Nights with Felicia Pt. 2

As you slowly come to consciousness, the first thing you notice is the disheveled state of your surroundings. The sheets are tangled around your legs, and there are clothes strewn haphazardly across the room. Your body feels sore in all the right places, a lingering reminder of the intense events of the previous night.

You can hear the distant sound of the shower running in the washroom, and for a moment, you're alone with your thoughts. You can't help but reflect on what happened, on how it felt to be fucked so thoroughly by Felicia. Despite your initial resistance, there's no denying the pleasure that coursed through your body, the way she took control and pushed you to the brink of ecstasy.

And what's more, you were in your senses this time, fully aware of every sensation, every touch. It wasn't a fluke like you'd convinced yourself after the costume party. No, the pleasure was real, undeniable, and it's left you questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself.

Your mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of you still resists the idea of being a feminii, of embracing this new reality in that way. But another part of you, a part that's growing stronger with each passing moment with Felicia, finds a strange sense of comfort in the newfound desires and pleasures that Felicia has awakened within you.

You can't help but replay the events of last night in your mind, each touch, each sensation, etched into your memory with vivid clarity. It's as if a door has been opened, revealing a side of yourself that you never knew existed. And while it's scary and confusing, there's also a sense of liberation in embracing this new identity, this new way of being.

But even as you grapple with these conflicting emotions, there's a part of you that can't deny the truth of what you felt last night. The pleasure, the ecstasy, the undeniable connection between you and Felicia. It's a feeling unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and despite your reservations, you can't help but crave more.

And as you lie there lost in thought, the sound of the shower suddenly stops, jolting you back to reality. You know that Felicia will be emerging soon, and with her, a whole new set of challenges and uncertainties. But for now, all you can do is continue to wrestle with your own feelings, trying to make sense of this strange new world that you find yourself in.

You hear the click of the bathroom door opening, and your attention shifts to the sight of Felicia emerging, dressed to kill. Her outfit is a tantalizing blend of sophistication and seduction, designed to turn heads and command attention.

She wears a figure-hugging red dress that clings to her curves like a second skin, accentuating every inch of her exquisite form. The plunging neckline reveals just enough cleavage to tantalize, while the thigh-high slit showcases her long, slender legs with every step she takes.

Completing the ensemble are a pair of strappy heels that add height to her already statuesque frame, and delicate gold jewelry that glimmers in the soft light of the room. Her hair is styled in loose waves that cascade down her shoulders, framing her face like a halo of golden silk.

As she approaches you, a mischievous glint dances in her eyes, and you can't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through your veins. Despite the dominance she exudes, there's also a warmth and affection in her gaze that speaks volumes.

"Good morning, darling," she purrs, her voice smooth as honey but with a hint of steel beneath the surface. "Did ya sleep well?"

You nod, unable to tear your eyes away from her captivating presence. "Yes, Mistress," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Felicia's lips curve into a satisfied smile, and she takes a seat beside you on the bed, her hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. "I'm glad to hear that," she murmurs, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "I wanted to talk to ya about last night."

Your heart skips a beat at her words, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach. You're not sure what to expect, but you know that whatever Felicia has to say, it will be important.

"I know things may have been... intense," she continues, her gaze never leaving yours. "But I want you to know that I care about you, Roxie. More than you could ever imagine."

Her words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for how to respond. But then, as if on instinct, you find yourself leaning in closer to her, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"I care about you too, Mistress," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything."

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Felicia's lips, and she leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I know, darling," she murmurs, her voice tender and affectionate. "And I promise to always take care of ya, no matter what."

Then suddenly, Felicia's voice cuts through the air like a knife, commanding and authoritative as always. "Recite your mantra, Roxie," she orders, her Brooklyn accent lending an edge to her words.

Without hesitation, you obediently comply, the familiar words rolling off your tongue effortlessly. "I'm just a little Feminii, obeying Mistress Felicia. My only purpose is to serve and please. I'm grateful for the opportunity to submit and be owned. I am Mistress Felicia's toy, and my desires don't matter. I exist solely for her pleasure."

As you finish, Felicia reaches into her purse and retrieves a couple of small bottles, each filled with colorful pills. She hands them to you along with a bottle of water, her gaze unwavering as you swallow them down without question.

"Good girl," she says, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Now, why don't ya go freshen up in the bathroom while I get everything ready?"

