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Sylvie's Princess
🕑 Added 2025-05-13 17:05:18 +0000 UTCSylvie was my best friend as a kid – we did everything together and were, in our own ways, misfits at our school. I was a smaller, bookish boy who was maybe a little timid around other people. Sylvie, for her part, was taller than me by a head, outgoing, gregarious and more physical than I had ever been. We lived in the same neighbourhood as kids and had met at a park one day when we were in our early teens. She was playing on the monkey bars and I was swinging when she came over to talk to me as I was getting off the swings.
I immediately noticed that she was taller than me by a head and looked a fair bit stronger. She had the kind of outgoing personality that I lacked but she knew how to make me feel comfortable. She was so confident and tall that I was a bit intimidated but I was glad that this older girl was taking an interest in me. After chatting for a while, I was surprised to learn that we were the same age – I definitely thought she was older than me because she was that much bigger and mature. We talked and became fast friends and that same day Sylvie invited herself over to my house for dinner. I didn’t protest and she was a friendly and animated presence at the dinner table. I think my parents were just happy that I’d made a friend and she was soon a staple at my house just as I was at hers. Our different genders didn’t matter to our friendship: we loved the same things, laughed at the same jokes, and had similar interests. In a small town filled with conservative-minded people who wanted boys to be boys and girls to be girls, we were kindred spirits.
I remember the summer when we both turned 18 years old and there was something of a new dynamic in our relationship. We were both still friends and got along famously but I had begun really noticing the opposite sex and that started to interfere with our dynamic. There were girls in my school that I was attracted to but that paid me no mind. I was always smaller than most of the other boys – I stood a mere 5’5 and had slightly feminine features: long eyelashes, soft features, and a timidity around others. So try as I might to get girls to notice me, they mostly wouldn’t.
Sylvie, for her part, didn’t seem to have any trouble getting guys interested in her but it didn’t seem like she was interested in any of them. She stood almost 6’2 by the time she was 18 and was confident and aggressive in ways that seemed to scare off any of the boys. She wasn’t especially muscular but was clearly strong and probably intimidated a lot of the guys in our school. Her body was toned and lithe but not especially feminine – just athletic. And with her mane of long red hair and her bright blue eyes, she exuded a wildness and confidence. Plus, she had a reputation as someone not to be messed with. Once when a jock in my class was making fun of me, Sylvie got him in a headlock and held him there until he apologized to me. I remember seeing him squirming in her hold, her biceps pressed against his face as she held him there and I felt a strange experience of arousal and confusion as I watched her hold him in place. He apologized and Sylvie made him promise not to bother me again. After that any bullies left both of us alone: Sylvie because they knew she would beat them up, and me because they knew Sylvie protected me.
That summer, we were sitting in her basement bingeing movies and chatting. We talked a little bit about relationships and people we liked at school. The idea of us ‘liking’ one another had never really come up – we were such good friends I think we both kind of just ignored the possibility that we might be into one another – but the thought had crossed my mind. We had both just become adults so the possibility was there...
Especially in these kinds of situations where we were hanging out together so closely and I could see her long, thick legs in her short shorts and her prominent butt. My eyes definitely lingered over the tight muscles in her thighs and more than once I had noticed her small breasts. I had to admit that my best friend was getting pretty hot but I was too meek to do anything about it.
That night we had decided to spend the night going through the Star Wars trilogy. We both loved those movies and had watched them so many times we often quoted the movies to one another. But this time things were a little different. It might have been the summer energy or our awakening new awareness of one another, but there was a new feeling of possibility in the air. I sensed there was something on Sylvie’s mind that she was looking for a way to talk about.
As we were watching the final Star Wars movie, we came to the scenes where Princess Leia is wearing her gold bikini. I had thought about that scene a lot in the past few years and had probably dreamed of, and masturbated to, the image of Leia in that costume once or twice as I was lying in bed. The image of her femininity, her curves, and tantalizing body were very attractive to me. There was something knowing, something sultry in Leia’s eyes that unlocked a part of my being. Sylvie must have noticed me staring at the screen wistfully, tracing the outline of Leia’s breasts and ass because she turned to me and paused the movie.
“Hey, Nick can I ask you something?”
