The woman pulled into the driveway of the suburban home the house in many ways was like all the others only different. Kate had always enjoyed staying in touch with those men she had turned. So frequently it had started as a harmless evening to have a bit of BDSM fun with a professional mistress.
A glance at the diamond wedding ring Louise sat on the couch a brief look at her nails as she splayed them the t-girl housewife had selected a tight mini-skirt to go with the burnt orange short sleeve top with the wrap criss-cross closing. Like many a male his shoulders had a width to them not often found on a woman.
Louise had mitigated the length by having the augmentation procedure. Now when most saw her they stared at the large expanse of the d-cup breasts instead of noticing wide shoulders.
Her skin as soft as a summer day Louise ran her hand down the leg enjoying the feeling that came with smooth hairless legs held captive in hose. The open-toed high heels showed off her polished toenails. Sitting leaning on her left hip every time the t-girl moved her milky breasts gave off a sway she had long since come to appreciate.
A familiar feminine triangle patch a hint of the white panties could be seen with her legs held together. Louise turned on hearing Mistress Kate enter the home. Looking like many a suburban housewife the t-girl fell to her knees immediately on seeing the statuesque woman.
“Goddess I feel blessed to be in your presence.”
As the words escaped from Louise’s mouth she lowered her head reverently. A hand put in front of her mouth the t-girl kissed it as she remained silent.
“Such devotion from a pretty thing….I hope you save some of that for your husband Louise….wasn’t it you who once told me all girls are good for is fucking and being married so they can wait on their man?...and to think you once considered sucking a man’s cock to be a sin only homosexual men did.”
The styled blond hair well-kept with regular appointments at the beauty salon Louise blushed on hearing the truth of it. Now she couldn’t get enough cock beyond satisfying her husband’s demands the married couple also belonged to a local ‘swingers club’.
At near 280 pounds he had come to her dungeon fat, over-weight and gross. At least those were just some of the words used to describe him. He looked like his libido and taste buds were in a battle of wills and neither was winning.
Interspaced between the floggings and spankings he’d literally been whipped into shape by the woman. Healthy food habits soon mingled with the regular dosages of female hormones. Month after month the new appearance of his body changed to look more like that of a woman’s.
As the budding breasts arrived so too did the building desire to go full time female. Laser hair removal was one yet the difficulties and pains of changing genders wasn’t enough to prevent him from asking his ‘Goddess’ to be put on the list for SRS. Undergoing the male to female penile skin inversion procedure had brought the devoted pet to the shores of new Ladyland.
The physical changes mirrored those of his mind. He soon grew to enjoy sucking a cock something he never imagined he’d do before meeting the powerful women who’d introduce him to the lifestyle of a BDSM slave.
It had been Mistress Kate who had the idea of introducing the two. The bi-sexual bull-stud who’d taken his anal virginity took a fancy to Louise and was there with Mistress Kate every step of the way in his MTF transition.
“Rise sweetie let’s have a look at you…such a pretty woman…it’s just us girls here now…let me see how your vagina looks…what’s it been 3 years since you been brought into your womanhood?”
The words coming out softly he had said them so often being in her dungeon.
Shimmying his skirt up he lowered his thong panties to his knees before taking off his top. A quick move had Louise let her arm move behind to undo the bra hooks using her fingers. The large sumptuous breasts spilled out. Crowned with silver-dollar sized areolas the beautiful bosom seemed appropriate on the body. Louise spread the lips of her pussy while standing seductively made easy in her 3” pumps.
“What a pretty flower to go with that gorgeous feminine ass of yours dear…have you adjusted to people staring at it?”
“Yes Goddess….I like being femininely objectified now Mistress Kate.”
“I thought you might honey.”
Kate smiled touching one of the dangling silver-plated earrings she had displayed on her ears. Given as a gift they both knew the orbs had once been between his legs nestled inside a ball-sac.
“.…and too think you used to have a set of balls and a swinging dick…in some ways it’s amazing to think a 6” cock can be reduced to the size of a clitoris….ahhh the gift of femininity…now you’re just a pretty plaything of a housewife kept busy doing your housework and pleasing that husband of yours…Tell Thomas I stopped by…he always has been grateful to me that I introduced the two of you.”
Pulling her panties back up and skirt into place Louise gave off a curtsey. It reminded the former male of his time spent in a maid’s uniform with layers of petticoats serving the woman he looked on as a Goddess.
