Amy lightly swung the shopping bag that had 3 pairs of new shoes as she walked down the cobblestone sidewalk in town. Spotting the local pubs the Bull and The Cock she decided it had been sometime since she had a nice cool tasting lager or local IPA.
With her Cynthia away for the weekend visiting her mother Helen the woman enjoyed a day out alone shopping at boutiques.
“Hello John…how are you?”
The barkeep ran the clean rag over the area of the bar she was sitting at.
“Hi Amy….been awhile since I’ve seen you. Now that I think of it the same for Cecil…..his mate Nigel too…he’s been away for work the last few months yet just got back in town the other day…expect to see him here today…sure wish he’d get past his gay-bashing one of these days….the way I figure it people are people…who really give a hoot what their sexual orientation is as long as nobody is getting hurt.”
“Like so many Nigel fears what he doesn’t know. Pride goeth before the fall he simply needs to be enlightened if not humbled…..as for my baby…Yes well my honey has been going through some changes lately.”
A coy smile on his face John replied.
“Rumor has it ‘she’ is transitioning…if so my cousin who is gay runs a support center for the LGBTQ community if that would help at all.”
“Nice to know John. What’s on tap these days.”
“We have the latest from the Concord Craft Brews collection…how about ‘Four Rivers Red’…a nice red ale that has a deep rich flavor.”
“Splendid …I’ll grab that table over by the window that has the nice afternoon light coming thru.”
Looking at Amy scrolling through her tablet John brought the 16 oz draft beer over and laid a business card on the table.
“Old school I know but here’s Lance my cousin’s biz-card if you need to connect at the LGBTQ center.”
Tilting the glass Amy took a hesitant sip. Still holding it aloft she took a deeper one deciding she liked the taste.
The title of the 2nd to last chapter of ‘Cuckolding Made Easy’ was at the top of the tablet. ‘A Queen and her worker bees’.
‘Now many a woman with varying degrees of success have mastered the art of cuckolding often like to take on the challenge of acquiring additional cuckolds. Tamed and trained frequently they will assist in running the household once under her thumb. For example I’ve known women that have turned their cuckold husbands or mates trans and have also brought in other males just for the sake of demonstrating their power and new found dominance by doing it’.
‘I like to call this kind of woman a ‘Queen Bee’ for she realizes she can now train many a male creature to do her bidding. Though long past the dearly departed Mrs. Silk is one such example. Unfamiliar I suggest you ‘Google’ her. Skilled enough to recognize the value at the dawn of the internet the woman literally created an empire of followers throughout the world using her wisdom in the benefits of female dominance’.
‘Mercedes in the car park a posh home with indoor pool and gardens utilizing chastity cages to create feminine males kept in maids uniforms the Dominant female carried on knowing women are superior. I doubt she did a lick of housecleaning after first turning her husband into a cuckold then a sissy maid. She was known to have a collection of a half-dozen maids at any given time keeping her home running smoothly while made-up wearing uniforms and high heels’.
‘The smart woman confident in her inherent royalty as a ‘Queen Bee’ also learns to train her ‘bullstud’ establishing herself as the sole ruler over her life along with many of those involved in it’.
Out of the corner of her eye seeing him stealing a glance at her beauty Amy spotted Nigel the longtime mate of her Cecil as he sat at the bar.
Spiritual Sages have often declared ‘when the student is ready the teacher will appear’. The opposite can be true as well ‘when the teacher is ready the student will appear’ an Amy’s new one was soon to be right in front of her.
A quick motion with her hands under her chiffon blouse she created as much cleavage as she could muster with her breasts before unbuttoning one more to show them off.
Nigel walked over with a refill of her Four River Red ale pulling out a chair at her table to get a better look he sat hoping to glimpse the mystery of what lay between her crossed legs. The woman shrewd enough to recognize the feeble attempt crossed her legs. The hint of display from her white panties shifted his mind’s thinking from the big head to the small one that sat atop his penis.
“How’s Cecil been?”
“My Baby is doing well…off to see Mother this weekend…going through some changes being at home so much….then again so much of life is about adopting wouldn’t you say?...after all there is no pain in changing there is only pain in resisting change.”
The bracelet with the tiny lock dangled off the ankle bracelet as her foot lightly bounced. The same height as Cecil he looked up at Amy.
