HOW WE SERVE MASTER

I look over at Hannah and think about the journey we’ve made.

She’s at our bedroom makeup table. In the evenings she removes the extensive makeup she is required to wear during the day and puts on a light touch of pink lipstick and just a hint of eyeshadow.

Having picked up on my signals that I’m not interested in sex tonight, she’ll wear a cotton nightgown to bed, probably the blue one.

With it she’ll have on a pair of white cotton panties and a white or slightly off-white padded bra.

Unlike most women, Hannah gets very little relief from being braless. Unless she’s showering or I take it off her while fucking her, she wears a bra.

She needs the padding.

And feminized former men need to experience the discomfort of bra wearing as much possible.