The bed and breakfast was a popular spot for LGBTQ travelers from out of town that wanted a comfortable location staffed by members of the gay community. Carla Forster and her wife Hazel were the two seasoned lesbians operating the upscale boutique hotel B & B. It provided a hideaway spot that was near enough to town with a short 25 minute drive yet had all the charm of being in the country.
Carla the dominant between the two in the marriage kept track of the finances while Hazel attended to the practical necessities of the day to day operation from domestic concerns to the delightful food prepared in the large kitchen of the 4 story structure.
A vintage ‘Painted Lady ‘of a home the Victorian house was known for its stained glass windows and spacious front porch that wrapped around the side.
“Hi Tilly, so nice to see you…I thought you two would enjoy some fresh muffins…our talented chef Lorenzo made them early this morning….you know how some of those South American countries hate gays….we’re glad to have him since he immigrated. ”
She looked at Carla her alpha lover sitting in the comfy padded wicker chair next to Tilly who every so often swung the seat of the 5’ wide swing she sat in as it hung down from the roof of the porch.
Tilly picking his new name had chosen Danni instead of using his former Denten to emphasize his shift as though a new person. It would make for an easier transition to one she had in mind for down the road.
“…Carla and I agree so far your Danni is adjusting well to being a member on our staff and is working out fine free of any problems.”
Carla interrupted her for a moment.
“The first week he was like a typical male when it came to cleaning.”
“What do you mean Carla?”
“I’ve found most males thoughts on cleaning fall into a few categories, the 1st they don’t like to clean and hope the house will somehow clean itself….the 2nd is they will think about cleaning yet barely do enough to get by and the 3rd they simply call a polish cleaning lady service.”
Hazel resumed speaking
”He has gotten better…what’s it been 2 months I think…..Danni has been assigned to domestic chores…around here we never run out of laundry duties or making beds and cleaning rooms…are you here to check up on him?”
“Yes and to see the both of you. I’ve brought a new supply of smoothie mixes.”
Her voice deeper than Hazel's had a little punch to it when Carla spoke.
“I am staying on top of it…I’ll make sure Danni takes his dosage you can count on that Tilly. You say he’s been on the HRT for 3 months now?”
“Yes as part of the arrangement the smoothie mixes have a delightful mix of antiandrogens, t-blockers and estrogen…well I don’t need to go into all its ingredients right now…..it shows you how ignorant some males can be he didn’t even ask what was in them….so be it….lets have him be surprised…..besides that it helps with his dieting I want him down to a thin 130 pounds or so.”
“It’s clear they are having an effect he seems much more subdued since the first week he got here…..you know I must tell you I never really cared all that much for his opinion when reading those hurtful columns in the newspaper. It was as though he was just looking to piss-off members of the gay community.”
Tilly replied after pushing out the smoke from her cigarette.
“He won’t be writing any for some time that activity has been suspended.”
Following the sign-off 3 days later Denten found himself sitting inside Tanga Liu lu’s office waiting for the therapist to get off the conference call.
The large aquarium spanned near 7 feet across just as she planned Denten took to looking at it feeling the graceful flow of the colorful fish lulling him to calmness. Aided by a hallucinogenic marijuana gummy bear caught up in their aquatic world he hadn’t notice the Asian therapist sitting next to him.
“Yes so peaceful in their movement …back and forth they swim…see how calm it is…slowly let your mind relax…to and fro the life of an underwater fish…back and forth so peaceful …so gentle feel your mind become at ease….free of worries…free of concerns…”
Between being mesmerized by staring at the fish and the soothing almost sensual voice of Tanga the therapist Denten’s eyelids slowly began to shut as her words continued putting him under.
The woman gently lied him propped against the corner of the couch ready to move his subconscious mind into trance state knowing it would hear her powerful words.
The deeper one is in trance state the more effective the words are. Immobility aids the process being kept calm and peacefully still increases the likelihood the words will have an impact.