Mistress Kate held out her cheek expecting it to be kissed in a womanly fashion by the former male. Louise could feel her breasts gently sway as she let her lips softly kiss the Dominatrix that had made a woman of her. It came out in a gentle whisper.
“Thank you Goddess…I never knew I could be so beautiful.”
“No…but I did that’s all that matters.”
“My husband Thomas suggested I let you know should you ever want to join us in one of our swinger nights you’re more than welcome.”
A roll of her fingers used as a way of saying a silent good bye Kate was ready to leave and go address Patrick back in her dungeon. But first she needed her usual morning nonfat 2-shot latte.
The powerful strength of the mocha drink invigorated her while she heard the phone ring.
“Hello Sally….Hi it’s me…I looked at your curriculum vitae…am I reading this right your IQ number while not ‘Mensa’ is impressive.”
“Yes it is Kate.”
“Look I have plans and I want you involved….I see you as management but first tell me…it’s Patrick right?...Sam seems like a straight shooter….without going into the details my intuition tells me Patrick is the one who has been abusing you correct.”
“Mostly blowjobs for him….”
Hesitating for a moment Sally spit out the rest.
“…. after being hit in the face and upper body…sorry Kate I needed to get that out.”
“I understand look for an email ..you have work ahead of you with a personal trainer on my dime.. ..kickboxing and other things like weight lifting…are you up for it? As I said with your credentials you may be running this thing one day more sooner than later reporting to me.”
“Fuck yessss all I’ve ever wanted was a chance to prove myself…You can count on me”
“Good that’s what I like hearing…clearly I’ve awakened the spirit of the Goddess within you.”
“Kate you asked about Sam. Maybe it has to do with the sorry state of things around here yet he hasn’t been his usual self lately…He tries to come across as the strong one but I think it’s just an act…. do you know he’s petrified of his wife Evelyn?...she can be so dominant sometimes….I’m certain he’s afraid she’ll leave him since Evelyn is the one with the money.”
“You sound like you’re good at sizing people up. …That’s just what I need here if I’m to take over. One more thing the kickboxer coach…have her teach you how to lean back and let fly with one or two to the face of an opponent.”
The spreader bars kept his hands and arms and legs useless. Called ‘417’ the mute of a slave had made sure Patrick’s morning functions had been met. Pissing into a container he held still as ‘417’ cleaned him up before leading him to the padded leather piece in the middle of the room in the dungeon. The slave wanted to giggle seeing how funny he looked walking with his ankles attached to the spreader piece.
He wasn’t sure what had been rubbed onto his face but he felt a tingling sensation along the smooth beard line that had been a given a close shave. Patrick would discover ‘Eflora’ cream is one way to reduce facial hair growth using a lotion.
Bent at the waist over the leather his legs spread wide by the metal bar left his rear-end exposed while his caged penis and balls hung benignly down.
The Nocturnes Op 9 are a set of three nocturnes written by Frederic Chopin between 1830 and 1832. The 2nd was the conductor’s most famous piece. Alone Patrick listened to the classical music hopefully awaiting the arrival of Kate.
Alone with nothing but his feelings he had drifted in and out of sleep over night thinking about the behaviors and malfeasance in his life he had been most unwilling to own up to.
Patrick smelled her perfume first before hearing her presence as the woman entered. Like most any male at any given moment his mind was often thinking about one of three things….money, sex or power.
The posture collar preventing much head movement as he stared straight ahead he saw her pussy come into view. Corset in place the scent of her vagina’s aroma mingled with the feminine fragrance of the perfume. The dynamic in the dungeon changed to one heightened with sexuality and fear with a hint of sensuality.
With words gone unspoken she allowed him to see the intricate delicateness of the labia folds of her pussy lips.
Bound to the 4’ high leather piece he felt so helpless unable to move his arms and legs. It was a natural masculine instinct the desire to use physicality instead of emotions. Slave 417 stood behind the two taking pictures keeping his mistress’s back to the I-phone’s camera.
“Now I wonder…..who shall we sent the pictures off to.”
Patrick felt the subtle implications of the words watching Kate.
“I like how smooth your body is now…learning to please me in the days ahead I’d like you to keep it this way.”
Drool running down both sides of his mouth Patrick’s reply came out in a gurgling sound behind the ball-gag. The word ‘Ma’am’ not ‘Mistress’ yet but Kate was making progress with the acknowledgement.
“Have I shown you my pretty earrings…so lovely these days they used to be just hanging down no longer of value on a former male submissive of mine.”
