EXCLUSIVE - The Price of Luxury

Drew looked away from his date, Carlos. He felt the transparent straps of the dress dig onto his shoulders and sighed, trying to maintain the womanly illusion. The fine chains linking his choker to his wrists dangled over his black dress, highlighting the womanly curves he now possessed. It had been some time since Carlos had approached him suddenly when he was out by himself. The man was well dressed, if a little extra with his sunglasses and often colorful blazers. He also didn’t shy away from showing off his money. One of his watches alone was with more that all the money Drew had ever gotten combined.

Carlos didn't waste time, since the first moment he had treated Drew like a lady, perhaps confused by the boy’s androgynous appearance. The guy had his charm, and so Drew found himself unable to deny when Carlos handed him his phone number and asked for a second date. Curiosity got the better of Drew, and so a couple days later he found himself at a bar with Carlos were they exchanged stories and drinks. Carlos was a real gentleman, opening every door for Drew and even giving him a ride home, he’d covered the tab on everything, saying it was only fair for asking out such a beauty. By then Drew knew he would accept another date, this time, however, Carlos went further and provided Drew with a new outfit made specially for their day out: it was a simple blouse and skirt, elegant and certainly feminine. Surely this was too much, but then again, it would be rude no to accept, he looked passable enough asas it was anyway. When Carlos came to pick-up Drew and saw him wearing the new clothes, he acted even nicer than usual, showering Drew with attention. The date went wonderfully and Drew got home with at least a dozen new pieces of clothing Carlos had gotten for him. Each new date was met by more and more gifts from Carlos, full makeovers, designer heels, even the finest of lingerie. By now Drew had moved on from looking androgynous to looking like a young woman out on a date. He felt on heaven, Carlos’s care went beyond dates now, he’d lend Drew an “allowance” each month to do as he pleased with, a driver would often come and pick him up at the call of a phone. Expensive perfumes, dinners and clothes spoiled his taste quickly. Drew was treated like a princess, and he was okay with it. 

After a year of steady dating, Drew, or rather, Deena, as Carlos had deemed to be his name in public, could see the effects that the private coach and corset training had left on his body as it now possessed a refined feminine grace. But Drew didn't care, it was a fair price to pay for the all paid trips the foreign countries, cruises, private planes, island resorts, he had had a taste of everything, and now her wanted more. He had enjoyed, He felt special, he WAS special to Carlos, so what if he had to make a few changes? It was well worth it. 

It wasn’t until Carlos’ birthday party that Drew realized his true role. When Carlos had presented him with the outfit, Drew had been taken aback; the dress itself was beautiful and of the highest quality like always. The issue were the choker and cuffs linked by a tiny chain. It felt degrading, specially since Drew would have to wear it in front of all the guests. That is when he got it, Drew wasn’t a princess, he had never been, Drew was a toy, a doll that allowed Carlos to show off his influence, and what better way to do so than having a trophy woman, made to his very liking, at his side?

Drew knew he should have felt insulted, used. For Carlos to even suggest he pose as some sort of item he had ownership over in front of a bunch of strangers, but he didn’t. He’d grown accustomed to this life, to the attention, the 5-star restaurant dinners. HE couldn’t lose it, not now.

He was Deena now, full time. 

So she found herself in the black latex dress,wrists chained to her neck. Deena looked flawless, like always. The guests–Carlos’s business partners and high ranking suits–eyed Deena up and down with intense hunger in their eyes. They did keep their hands to themselves, at least as long as Carlos was the one that had the delicate beauty held firmly by the waist. The night was spent by Deena entertaining the guests, serving them the occasional drink and snack, laughing at their raunchy jokes. It wasn't until deep into the night that the real party begin. Carlos commanded for Deena to kneel, and so she did. She knew what was expected from her, and she also knew that she wouldn't be going home with just one taste of manhood. Carlos had promised Deena a trip across the world already, riches beyond anything she could imagine, she would not back out now. Perfectly manicured fingers glided over Carlos’s crotch and gently undid his pants. The crowd gasped and roused as they watched eagerly how the delicate princess took the hard member into her mouth. Deena struggled, the taste, the texture; it was horrid, but the vision of those future trips, of that carefree life in which all Deena needed to ever think about was how to make herself prettier than the day before kept her going through the collective length of cocks that went in and out her pretty lips that night.

Luxury had a price, and Deena was more than willing to pay it. 

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Another patreon exclusive cap! (see, i told ya I was gonna make worth it~ <3) this one is actually quite old! I just never posted it because I kept running into a wall for the ending. Im still not TOTALLY sure on it...but, if I dont close it up now I know i will never do it. I really wanted to use this picture too. hope you guys like it!