Repetition also is valued in the process open and receiving the more one’s subconscious mind hears the message the greater the chance for it to be accepted as one’s truth and core belief.
For hypnosis to work best one has to speak in the positive while the subject is kept still in a peaceful state undistracted by outside noise. The subconscious doesn’t recognize or better said understand contractions. If a hypnotist says ‘you won’t smoke any more’ it actually inverts the true meaning and interprets the words as ‘you will smoke more’.
The center core of the subconscious is where one’s will and drive exist all 'call to action' comes from there.…when push comes to shove one will do what the subconscious constantly reminds one to do. This is so true to the point one will scour the earth to accomplish the task.
In the Femdom genre those called ‘hypno-domme’s’ have used it to create sissy slaves and pain sluts along with many other subculture pseudo-sexual phenomena that would ordinarily baffle the reasoning found in the day to day conscious mind.
A good twenty minutes of hearing phrases like ‘Let your mind drift off….feel it moving down deeper into relaxation…lose all your worry…my voice makes you feel good…it feels nice to hear…. it feels nice to obey’ put Denten into trance state opening his mind to receive her transformative messages.
Tanga Liu Lu loved the next part for it allowed her to lay the ground work for a whole new person in many ways as she programmed Denten’s mind to accept her words as his truth.
“Attention…Whenever I hear the word attention I stop listen and obey. It is the voice of my mistress and I always obey my mistress. She is my mistress and she must be obeyed. It is pleasurable to obey my mistress…I enjoy obeying my mistress….I need the guidance of my mistress…I always follow the guidance of my mistress…..my mistress knows what’s best for me.”
Almost two hours later the initial session ended. Feeling fresh and relaxed the first thing he asked was if could he come back for further sessions. He smiled at her and asked her to call him ‘Danni’ saying he liked it better than his old name which he actually had trouble remembering. Giving him the urge to have the new name she gave him the female therapist smiled knowing once more her arrow had hit its mark penetrating the protective walls.
In the days and months ahead she would take a flame thrower to his old beliefs replacing them with new truths. He’d accept them as though they had come down from the Oracle of Delphi herself with her cryptic predictions and guidance from the high-priestess of truth.
“Shhh…quiet…the women are talking Danni.”
Cleaning the dishes off the dining room table Danni turned and looked at the 42 year old gay male who went only by the first name of Tristan. His former bellowing and at times bombastic voice had been replaced with a more gentle tone.
“Oh I’m sorry Tristan they must be talking about something important. It’s just I haven’t seen Ms. Tilly in some time.”
Tristan was a personal trainer brought in to live there by Carla until told otherwise. As a favor he quickly agreed glad to help the women that had aided him getting on his feet some years back. Like many gay males he had tried the conventional route of being married to a woman until he realized in his heart he was gay through and through and the marriage was merely a cover.
Truth was he enjoyed staying and working at the B&B because it was a reminder it was near a gay bar that he had found his first true male lover. Carla had let him know he was to trim ‘Danni’ down to a delightfully thin size without building any muscle mass while teaching him the duties of being a domesticated house-cleaner.
Into his third month Danni had grown to admire the male. Possessing a muscled frame with little fat at 5’ 11” he towered over Danni’s 5’6” height.
“Very well then…here take this plate of mint melt-away’s out and offer them some you know how much women enjoy chocolate.”
Pushing the screen door open Danni hesitantly walked towards Tilly and Carla on the porch. Their conversation continued without letting him interrupt for a few minutes. Finally Carla turned to look at him dismissively.
“Yes what is It boy?”
“Excuse me Ms. Carla…hello Ms. Tilly…I thought you may enjoy a piece of chocolate.”
His changed demeanor was evident gone was the former male bravado and cockiness replaced by a softer tone and appearance.
Tilly looked him up and down assessing the progress she was pleased the hint of estrogen was making itself shown in its early stages. Tilly held the swing still as her leg crossed over her knee.
“Are you behaving and doing your chores? …come here Danni is that an earring you have in?”
