Sammy’s First Cock: A Feminisation Fantasy Fulfilled

Some sessions stay with you. This was one of them.

My submissive, Sammy, has been on a journey of self-discovery for over a year. Our first session took place in Guernsey—his first ever experience with a dominatrix. Though nervous, he was quietly burning with desire to explore his submissive, cock-hungry side. He had never actually tried sucking a cock, but felt deep inside that it was part of his true identity.

That day, I dressed him in a schoolgirl uniform, complete with a fake breastplate and soft lipstick. When I brought out the strap-on, I watched his eyes linger on it like it was calling to him. So I gave him his first cock training. It was a transformation: from a timid man to a natural slut, eager and sensual. I told him later that he was made for this—that he should stop resisting and embrace it. He is not a receiver. He’s a giver. It’s who he is.

Fast-forward a few months, and Sammy booked a session with me again—this time in Nice. We built on the foundation we had laid before. Face-fucking training, different positions, full control. I pinned him down. I had him choke on the strap. I watched his mouth stretch and adapt. He was a dream student. And after the session, he asked me for more. “Next time,” he said, “can I try with a real cock?”

So I made it happen.

This week, Sammy returned to Nice for his first real bisexual experience, and I arranged a discreet, respectful bull to join us. I planned the session to be gradual, reverent, and intense—beginning with worship, then building into face-fucking, climax, and the final taboo: swallowing cum.

I prepared Sammy with care. Pink glitter eye shadow with smoky grey corners, Dior foundation, Benefit blusher, Estée Lauder red lipstick. A proper little doll. He wore a brand-new PVC lingerie-style body—tight, shiny black front with sheer mesh at the back to expose his ass and the full effect of his feminised form. He looked divine.

When the bull arrived, I ordered Sammy to kneel and begin with soft cock worship. Hesitation at first—but then something clicked. With my guidance, he relaxed into it. The bull gave him gentle words of encouragement, saying Sammy was better than many women he’d been with. A true compliment.

I spat on the cock to make it extra sloppy and told Sammy how to grip, how to use his tongue, how to look up. For 90 minutes straight, he sucked that cock—non-stop. One hour and thirty minutes of dedication. The bull had the perfect cock for this: thick, veiny, responsive. Sammy took it all.

When it came time for the finale, I took over to wank the bull off. He came all over Sammy’s face, and I told Sammy to open his mouth. I asked if he wanted to try it, and he did. He said it was sweet. So I guided him to clean the cock with his tongue—slowly, reverently.

Afterwards, Sammy and I had a relaxing chat. The bull was gracious and impressed. Sammy was in a daze of pleasure and gratitude. And I… I felt proud. This is why I do what I do. To create safe, erotic spaces for people to discover themselves.

Sammy thanked me with two beautiful gifts: a bottle of one of my favourite gins, and—most unexpectedly—Baccarat Rouge 540- the scent suits me perfectly. Luxurious, elegant, powerful—just like me.

This session was a reminder that amidst the chaos—amidst the fantasy-chasers and time-wasters who expect unicorns without bringing anything real—there are genuine souls out there. People who show up fully, present in the moment, aligned with their role, and respectful of the space. We all enjoyed it in our own unique ways, but I’m still buzzing with positive energy. There’s a smile on my face, deep satisfaction from guiding Sammy into her most authentic self, and the sweet scent of my new perfume lingering in the air. It was, truly, a beautiful experience.