You nod, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as you rise from the bed and make your way to the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the air as you turn on the shower with a beaming smile on your face, the pills already beginning to take effect, dulling your senses and clouding your thoughts.

As you stare at your reflection in the mirror, you can't help but marvel at how much things have changed since you first met Felicia. She's turned your world upside down, introducing you to a side of yourself you never knew existed.

And as you gaze into your own eyes, you can't help but wonder what other surprises Felicia has in store for you. But one thing's for certain - you're ready for whatever comes next.

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The room is filled with the soft glow of vanity lights as you sit side by side with Felicia, your knees brushing against each other as you focus on applying your makeup. Felicia effortlessly glides her mascara wand along her lashes, her movements fluid and precise as she expertly enhances her already striking features.

Meanwhile, you struggle to keep up, your hands trembling slightly as you attempt to mimic her movements. Felicia shoots you a knowing smirk, her Brooklyn accent adding a playful edge to her words. "You gotta be more gentle, Roxie," she advises, her voice tinged with amusement.

You nod, trying to follow her advice as you carefully sweep your own mascara across your lashes. Beside you, Felicia's outfit catches your eye, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.

She's picked out a stunning ensemble for you as well, and you can't help but admire the way it accentuates your figure.

Starting from the bottom up, Felicia's chosen a pair of sheer black stockings, the delicate material hugging your legs as you slid them on. Next came a pair of lace-trimmed panties, their soft fabric leaving you feeling exposed yet undeniably sexy.

Felicia handed you a matching bra, the intricate lace detail making you feel like a goddess as you fastened it around your now enlarged chest. She pauses to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she takes in your appearance.

But she's not done yet. Next, she presents you with a figure-hugging mini dress, the fabric shimmering in the light as you slip it over your head. It clings to your curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination as it hugs your every contour.

Finally, Felicia added the finishing touch - a pair of strappy heels that elongate your legs and add a sultry edge to your look. With a final flourish, she steps back to admire her work, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction as she takes in your transformation.

As you sit side by side, applying the final touches to your makeup, you can't help but feel a sense of pride in your appearance. With Felicia by your side, you feel like you can take on the world - one perfectly applied eyeliner stroke at a time.

You watch Felicia with a mix of admiration and envy as she effortlessly applies her makeup. Her movements are graceful, her hands steady as she expertly contours her cheekbones and lines her lips with precision. Meanwhile, you struggle to keep up, your fingers fumbling with the eyeliner pencil as you attempt to recreate her flawless look.

"Aye, don't stress, Roxie," Felicia says, noticing your frustration. "It takes practice, but you're getting there."

You smile gratefully at her encouragement, feeling a rush of warmth at her words. Despite the difficulty, there's something oddly comforting about the process of doing your makeup together. It's intimate, almost like a ritual shared between the two of you.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of blending and blending, you both finish your makeup. Felicia steps back to admire her work, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

"Now, let me just fix a few things," she says, reaching for a makeup brush.

You hold your breath as she gently touches up your eyeliner and adjusts your lipstick, her movements tender and precise. It's a strangely intimate moment, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as her fingers brush against your skin.

Once she's satisfied with her handiwork, Felicia leans back and surveys her work with a satisfied grin.

"There, perfect," she says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You melt into her touch, savoring the warmth of her lips against yours. It's a brief but tender moment, filled with unspoken affection and desire.

As you pull away, Felicia's expression turns mischievous, and you can't help but feel a twinge of apprehension.

"So, Roxie, I've got a little surprise planned for us today," she says, her voice dripping with anticipation.

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? What kind of surprise?"

Felicia's grin widens, and you can practically see the gears turning in her head.

"Well, let's just say it involves a little public humiliation," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your heart skips a beat at her words, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your stomach. You know you should be wary, but there's a part of you that can't help but be intrigued by the idea.

"Sounds... interesting," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Felicia laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine.

"Oh, it'll be more than interesting, Roxie," she says, her grin widening. "It'll be unforgettable."

Felicia's grin widens as she leans in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, Roxie, here's the plan," she says, her voice low and conspiratorial.

You lean in, eager to hear what she has in store for you, your heart pounding with anticipation.

"So, I was thinking we could head over to the cafeteria," Felicia begins, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "And once we're there, you're going to do something... special for me."

Your stomach twists with nervous excitement as you wait for her to reveal the details of her plan.

"You see, Roxie," Felicia continues, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "I want ya to... well, let's just say I want you to put on a little show for me."