She tried to remember the identifying gay protocol….right is right and left is wrong.
“Hummm yes Ms Tilly…Tristan thought I’d look good with one. Him and I sleep together…I mean we are in the same bedroom…I mean not the same bed…its just…humm here’s the chocolate.”
The short sleeve t-shirt he wore had an image of the ‘Stonewall riots’ on it. The iconic clash by gays and lesbians versus the police in the 70’s had been a catalyst for changing the way gays were treated in New York city at the time.
Taking the piece of candy Carla laid the plate on the table next to her chair.
“Run along little one…there is work to be done…I’ll not have you dawdling when laundry needs to be cleaned and ironed.”
“Yes Maam…so good to see you Ms. Tilly.’
In spite of the Napoleon tag in days gone by if anyone had called him ‘little one’ he would fire off a vitriol filled with cuss words directed their way.
Just then he heard Tristan’s voice come out through the screen door.
“Danni…our laundry is ready.”
“Before you go pull your shorts down let’s see if your chastity cage is locked still…I haven’t forgotten two weeks ago when you were cleaning your little plaything and forgot to have Hazel lock it after your shower.”
He undid the drawstring bow holding his shorts aloft letting the pair slip down to his ankles. He pulled the thong to the side and held still as Tilly and Carla examined it briefly.
Once More Tristan’s voice could be heard. Pulling his shorts back up Danni stopped collected his lengthening hair and used both hands to push it behind his ears before he went inside.
Tilly looked at Carla.
“His face…I can see he is losing hair follicles…there are some still there yet it is reduced noticeably. “
“Yes I have Hazel gradually working him into more feminine grooming regimen. Once a week they shower. She uses a facial epilator….it’s not as good as laser hair removal but I figure that can come later.”
Danni couldn’t explain why to himself yet over the past two months he had developed and admiration and attraction to the gay male Tristan. The seasoned personal trainer had worked him hard toning his thinning frame to where he too had little fat on it.
The last few weeks his appreciation for Tristan had taken on an undercurrent of sexual implications.
Folding the towels in the basement laundry room they listened to the Donna Summer song play. As ‘Turn out the lights’ concluded the spodify app had ‘hot stuff ‘ come on from the playlist. Tristan could just feel the time was right.
“Here Danni…Hazel likes the hand towels folded a certain way…I’ll show you.”
He moved in behind Danni his muscled arms almost engulfing Danni he held them against Danni’s body as he folded one of the hand towels.
“See how we turn the edge up and tuck it in….Oh I’ve always likes this track….lets swing our hips to the melody.”
Free from objection by Danni together the two moved as one swaying their hips in timed motion.
“You know I’ve never told you this Danni …but you have a pretty butt….”
Tristan started to sing some of the song lines as they swayed.
“Sittin’ here eaten my heart out waitin’…..waitin’ for some lover to call…”
As sure as God makes little green apples Danni could feel Tristan’s hardness press against his bottom cheeks. It could have been a turning point he could have protested declaring ‘I’m not gay’ and walk off in a huff….yet he didn’t. Instead Danni undid the drawstring once more letting his shorts fall to his ankles kicking them off along with his sandals.
Tristan sang softly as he slow humped Danni from behind…
“.Lookin’ for some hot stuff, baby this evenin’….I need some hot stuff, baby tonight…”
Feeling so gay Danni pushed back with his pretty ass before sliding his t-shirt off. It felt so nice to feel Tristan’s hands on his hips as they moved. Trendy as it was within the gay community body-scaping his body had left him near hairless on much of it.
“I need hot stuff…I want hot stuff…I need hot stuff…”
If this had been once of those 50’s femme fatale noir movies he would have turned and said ‘kiss me you fool’ instead Danni just spun around and reached up with his arms and closed his eyes waiting. Tristan’s strong hands held Danni’s butt cheeks pulling him closer while he kissed him.
“Slip down your thong…I think you look hot being locked in chastity.”
