'A feeling you can't let go of.' pt 2 by DLC's alyssa
Predatory, confident, dominating each one of the women Charlotte, Adele and Brenda took on previously unseen characteristics as the months moved along. Just as the therapist Jane predicted the respective husbands Thad, Samuel and Tom paid no mind to the ingredients in the smoothie mixes.
In Latin it’s called ‘Divide et impera’ used by Julius Caesar to subdue Gaul’s legions divide and conquer was the strategy the women put in play with their husbands. Thinking it best they decided to keep them separate from each other until they were well into the process of turning trans.
At 5’ 9” Charlotte’s body was such she could be voluptuous looking at the drop of a hat. Well-formed she leveraged her curvaceousness utilizing a new batch of lingerie designed to keep her Thad focused on how intimidating a woman’s beauty can be when needed.
Walking around the home in embroidered bra and panties and suspender belt hold ups with stockings and heels became common place. She had always suspected Thad ‘had a thing’ for her lingerie and took to rummaging through her intimate wear drawers from time to time.
A career in public relations the woman knew the power of words she believed a female’s juices could influence and be put it in practice acquiring a ‘Queening’ chair.
Sam settled in letting his head rest on the padded leather catch-all under the opening as Char attached his cuffed wrists to the Queening chair. As the woman’s birthing hips drifted down he welcomed the sight of her vagina drawing near.
Everyone has dependency needs licking and kissing her pussy was becoming an outlet for him to fulfill one of his.
Samuel’s tongue slithered out well into 6 months on estrogen his lips had grown soft as they gently kissed her womanly folds.
Charlotte would look down and talk to him using feminine pronouns as though he was a submissive girlfriend. The first few weeks he cringed at her saying it yet over time he soon accepted the description not wanting to do anything that may have her upset ending the practice of oral worship.
“Yes my baby likes that doesn’t she….it looks so pretty…..just like a lovely flower….it’s a reminder of why women wear panties with flowers on them…they do it in loving memory of all the faces that have been buried there.”
Sam was being trained to adore her and made concessions to his masculinity along the way. Step by step Charlotte took to diminishing his sense of male-hood replacing it with a desire to experience a feminine perspective.
“Being a woman is sooo nice….yesss you can feel your mind is opening up to the realization….it is an idea you can’t let go of.”
He knew she was right. It had started first with his legs frequently taking showers together he watched as she showed him how to shave his before doing hers. The woman next moved on to the rest of his body including his underarms as he was being kept near hairless. Gradually he was integrated into using a feminine grooming regimen much like hers.
Having stopped the habit of using his name Charlotte addressed him with pet names like sweetie, darling and others that displayed similar affection while making him feel less than masculine.
As he lay prone on the carpeted floor in what was now called ‘her bedroom’ he enjoyed the sensations that came with wearing panties. Licking her pussy he found it hard if not impossible to grow stiff and cum in the act having done it more than a few times.
Charlotte grew tired of seeing it and waited until he was secured to the queening chair before she slid his first chastity cage on locking it closed. From then on her pet of a husband became even more compliant as he realized he’d lost control of his penis and the freedom to wank himself to orgasm whenever he felt like it.
Truth was there was no other way to say it Charlotte was taking over his life. Dedication, appreciation, admiration, kindness and gratefulness all were qualities he’d acquired as his devotion to Charlotte expanded the longer the female hormones were in play.
At the 11th month mark on HRT Charlotte found him a position at a card and gift shop a friend owned. Her mind would think about how 6 weeks earlier he had been deflowered on that special night.
“Baby did you clean all our toys?”
Wearing a sheer filmy soft fabric cover-up of a thigh length negligee he grew nervous on seeing the harness and strap-on cock. It was the first time she had done him up in makeup while styling his hair to a pretty look.
“Yes Ms. Charlotte."
“Very good honey…what have I been telling you….good girls get rewarded and bad girls get punished…..lets have you on the bed on all fours.”
Sam wasn’t sure if he was to be spanked, slipping off the robe he gave a shake to his lengthening hair. Peeking out from behind the strip of latex of his lacy thong separating the butt cheeks he could feel the butt plug lodged deep within his anal canal.
While his body had accepted the building blocks of female hormones altering his DNA Charlotte too used a ‘building blocks’ approach like a child playing adding subtle pieces creating a tower of femininity.