Patrick wasn't sure what she meant by 'former male'.
“417…my paddle…bring it to me darling…”
She squatted down and looked Patrick in the eye.
“It’s time I think we both find out about those tears I mentioned….don’t bother to count the number will go too high before I’m done with you pet.”
‘Whap…whap….whap…whap…whap’…hard and fast the paddle stung his backside.
Kate shouted out.
“Admit your transgressions towards Sally…we both know it's true.”
Once more another fury of paddling hit his butt cheeks. A hundred then a hundred and fifty as the neared two hundred Patrick started balling his eyes dripping wet with tears. They had crossed a threshold and the two both knew it. His body sagged anticipating yet fearing more.
Removing the ball-gag letting him drink some water Kate smiled as she wiped the tears away before saying it.
“Tears and fears just as I had projected…so much is being revealed about you honey …..the question now is how do you address me?”
“Mistress….Yes Mistress.…after that spanking…I never knew it could hurt that much….you were right after all I did cry just like you thought I would …I’m sorry.”
“Apologies are nice but true penitence comes through action… besides it’s not me who needs the apology and changed behavior …it’s that lovely woman Sally.”
Kate pulled back letting Patrick comprehend the situation he allowed himself to be put in.
“After all this excitement ….I could go for some stiffness inside me…tell me are you game to help.”
“Yes Mistress Kate I’d be glad to.”
The thought his dick would enter her vagina excited him.
Kate snapped her finger only to see 417 bring the face dildo towards his mouth.
Patrick was surprised to hear her say ‘good gurl go get ready dear’ to 417. Powerless to stop it he held still while it was affixed to his face.
Odd in its appearance the inside part had a faux phallus 3” long while sticking out once strapped on the 7” of latex dildo made him look a little like ‘Pinocchio’ after telling a fib.
Squatting down she stared at him gently rubbing his smooth face.
“Shall we find out?...Hmmm…how deep is your love.”
Turning Kate bent at the waist after offering her rounded ass towards Patrick’s face moving it into place. Hands on her knees she slid back welcoming the phallus of the latex cock.
It seemed so strange for Patrick to see it slowly enter her pussy inch by inch it slid in till nothing more was left to take. Generating the energy rocking back and forth taking the business end of the face dildo into her vagina he watched her ass move close to his face before backing away.
Picking up speed while wearing her high heels the pretty butt kept slamming onto his face showing off the feminine jiggle so many had. Part of him worried about being smothered unable to breath.
At one point her orgasm approaching Kate reached back and took hold of Patrick’s hair. She violently pulled at it making the cock go deep while screeching out as women sometimes do having a moment’s climax.
Kate let out a humiliating laugh as she stood up. Fanning her face with her hand she chuckled.
“Whew…you may not be as useless as I thought…we may have found a purpose for you after all…perhaps now we’ll think about you being licked to your own climax.”
Bent at the waist she grinned as she lightly touched his cheek.
“Climax…That’s what us girls call it don’t we?”
He nodded his head unsure if she meant him.
“Alright bonding time.’
Kate slid her pussy close to his face keeping the face-dildo below it. Lifting his head assertively with her hand Patrick felt his nostrils flaring taking in her musky feminine scent. Dripping wet her womanly juices slid out onto his upper lip and nose.
With no choice but to just smell over the next 10 minutes he could feel himself becoming captivated by her feminine scent bonding with the woman he now called his mistress.
Slowly he felt a gentle licking at his rosebud entrance. The pair of lips slithered all around it occasionally pushing inside. Patrick felt his hips beginning to sway back and forth the more excited he became.
Her vagina close to his nose she leaned down to whisper as her hands caressed the cheeks of his ass.
“Baby you do that just like a woman does....Ohhhh sweetie you are going to get so use to having a smooth body that you won't want it any other way.”
In back the licking picked up tempo moving into an overload of sexual arousal Patrick took to whimpering. The fragrance of her vagina…the feeling of the tongue treating his anal tract like a pussy…a feeling of sexual submissiveness mingling with helplessness…he could feel the approaching conclusion.
He couldn’t call it ‘’coming…that’s what a man shouts out when he’s fucking a woman before he explodes…no, he knew what she meant….Mistress Kate was right he was about to have a climax from being licked and kissed between his legs.
Kind of muffled behind the dildo-gag the whimpering words almost sounded womanly.
“Ohhhhh…ohhhhhh…eeeewww….eeewwww….eeeewwww….I’m getting wet.”