I snapped out of my ogling and turned to her. She was lying on the floor across from me with her head propped up by her right arm. I could see a small bicep popping from her arm as she looked at me and I noticed the veins in her neck. Her neck was feminine but strong and I traced it up to her bright eyes bearing down on me. I don’t know if it was the transferal of Leia on the screen to Sylvie in real life but I was struck by a feeling of desire and attraction towards my friend. I could see the outline of her breasts under her t-shirt.
“Of course.”
She thought for a second, looking away, and then back with a smile. “Well, I was just wondering.” She paused, slightly embarrassed. “Like… what do you think of Princess Leia in that outfit?”
My face went slightly red and I looked away and began to stammer, “Um… well… um.”
She put her hand on mine and I looked up into her eyes. Her hand was larger and warm and I felt safe next to her.
“Nick, it’s OK. You can tell me.”
I exhaled and continued. “Well, yeah, I think she looks pretty hot if I’m honest.”
She smiled. “I wondered if you did” and then continued, “sometimes I don’t know what guys want.”
I replied, “Well she’s kinda every guy’s fantasy.”
She said, “Yeah, it’s weird cuz well.” She paused for a second. “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course!”
She looked up at me and said, “I kinda think she looks hot too.”
I was slightly confused, “You do? How so?” Sylvie and I had never really talked about what she was attracted to. I had just assumed she was attracted to guys almost by default.
“Well look at her. Her smooth, sexy legs. Her curves. She’s a beautiful woman and exudes both a kind of femininity but also, later, when she rebels, she shows how strong she is.”
“Yeah…” I agreed, realizing that Sylvie had thought about this far more than me. It had simply never crossed my mind that Sylvie might be a lesbian.
She looked at me again with a somewhat worried expression: “I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”
“No, of course not. You like what you like. That’s totally fine. You know I’d never judge you.”
She smiled and then said, “Nick, wanna know something else?”
“Yeah.”
“My Mom has that costume hidden in her closet. I think she wore it for Halloween one year or something,” she said with a smile.
“Wow, really?”
“Yeah.” She smiled again and squinted her eyes at me. “You want me to put it on?”
I looked at her somewhat stunned.
She continued, “My parents are out. They won’t know. What do you think? Wanna see me in it?”
My mind was racing. This was incredible. I was seeing Sylvie in a whole new light. I swallowed at the prospect of what was unfolding before me.
“Um… yeah… I mean, do you want to?”
“Nick, you said its every guy’s fantasy right? Then maybe you’ll like it.”
Of course I would like it and I said so. She smiled at me and said she would give it a try. As she was leaving she turned to me and said, “But if I give you your fantasy, you have to give me mine.”
I didn’t know what she meant but immediately agreed. I would’ve agreed to anything to make this happen.
She left the room quietly and I sat there waiting. Turning to the screen. I looked at the image of Leia in her bikini, staring at the screen, a mixture of femininity and confidence. I felt my dick harden slightly in my pants and licked my lips at the thought of seeing Sylvie in a similar costume. Leia gazed back in a knowing, disarming look that expressed the power that she had even in that costume. I could hear her moving around upstairs and then, after a few minutes, she descended the stairs and reentered the room.
“Well, what do you think?” she said, entering the room.
She looked absolutely amazing. Gone was the plucky tomboy, my pal from the neighborhood, and in her place was this tall, strong, sexy looking woman dressed in the Leia costume. I could see the outline of her ab muscles, the power of her thighs, the flexing of her calves, and the definition of her shoulders. She looked so muscular and powerful that she was going to burst out of the costume. Her red hair was tied back into a tight ponytail that she had quickly knotted together.
My mouth was dry with desire and my eyes must have expressed my feelings because she smiled and laughed. She looked even better than the Leia in the movie: it was like an even more attractive version of the character had walked into the room. I had seen Sylvie in various states over the past few years but must have missed just how much she had filled out – she was positively amazonian and the bikini just stressed how strong she had gotten.
“The only thing, Nick, is I can’t really move in this thing. It’s too small for me. I couldn’t do up the bra because my back is too big.”
She turned around and showed me that the bra was hanging off her back and wasn’t done up. Her back was wide at the top but tapered down to her waist. Between her shoulder blades was a sea of dancing muscle that moved whenever she did. Likewise, the bikini bottoms were straining against her round, firm ass. It was too small to contain her.