Kept in a cocoon of feminine warmth the list expanded as the months moved along …..pierced ears, ….longer hair styling it as it grew…..soft skinned moisturized to the point he rarely went a day without doing it…. sculpted and manicured nails kept pretty with clear varnish as they lengthened…. facial hair removal crème eradicating hair follicles…. tapered eyebrows thinned to the degree they could only be described as girly….and of course lingerie.
The world of women’s intimate wear is often a mystery to a male. Assuming they hadn't graduated to the fixed medium of porn mags or videos so many had grown up looking at the Sears catalog or the like seeing pictures of antiseptic looking bra and panties sets while wanking as young teens.
Yet ask any lifelong Cd and the roots of wearing woman’s clothing and underwear always comes back to the impressionable age of being a teenager trying on ‘mummy’s things. For most it stays with them forever never ever really leaving as one is bound to the illusion with the attachment coming in the sensations.
At heart a trans girl never needs to be told to ‘get in touch with your feelings’….after all she has been doing it for as long as she can remember reaching back to her miscast days as a boy.
Having an authoritarian mother it’s likely a need to submit to females lays just below the surface as a male grows older. These days it’s called a ‘Loving Female Authority’ figure skilled enough to keeping an obedient male subservient in a Female led relationship. How many women had been kept the same in years gone by?
In the hands of the right alpha woman be it tease and denial or outright dominance lingerie can be used to create the most docile budding t-girl when used strategically.
Truth was Samuel had been so used to having to always pretend to be the alpha in the relationship it felt nice to ‘let go’ when he finally did.
Lying in bed he’d lay on his back as Charlotte took over the role of aggressor. What had started with panties soon progressed to nighties and ‘Babydoll’ sets for bedtime.
Instead of inanely rambling about meaningless sports like he had in the pubs with friends he found himself having discussions as though a couple of best girl-friends on a sleep over.
Charlotte couldn’t help but think her husband being turned domestic tasked with cleaning the house and doing laundry and ironing had made her Sam more clothing conscious.
The model Lauren Hutton once declared ‘males are jealous because women get to wear makeup’. Charlotte made sure to train her subby-hubby in helping her get ready in the mornings in order to educate him in the art of the application of colors and powders. When the time was right for him to use makeup and hair styling his tutoring would pay dividends.
At 5, 6 and even 7 months in they weren’t present but by month 10 and 11 it was clear his chest was blooming like a budding flower in a garden with the development of feminine breasts. Unnerving to see their presence showed how with some tweaks and hormones a male could be turned femme much quicker than most realized.
It made one wonder if the spirit of all had a greater plan for those that believe it in the Bible it was said females were created after males with some declaring the 'Devine' got it right on the 2nd try.
The truth that a male can be made to alter his body to a feminine appearance also reminded them they can also learn to live through their emotions and intuition like any woman does. The word ‘divine’ has a few definitions with the verb being ’to perceive intuitively’.
Charlotte simply offered the choice his demeanor turning docile and lady-like she would lay out camilsole set's with matching panties. Once a male develops the need to feel the tactile sensations of the gentler fabrics of intimate-wear he soon defers to choosing softer outer clothing to go with.
Pruning his closet of male clothing Charlotte would have him clipping off the sales tags and putting the feminine styled clothing up himself as though a declaration it was his choice. A slew of dress and Polo golf shirts and a dozen of the mostly same beige colored pants gave way to more feminine looking selections of floral colors and designs in tops and slacks and leggings. Biding her time Char knew skirts and dresses would follow on the months ahead.
The night he was on all fours positioned to accept the strap-on cock proved a key turning point. A wave of estrogen flowed through as he held still like any female virgin he contemplated what it would feel like to be penetrated.
Charlotte took a ton of pictures certain one or two would end up being framed and kept on her dresser. She planned on having a few of him posed in alluring lingerie accompany them.
His head lifted the moment the cock pushed its way gently past the rosebud entrance. It was a moment of relief mingling with a slight pain that losing one’s virginity can be. Charlotte let her hands glide along the smoothness of his naked thighs. It felt so good to her to be the one in charge controlling the deflowering.
