‘A passion for Ponyplay’. pt 2 by DLC's alyssa
Jessica, Katie, Andrea, he had gone through others until he decided he like Yvette the best of all. Staring at the open double doors of the closet Tommy’s mind drifted back to when he was 13 it was when he could first recall the temptation to wear the 'forbidden fruit' of women's underwear expanding.
The ‘aunt’ he’d been sent to live with was 41 a former model turned successful entrepreneur she wasn’t really his aunt but a best friend of his mother's.
Aunt Selena was cleaning out her dresser drawers yet had to step out to pick up a work colleague at the airport. His eyes took in the sight of an array of lingerie yet it was her collection of panties that he couldn’t stop looking at the time.
The deadbeat dad having disappeared after the divorce his mother grew ill and was cared for by her best mate Selina for over a year and a half leading up to her tragic death. The arrangement made before her untimely passing he’d live in the home paid for from a successful business the radical lesbian operated. Tommy vowed never to speak with his father should they ever meet after that.
Even though Tommy knew Aunt Selina was gone he still looked out her bedroom window holding the pair of La Perla panties. The young teen knew he shouldn’t his mind struggled with the right and wrong of it yet he could feel himself giving in to the urge.... ‘lead me not into temptation for I am sure to follow’.
The woman had always had a commanding presence especially regarding him. Conditioned to think of woman as superior Tommy had her feminist views layered in to his thinking and outlook towards women. He knew he wasn’t like some of the other boys his age who wanted to work out or play sports. For Tommy a nice afternoon was spent gaming on his Pc. He also was different enough he wanted to explore what it would feel like to wear her panties.
The thong that day slid up easily along his slender legs and thin body. The moment they fell into place his penis grew hard. During his high-school years he’d steal away a pair or two for masturbating hoping she wouldn’t notice their absence.
College had him going away though a roommate’s presence and the possibility of social ridicule of contemporaries had Tommy forgoing the habit despite the desire. Upon obtaining his degree from University he found himself coming back to live with Aunt Selena for Grad school and taking the position as Professor assistant.
Within a few weeks he was back in her bedroom wanting to be in more than just panties. Reading transgender stories on ‘Fictionmania’…looking at budding T-girls near his age of 24 an older….even listening to recordings by hypno-Dommes all was fueling a desire to let ‘Yvette’ out. Yet it was Mistress Kendall’s transformative power and her male domination site that had pulled him in the deepest.
Salina Cortez sat at the Sunshine café sipping her latte listening to her lesbian friend Susan talk after asking the question ‘what’s in the backpack that makes it bulge so much?’.
“Just picked up my order from ‘Extreme Restraints’ at the post office….lots of goodies inside….been working on a young woman at a boutique I met. I can already picture her shaking her luscious boobies while bound and tied.”
“Yes I forgot how you do enjoy bondage…giving not receiving I mean."
The comment brought a Cheshire cat of a grin to Susan's face before she commented.
“So the little panty thief has returned like the prodigal son….Selena he needs to be taught a lesson he won’t soon forget.”
“I know I plan on bridging back early….I just might catch him he thinks I’ll be staying overnight at your house….”
Her cup lifted but she didn’t drink from it.
“… I have to tell you I think there is something cute about him wanting to explore his feminine-side at 24. So many boys are different today. the fact that he is 24 or 25 and I'm referring to him as a boy says something. There seems to be an expanding strain of males that are less masculine than in the past."
“The contest is all set. I sent the email for the event…. I made sure he received a copy every other day for the past two weeks.”
“I think it was a brilliant idea Susan….I mean to have a womanless beauty-pageant to raise money for the school.”
Susan took a hold of her coffee cup glad it was porcelain not paper she lifted it to her mouth taking a sip before speaking.
“Being on the Board of Regents for the community college we’re always thinking up new ways to raise money after all we are regarded as a non-for-profit charitable organization. Besides that….womanless beauty pageants are all the rage and becoming quite common these days. I think it speaks to how males are becoming more co-opted by the influence of femininity in our society.”
A feminist grin on her face Salena spoke.
“You know me Susan anything that will bring us closer to a matriarchal society I’m all for. Every male turned trans is one less we have to worry about. You should see some of the frillies I bought for Tommy they will be too tempting to resist.”
Susan let her hand slip under the table to give a pat or two to her mound.
“All this talk of putting males in their place turns me on…when was the last time you made out in the back seat of a car?"
“Oh I don’t know…when I was 17 or something…never with a girl back then though...I'd yet to see the light.....you do know it’s still morning time right? Though if we stay here another hour it’ll make 3 and I’ll have so much coffee and caffeine in me I could run a marathon in my heels.”
Car after car slowly moved forward in the ‘take out’ lane at the Sunshine Café it seemed most every driver gave a cursory glance at the Audi SUV parked nearby. In the back seat Selena acted as the submissive this time. The two women started off slow. Susan loved how the pair of milky breasts felt as she caressed them as only a woman does.
Her hand slid under the brushed cotton sweater Selena wore until it reached the cup of her bra. For a decade or more skilled fashion photographers would take pictures of Selena in just bra and panties or other states of undress the fact so many tried to hit on her likely only drove her deeper into the Sappho delights of the lesbian world.