With him close to releasing Kate leaned down gently caressing his head.
“Yessssss….you are baby….very shortly you’ll find yourself returning the favor.”
The soft hands caressing his inner-thighs made the feeling of being licked feel so nice. Instead of him violently erupting the cream oozed out in gentle spurts dripping down his leg.
As the source of the tongue-bath came into view he saw the made-up face of a pretty looking girl. A tight waist-cinching corset in pink and white had frilly garter tabs holding up matching stockings that went with the pair of 3” high heels.
The bra cups pushing the tiny breasts up could it really be slave 417 had been transformed from an ugly duckling of a male into a delectable looking creature of femininity?
Her arm around the budding t-girl Kate looked at Patrick as she motioned for 417 to pull his panties to the side.
“Be a dear return the favor for my lovely ‘Sassy’.”
The moment 417 heard her he knew he’d just received the new feminine name he had been praying for. Pointing straight out his penis expanded to its maximum length of 5”. Drained of his seed and energy Patrick was too tired to resist after the libido drop.
Perhaps it was the oral fixation from feeling the 3” piece of the face-dildo yet part of Patrick wanted to suck on it.
What had once been an obnoxiously brash assertive man now obedient as a little puppy Sassy had been trained into a bashful gentleness.
“Go ahead Sassy you’ve done well….what have I been telling you….good gurls get rewarded and bad gurls get punished.”
A soft push on his bum Mistress Kate eased the t-girl towards Patrick. The t-girl’s penis slipped in free of opposition. Pushing in and out over Patrick’s lips the stiff penis was covered with his warm saliva making Sassy swoon with delight. Like many a sissy it didn’t take long to cream out a climax.
Feeling each spurt slip inside his mouth Patrick was doing what he never thought he would. A violation of the code of straight males he’d become a cock-sucker like so many gay’s he had made fun of in the past.
Feeling exhausted Patrick quickly fell asleep on the leather piece. Kate carefully applied the temporary tattoo near his lower back. Knowing it would be good for roughly 2 months she had no worries it would wash off before that. The woman next pierced each ear leaving a solid gold stud behind.
In crisply pressed designer jeans and a flannel shirt she walked into the dungeon the Sunday morning feeling refreshed ready to break him.
Kate needed no special outfits…no leather…no corset …no stiletto boots…no terrifying blackbird….all she needed was to be herself. By Sunday morning he’d already been tamed and training would follow once he was broken.
Victor Frankl had written about it in ‘Man’s Search for Meaning’ describing the horrific experience he and so many experienced. So too in books about the Vietnam War with those held captive in POW camps.
The slightest variance of an established routine in a prisoner’s daily life can send one spinning off losing his grip on sanity. In recovery they call it the ‘broken shoelace’ syndrome. Something as simple as having a shoelace break is enough to have one breakdown in tears before they admit complete defeat.
Seeing the paddle in her hand was what did it for Patrick
“Please Mistress….please don’t spank me…I beg of you I promise I’ll be good….”
He started to cry once more.
“Ohhh that’s sweet pet.”
He made no objection not hearing his given name now replaced with the term ‘pet’.
“It’s time you learn a mistress punishes because she can…truth is she cares…it’s done for a good reason…to make you better so you’ll make less mistakes…it will help increase you devotion and learn how to serve me better…one is never too old for a spanking…the most important part of it is what happens afterward…you’ll find once I know you’ve given me your total commitment I can be quite comforting.”
Though it was unlikely Mistress Kate knew he could just take off running away yet having tamed so many she doubted he would.
Patrick didn’t need to be bound…no cuffs or spreader bars…no restraints. Looking at her point he silently put himself over the padded leather piece. Acceptance brings with it a level of peace best displayed by obedience. His body lurched on feeling the paddle land on each cheek over the next hour.
The ride back on Monday morning to pick up his car at the restaurant parking lot the two remained mostly silent. It was only when he caught a look in the little side-mirror that he realized his ears had been pierced. His fingers touching the one gold stud before the other he turned looking at Mistress Kate as she spoke.
“They need to stay on for your ears to heal properly...you are forbidden to have alcohol other than using alcohol-wipes in both front and back where the studs go in”
Whoever he was before the long weekend began was going away replaced by a much more humbled compliant trainee. Her pet now looked forward to learning more in the dark arts of BDSM female dominants and submissive males.
“Understood Mistress Kate.”
End of part 2 …