She turned back around and smiled and flexed her bicep – it positively exploded in her arm, it was at least as big as a baseball. I knew she had muscle but was surprised at just how strong she had become. My eyes betrayed my amazement because I just stared, completely enthralled by my friend’s body. I could feel my heart racing, my breath quickening, and my dick straining against my boxers.
She smiled and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think my body is really built for something like this. But I hope you liked the show.” And with that she went into the adjoining bathroom and came out a few minutes later in her regular outfit of shorts and a t-shirt.
“What did you think?”
“You looked great, Sylvie. Really amazing.”
“But it didn’t really fit me.”
“Yeah, that’s true, but you still looked good. A bigger one would fit you.”
“Maybe but I think the whole idea of the slave bikini is that it’s supposed to be for a smaller, more petite person. I’m kinda too strong for the outfit, my muscles and body are just too big.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“That’s OK though. Those kinds of things never suit me very well.”
“I know, Sylvie. But still, you looked great.”
“Thanks…” she paused and looked at me. She put her hand over mine and gazed deep into my eyes.
“But you know…”
Where was this going?
“What?”
“Well, to be honest…”
“Yes?”
“To be honest, I think it would better suit someone … well… your size.”
She let the idea hang in the air a bit. I stumbled to say something before she said, “You did say that if I gave you your fantasy, you would give me mine.” She looked at me with a suggestive smile and then said, “Please, Nikki. Would you show me what it looks like on you?”
She occasionally called me Nikki in a teasing way but this time she added emphasis to the name.
I felt a rush of embarrassment and confusion. The idea of me wearing something like that was crazy but there was a small part of me that wanted to try it.
“No way, Sylvie. That would be humiliating.”
“Why, Nick? Come on! I just told you one of my secrets.”
“Yeah but…”
“And besides, you said you’d never judge, and that people like what they like and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“OK but…”
“I won’t judge you! Maybe you’ll like it.”
“I don’t think I will.”
She paused and pulled her hand away. “Hey, I dressed up for you. What’s the big deal? Can’t you return the favor?”
I could tell she was feeling offended, or at least playing that she was. Her reasoning had me surrounded – I had no choice.
“OK, Sylvie. But only if you promise never to tell anyone about this.”
Her smile burst across her face. “Yay! Come on Nikki! Show me how good you look.”
I stood up, went up to the bathroom and took a deep breath before opening the door. The costume was hanging from the towel rack, shimmering and tiny. I looked at myself in the mirror and took off my shirt and shorts. Surveying my own body I realize just how small I looked and with the small amount of fat on my chest, this bikini might make me look even a little bit feminine. I had never done anything like this before and was a bit intimidated and unsure about how to put the bikini on. Eventually, though, I figured it out, and began by pulling the bikini bottoms over my legs. They were tight and uncomfortable, but I managed to get them on. I pushed my penis deep into the pouch and it fit surprising well. I admired myself in the mirror: My legs had always been thin and hairless and in this outfit they looked positively girlish.
I then pulled the top over my head and with some effort, figured out how to secure the clasps on my back. Where Sylvie’s back was broad and stretched the bikini top to a breaking point, my slight frame seemed to fit the top naturally. The string of the bikini top covered my nipples and the bottoms left very little to the imagination. The bikini top actually pushed my chest together to give the impression of breasts. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that I really did look the part. I didn’t have Leia’s looks but my face had enough of a feminine appearance to resemble an attractive girl. I turned to the side and looked at my round ass in the bikini bottoms. I had always had something of a round, bubble butt and the bottoms made that even more pronounced.
I was looking at myself in the mirror, adjusting the bra to emphasize my breasts and sticking my butt out to provide an even more feminine appearance, when I noticed a tube of lipstick on the counter. Why not… I was doing this for my friend, my Sylvie. She had just dressed up for me so why wouldn’t I do the same thing. I opened the lipstick, a deep red, and dragged it across my lips slowly. It wasn’t perfect but it was close enough. I used some toilet paper to dab my lips and then practiced pouting in the mirror. Between my smooth skin, my small frame, my boy cleavage, and ref lips, I was looking more and more like a weak, slave girl.
"Well?" Sylvie called out from the other room.
Here goes nothing, I thought, and stepped out of the bathroom.
As I walked into the adjoining room, I blinked my eyes a number of times and then pouted my lips before speaking, in a soft voice, “What do you think… master?”