The fact is possessing a woman’s dexterity fucking with phallus symbol of a cock on a strap-on feels quite normal based on her natural rhythm. At 6” with limited girth the realistic cock slid in and out made slick with plenty of lube.
“Does my Jennifer like that honey?”
Charlotte knew he had always loved the name Jennifer not waiting for an answer the woman continued.
“Ohhhh yessss….I needed a good fuck….just like that baby.”
Her hand reached down cupping his breasts she finished by tweaking crinkling each nipple delighting in how they pulled outward along with his breasts. They had finally grown to something large enough they couldn’t be denied.
Charlotte concentrated on her pace wanting to get the pair of boobies to move back and forth in timed motion.
“Jenny honey…lets turn and smile at the video cam….just think you’ll always be able to go back and see the night I made you my woman.”
Slamming her hips against his butt cheeks she enjoyed hearing the tell-tale impactful slapping sound she had often heard back when things had been different in days gone by. Slowing the tempo down over the next few minutes the woman took the penetration to just a heartbeat and feelings.
“Things are going to feel new for my t-girl Jenny…they always are once a gurl knows she can be taken like a woman at any time by her dominant….you’ll find out this is true Jennifer when you wake up tomorrow.”
His penis free of its cage flopped up and down until Charlotte chose to stroke it while she fucked the masculinity out of him. The latex cock was the latest from the ‘power-drive’ collection on the lesbian BDSM toy site.
Designed for full effect he was about to find out just how nice internal vibrations felt. Jennifer was discovering once new nerve endings were activated they would cry out to be felt in the days ahead.
‘Ohhhh my that’s feels so good Ms. Charlotte.”
"Every woman likes feeling a vibrator inside their pussy sweetie…you’ll be no different Jennifer…..why there is going to come a time when you’ll be begging me to fuck you honey.”
She pushed his body to the mattress he had lost so much weight being on the hormone laden smoothies he felt helplessly submissive to her strength. Her hand pulled back ‘Jennifer’s’ hair along one side as she whispered.
“Would you like me to come inside you darling?....shall we make it official that you were bred by warm cream?...go ahead sweetie ask me to…you know I like rewarding my gurl when she’s been good….what better way to do that than to come inside her.”
On his own Jennifer spread his legs as wide as he could.
“Please breed me Ma’am…I need to feel you come inside me please.”
Charlotte squeezed the faux ball-sac letting the mix of yogurt and lemon juice fill her Jennifer’s anal canal.
Jennifer came into the room the next morning carrying a tray that had fresh hot coffee and a cranberry muffin she had baked the day before. The Wall Street Journal tucked along the side of the tray Jennifer bent and kissed his woman after setting it down.
“Thank you for last night Ma’am.”
The attractive dress hanging off the closet door caught his eye.
“Does somebody see something pretty she’d like to be put in to wear?”
Jennifer pulled his hand up to his chest broken at the wrist it rested on his nightie as he spoke.
“Could I Ms. Charlotte…would you let me?....are those petticoats underneath?…they look so lovely….so feminine.”
“Darling Jennifer ….look at the matching heels on the floor next to the dress ….today you’ll do your housework wearing a pretty dress and heels….we’ll talk about it after you lick me to a climax while I read my 'Wallstreet'.”
Charlotte couldn’t help but think ‘I could get used to this real easy like.”
They day after their discussion with Jane her therapist Brenda’s Yvette and her sat at the island counter in the kitchen discussing the pro’s and con’s and possibilities of going post-op t-girl.
Lifting up Yvette opened the long cabinet door to look at the collection of a half dozen aprons. Her favorite was the one with the ruffled edges along the hem.
“Here baby come I’ll tie your apron on….top off my coffee before you clean up a little while we keep talking.”
A quick tug at the waist had Yvette let out a ‘teenie’ breath with her hands held up benignly and her head turned slightly to the side.
“Thank you Ma’am.”
“Yes you have grown to enjoy wearing your aprons darling....I would say it’s a feeling you can’t let go of.”
In some ways the two former husbands looked like a couple of toddlers sitting on the floor with the doll house nearby. Pulled into the fetish world of BDSM bondage a regular spanking discipline had long since paddled out of them any disobedience and defiance that may have lingered. It opened new areas to explore such as age-play.
