fucking feminine and slutty and pretty’ She seemed pleased ‘I think you’re going to make a very popular little slut’. 

She motioned for Bambi to get up ‘give your step mummy a twirl’. Bambi got up and twirled around, ‘stick that arse out hunni’. She used her hands to show Bambi how to hold a feminine posture, and then look another look. ‘Perfect, just perfect’. 

‘Now Bambi, my step daughter, I think you and I need to get to know some things about each other. Grab whatever you want from here and meet me downstairs, I dont want to spend the night in your room, until we redecorate it’

‘Yes mum’ Bambi got some cigs, some weed, lighter and her meth pipe while Step Mum went for a piss.