‘a passion for Pony play’. pt 4
The skinny-jeans tight to his body Yvette was either kept tucked displaying a camel toe look between his legs or a bump made prominent from wearing the locked chastity cage was present. A soft cotton top often with colorful floral designs or fun t-shirts some with a playful ‘Kitty Cat’ image worn by teen-girls became the norm when out of the home. Running shoes gave way to feminine flats.
Knowing ‘gaming’ was a passion Tommy was restricted by the pair of women to only playing on the ‘Girl-games’ site when reward was earned. It created a mind-set of a teen coed wanting to move into her womanhood taking to the preassigned gender roles society thrusts on females.
His hair grew long well maintained floating down his lower back he was being conditioned and groomed turned into numerous things women of means could benefit from having.
An accurate description he became a handmaiden in training treated like a young novice in need of instruction as to the ways of the feminine.
A morning spent in panties and cami Tommy would assist Selena and Susan in readying for their day. His hair put in a sloppy bun until heading out he learned many things from lingerie selection, how to do their makeup and fix their hair and what makes up an attractive outfit that included accessories and shoes.
Evenings found him in ‘Babydoll’s’ wearing curlers while providing foot massages, pedicures and manicures and the occasional back rub.
Yvette also took on the role of domesticated servant given the task of keeping the home spotless indifferent of the fact he was working outside the home. His job too provided the opportunity for Domina’s Selena and Susan to school him in learning how to be a functioning secretary from the days females were treated subservient in the office workplace. Skilled in typing he learned to listen before asking questions.
Simply put he was immersed in the vanity a woman needs to keep her looks appearing how she wants them.
A submissive side was nurtured from the beginning with Susan living with her best friend in the home Selena and their t-girl-to be protégé Yvette. A stretch of weekends during the mornings had him in a posture collar kept naked at the French doors leading to the backyard deck. Attached in behind a solid titanium steel rod ran down his back connecting to his hands held in padded cuffs in back as he sat butt cheeks resting on ankles.
Look at most women and one can see a demonstration of perfect posture. Shoulder squared their breasts be they small or large would sit on their chest in full display making it look easy to keep their hands folded in their lap.
The women intended for Yvette to have the same posture of woman possesses and the collar and bar aided that pursuit used as a training tool.
The two women would come and go sometimes paying him no mind yet other times one or the other would stop remove his ball gag and enjoy the delights of a submissive being feminized trained to lick a woman’s vagina to her delight. Many a morning Selena would pull back her robe undoing his ball-gag and settled her feminine flower on Yvette’s eager mouth while she responded to emails and texts.
After a while he grew to accept the womanly juices as though they were a life source.
Slipping the shorts off the sheer white hipster panties Yvette wore had Mistress Susan thinking they looked so sexy on his thin frame. The size of her milky breasts overwhelmed him while making Tommy envious of their look and feel as they played ‘tickle n touch’ female style on the couch in just their panties.
He was being ‘womanhandled’ and delighted in it. Smooth legs brushing against his soft skin Yvettte enjoyed having the sensations as they kissed and caressed.
Her large breasts swaying Susan instructed him how to play like girls do when making out. His hands would move out giving off the gentlest of touches as he squeezed their softness.
“There baby…you’re learning….it’s so nice being a woman…we’re so soft so playful….darling arch your back Yvette….ohhh my…your lovely nipples….oh our girl is moving into her womanhood.”
Pouting her lips Susan dropped them down and sucked on his developing areola. The soft whimper coming from him sounded so girlish. He began to wonder …would the female hormones he was now on really have his breasts producing mothers milk?.... giving them shape and feel and womanly contour. Gently holding her head while she nursed he contemplated what it would feel like to ‘have to’ need to wear a bra every day.
Susan pulled his head between her cleavage lost in the gentleness of large luscious breasts he could feel his desire to be feminine just like her expanding.
“There baby lets shake our heads isn’t it fun having long hair with lots of curls.”
As his hair grew so too did his treatment of it now instead of casually washing it caring little for texture and condition like most males Yvette treated his hair carefully for what it was…a source of pride and a way to help better define his expanding femininity.
His boss in charge head of the psych department of the community college took to noticing the subtle changes. ‘Prof Nat’ short for Nathaniel Heathton was how most students and faculty addressed him. A regular routine with Yvette being on a feminine grooming regimen his body would emanate the smell of lavender scented body lotion.
Tommy’s old silver ear studs were replaced with small 1” hoops that some days would have him in 2” ones if he felt bold enough. Most days in the office he took to wearing his hair ponytail style yet there were times when he would pull the scrungy-band off to run his fingers through his lengthening hair as way of straightening it.
His delicate hands would pitchfork in creating volume before the hair being pulled back in the ponytail after he enjoyed the brief moment of pleasure feeling its silkiness. Yvette would catch Prof Nat staring and take to becoming nervous in a girlish sort of way.
A tilt of the head a soft disarming smile on his face made easier from the feminine hormones Tommy would feel a blush rise to his cheeks as he returned to focus on his work his boss had him tasked with. Professor Nat would think up a reason to look over Tommy’s shoulder as the 26 year old sat. Having seen the alteration in his clothing selection to that of softer colors and fabrics Nat would write it off to his employee’s youth and the free spirit that often came with it.
Looking at Susan he felt a surge of estrogen flow through him to feel his budding breasts move as his hair did. A smile on his face he knew he always wanted to be a woman from now on. Yvette had never been a big burly male yet…becoming a girl…he felt light as a feather….so easily moved by one stronger than him like Susan. Did it matter? That a male was the weak one in an afternoons frolic …it always did when push came to shove.
