Follow The Rules, Pet

A feminization story for your Monday!

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You are an adult male whose day is going from normal to unexpected. . .
You groan as you start to stir, slowly waking up.  What happened last night. . .?
Your memorize are hazy—why can’t you recall what occurred the day before?  No matter, instead you decide to look around.
You’re in an unfamiliar location, sitting in a chair.  You realize that your hands have been pulled behind your back, and your wrists are currently cuffed, as are your ankles.  Where are you, and who did this to you. . .?
“Ah, you’re finally awake.”
Upon hearing the voice, you look up in surprise.  Standing a few yards away from you is a woman wearing a sexy latex dress.
“Who are you?” you ask.  “What’s going on?”
“I am your new master,” replies the woman, walking up to you.  “And to put it simply, I’ve kidnapped you.”
Part of you want to be angry, yell at this woman for doing such a terrible act—and she’s straight up admitting it!  But there’s another part of you, the one that perked up when she called herself your “new master” . . . that part of you wants to hear what she has to say.
She stops a yard away from you, folding her arms as she looks down at your form.  “I will be giving you a set of rules to follow while you’re under my care,” she tells you.  “You will follow these rules to the letter.  If you do not, there will be punishment.  Do you understand?”
You nod.
“Say it out loud,” she orders.
“I-I understand,” you tell her.
“You understand, /who/?”
It takes a moment for you to get what she’s saying.  “Master!  I understand, master.”
“Good pet.”
Upon being called pet, a pleasant tingle runs up your spine.  Fuck, that turns you on. . .
“Allow me to lay out the rules,” your master says.  “Here they are.  Listen closely, as they will not be repeated.
“Rule Number 1: You are my pet, and my little girl.
“Rule Number 2: You serve, obey, and please your master.
“Rule Number 3: You will follow my orders to the letter.  Any deviation from this will result in punishment.
“Rule Number 4: You exist only to please me.  That is your duty.
“Rule Number 5: You will be referred to with she/her pronouns from now on.
“Rule Number 6: You will say, ‘Yes, master,’ after I have given you an order.  You will say ‘Thank you, master’ after I have praised you.
“Do you understand these rules, pet?”
You look up at your master and nod.  She smiles.  “Good.  Then I’ll release you, because there’s a lovely outfit I’d like you to wear.”
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a key.  From there, your master takes the handcuffs off of your wrists and ankles.  “Stand up,” she orders.
“Yes, master.”  You do so.
“Good girl,” she praises you, causing you to perk up.  
“Thank you, master.”
“Now, let me get out the outfit for you.”
She walks over to the other side of the room, where a closet sits, and she opens it.  It’s almost a bit funny: resting among a slew of BDSM wear is a pink, frilly dress, which stands out quite a bit among the other things.  Your master takes the dress out of the closet and walks back over to you, holding it out.  “Put this on,” she orders.  “And remove your underwear when you are changing.”
“Yes, master,” you say.
You peel off your clothing (shorts and a T-shirt) as your master watches you undress.  “Yes, you look fine,” she says, her tongue tracing over her lips.  “You’ll do nicely for my purposes. . .”  You finish taking off all your clothes and put on the dress.  It’s a bit of a struggle—you’ve never worn a dress before!—but eventually you get the idea and put it on over your head, letting your hands slip into the sleeves.
You look yourself over.  The pink dress actually looks . . . pretty nice on you, really.  And it’s honestly really comfortable.
“Good job, pet,” your master says.
“Thank you, master,” you reply.
She pulls down her dress so that her breasts pop out into the open air.  Then she orders you, “Suck my tits, pet.”
“Yes, master.”
You come forward to her left breast, and after a moment of hesitation, you begin.  You start by laying kisses across her boob, gently going around her nipple with your lips.  Then you stick your tongue out, and lap up that area, licking all over it, feeling the wet organ against her beautiful skin.
“That’s it, pet,” your master purrs, bringing a hand behind your neck.  “Keep going. . .”
And so, you do.  You come forward and reach her nipple.  You run your tongue across it first, feeling the texture of it against the organ as you lick.  Then you bring your lips down and latch around it, sucking gently at first, then more vigorously.
“Good girl,” your master says, her grip tightening behind your neck.  “Now for the other side. . .”
You obey her, moving to her right breast.  Like before, you first run kisses across it, and lick it to build up to what you’re about to do.  Your tongue finds her nipple and this time, you swirl around it, lapping it up before you suck.  And when you suck, you suck hard.
“Enough,” your master orders, and you immediately stop, lifting your head from your breasts.  Crap, did you do something wrong?  Did you mess up?
Then you meet her eyes, see the smile on her face, and your body fills with relief.   “That was absolutely splendid,” your master says, reaching out and petting your hair.  You lean into the pets, eagerly receiving them.  “Good job, girl.”
“Thank you, master,” you say to her.
She just looks over you.
“Now, I wonder how else we can play. . .?”