She had met Susan at her club called Mountainview Tennis randomly assigned during a ‘doubles tournament’ the two hit it off immediately. While others partied afterwards Selena and Susan slipped away to the hot-tub by the closed pool.
Looking briefly out the car window Selena lifted her top off while unclasping her bra to see it fall away from her body.
“Oh Susan I need you to flick my bean now….ohhhh fuck I can’t believe I let you talk me into this…look at the drivers they all want to get a glimpse.”
“Fuck ‘em…they’re males….they are always horny so let’s give them a show knowing they will never have either one of us.”
Selena undid the side zipper of her jeans pulling it down just enough to show her panties were already damp.
“Did I tell you Tommy likes the name Yvette……oh your touch keep finger slamming me…yea…just like that oh girl…fuck yea.”
Susan leaned over kissing Selena she looked at an average sized white male wearing the ‘MAGA’ hat in his large oversized SUV watching their show. Two car lengths were open in front of him while the cars behind were honking their horns. Hitting the gas he gave a wave of his hand out the window as if to say ‘Ok you wanker I’m moving’.
He glanced to the side to look one last time thinking he had spotted the pair Selena’s naked breasts. Seconds later his car slammed into the back of the pimped- out ‘Beemer’ in front of his at the take-out window.
Two large beefy black males stepped out of the car headed his way. The first thing he did was take off his hat and search the radio for a rap station hopefully playing Dr. Dre.
“Hey motha-fucka we see that mother fuckin’ hat that’s the least of your motha-fuckin’ problem right now motha-fuck-aaa.”
“Males…their minds turn to mush when it comes to sex….they’ll do anything just to see some naked titties…lets go to my place Selena.”
“No, I have a better idea. Let’s be proactive…if he wants a tatste….It’s time to take someone past just dipping his toe in the Lady pond.”
Behind the wheel with Susan following in her car Selena dropped her window down while one hand was trying to adjust her sweater.
“Hi fella’s something tells me he didn’t vote for Barak.”
Tommy stood in the bathroom the matching bra and panty set he wore looked pretty on him as he stared into the floor mirror. His head turned dipping it slightly he rolled up the last of the heated rollers before applying the finishing powder to hold his makeup in place. He swirled the brush around in small circles lightly mashing it on both cheeks....like many a male he was jealous societal norms prevented them from wearing makeup.
He had seen ‘Aunty’ Selena do it a million times. Leaning over the sink he let the tip of the lipstick glide across his lips. The sensations coming from the b-cup breast forms moving in the cups of the bra made him feel so feminine. Pulling back he put a tissue between his lips pressing them together to blot the slickness some.
A tug on the frilly garter-belt to adjust the fit the pull on the straps brought another new sensation while he strode out in the pair of new 3" high heels he bought online. The sheer chiffon scarf covering the curlers on his head ‘Yvette’ decided to do some vacuuming feeling as feminine as he was for years he had equated doing housework with femininity linking the two together in his mind forever.
Lady Gaga’s greatest hits played in the background on the Bluetooth speaker running the vacuum along the hallway carpet he took delight in feeling the swish and swirl of the petticoat under the pretty floral-patterned dress. Near every time he went by a mirror he’d sneak a peek pleased at how well his makeup gave him the look he'd been dreaming of.
The curls in his hair took a little adjusting too after slowly pulling each curler out. He hoped to have them brushed out returning his hair straight like usual once daylight came the next morning. Little did he know that it’s not that easy, like so much in the world of a girl lots of changes seem semi-permanent once acquired and not easily undone.
The chastity cage sat on the comforter on the bed in his room. The idea of putting it on scared him knowing it had to be locked for it to stay in place. It was no use the longer he thought about it the more he needed to feel it on him. Holding the metallic ring he pulled the loose skin of the ball sac through the metal opening until both balls were where they should be. A cotton tipped ‘Q-tip’ pushed his penis in to place.
‘Oh fuck that looks hot’ came out as he slid his ‘Aunty’s panties’ back in place.
‘Yvette’ laid the key on his desk near the ripped-open cardboard a little too scared he might lose it if he put it elsewhere.
Staring in to the mirror above the dresser that had another mirror in its reflection something wasn’t right. Vacuum humming handle in hand Tommy knew he was alone yet it was like the ghost of Selena-present was there. Half-turning he didn’t see her by the bed yet still heard the voice of his Aunt Selena.
“What do we have here?”
“Uhh Aunty Selena…I thought …I mean you were going to be away…”
His mind scrambled doing its best to come up with a reason why he was wearing her intimates and dress.
“…there is going to be a contest …a beauty pageant…for guys….I was just practicing….they want to raise money…it’s a charity…for the school....they call it womanless.”
The 2nd voice startled him more than Selena’s first had. Laying her backpack on the floor Susan spoke.
“How delightful a womanless beauty pageant. It about time males were made to be feminine and gawked at while being judged for appearances.”
“Ms. Susan?”