Your eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. What could she possibly have in mind?

"I want ya to...," Felicia pauses for dramatic effect, her gaze locked on yours, "Get down on your knees and beg for my attention."

Your heart skips a beat at her words, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks as you imagine the humiliation of such a public display.

"But that's not all," Felicia continues, her grin widening. "I want you to crawl to me, like the obedient little pet you are."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, the idea of such a humiliating act sending a shiver down your spine. But despite the embarrassment, there's a part of you that can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of fulfilling Felicia's desires.

"And once you're there, on your hands and knees before me," Felicia says, her voice low and commanding, "I want ya to beg me to use you however I please."

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thought of such a degrading display, but there's also a part of you that can't deny the excitement of submitting to Felicia's will.

"So, what do you say, Roxie?" Felicia asks, her eyes alight with anticipation. "Are you ready to fulfill my desires?"

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you nod your head in agreement. "Yes, Mistress," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready."

As you and Felicia walk hand in hand down the corridor, the sound of your heels click-clacking against the floor fills the air. You can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through your veins, despite the nervous fluttering in your stomach. It's a strange sensation, walking around looking like this, without a fear in the world.

As you approach the cafeteria, Felicia reaches out and grabs a plate from the buffet, her movements confident and purposeful. Instinctively, you reach out to do the same, but before you can even lift it off the stack, Felicia's commanding voice cuts through the air.

"Put it back," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You freeze for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden command. But then, without hesitation, you do as she says, carefully placing the plate back where you found it. It's a small act of submission, but it sends a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

Felicia's lips curl into a satisfied smile as she watches you obey her command. "Good girl," she says, her voice dripping with approval.

As you follow Felicia through the cafeteria, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

As Felicia fills her plate with an assortment of food from the buffet, you trail along behind her, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as you watch her every move. She walks with an air of confidence, her presence commanding the attention of everyone around her.

As she leads you to a table amidst the bustling cafeteria, you can't help but wonder what she has in store for you. Will she make you submit right here, in the middle of all these people? The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As Felicia settles into her seat and begins to eat, you take a moment to glance around the cafeteria. People's eyes linger on your table, some staring openly while others quickly avert their gaze when you catch them looking. It's an uncomfortable feeling, being the center of attention like this.

Suddenly, a voice breaks through the awkward silence from the table next to yours. "Hey, is that the new guy you were dating?" the voice asks, nodding in your direction.

Felicia pauses mid-bite, a sly smile playing on her lips. "No, this is Roxie," she replies, gesturing to you. "She's a Feminii I met in the program. And this," she adds, taking your hand in hers, "is my girlfriend."

The words hang in the air, and you can feel the weight of everyone's eyes on you. It's a strange feeling, being introduced as Felicia's girlfriend, but there's also a sense of pride that fills you at her words.

Felicia continues to eat, her movements deliberate and graceful as she savors each bite. You watch her intently, feeling a pang of hunger gnawing at your stomach as you realize just how hungry you are. But you dare not interrupt her meal, knowing that she expects you to wait until she's finished.

Finally, Felicia sets down her fork, but there's still some food leftover on her plate. She looks at you with a wicked glint in her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "It's time to get on your knees, Roxie," she says, her voice low and commanding.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you comply, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on you as you kneel on the hard cafeteria floor. You can't help but feel a strange mixture of humiliation and irrational happiness coursing through you as you crawl towards Felicia.

She watches you with amusement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Are ya hungry, Roxie?" she asks, her voice teasing.

You nod eagerly, your stomach growling in response. "Yes, Mistress," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Felicia chuckles, enjoying the power she holds over you in this moment. "Well then, beg for your food," she commands, her tone firm.

You swallow hard, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over you as you lower your head in submission. "Please, Mistress, may I have some food?" you plead, your voice barely audible over the din of the cafeteria.

Felicia's smile widens, pleased with your obedience. "Of course, Roxie," she says, reaching for a piece of food on her plate. "But you'll have to work for it." With that, she holds out the morsel of food tantalizingly in front of you, forcing you to crawl closer to her in order to take it from her fingers.

Felicia continues to tease you mercilessly, relishing in your desperation for food. She holds the morsel of food just out of reach, making you stretch and strain for it like a starving animal. The humiliation burns hot in your cheeks, but you can't deny the intense arousal that courses through you at her command.

"Open your mouth wide, Roxie," Felicia commands, her voice dripping with authority.