Being in adult sized short lace-ruffle trimmed party dresses that looked like a 6 year old girl would wear they both had Barbie dolls they were dressing up. Brenda and Adele had a more serious conversation regarding investment opportunities with Jane.
The therapist suggested it as a way of age regression therapy to help activate the feelings of their youth when a mother figure ruled their world.
Jane addressed Adele specifically.
“Adele you’ve done wonders with your Holly….the truth is you both have…no more worrying if they are out drinking or carousing...no those days behind you what lovely docile feminine beings they are becoming.”
Adele had followed the same course as her friends Brenda and Charlotte. No different than the other husbands her Thad too caved in when the onslaught of estrogen made itself dominate his endocrine network. His hair turned platinum blond looked cute evenly cut below the neckline.
As a male he had been blessed with large areolas that had double in appearance after 14 months of HRT. Looking like the size of a silver dollar when naked her 'Holly’ was amazed to discover he could now lactate his pair of b-cups on given days.
Jane was the kind of woman that enjoyed watching males being turned trans-femme
Bending down in a motherly way she tied on the small nappy-bibb around the neck of Yvette.
“Don’t scoot away Holly I’ll have your bibb on you before you two are given your apple-juice treat in the baby bottles.”
A few minutes later sitting on the couch the three women watched as their t-girls nuzzled the nipple of the baby bottle feeling and looking quite childish while one hand held the Barbie doll too afraid to let it go. Their shiny patent leather ‘Peter-Pan’ flats off the two let their feet touch each others as they sat on the floor looking at each other.
Yvette giggled out after taking a sip.
“I can see your ruffled panties Holly.”
“Me too Yvette…I can see yours too.”
He giggled in a girlish voice also before adding.
“You look pretty in pink”
“You look pretty in yellow Holly.”
Brenda looked down as she spoke.
“Oh it seems are gurls are acting silly now….lets finish your bottles than we’ll do a little show and tell.”
It took a few minutes to get each down to just their ruffled butt panties as they say on the floor. Both had grown comfortable showing off their pair of b-cups breasts with chastity cages removed Holly watched her penis grow hard as Yvette touched it through the yellow panties. Shaking her hair the blond bobb fell back into place along her neckline as she looked at her Domina Adele.
“Sweetie lets slip off your panties …now let Yvette touch your little plaything.”
Leaning forward on his knees Yvette was the next to feel his panties being removed as Brenda stood above him looking superior. He felt delightfully feminine as his boobies jiggled while he slithered closer to Holly.
“Go ahead Yvette sweetie…have a lick and tickle…use those pretty lips of yours.”
With legs spread Holly let out a sigh feeling Yvette’s tongue move along the shaft of her penis.
Holly’s mouth formed the classic ‘O’ look It wasn’t so much a fright of panic as it was more of a feeling of sheer delight a t-girl gets when having their gurl-clitty touched. The t-girl didn’t know what he should do so he shook his breasts as if declaring aren’t they pretty.
His woman stood close letting her fingers caress his dyed platinum-blond hair. A look of admiration he stared up at the woman who had come to rule over his life.
“Yes that’s my baby….so innocent looking… I told you you’d enjoy being turned Trans….gurls like you cream so quickly …don’t be afraid dear it’s only natural."
His breath becoming more labored Holly screeched out.
“Eeewwww, eeewwww….oh Ms. Adele….Yvette’s lips are so soft…I feel so excited….eeewwww.”
“I can tell why your nipples have never been so hard and pointed ..here honey hold my hand while you climax.”
They both knew he had become noticeably weaker the past year and half…..lifting up he splayed his nails just to look at them before holding his Domina's hand.
“Don’t my nails look pretty Ma’am?...i just love polishing them in colors…..oh Yvette yes, yes,…oh yes….your my best friend forever…ohhh pleasse make me climax… I cant take much more of your licking….oh girl oh girl oh yessssss…my clitty is going to get so wet….oh here it is.”
The woman saw it…that looked Jane had spoken off….a male turned into a docile woman….one now comfortable often being a sexual plaything...emersed in her girl world…rarely to be taken serious in matters of import… his place was to obey his woman in exchange for experiencing femininity in all its forms.
Adele couldn’t help but think ‘it’s time we made you an d-cup through augmentation'. Her houghts continued '…hmm I wonder ….can balls be removed and turned in to silver plated earrings…it would be a nice reminder his balls are still hanging ...though just not between his legs’.