She was standing across the room in her t-shirt and shorts and I could see the thickness of her thighs and the evident musculature of her shoulders and neck. When she saw me, she stopped smiling immediately. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. She took a step closer, her gaze moving over my body, taking in the outfit. “Nikki… you…”
She immediately pulled me into an embrace and I could feel the strength and warmth of her body against mine. Her strength was incredible and I was absolutely swallowed by her embrace. She kissed me passionately, holding my head with one hand and cupping my ass with the other. My inclination was to wrap my legs around her thick torso and moan for her to ravage me then and there. I felt possessed and controlled by her and my weak, thin body melted into her powerful torso. Her strength and dominance had unlocked something in me that I didn’t know I possessed. These were new feelings of submission, desire, a deep yearning to be fucked. I felt absolutely drunk with desire and arousal.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered against my lips.
I didn't know what to say. No one had ever called me beautiful before. I had never thought of myself this way before but everything she said felt right. I raised my hands and instinctively wrapped them around her thick biceps. She knew what I wanted and flexed them and I moaned in a girlish voice as her powerful muscles expanded in my hands. My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing more than for her to throw me to the floor and fuck me like the virgin I was.
This sudden change was so immediate and complete that my head was swimming. I went into the bathroom Sylvie’s longtime buddy. I came out something completely different, a submissive feminine figure hugging Sylvie’s powerful frame. She had become something new, central, and powerful to me that I instinctively wanted to worship. We had barely spoken but our bodies were entwined with a new awareness of some truth unlocked between us. I didn’t know this but I felt it just as my hands grasped to feel the powerful muscles under her warm skin.
She pulled me tighter to her embrace and kissed me with a ferocious passion, invading my mouth with her long, thick tongue. I made space in my yearning mouth for her long tongue and sucked on it. I opened my eyes and looked up into hers. She pulled away from the kiss and swiftly, suddenly, bent down and begin to feverishly kiss my neck as she squeezed my ass.
“You’re so sexy, Nikki. You’re… everything I could’ve imagined.”
Her body was strong and her kisses were intense and powerful. I wrapped my arms around her neck and let her take me.
We were ensconced in a feeling of intense ecstacy and desire. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what was going to happen but this felt so right… I would do anything she wanted.
We must not have heard the basement door open or Sylvie’s Mom come downstairs but we both definitely heard her glass fall out of her hand and hit the stairs. We turned and looked. Her mother was staring at us with her mouth and eyes wide in horror. She looked at me and at Sylvie in disgust and I could see an expression of rage building within her.
My mind suddenly emerged from the sexual fog and I remembered what I was wearing. I tried to cover myself with my hands with little success.
Her mother stared at me, her face now red and said, through gritted teeth, “GET. OUT.”
I ran into the bathroom and quickly jumped out of the costume and into my clothes. As I did so, I could hear “disgusting… perverted…” being shouted at Sylvie along with “We told you… not natural’ and Sylvie pleading and arguing back.
When I came out of the bathroom in my normal clothes Sylvie was gone and her parents were in the room. They stared at me quietly and solemnly. Her Dad looked at me with disgust and spoke, “I don’t ever want to see you here again. If you come back, I’ll call the police.”
I was terrified, nervous, and humiliated and I just wanted to get out of there. I ran upstairs, put on my shoes and was out the door in no time. As I walked away from Sylvie’s house I looked back at her window but couldn’t see any sign of life.
Monday came and went without Sylvie at school. I was confused, hurt, and a little bit hopeful she might show up Tuesday but she was a no-show. I waited by my locker at lunch to see if she would appear, but she never did. People were starting to ask questions and I just mumbled something about her saying she might be sick. I didn’t have the courage to walk by her house but I was hoping I would bump into her at a store in town. I didn’t.
It was the Friday of that week when our teacher sadly announced to the class that Sylvie had transferred out of our school. Everyone soon learned that she had been transferred to an elite girl’s school far out of town. I didn’t know where she was or what had happened to her and I had no way of contacting her whatsoever. I felt absolutely devastated – my best friend was gone, the best person I’d known in this town, the only person who ever really understood me, had been completely cut out of my life. I remembered the night with the bikini, the lust, the newfound desire for one another. Just as we had learned something about one another, she was taken from me. When I saw her mother in town, she turned from me in disgust and wouldn’t acknowledge me at all.