Susan had trailed back while Selena walked in stopping in to his room the woman had spotted the chastity cage box that was ripped open with the key next to it. It now dangled on her pendent necklace. Bumping the desk activating the screen Susan also saw the site up on the Pc called Mistress Kendall’s ‘T-gurl slaves-in-training’.
Assertively moving towards Tommy she had spotted it…it was slight yet she saw unconsciously he took a half step back feeling intimidated by her feminine presence. It gave her a sense of female dominance to know she could make a male feel submissive.
“Don’t high heels feel nice when wearing stockings and garters?. …your name what is it?…surely you have picked out a feminine name…be quick about it girl let's hear it.”
“My name is Yvette.”
It was all he could do not to repeat the feminizing mantra that went with the opening words. Mistress Kendall insisted all her slave girls-in-training listen to hypnotic audio files as part of their transformation. Once the subconscious mind is trained come hell or high water it will pursue its goal until it is reached its what makes lifelong smokers quit when being properly hypnotized.
His inner voice spoke up repeating what he knew he should be saying…’My name is Yvette and my life is now about becoming a woman. I am focusing on my changes. I am becoming a very feminine woman.’
The skilled Dominatrix knew when creating hypno-files one must always use the affirmative…so many so called ‘Hypno-dommes’ and even financial domination ‘Fin-Dommes’ on the internet used words like ‘can’t’ ‘won’t’ or ‘not’ unaware the subconscious mind doesn’t recognize contractions an in fact flips the intended meaning.
If the feminizing file says ‘you won’t be a male any longer’ the subconscious mind reverses it defeating the purpose of the intended meaning of the words.
Selena walked up letting him take it the sight of a real woman moving in a pair of heels. Effortlessly her hand held him at the chin tilting it up to give “Yvette’ a womanly kiss.
“I see nothing wrong with it Susan. Why who wouldn’t want to become a woman? These look so real I love how they feel.”
“Yes aunt Selena….they’re breast forms.”
“Dear while it’s nice to hear that title we’re not blood relations I think from now on you being in your mid-twenties Mistress or Domina is more appropriate.”
“Yes Mistress Selena.”
Susan lifted the hem of the dress and the billowing petticoats she figured Selena must have bought it special just for Tommy these days she would never be caught dead in a 50’s dress like that. The woman wondered what other surprises her friend had up her sleeve. Smiling she spoke fully enjoying the predicament ‘Yvette’ had put himself in.
“So obedient that will serve her well in the days ahead.”
One handed she pulled the lace thong to the side letting his caged penis come into view.
“Seems our Yvette enjoys the feeling of being restrained.”
Tommy could feel himself falling deeper under the womanly spell of both females. How many males pursuing their fantasy had dreamed of one not to mention two women magically appearing to help fuel it?
The back zipper of the dress slowly made its way down with Susan easing it lower.
“Come Yvette time we find out what kind of figure we’re working with.”
Some people go through life ‘living to eat’ Tommy a thin 142 pounds wasn’t like that if anything he ate too little accepting the premise one ‘ate to live’.
Selena gently caressed his balls bringing a murmur of joy from his lips.
“Where is the key to this thing?"
Susan lifted the piece from resting between her breasts and shook her pendent necklace.
“Don’t worry girlfriend I have it on my necklace.”
In some ways it was his worst fear realized. Locked and chaste his penis was no longer under his control.
“You’d like to be hard and erupt out…yet we won’t let you….together we are going to teach you how to have a more internal climax….say yes Mistress Susan I want to learn how to have a more feminine orgasm."
He repeated the sentence word for word curious as to how it would reshape his meaning of sex.
Yvette’s head laid sideways on the bed watching as Selena and Susan undressed down to just their panties. Called a ‘beginner bedroom bondage’ kit valued at a reasonable $70 by the popular BDSM company ‘Extreme Restraints’ Susan took out the pieces. Laying naked tummy side down on the mattress his arms were extended back cuffed to each ankle that were lifted his legs bent at the knee.
Arching his back making his pretty butt raise up he looked to see Susan approaching with a pair of eyeshades she laid on the bed. His breast forms felt so nice on his smooth-shaven body.
“Femininity in many ways is all about the senses…. Take in the fragrance of this perfume in the days ahead you’ll acquire your own scent."
His eyes never left the beauty of seeing her vagina as she spoke. Spraying a spritz of the Estee Lauder ‘Modern Muse’ on her mound he soon let his nostrils flare at how womanly it smelled mingling with the powerful aroma of her pussy.
Yvette’s eyes glanced over to see Mistress Selena holding a strap-on cock. Some times in his dreams he would wonder what it would feel like to be penetrated by something so menacing looking.
Seconds later with Selena out of view he felt her finger slide in past his rosebud entrance. Moments after that called the ‘Ultimate Thundergasm Wand’ kit a series of small to large round pieces on a 6” latex rod slipped inside.
“There honey lets cover your eyes so you can hear what it sounds like when two women who know what they are doing make love to each other.”
A few minutes in a light buzzing ignited new sensations within his anal canal. In time Yvette would make the shift knowing penetration felt better than his old way of spurting forth a mere 15 seconds of an energy drain a male orgasm was.
End of part two…