“Baby would you like a new pair of earrings?...perhaps we’ll talk about it later lets have you pleasure Yvette….one good lick deserves another….especially after what she did for you.”
The pretty butt’s rosebud was winking at Holly as Yvette turned the other way looking up at her Domina while on her hands and knees. An anal bleaching had given the area a pinkish hue.
On the couch earlier while Yvette and Holly played 'dress up' with the dolls the three women took to discussing leaving ‘their mark’ on the former husbands.
“I want something that declares he’s mine now.’
Jane had replied ‘a nice floral image with the words ‘property of Adele’ would accomplish that while still looking pretty’.
“I’m thinking of having a pretty flower tattoo put covering her rosebud…I figure every time I use my strap-on or he gets shagged by a bullstud Yvette will get to show it off.”
“How creative Brenda.”
The group of superior women turned to see Holly licking the slit of the crack between Yvette’s bottom cheeks. Many males fail to realize just how sensitive the area can be. Their look had gone way beyond mere gurlie-boi’s well on its way to being full-breasted t-girls. Too caught up in the sensations all Yvette could do was wiggle her ass hoping her bestie Holly wouldn’t stop until she creamed.
The loud footfalls came stomping down hitting the stairs loudly. The crew of house carpenters had been upstairs building out half the finished attic. They had no idea Adele planned on turning it into a BDSM fun-room.
Seeing the two T-girls caught Ed’s attention as well as Bo and Brad the two younger studs on his carpenter crew.
The fake cough had Adele turning to look at Ed.
“Hi guys how’s it looking up there….”
A chuckle by Adele had her turning briefly to see Yvette and Holly before she looked back.
“Oh don’t mind them they just used to be our husbands…don’t they look amusingly femme now.”
“Gee they sure are gorgeous…they used to be guys huh?...husbands too at that wow....that reminds me you said something about ‘fluffing for MILF’s’….if we got our work for today done sooner than we thought. None of us could figure out what you meant.”
“Ohh, ohh, ohhh oh Holly.”
Adele turned to look seeing Brenda and Jane smiling as the two t-girls took to squealing during the ‘lick-fest’.
“Shush girls…your domina is speaking…Brenda can you have them stop….I don’t care if they are more female than male once an aroused penis is involved their male minds turn to mush.”
Brenda snapped her finger grabbing the attention of Holly and her Yvette.
“Girls silence... ‘rest and assume’ position now.”
The former husbands turned femme-trans had been trained in the art of BDSM slave protocol positions often used to show submission and devotion the two swiftly scurried into the holding pose.
The pretty butts resting on the ankles the t-girls had their hands palms up while sitting in their lap. Erect posture allowed them to proudly display their developing breasts while keeping their heads lowered with eyes looking at the carpet.
“Yes Ed…’MILF fluffing’….you did say being single you’re open-minded as to sex and like to swing a little ….well we have three women here who could use a good shagging….its been some time since we have had a real male give us some length with purpose and intent…..”
The two younger lads on the crew immediately began silently shaking their heads ‘yes’ in case their boss Ed sought their opinion as Adele continued.
“….that is if you don’t mind a couple of cute t-girls fluffing your cocks to hardness…we’re always looking to improve their skill set.”
“Sure Ms. Adele if you think it would help in their development we’d be glad to assist.”
Work belts off the three beefy carpenters stood naked in front of Yvette and Holly as Brenda, Adele and Jane began to undress down to their bra and panties.
“Me and Brad drawing straws boss?….I mean ya’ know after once you’ve picked yours.”
Just then the front door opened to find Charlotte and her gurl Jennifer walk into the living room.
“Helloooo any one home….thought we’d drop by and see if….”
Charlotte momentarily stood mouth agape before catching herself. She looked at the three naked males with Yvette and Holly on their knees ready to give some head.
“Hey how about someone give a phone call to a girl huh?”
“Check….I did text you Charlotte.”
“No matter just kidding…we’re here now…Jennifer honey off with your things …be a good gurl join Yvette and Holly…..cock how nice....your Domina has a feeling she can't let go of.”
End of part 2…..
....Story and Characters continued in 'Pumps and Circumstances'.