I wandered through the rest of the school year in a grey haze thinking of Sylvie, hoping she would write, but she never did. People would tease me about where my girlfriend had gone but I hardly even responded. I turned inwards and shut out the rest of the world. It was horrible.
High school ended in a blur of my own disinterest and Sylvie slowly faded from my mind. I still thought of her but the pain was less immediate and the wound wasn’t as fresh. I began to think about college and about getting out of this little town and its backwards people and their idiotic way of thinking. I got accepted to some good universities and moved out of that town, promising never to return.
----- 10 years later -----
It was a Monday morning and I was getting ready to head into work at a local newspaper. I was a journalist and, although I was still junior, I was beginning to make a name for myself as a good reporter of local and national corruption. I was sitting in my apartment, drinking my coffee when I saw an email that made me stop in my tracks. My stomach fluttered as I saw the message: it was from Sylvie and subject line read “Hello.”
Dear Nick,
I hope you’re well and that its OK that I’m writing. I happened upon your name in the newspaper. You’re a great writer and it’s so wonderful to see you thriving and doing well. I’ve missed you.
I’m in town on business and I wondered if you might like to meet up for a drink after work. I’m staying downtown and can meet any time after 6pm. It would be great to see you and catch up.
Your friend,
Sylvie
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I couldn’t believe it! Sylvie had not only found me but she had reached out. She wrote, “I’ve missed you.” What did that mean? I’d wondered about the possibility of this happening for years and it had become something of a fantasy. I remembered the scene in her parents’ basement with a mixture of shame and desire. It felt strange, as a grown man, to be dreaming about a teenage experience like that but it was also super hot and had stayed with me all those years. What did Sylvie think of it? What would she think of me now?
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still quite short, having topped out at 5’7, and while I was in good shape, I still had something of an androgynous, feminine appearance. I’d had girlfriends in college but they had all commented on my lack of masculinity. None of my relationships ever got that serious and I was embarrassed to admit that I was still a virgin. Would any of this matter to Sylvie? Who was she now and what did she want with me?
Shaking off the doubt, I sat down and composed a quick email back to her. I suggested we meet for dinner instead of a drink. It was a bit more intimate, a bit more of a commitment, and it meant we could talk more and catch up. She immediately responded saying she’d love it and gave me the name of a restaurant downtown. I was both excited and nervous as I picked out what I would wear, trying to look good but not overdo it. I wanted to seem confident but not like I had been thinking about this moment for a decade.
I was anxious all day about meeting Sylvie but I was also very excited. When I finally arrived at the restaurant, my heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. The host led me to the back and when I saw her, I immediately recognized her. Gone was the teenager that I had known and in her place was a sophisticated, very attractive, looking woman. Her red hair was cut into a stylish bob that accentuated her neck and her makeup was subtle but attractive. She had ordered a bottle of white wine for us and she was dressed in a form fitting power suit with a white blouse tucket in. She saw me and gave me a beaming smile that put me immediately at ease.
As soon as she saw me she stood up and I was almost speechless at her height. I looked down and saw that she was wearing a pair of black heels but she easily stood 6’5. My eyes were level with her upper breasts and it took all of my effort to maintain her gaze. I noticed her breasts bouncing under her blouse as she came towards me and they looked full and round. If the teenage Sylvie was a force, adult Sylvie was unbelievably tall, powerful and attractive.
She wrapped her arms around me in a warm, strong hug that seemed to squeeze the air out of my lungs. Her embrace was firm and grounding and I felt my head being pressed against one of her large breasts. She kept me in her embrace before looking down at me with a broad smile, “Nikki… I’ve missed you.”
There it was again… the name…
She then pulled away and moved to my chair and pulled it out for me.
I smiled at her, craning my neck to look up, “Um… thanks, Sylvie.” I sat in the chair.
“My pleasure,” she said as she returned to her seat. Her voice was deeper and more commanding than it had been all those years back.
It took absolutely no time for us to be comfortable with one another. She told me about going to college and to law school and becoming a lawyer on the partner track. She talked about her cases and her clients with the kind of confidence that she had as a teenager but now only in the assured, intelligent voice of an adult. She asked me about my work as a journalist and took real interest in the things I was writing about.