“Say I don’t want to be too forward but I’ve heard tell a woman wearing an ankle bracelet like that means something.”
The woman could see the potential in him. If handled correctly like her fiancée his diminished size leaned more towards softness than a rugged manly appearance. The wheels turning inside her brain Amy replied.
“What?…that she fools around…that she takes on bullstuds….Though not married yet myself…it means a ‘Hotwife’…I like to think I’m hot.”
Amy slipped her heel off letting her foot and polished toenails go on display behind the sheer stocking. Friendship with Cecil be damned he took the bait.
“You’re definitely hot Amy.”
The touch of a surgeon pointing her toes she delicately ran her foot along the inside of Nigel’s leg pushing the hem of his cargo shorts higher.
“I’m not sure you could handle me or whether you’re even worthy enough to….I must tell you I can be quite demanding…obedience a requirement I like things a certain way.”
Almost panting Nigel nodded his head.
“I’d welcome the chance to prove it.”
“Fine then we’ll have a go at it…for your first test slip down to your knees and put the pump back on my foot.”
Feeling his penis begin to firm he looked around.
“You mean here?…right now?…with others around…what if they see me?…they might say something.”
“I didn’t ask what they would say I told you to put my shoe back on…besides people are often far too busy thinking about themselves to concern themselves about others.”
The moment he knelt on the floor she knew she had him.
Having little choice Nigel held still as he looked up hands secured to the ‘Queening’ chair. Amy lowered her lovely round bottom down to the twin soft leather pieces. He’d always wondered what her vagina looked like and was disappointed when she put a pair of eyeshades on him.
15 minutes earlier Nigel hadn’t thought much about it when the woman lathered on what felt like body lotion after she finished the paddling. Wrists and ankles spread wide attached to a metal cross his backside exposed he weathered the spanking as best he could.
Amy easily leaned forward while he licked her pussy. Slowly wiping the towel to collect the remnants of the hair removal crème her hands glided along his body leaving behind the smooth hairless look as it reached his neckline. Pulling at the ball-sac she slipped one than the other ball through the metal circle before slipping the latest generation chastity cage with a self-contained locking mechanism in place. She thought he looked cute with the single line brazilian cut on his mound.
“Amy….I can feel something on my cock.”
A quick squeeze to the nut-sack silenced him after a brief ‘ouch that hurts’.
“Shhhh it's not a cock...that's something a man has…call me Mistress Amy when speaking to me…lets have it be a surprise …. you’ll find the eyeshades will heighten your senses….take in my scent…worship my pussy…let it fill your mind with thoughts about my womanly essence.”
Her efforts providing a sense of accomplishment she leaned into the backrest ready to enjoy the lick-fest over the next hour or so. Nigel remembered reading a male should trace out the letters of the alphabet when licking a vagina. At first he let his inner dialogue sing the child hood rhyme…ABD…EFG…H.. I J K LMNO … P..QRS…T..U..V…WX…Y AND Z…now I know my abc’s’.
That song soon gave way to power of the potent juices. Perhaps it was instinctual yet his hands tried to reach out and touch her flower only to be stymied being cuffed to the chair. Just as she had with her Cecil she whispered words designed to cultivate a desire to accept the role of her submissive.
“Yes that’s it…feel yourself giving in…you want to be obedient to me….you’ll enjoy doing what you are told.”
Her hips gyrated running her slit back and forth along his wet lips. Over and over she spoke like he already was her submissive toy.
“Yessss…very good pet…pleasing me brings you pleasure…you want to worship a dominant woman…you want to serve your Mistress Amy.”
Sometime into it he couldn’t say exactly when he could feel himself accepting her words as his truth.
“Nice pet ….good little boy…that’s it …feel yourself letting go….I could tell you liked looking at my lingerie…you tried to steal glances of my panties….you like how pretty my bra looks…all that pretty lace…the lovely ribbons …and pretty bows ….mingling with the ruffled frills….. “
Once more she ran her vulva along his mouth.
“Think about it…how nice it would feel to have panties all your own…you will love the feeling of the lace caressing your skin….its gentle touch…its feminine look.”
Amy saw his mound lurch up humping at the air. She could tell he ‘was’ thinking about it as he murmured out ‘yes Mistress Amy’. Like so many males these days he had a fascination at being dominated by an alpha woman.