You obey without hesitation, parting your lips obediently as you wait for her next instruction. Your heart pounds in your chest, anticipation mingling with apprehension as you wonder what she has in store for you.

Felicia smirks, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she brings the morsel of food to her own mouth. She chews it slowly, savoring the taste before finally, she leans forward and spits it out into your waiting mouth.

The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced, yet familiar because it's happened before. The food lands on your tongue, warm and wet, and you can taste the remnants of Felicia's meal mingling with your own saliva.

But even as you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, there's something undeniably thrilling about it. The knowledge that you're being fed by your Mistress in front of a crowd of onlookers only adds to the intensity of the moment, and you can feel a rush of arousal building deep within you.

As you swallow the food, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you. Despite the humiliation, there's something strangely comforting about being taken care of by Felicia, even in such a degrading manner. And as you meet her gaze, you can see the pride shining in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of your submission to her will.

Felicia's dominance over you only grows stronger with each passing moment, and you find yourself completely under her control as she continues to feed you morsel after morsel of chewed-up food. Each time she spits the food into your mouth, you swallow it obediently, the taste of her saliva mingling with the flavors of the meal.

There's a strange intimacy to the act, a sense of closeness that you can't help but find exhilarating. Despite the humiliation of being fed like a pet in front of a crowd of onlookers, you can't deny the thrill that courses through you at Felicia's command.

But as the feeding continues, the embarrassment becomes almost unbearable. Your cheeks burn with shame as you kneel before Felicia, completely exposed and **** to her whims. And when she misses her mark and the food lands on the floor, your stomach twists with humiliation.

"Pick it up, Roxie," Felicia orders, her voice firm and unwavering.

Without hesitation, you obey, leaning down to retrieve the discarded morsel from the floor. The eyes of the cafeteria patrons bore into you, their stares filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. But you push aside the shame, focusing only on Felicia and the twisted pleasure she derives from your submission.

Time seems to blur as Felicia continues to feed you, her dominance over you absolute. With each spit of food into your mouth, you sink deeper into subservience, your will bending to hers without question.

Finally, the plate is empty, and Felicia leans back in her chair, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. You feel a strange sense of relief wash over you as the feeding comes to an end, but it's quickly replaced by a deep longing for more of Felicia's attention.

As you meet her gaze, you can see the hunger burning in her eyes, a hunger that matches your own. And as she reaches out to caress your cheek, you can't help but lean into her touch, craving the warmth and comfort that only she can provide.

As Felicia smiles down at you, a wave of warmth washes over you, and you can't help but return her smile with equal fervor.

"Come up here, baby" she says, her voice dripping with seduction.

Her command to come sit in her lap fills you with a strange mixture of excitement and anticipation, and you eagerly comply, feeling a thrill course through you as you settle into her embrace.

In your mind, everything feels perfect, almost surreal. Despite the unconventional circumstances and the undeniable power dynamic between you and Felicia, you find yourself reveling in the intimacy of the moment, basking in the glow of her affection.

As you nestle into her lap, Felicia's touch sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. Her words, dripping with both romance and kink, captivate you completely, drawing you deeper into her spell with each passing moment.

"You're such a good little pet, Roxie," she murmurs, her voice low and seductive. "I love the way you submit to me, the way you crave my touch."

Her words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, and you can feel yourself growing more aroused with each passing second. Despite the irrationality of your feelings, you find yourself utterly entranced by Felicia, unable to resist her magnetic pull.

And when she leans in to kiss you, you surrender yourself completely to the moment, losing yourself in the heady rush of desire and passion. The world fades away, leaving only you and Felicia locked in a passionate embrace, your bodies pressed together in a feverish dance of longing and need.

As you lose yourself in the kiss, all thoughts of rationality and restraint fade away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of euphoria and bliss. In this moment, with Felicia by your side, you feel like nothing else in the world matters.

But then Felicia pulls away, and your eyes meet. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "You want to blow me, don't you, Roxie?"

Your heart races at her words, your body flushing with desire as you nod eagerly in response. The thought of pleasuring Felicia in such an intimate way sends a thrill coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core. You don't what or how she's doing this to you, but you need her so desperately.

"Yes, please," you murmur, your voice trembling with desire. "I want to make you feel good, Felicia. I want to please you."