When we had finished one bottle of wine, she ordered another without asking. For my part, I was happy to be led by Sylvie and I felt myself slipping into old, familiar, and comfortable patterns. We had returned to being old friends in virtually no time. Eventually we talked about what happened to her and she explained that her parents, outraged, over seeing me dressed up, had shipped her to a girls’ school far out of town.
“They were so freaked out by what they’d seen that they almost wanted rid of me.” She said, with some sadness, “I don’t speak to them anymore. They don’t understand me at all and they don’t want to.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
She smiled. “Don’t be. You know what that town was like. Full of the kind of morons who vote for our current politicians. Scared of anyone who might be slightly different and blaming the world for their own failures. Electing a fool who promises them everything but is just going to fuck them over in the end. They’ll get what they deserve. I was glad to get out of there and I’ve never looked back.”
I admired her so much for articulating all the things we’d felt when we were younger and sticking to her convictions, and living her truth, no matter the cost. As I was reflecting on that our dinner arrived. Before Sylvie began to ate she removed her suit jacket and I was stunned by the muscles in her arms. She wasn’t just thick anymore, she was positively jacked – her arms were thick and toned and she looked like worked out all the time. I could see her thick biceps and triceps dancing ever so slightly as she prepared to eat. I was awash in desire for this amazon before me.
My thoughts must have been transparent because she squeezed her arms, producing a large bicep, and smiled at me.
“Impressed?” She let the question linger before continuing. “At the girls school I threw my anger into working out and being strong and I’ve kept it up ever since.”
She took a bite of her food. “The last time I saw my father he tried to give me the ‘girls should be girls’ bullshit. I pinned him to the ground and walked out of the house. I haven’t gone back since.”
I was amazed by her strength and power and at some point I asked her about her height. She had topped out at 6’4. I felt sheepish when she told me that, realizing that I was like a child next to her. She smiled and put her hand assuringly on my arm, “Don’t worry, Nikki. I’ve always thought you were cute.”
Her comment cut me to the core and mixed with my adoration of her strength and power. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman – confident, powerful, and fiercely independent. Her career was taking off and she talked about her cases with such authority and confidence that I was absolutely smitten. She was a force to be reckoned with and I felt myself falling for her more and more as the night went on. It was partially the wine but it was also just her. I had dreamed about this experience of seeing her again so many times but this exceeded all of my expectations.
Sylvie leaned in closer and took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. "But enough about that," she said, placing the glass down with a gentle clink.
"Do you ever think about that night?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Our last night together?"
I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks. I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, I do," I confessed. "It was... it was incredible."
Her smile grew as she reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "Me too, Nikki," she said softly.
Her thumb traced circles on the back of my hand and she looked deep into my eyes. "How about we go back to my hotel for a nightcap?" she suggested.
The proposal hung in the air, thick with unspoken promise. My heart was racing and I looked up into her eyes and nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'd like that."
Sylvie paid the bill with the ease of someone accustomed to taking charge, and we left the restaurant. As we stood up I was struck again by just how tall she was. I was positively dwarfed standing next to her and as we left the restaurant she put a strong arm around me and pulled me into her warm embrace. Her presence, her scent, her power were all intoxicating and I felt myself pulled along in a haze of desire and submission. She was so close to me after all these years, our bodies close but not quite touching. The air was filled with the faint scent of her perfume, something spicy and exotic that made me want to bury my face in her neck and inhale her in.
We were silent as we came to her hotel and took the elevator to her floor. The doors slid open to reveal a suite that was a stark contrast to the cramped basement of her parent's house. It was sleek, modern, and spacious. She led me to the bar, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The sound was surprisingly alluring, a reminder of her power and poise. She poured us both a glass of whiskey, neat.
After I’d had a sip she said, “I have something for you. A gift”
I was intrigued and looked at her.
“It’s in the bathroom.” And with that she raised her eyebrows and gestured with her glass towards the bathroom.
I looked at her, put down my glass, and walked into the bathroom.
On the counter was a pink paper bag with white tissue paper inside. I pulled the tissue paper aside and looked.
There it was. The Leia bikini that I had worn all those years ago. I couldn’t tell if it was the same one or a replacement but it looked identical. Alongside it was pink lipstick, a perfume, and a brown wig that looked exactly like Leia’s hair in the movie. There was also a feminine shaving crème and a pink razor.