“Have you ever dressed a woman in her intimate wear?….you’ll feel submissive doing it….especially being in your own lingerie…you want to feel the sensations they bring with…learning how to help put on your Mistresses makeup…it’s going to be fun teaching you….having you brush my hair out…such a lovely pet you’ll make….pretty in 'her' panties."
Pushing it in deep Nigel let his tongue swirl inside her wanting to take in as much of her pussy juice as he could get.
“I know you’ve thought about it before…why kneeling putting my high heel back on in front of the others at the pub you likely gave thought to it….what it would feel like to be in your own high heels…..you’re both the same size….among the many my honey has her own pair….they lock on permitting no escape…..yet I’m sure she wouldn’t mind letting you wear them…..sugar and spice and everything nice…she’s become such a pretty t-girl now.”
It came out sounding as a semi mind-fuck Nigel hadn’t seen his mate for some time yet remembered his effeminate appearance before he’d left going out of town for work a few months back.
“Of course you’ll need stockings to go with your 4” heels…what’s a submissive girl without a frilly suspender belt and stockings…the way the matching ribbons along the sides frame your little cage…would you like to look down your smooth hairless body and see what has captured that little plaything of yours?...surely you don't believe this could service a woman... There let’s remove your eyeshades…you’ll look nice with mascara.”
The first thing he wanted to see was her vagina wet with moistness he stared at the lovely folds and labia with her engorged clit made prominent.
Amy had moved the floor mirror in place so Nigel could see his appearance take on the feminine look on each thing she had done. The pull of the garter-straps tugged on the stay-up stockings attached by the tabs. Looking down at the pair of black high heels he could feel the 2" thick strap across his ankles and knew they weren’t coming off until she unlocked them. With his arms stretched out tied to each bedpost Amy had carefully applied the lengthy faux nails,
“Baby is your corset too tight?...why we trim 20 pounds off you and you’ll find you’ll enjoy having a waist-cincher on.”
Nigel could feel the movement and was amazed at how life-like the breasts looked and felt.
“They’re called breast forms and that’s a c-cup size bra…I’m almost done with your makeup…since it’s long enough to make pretty will tease your hair and put some spray on to it to hold its style.”
Carefully curling the false eyelashes upward with mascara she next ran the powdered brush in circles spreading out the rouge highlighting each cheek.
“Did you enjoy the enema? it’s nice to feel clean between your legs…over time you’ll end up calling it douching just like any other female does….if you haven’t already you’ll get accustomed to the feel of that butt plug. Now that facial epilator I used will keep you clean shaven for a few days.”
“Yes Mistress Amy.”
A wiz with a brush and comb Amy stood back to admire the tease and style she’d done with his brunette hair. The woman had tripled the volume leaving the attractive feminine look to surround his face awash in colorful makeup.
“For the present these are clip-on earrings until we can get your ears pierced…”
Stopping for a moment giving a jiggle to her breasts she gently ran her hand along his powdered face.
“You’re feeling it…the sensations reserved for a woman...Tell me …What does this say on the bottle dear?”
“Shall I send you away?…or would you like to stay and take your first dosage?”
Moving close Amy whispered in his ear on hearing him moan.
“It is the seed of femininity from which the woman within you will blossom.”
“I feel kinda' scared but I’ll stay Ma’am.”
Thick with lipstick he opened his mouth to see her drop the pill in. Lifting up the water bottle she moved the straw close.
“Girls like using straws so we don’t have to re-do our lipstick…..now I’m thinking you look like an Abigail…..'Hmmmm Maid Abigail come here' ….yesss definitely an Abigail.”
Feeling exhausted Nigel had fallen asleep on the floor near Amy’s bed. Waking up ‘Abigail’ glanced to see Amy still sleeping. His hand rubbed at the ankle strap keeping his heels locked on. Having been forbidden to use Mistress Amy’s bathroom he made his way down the hall on the 2nd floor to go pee.
The click-clack of the heels on the hardwood floor brought a level of arousal. Inside the bathroom a look at his panties and chastity cage he knew he’d have to sit to relieve himself. The metal clinked against the porcelain as he kept his finger on the cage directing the flow while his free hand kept the anal plug in place afraid it might plop out unexpectedly.
Freshening his lipstick a look in the mirror had him fluffing his styled hair out before spritzing on some perfume. Why did it have to smell so pretty....so feminine?
Abigail gently ran the tips of his painted nails up along the stocking. Nigel could feel himself being pulled deeper into the world of feminine lingerie from the sensations.