A smart dominant only uses it as a last resort….preferring the power of words to influence…the strength of physical power laying in the back ground should it be needed it could be easily brought to bear.
Yvette’s arms had become so weak the Pueraria Mirifica had started him off setting a foundational base. Thailand its source the locals knew ‘Mirifica’ meant miracle for the miraculous feminizing effects of the herbal found locally in the mountainous regions. Small bodied Asian women could move from thin straight frames to full large breasted looks with shapely hips to match.
Domina Selena had moved him onto daily dosages of ‘Estrofem’ 2mg and 100 mg of Spiractin. The woman had been subtle about it laying the bottles on the bathroom counter while they padded themselves dry after showers. Not a day went by when he wasn’t in the shower with her or Susan or even both many times.
He’d grown curious until finally asking one day.
“What are these Maam?’
“They’ll help you see the world from a feminine perspective…..and give you the kind of body that goes with that kind of thinking and the feelings it brings.”
The response expected came out politely 'May i have them please'.
Susan slipped her hands under easily lifting Yvette off the couch. It wasn’t supposed to be that way….she was a female ..he was a male…. he was supposed to be the one physically stronger.
Yet Susan well-muscled from years of triathlon training and weight lifting was the stronger of the two and they both knew it, she carried him to the bed effortlessly. The moment he fell back on the mattress he could feel his budding b-cups give off a jiggle.
Susan laid her body and the hefty pair of milky breasts on top of his smaller ones.
“You want them don’t you sweetie?….to be just like mine…large and malleable…..oh every time I put on my pretty bra’s I’m so grateful to have luscious full-rounded breasts on my feminine body….it’s so nice being a woman.”
Yvette’s mind was being altered from all the feminine surroundings he was coming around on the idea to think so too.
The woman mashed her breasts against his smooth frame.
“Baby you look so cute in panties you know Selena is looking forward to taking you in for your first bra fitting…I’m afraid camisoles won’t any longer support what is growing…..it also means we’ll have to talk about you coming out soon.”
“Yes Domina Susan …but I’m worried I mean to be in a lingerie section….what will the women say when they see my little plaything of a penis?”
“Let’s call it your clitty….look at how tiny it seems locked away…watch I’ll show you a trick…you’ll find girls just love their vibrators.”
Pulling a pink vibrator from beneath the pillow she turned it to buzzing.
“Lie back …spread your legs…good girl…so look so docile like that.”
The soft panties felt so smooth to Yvette lifting his arm he bent it at the elbow while he played with some strands of his hair. The woman ran the vibrator along his mound. His voice sounded so soft and girlish
“That feels nice Mistress.’
“So tell me ….Selena let me know that professor your working for maybe hitting on you.”
“Hmmmm it feels so good Maam….yes I think he is….everyone calls him Prof Nat…he is so hip…all the students like him.”
He shook his hair and smiled before spreading his legs even wider. Holding the strip of panties to the side Susan slid the vibrator inside him.
Susan lowered her body on Yvette’s letting him feel the full weight of one 30 pounds heavier than his 125.
“That’s my girl…pretend it’s a nice cock inside you…doesn’t it feel good to have such stiffness making you feel womanly.”
“Ohhh ohhhh ohhhh …the way it moves …oohhhh ohhhh ohhhh….Ms Susan …..some times I’ve seen pictures of them….I mean big cocks….they look kind of scary…oh, oh, oh, oh please…suck my nipples.”
One hand of hers moved clutching at his breast while Susan’s other held the vibrating dildo as she humped away.
“So tell me what has he done?"
“I see him staring at me especially now with my hair so long and the different clothing I wear. A few times he'll accidentally touch my butt….you know like it’s a mistake but it’s not…not really.”
His hands moved to hold along both sides of Susan’s face.
“I hope I can say it…I like how you fuck me Maam…it feels like you have your own cock inside me….with the womanless contest coming up me and him have been talking about it. I told him I was going to be in it…it made him smile…you know he is kind of in charge of running it. He can be very demanding he likes to run things.”
“Your Domina Selina and I have been discussing what you should wear.”
His lips formed an ’O’ shape pulling her down softly by her shoulders Yvette started moaning gently into her ear.
“Ohhh….eeewwww, eewwww, eewwww …you’ve found a spot inside me …oh dear goddess it feels so nice….ohhhh,…ohhhhh,….eeewwww….eeewwww eewwww I think ….eewwwww, ewwwww… please don’t stop eeewwwww …please don’t…. I’m locked…my little clitty…you’re not even touching it how can I be so excited…..ohhhhh ohhhhhh my cream… eeewwww….its ….eewwwww its easing….eewwwww, eeewwwww its easing out like its dripping….ohhhh my panties you’re making me get wet…..oooooh its keeps oozing out….ohh a cock feels so nice inside me…”
The moment of rapture had given him a new perspective yet what he said afterwards also spoke to his expanding femininity.
“Mistress Susan can we take a bath….will you let me wash your hair….I love how pretty it is… it makes me feel useful when I help you and Domina Selena Maam.”
“Sure Yvette honey…I was thinking …you might look cuter in that evening gown we selected if you were a platinum blond.”
There was no doubt the prison stint had turned Hanker ‘Dominant-Bi’ the other sexual aspect was he’d taken a fondness for males turned Trans. In prison they were a high-priced commodity traded for or a fought-over source of sexual conquest.
Seeing Master Jack as Sharon called him Hank waved him to park his car near the house beyond the stable area.
Stepping out of the car her arms thin Sharon’s hand easily lifted to press against the shoulder as the t-girl palm side out gave a roll of her fingers silently saying hello to Hank. His eyes looked her up and down and had him thinking ‘she is gorgeous, just what I’m looking for’.
End of part 4