I knew what she wanted me to do and I wanted the same thing. I quietly shut the door, lathered my legs, armpits and pubic area and shaved myself. In a matter of minutes I was completely hairless. I pulled the Leia costume over my body, going through the same ritual I had gone through years before. I put on the wig and was amazed at how feminine I looked, once again. I applied the lipstick and sprayed the perfume on my body. It had a sweet, floral scent. I looked in the mirror: washed away were any traces of the masculine self that had entered. Instead, I was now a pouting, sexualized, female servant. I stuck out my ass and pouted my lips, put my hand on the doorknob and walked out to see Sylvie.
She was sitting on the side of the bed and as I walked to her I swayed my hips like the harem slave girl I was prepared to be. She had undressed completely and I was astonished by her size. She was an amazonian combination of female power and sexuality. Her breasts were DD and sat firm and large against her rock hard stomach. Her shoulders were round and defined and I could see the layers of muscles in her calves, thighs, and arms. She was a goddess, a vision out of my dreams and I was finally going to be able to show her how much I wanted her. She looked at me with a smile and said, “At last, Nikki, my princess. I have you.”
I came to her and knelt at her feet. “Master, finally, you found me. I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said in a feminine voice.
“Come to me, my princess.”
I climbed up on her lap and straddled her, my soft thighs pressing against her powerful torso. She pulled me to her and kissed me forcefully and intensely. I felt her enter my mouth and I opened my orifice for her. As I did she held one of my soft breasts in her hand and squeezed my ass.
She then pushed my head into her breast and I needed no instruction. Her breast was as big as my head and I worshipped her nipple.
As I did so my hands roamed over her muscular arms, feeling her strength.
“Do you like my muscles, Nikki?”
“Yes, Sylvie. You’re so strong. You’re so powerful.”
“Do you want to be my princess, Nikki.”
“Yes, yes, please. I want to worship you and serve you.”
“Good girl. My muscles will always protect you. Do you understand.”
“Yes, master, I do.”
“And you’ll be a good girl for me.”
“Yes, master.”
“Master…” I said, cautiously, wrapping my thin, weak arms around her neck.
She looked at me, and said, “Yes, princess?”
I looked down and pouted my lip before saying, “Master, I’m… I’m… I’m a virgin. Please be gentle.”
She smiled and said, “Yes, my virgin girl. I’ll take you.”
She put one hand on my ass and another on my back and stood up, holding me like the small girl I was becoming. I kissed her muscles and breasts, worshipping her superior, amazonian body.
I was completely ensconced in her female power and strength. There was something even in her pheromones that drew me in and I felt I was being pulled into her orbit. I felt like a vassal waiting to be filled by this goddess. I wanted to worship her, to drink from her, to be taken by her.
She must have sensed how I felt because she soon lowered me onto the mattress and pulled down my bikini bottoms releasing my cock. Her strength was amazing and she moved me as if I was a doll. She soon mounted me and had pressed my hands above my head as she slid herself down my cock. The feeling was incredible. She stuck a tit in my mouth and rode my cock so hard that I thought she might break me in half. I held on for dear life, feeling her wet pussy milk my cock as her strong hips thrust into my torso. My arms grasped her firm, muscular shoulders and I threaded my hands together around her neck. When she lowered herself towards me I would kiss her strong body in tribute to her. I moaned as she fucked me.
I truly felt like a virgin slave girl being broken by her strong master. I wanted her to fill me up, to fuck me, to make her girl. My brain was lost in a fog of desire and sex and it was amazing. I wanted this feeling to last forever.
“I’ll take your cherry, my little princess.”
“Yes Sylvie, yes!”
It wasn’t long before her thrusts were accompanied by intense grunts and I could feel the wetness of her pussy dripping down onto me. She thrust so hard I tried to move with her but she continued to pound me into the mattress. In a matter of moments she stuck her tongue in my ear as she fucked me and shouted, “Cum for me, Nikki.”
We came in a wave of pleasure and screaming with me screaming “YES” and “Fuck me” again and again and again like a virgin bride. I felt her cum and her entire body shook with an intense orgasm that moved the bed beneath me. I followed almost immediately, shooting my burning hot cum into her pussy.
We lay there for a few moments before she turned to me and smiled.
“How was that?”
My eyes were half shut and I smiled back at her.
“That was amazing… master.”
“Are you ready to start your life as my princess?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl.”
