This story is weird. I'm surprised how weird it has become. There's lots of femdom, lots of BDSM, lots of submission by a MtoF trans person and a little bit of witchcraft. If you like it please comment constructively. If you don't like it please comment constructively.
If you want to make rude or abusive comments because you think it makes you look big or clever, think again. I'd have more respect for abusers if they tried writing something.
When C starts a lesbian affair her husband has to choose between fighting for her or accepting her offer to feminise him. As a long time crossdresser he chooses to become Ffion. C's affair with Jenny deepens but she still has a place in her heart for Ffion. The lovers tempt Ffion with a life of submission as their house keeper. The intensity of their relationships grows; C and Jenny are had over heels in love with each other, the two lovers and their submissive housekeeper grow a different kind of love. When someone jokingly asks if Ffion is their slave an idea is born and Ffion is guided along the path to slavery.
This story is about how that chance remark became Ffion's reality. And finally its the big day. The enslavement ceremony is just hours away.
C and Jenny took one look at Ffion the next morning and decided she was in no fit state to drive. The nights of sleeplessness, the witches' tonic and the terrors she had endured had all taken their toll on Ffion. C and Jenny were quite worried about her as she seemed distant and bewildered. They decided they would drive her back to the cottage but not before Jenny had administered six of the best to Ffion's bum with a cane. The beating made C smile and did appear to perk Ffion up a bit.
They made their way to the cottage slowly, taking Ffion for an ice cream at the beach before arriving back at the cottage in the mid afternoon. In the master bedroom they pulled the mattress onto the floor and brought Ffion's single mattress next to it. They made a nest where the three of them would sleep until Halloween. Jenny drove out to collect a curry takeaway and they feasted before taking Ffion upstairs for an early night. The three of them cuddled up like kittens except that two of the kittens made love together. Warm and intimate with her almost owners Ffion slept and over the next few days she recovered and returned to the happiness of submission and service.
The next days were busy, preparing dishes for the party, decorating the barn, setting up the bar, collecting consignments from the caterers. The three of them were excited together and Ffion quite recovered her spark,immersing herself in work and chatting excitedly with C and Jenny. The only dark moment came when Jenny asked what had happened with the witches. Ffion had gone pale and almost swooned then wept for two hours. It was that event that gave C and Jenny some inkling of the witches magic, the traumatic effect it had had on Ffion and the power it gave them over Ffion.
On the evening before Halloween Ffion was allowed to choose the meal she cooked (home made pizza) and watch a film with C and Jenny. She was even allowed a gin and tonic. They decided that they should not see each other on the morning of Halloween, in case it brought bad luck, so Ffion was able to soak in the bath then have a leisurely breakfast while C and Jenny stayed in bed.
Catryn and Amy collected Ffion from the cottage at mid morning and drove her into Exeter. They were met by Emily, Annie, Amy's partner Rosie, Sally and Rebecca. The eight of them headed to a Thai restaurant for a feast. Ffion was embarrassed but was told this was her hen night and they wanted to treat her to her last meal as a free woman as she would probably be too nervous to eat later. The next stop was a nail bar where they all had a full manicure. Ffion had a late appointment in the hair salon where she was coifed to perfection. Sally was in the lingerie shop with Rebecca when Ffion arrived with her escorts. Ffion's makeup was completed then she was sent to a cubicle to undress. Rebecca passed the white knickers through the curtain then followed in with the corset. She laced Ffion in, checking she could still breathe. When Ffion said she could, Rebecca laced it up some more. As Ffion was struggling to bend in the corset Rebecca helped her into the white stockings and white ballet pumps. Ffion emerged and was helped into the dress, Emily and Annie ensuring all the silk covered buttons were done up. As Maggie had predicted, the bodice of the dress supported Ffion's boobs and the gauzy material gave the merest hint of her nipples. Rebecca found a blue garter and slipped it up Ffion's leg. There was an old dress, new knickers, a borrowed corset and a blue garter. Nothing could go wrong.