It felt nice having Tristan caress his balls. Kissing him he let Tristan spin him around as though confirming he was the beta-subby boy between the two.
“Throw your arms out touch the end of the table…you’re going to loved being reamed by my tongue.”
Danni felt Tristan spread his legs as he dipped down before his tongue slathered out wetness along his rosebud entrance. It was enough to make Danni wiggle his pretty bottom back and forth. Soon he felt the tongue slither inside him producing sensations he never experienced before.
He could feel a band of estrogen flowing through him yet he didn’t realize that’s what it was. All he knew is he felt submissive and wanted more of the sensations to continue. A hint of femininity showed itself when he moved up on his toes as though he was wearing high heels.
Tristan lifted him onto the table on his back he spread his legs and watched as the alpha gay moved his mouth back to his rosebud entrance. He could feel his hips wiggling back and forth his head turned lying on the table he looked at Tristan doing his thing.
The gay lover wet his finger and slid it in. In the old days Danni and his friends made fun of gays yet now he realized how wrong they had been. Part of him felt like a woman being finger fucked in her pussy.
“Ohhh fuck ….ohhh fuck yea…..oh Tristan …I’m going to cum……it’s been so long….ohhhhhh.”
The ‘hot stuff’ of warm cream spewed out from behind the openings of the metal chastity cage spilling onto his body. Amused he had turned him Tristan bent and captured the cream on Danni’s tummy slurping it in with his lips. Lifting up he moved closer and kissed him letting the hot stuff flow back into Danni’s mouth.
He took his hard cock out and ran it along Danni’s mouth as he remained prone on the table. The hardness moved back and forth over his lips with Danni using his tongue to touch and lick at it.
“Ohhh boys…how’s everything coming out down there…we need the towels up here before the new check-ins arrive.”
A look of fright came on Danni’s face before each smiled mischievously like a couple of children who’d been caught dipping their hands into the cookie jar. It was all Tristan could do to pull his cock off Danni’s lips before replying.
‘Be up in a minute Hazel.”
Tristan bent down kissing Danni he pulled away and whispered.
“Tonight you’ll be in my bed…I want you to go to the bottom drawer in our bedroom inside you’ll find a anal plug…lube it and slide it in…wear it the rest of today. Do you know how to give yourself an enema?. Carla has me running errands so I won’t be back until this evening.”
The rest of the day seemed to drag on minutes felt like hours as the anticipation built within Danni’s mind. Cleaning the book shelves in the library den Danni fluttered the feather-duster unaware the one older lesbian guest was asking him something.
“I said would you bring me some fresh cut vegetables to have with my wine as I read….I’d like some celery with onion dip. ”
“Yes Maam…pardon me…my mind is drifting.”
“I should say so I had to ask you three times….why you have the look of a virgin bride knowing she is going to be deflowered.”
Having thought about it much of the afternoon he finally decided he needed to ask Hazel about enemas.
A smile on her face the woman said they would take their weekly shower that night and discuss it further in the bathroom.
The band of the latex strip held the butt plug in place turning in front of the mirror Danni thought the leather pouch of the blue thong looked nice with its shiny shimmer. In a moment of compassion as though she knew what was to occur Hazel had removed his chastity cage.
He heard the car pull up the driveway hoping it was Tristan returning. A quick look out the 4th floor window had him looking at the mirror once more.
Hazel had taken scissors and comb and gave his hair a new middle part stylish cut. In time as it grew out it could easily be turned into a feminine look yet now is still remained boyishly cute.
Danni nervous looked at the door as it opened. Tristan spotted the chastity cage on the dresser walking over he pulled his younger lover in for a hug. Lowering his hand he felt Danni’s package outlined in the pouch of the thong, it felt good to be with his heartthrob.
The musky scent of his masculinity mingled with Danni’s spritz of cologne on his body. Their hands moved quickly along the others body. Anxious Danni lifted Tristan’s shirt off his muscular frame. The cock felt hard as Danni touched it through the pants.
