-feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ... Here

One by one, she dressed him. Not in drag, but in her . A pair of her own sheer panties—warm from her body—slid up his legs. A satin bralette, barely there, cupped his chest. She applied lipstick to his mouth not with a tube, but with her own lips, pressing a perfect, sticky kiss onto his.

Natalie took his hand, lifted it, and kissed his knuckles. “You’ll be back,” she winked. “We haven’t even gotten to the heels yet.” -Feminized- Natalie Mars- Mistress Damazonia - ...

Marcus swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress Damazonia descended from her throne. She placed a hand the size of a dinner plate on his now-satin-clad shoulder. One by one, she dressed him

“Mistress,” Natalie purred, her voice a chirp of pure crystal, “you called for the Feminizer?” A satin bralette, barely there, cupped his chest

The protocol was ancient. The Ecdysis . A shedding of the hard shell to reveal the soft, the yielding, the true.

“See?” Natalie murmured. “It’s not a trap. It’s a question.”