Ffion waited nervously while the other women sipped prosecco and changed. Ffion was swept up in their excitement and anticipation as these young women stripped to their underwear and arranged themselves in their party best. Six months ago when Ffion was H they would have regarded him as a lecherous middle aged man but now she was Ffion and they were uninhibited. Ffion felt privileged to be accepted by them; they laughed and joked together, helped each other to look their best and talked about their childhood dreams of being a bride on their wedding day. Today was Ffion's day, she was the bride, blushing nervously, princess for the day. Then they were ready. A taxi came to the door. With a plastic bag on each foot to keep her white pumps and stockings clean, Ffion walked over to the car and jumped in. Some passing women cheered and wished her luck. They drove to the cottage where Emily, Annie, Rebecca and Sally went to join the party, Amy and Catryn took Ffion into the kitchen. It was half past nine.
In the barn all was prepared. The assembled women had dined on a fine buffet and sampled a sufficiency of wine. One end of the barn was screened of by a large dust sheet and the other end was a riot of joyful colour. Garlands and flags hung from the rafters and an eclectic mix of art hung on the walls. There was collection of bells and drums available for any woman who wished to add to the sound of celebration.
Emma, Pauline and Nilum came over to the kitchen and presented Ffion with a floral headdress and to tell Ffion how lovely she looked. Pauline jokingly said she had a fast car outside and could get Ffion out of the country if she wanted to escape. Catryn told Pauline that she was the enforcer who's job it was to make sure Ffion turned up. They all laughed and hugged together.
In the barn two chairs were placed centrally, decked with flowers. In front of the chairs was a cushion and a small table. On the table were pebbles, flowers, bleached bones and the same small sharp knife that had rested on Ffion's breast during her ordeal in the coffin. Between the door and the cushion eight trustees waited, ready to make four arches, the first a pair of canes, the second a pair of riding crops, the third a pair of birch bundles, the forth a pair of long coach whips. When all was ready Clare asked the maids of honour to go with C and Jenny and wait at the far end of the barn. She then asked Flora to go to the house to invite the slave and her party. The partying women quietened and made a circle around the chairs and cushion.
Ffion was kept waiting in the kitchen with Amy and Catryn. Her hands were trembling while her bridesmaids Catryn and Amy sat with her in gentle conversation. Flora tapped on the door and came in.
"Ffion, you look so lovely. Are you ready?" asked Flora.
Ffion made a whimper.
"Do you have your little pouch with you?"
Ffion nodded and tucked it between her breasts for safe keeping.
"Take her hands," said Flora.
With Amy on one side, Catryn on the other, each holding one of Ffion's hands, the four of them, lead by Flora who chanted in a low voice, slowly made their way across the garden. The full moon flooded the garden in silver light. At the entrance Flora pulled her dress off and stepped naked into the barn. Her body was completely tattooed with runes and symbols.
"Women," she announced in a loud voice, "we bring the one who wishes to give up her freedom for love!"
Clare replied, "What does she wish for?"
"She wishes to walk on the earth as a slave to the women she loves."
"Shall we bring her in to become a slave?"
And the women at the party, in one drunken voice, shouted "Bring her in!"
Flora lead Ffion, flanked by Amy and Catryn, walked through the arches of whips to the waiting cushion. as the women in the room cheered, clapped drummed and rang bells. It was a room of smiles for Ffion as women wished her luck and told her how lovely she looked. Ffion smiled nervously. She recognised some women from the party where she had been a handmaid, some of the witches from the previous weekend, old friends from life as C and H. The eight trustees, still holding their whips formed up on either flank. Flora slipped away to where C and Jenny were waiting.
"Women, I see the two who would take a free woman they love to be a slave!"
Clare replied, "What do they wish for?"
"To bind their slave under the sky."
"Shall we bring them to take possession of their slave."
And the crowd cried out. "Bring them in!"
More cheers and noise as C and Jenny, were escorted by Sara and Deborah into the circle until they stood in front of Ffion. The almost slave and almost owners smiled at each other. Ffion stood beaming in joy, her dress was beautiful, her hair was perfect, her makeup subtle yet feminine. She was walking on air, radiant, in white like a bride. These were moments she'd always remember, her last moments as a free woman.
Flora asked Ffion "Are you come to be a slave, Ffion?"
"I am come to be a slave."
"Kneel" said Clare pointing to the cushion on the floor.
Ffion took her place.
Flora whispered to Ffion, "Your little pouch that mother gave you, the one that holds the tokens, put it on the table."
Ffion rummaged in her cleavage then placed the little bag on the table.
Flora asked C and Jenny, "Are you come to take a slave as your own? "
"We have come to own a slave."