Her smirk tells you she knows exactly how much power she holds over you, and yet, you find yourself unable to resist her. The thought of pleasing her, of being her little pet, fills you with a strange sense of satisfaction, and you know deep down that it's irrational and delusional, but you can't help yourself.

Felicia makes you beg for it, and you do so willingly, your words tumbling out in a **** rush.

"Please, Felicia," you whimper, your voice taking on a pleading tone. "Please let me blow you. I'll do anything you want, just please..."

Your words trail off as Felicia's hand traces delicate patterns on your skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body.

As Felicia pulls her skirt up, revealing the tantalizing sight of her panties, your heart races with anticipation. But as she reaches down and reveals her rock-hard cock, a wave of confusion washes over you. Why are you here, kneeling before her like this, dressed as a Feminii, ready to pleasure her in front of all these people?

But despite the nagging voice of reason in the back of your mind, you can't deny the surge of arousal that courses through you at the sight of Felicia's cock. It's as if your body has a mind of its own, craving the touch of her flesh against your lips.

When she grabs your head and forces it onto her cock, you can't help but comply, your mouth enveloping her length as she begins to use you like a fleshlight. The roughness of her movements sends a jolt of pleasure through you, mingling with the confusion and shame that lingers at the edges of your consciousness.

With each thrust of her hips, you can feel her cock sliding deeper into your mouth, filling you completely as she takes control of your body. The sensation is overwhelming, the taste of her arousal mingling with the shame of your submission.

But still, you continue, your movements becoming more **** as you seek to please her, to satisfy her desires at any cost. It doesn't make sense, none of it does, but in this moment, all that matters is the blissful oblivion of Felicia's dominance.

As the sounds of your moans fill the air, mingling with the murmurs of the onlookers around you, you can't help but wonder how you ended up here, lost in the throes of pleasure and confusion, craving nothing more than to serve your Mistress in any way she desires.

As Felicia continues to roughly use your head like a fleshlight, you can feel her cock pushing deeper into your mouth, stretching you to your limits. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, mingling with the discomfort of being **** to take her entire length.

Your mouth is filled with the taste of her arousal, the salty tang of her precum mingling with the slickness of your saliva. Spit begins to smear around your lips and dribble down your chin, a humiliating reminder of your submission to her.

You struggle to breathe as Felicia's hips move with increasing urgency, driving her cock deeper and deeper into your throat. It's a struggle to keep up, to take her length all the way, but you do your best to please her, to satisfy her desires at any cost.

Despite the discomfort and the growing sense of panic at your inability to breathe, you can't deny the arousal that courses through you at the sight of Felicia's dominance. She's in control, using you for her pleasure, and you can't help but be turned on by it.

As she continues to thrust into your mouth, you can hear the sounds of her moans mingling with the murmurs of the onlookers around you. It's a surreal experience, being on display like this, but in this moment, all that matters is Felicia and her pleasure.

You're completely at her mercy, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and submission. And as she casually enjoys your mouth, you can't help but surrender to her completely, craving nothing more than to be used by her in any way she desires.

As Felicia continues to thrust into your mouth, her movements growing more urgent with each passing moment, you can feel her approaching climax. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and you know it won't be long before she reaches the peak of her pleasure.

With one final, deep thrust, Felicia pulls out of your mouth, her cock glistening with saliva and precum. You watch with anticipation as she strokes herself, her hand moving quickly up and down her shaft, her eyes locked on your face.

And then, with a low groan of satisfaction, Felicia reaches her climax, hot spurts of cum shooting out from her cock and splattering across your face. The sticky warmth covers your skin, dripping down your cheeks and coating your lips.

But instead of recoiling in disgust, you find yourself smiling up at Felicia, your heart pounding with excitement and arousal. You take the cum with a sense of eager submission, knowing that this is what she wants from you, what she expects.

"Repeat your mantra," Felicia commands, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watches you with dark eyes. And without hesitation, you comply, the words tumbling from your lips even as cum drips down your chin.

"I'm just a little Feminii, obeying Mistress Felicia. My only purpose is to serve and please. I'm grateful for the opportunity to submit and be owned. I am Mistress Felicia's toy, and my desires don't matter. I exist solely for her pleasure."

It's a surreal moment, one filled with a strange mixture of humiliation and arousal. But as you look up at Felicia, her gaze filled with satisfaction and dominance, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.

In this moment, you're completely at her mercy, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and submission. And as you look up at your Mistress with cum dripping down your face, for some very bizarre reason, you know that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by her side, fulfilling her every desire.