Peacocking down the hallway strutting into the bedroom ‘Abigail’ froze at seeing the tall naked man step out from Amy’s bathroom.
Master Doug stared as if to say ‘what are you doing here?’. Doug stepping towards him Abigail back-peddled discovering what many a women knew….It’s near impossible to run away when in 4” high heels. He next realized what submissive females also knew being dressed in lingerie can make a man go hard on seeing them wearing high heels an intimate wear.
Nigel wasn’t sure what to do so he jiggled his boobies then cursed himself for doing it.
Grunting out his cock made angry looking Doug pushed close trapping Abigail between him and the door. A feminine weakness came over him he was about to be kissed by a man with little he could do about it.
Dwarfed by the size of the muscled-up male he felt so helpless.
It came out in a whimper.
“But I’m a… you don’t understand…I’ve never kissed another…”
The words were lost as the two mouths merged. Smooth and hairless his skin felt so soft in his lingerie. Doug’s hands on the waist-cinching corset gruffly pulled Nigel close showing off his strength.
"You'll be just as pretty as Cynthia when Mistress Amy is done with you."
The man’s hand reached out and clutched at the pretty bra. The breasts felt so real as Nigel arched his back. Doug let his left hand move in back when he felt the butt plug between the cheeks he knew what he was going to do. Effortlessly lifting Abigail off his feet he carried the budding t-girl to the one side of the mattress.
Eliminating any potential inclination towards disobedience like the master he was Doug slapped Nigel’s face once yet just hard enough to act as a reminder. Free of any pretense towards romance all he said was one word.
Its menacing one eye atop the head stared Abigail in the face pointing straight at him. Closing his eyes opening his mouth Nigel could feel the lipstick gliding across sliding his lips further down the shaft then he thought they might go.
“There Baby…yea…get it nice and wet for Master Doug.”
Perhaps a latent oral fixation being satiated yet Abigail found that he liked the feeling the more the cock slid in and out. His body thin and made shapely Nigel slid his mouth under to lick at the balls as Doug ran his hands along his back. Caressing Abigail’s bottom cheeks the master gave off a couple of quick fanny-spanks pleased to see the tube of lube on the nightstand.
Flipping Abigail onto his back it scared Nigel to see how easily Doug could lift and move his body. A smile at seeing both heels were locked on the dominant master effortlessly brought Nigel’s legs high in the air.
A history of homophobia mingled with elements of distain disappeared a few minutes in as Abigail discovered what many a gay and trans person knows. Having a cock sliding in and out of an anal canal can feel pleasurable if done right. Through the opening between the twin globes of breast forms Nigel passively watched the hard dick penetrating past his rosebud entrance. There was something about how they wiggled that turned him on if anything it only made him more curious what real breasts would feel like.
Lying face down next to the two the looseness of Amy’s luscious butt cheeks moved from the motion of Nigel being shagged. Abigail could feel himself crossing over. It was that mental place where one quickly processes and projects what life as a regular crossdresser or even a t-girl on hormones might be like.
He knew he had to feel it Abigail now desperate had to experience the thrill of explosion…what it was like to feel warm cream being violently spurting out inside him.
Master Doug showed his compassion spotting the chastity key on Amy’s ‘Hotwife’ ankle bracelet he moved her leg so he could unlock the cage. Putting his legs on the mattress spread wide Nigel felt sexy wearing the high heels as they pushed against the bedsheet.
Within seconds freed of the metal restrained his own penis pulsating like never before stood straight up as Doug stroked it.
“Eeewwwww, eeewwwww…Master Doug….eeewwww, eeeewwwww…please... please... make me cream….I need to come….I want to come …. Please ….eeewwww ……eeewwww….please make me come as you breed me.”
Seconds later Nigel became one of the converted. His aim true and steady Doug pointed Abigail’s penis so it would spurt out letting its warm gooey mess land on his own face. His own cum dripping on his chin and neck Nigel squeezed then retracted his butt cheeks the moment he felt Master Doug releasing inside him. Like many turned a gay crossdresser his sex-life would never be the same after that.
Still half-asleep Amy opened only one eye to look at Doug.
“Tell maid Abigail to make us breakfast…I could go for some pancakes and bacon in about an hour....have her get it started after that there is laundry to do.”
End of part 4 …