Kurapika forced crossdresing :Chapter 5: Long Punishment (Patreon)

Several hours had passed. Kurapika’s shoulders and legs ached from staying bent forward for so long, tightly bound by the red rope. His wrists were numb behind his back, and his short maid dress remained lifted, shamefully exposing his pink lace panties and the tops of his white stockings.

He had been forced to stare at his feminized reflection in the mirror the entire time: the high ponytail, the heavy makeup, the glossy lips, and the humiliating maid outfit. The shame only grew stronger with every passing hour.

Elena finally returned to the room in the late evening, a satisfied smile on her lips.

— So? Have you had enough time to reflect on your behavior, my little maid?

Kurapika turned his head toward her, his face red with exhaustion, anger, and humiliation.

— …Untie me… please, he said in a hoarse voice.

Elena smiled and approached slowly. She untied the rope from his wrists and ankles. Kurapika let out a deep sigh of relief as he straightened his aching body.

— Since you’ve been punished all day, I’ll be nice tonight, she said in an almost gentle tone. You may sleep.

She handed him a feminine pajama set: a very short, tight pink satin short-shorts and a thin pink camisole top with delicate straps and small decorative bows.

— Change in front of me. And don’t even think about resisting.

Too tired to fight back strongly, Kurapika reluctantly changed clothes. The shorts were extremely short and tight, perfectly hugging his ass, while the thin camisole highlighted his slim waist. Elena kept his high ponytail but removed his heels.

— There. Much cuter for sleeping, she murmured.

Kurapika felt ridiculous in the ultra-feminine pink pajama set, but he was too exhausted to complain. Elena looked him up and down with satisfaction.

— Tomorrow, we’ll continue your training. And if you’re still rebellious… the punishment will be even longer and more humiliating.

She gently stroked his cheek before turning off the main light, leaving only a soft bedside lamp.

— Good night, my pretty little maid.

Kurapika lay down on the small bed provided for him, still wearing the pink pajama set. His body was marked by the ropes, and his mind was filled with humiliation. Despite all his resistance, he could feel himself losing control more and more every day.