How many submissive gay boys felt like he did when Tristan eased him down to his knees as the alpha slid off his jeans? The hard penis seemed to pop out as Danni lowered Tristan’s briefs off. Part of him wondered would he really do it …would he really put his mouth on a cock of a male for the first time ever.
Proud and majestic standing erect it looked too good not to suck on it. A moment of hesitation had his lips put on a pout to take in just the head. Like the patient lover he was Tristan let Danni grow familiar with the act of giving head.
Turned boyish looking the 36 year old was sliding his mouth back and forth along the shaft. There was something about making it grow even harder that gave him a sense of pride he was doing it right. Slurping his tongue his left hand held the cock high so he could lick at the ball-sac. Tristan’s assertiveness showed itself as he put his hand on top of Danni’s head.
The therapist Tanga Liu lu had been programming his mind with many new ideas. One of them was ’anytime’ he saw a naked cock his reaction would be to say silently with his inner voice ‘oh my …what a gorgeous looking cock’. In this case it was a true statement. At 7” thin girthed yet thick enough Danni felt awash in gay sexual feelings for the larger male.
Suppressing his gag-reflex his mouth lowered slowly down the shaft doing his best to absorb near all of the length before slipping back up.
“All right my little yum yum…up…on the bed…lets see you on all fours.”
Tristan wanted him to wait knowing how submissive he’d feel being on all fours. Using both hands he pushed the middle of the bottle of lube watching as the goo slid down through the crack of Danni’s ass.
Danni turned his head while holding the position.
“Is this going to hurt?”
“It will at first…just remember pain is a touchstone to growth….don’t be too tense…..joy lays past the initial discomfort.”
Unique in its feel there is always something about a straight male being taken by a cock for the first time that changes his persona. A few minutes in he realized they had move beyond the pain to that place where he welcomed the sensations of a stiff cock breeding him. Tristan let his hand slap at Danni’s fanny branding him with temporary red cheeks.
“Eeewwwwww yea …that’s it that’s my boy….you’re nice and slick…..oh fuck yes…take my cock…squeeze your cheeks…make it hard for me to pull it back out… oh you lovely piece of ‘yum yum’…..let me here you beg for more boy.”
"Oh Tristan….I never knew it would feel so goooood….please keep fucking me…make me your bitch-boy….ohhhhh yes ohhhhh you’re sooo hard….oh it seems like your cock is expanding…I can feel it pulsating….please don’t stop please keep fucking me.”
Tristan lowered her hand and started stroking Danni’s penis. Danni looked down between his legs seeing the hand pumping him as his balls swayed back and forth made him feel so gay.
“Ohhhh fuck …get ready…‘my little yum yum’….you’re about to have me cum inside you.’
The words were too much for Danni to take….he squealed out feeling his own penis squirt out his cream. Tristan slowed down his pace wanting to savor every moment of turning Danni gay as he came inside him.
“Very good….nice and slow…push back with your pretty butt…don’t you just love how it sounds when my body hits your fanny…..ohhhh fuck ….just like that here I come.”
Danni held still on feeling the first burst of warmness. Soon more followed wetting the inside of his anal canal until Tristan pulled his cock out. Pressing the hot piece of meat to Danni’s lower back he let the new initiate to the world of gay boys feel the last band of cum land on his back as though he’d just been christened.
In the kitchen Danni had a smile on his face helping Hazel prepare the morning food.
Suddenly he stopped holding the fresh baked muffins and looked at Hazel wondering if she knew the new nick-name he been given by his gay lover Tristan.
“….yes these will taste Yum Yum for all our guests this morning…..shall we spurt some creamy goo on?”
"Humm excuse me Ma’am?”
“I said shall we slather some sweetened vanilla flavored glaze on them to give them a sugar-sugar kick-kick sweetie?”
“Why Danni your face has a glow to it this morning….it’s as though things are different in your world… like you’ve found something you have been missing in your life.”