Cindy an a CD & another makes 3 part 5
Letting his hips lead the way a naked Heather walked taking small measured steps in the 4” heels towards the floor mirror. A quick fluff to the hair he turned left and looked in to the mirror then turned right before looking back into the mirror as he shook them. The breast forms appeared seamless as colored foundation matching his skin tone concealed any tell-tale lines. Thanks to 'Youtube-influencers' with their helpful video’s each day he’d gotten better putting on his feminine face.
Domina Cindy would have to be pleased with his look after each morning’s shower or bath or a spanking would follow. The lavender scented bath oil made his skin so accepting to the follow up application of coconut oil of the same fragrance. He found it best to walk around naked for a good half hour or so to let the body absorb the oil as it rewarded Heather with skin turning delightfully feminine soft.
Adrift in the world of womanly vanity he would sit at the bench in front of his Vanity table Carl called Heather's girly girl space. Carl would have a sitting Heather look straight at his cock as Heather slowly stroked it acquiring a familiarity while the older CD gradually eliminated pesky rogue eyebrow hairs that fell out of the tapered lines he was creating. It had been so subtle yet a week later there was feminine thinness with a hint of a higher arch many women prefer.
Walking away from the mirror he looked at the 6 different sets of bra and panties on the beds comforter. Still not deft enough to put them on standing for fear of catching the panty waistband on his heel he sat and slipped the panties on before rising to put on his bra. He had learned to bend and scoop then adjust each strap before slipping his finger in to run along the inside of the bra band. It made him feel so feminine to do it. The breasts forms sat covering the nipple piercings and made them feel so sensitive. Every time they jiggled they acted as a reminder he had metal barbells in creating constant sensations.
4 steps had him at the vanity table where he bent slightly to give a quick assessment of his make up. The way the breasts gently swayed in the lightweight bra felt so nice as he lifted up bringing the mascara tube with him.
Turning at the hips his thin waistline making it easy he gently sat and slowly tilted the wand wet with darkness to further add thickness to his long curled lashes. Rising once more as though not a care in his girl-world his hands ran upward along the outside of his hips to give a gentle tug to his frilly garterbelt. The feeling of being in stockings was something he never wanted to give up.
“Are you ready for your waist-cincher honey?”
Carl was back in masculine mode as he strode heavy footed into the room. Pulling Heather by the waist he watched as the gurl’s head drifted back.
”Ohhh sir ….my nails …they may still be wet …..and my hair.”
His thin arms broke at the elbow while his fingers fluttered harmlessly showing off the kobalt blue colored nails. His own nails had been manicured by Cindy’s expert touch it was slight as the dominant CD using Gel-X extensions added a quarter inch making them seem like they had grown out barely over the tips. The procedure was easy once free of glue the nail gets flashed cured with a mini LED light fusing it on. Long yet not too long their new length made it certain he was only able to gently use the pads of his fingers removing him from lifting anything that had weight or heft to it.
“I tell you those fingers of yours they’re not much good but for putting on lipstick or stroking a cock. …you woman certainly have plenty of things to highlight your femininity…lets shrink that waist of yours another good 4”.”
His constant barrage of words kept urging Dale to feel only feminine. Heather held onto the bedpost as the attractive looking piece of feminine lingerie reduced his thin waist even more. What Heather liked about it was how much rounder and larger it seemed to make his twin bottom cheeks look. Out of no where he found himself being pulled over the lap of Carl before the male let fly with a few dozen spanks bringing a deep redness to the area. It was all the gurl could do not to cry ruining his makeup.
A day filled with real housework awaited Heather though light in nature he would find the chore of dusting and vacuuming to be at times fulfilling. The hem of the pretty 50’s style dress ended just above the knees with sleeves that capped at elbows. 3 layers of crinoline offered little protection should his panties be exposed. He enjoyed the feeling of the string of pearls as they moved slipping across his chest when in motion.
Appealing in a feminine sort of way they always brought ones eyes to look at the attractiveness of his chest made alluring with c-cup breasts. Now he was experiencing what many a woman feels daily leering eyes reducing them to mere objectified sexual feminine beings.
The clock in the kitchen reminded him he was due to be on the facetime app with his Natalie. An email 4 days earlier let her know he had ‘met an older client friend’ he used to know from business and was staying at his home. ‘Trust me she won’t be any the wiser ‘ was Carl’s reply when asked by Dale ‘I mean we all know people our wives or girlfriend don’t know’.
Asserting more control as their time together increased Carl would make a challenge out of it. This next laptop session with Natalie had Dale naked at Carl's insistence. Would she see his sculpted clear polished nails if Dale had a moment of absentmindedness…Would she detect what Domina Cindy had made of his now thinner and tapered eyebrows…Could she tell his face smooth as a baby’s butt had been given an extensive initial lazer-treatemnt slowly reducing or eradicating his facial hair follicles? Mercifully Carl had ‘Heather’ wash his hair letting it fall naturally while keeping a perm-curled look to it.
Your average red-blooded fun loving CD takes for granted that they can just wipe off lipstick and be on their way, while ‘Vasaline’ does work to remove to an extent the truth is trace elements of the origin dye leave behind an imprint subtly turning the lips the color of the lipstick they had used. The deeper the lipstick the darker and more prominent the color of CD’s lips become. The CD may dismiss it with a quick glance yet most any female being aware of minute details notices when in person and also if seeing a picture.
“Well we were just kind of fooling around.”
“So those ‘are’ barbell piercings in your nipples?....what did you two have some kind of sports bet and you lost…I thought you told me you weren’t going to gamble anymore after you lost that money on the lightening strikers game a few years back?”
“Humm yes a bet…. yea that’s right it was just kinda of fun wager … I didn’t lose any money sweetie…..kinda kinky huh?”
“No money lost that’s true yet now my boyfriend had pierced nipples like some kinky pole dancer…..and your staying there?”
“I just wanted to go along…his girlfriend broke up with him and he was feeling kind of lonely so I’ve been staying with him to keep him company.”
“How’s your mother?
“Last time we spoke you said your mom was on the phone and you had to talk to her.”
Perhaps 2 maybe 3 or 4 times at most a year he called his mother yet it had been months since the last time they spoke. He replied without missing a beat.
“Oh she’s good ..she said to tell you hello.”
“We really should see more of her.”
Carl walked into the frame standing over Dale’s shoulder he bent a little lower.
“Hi you must be Natalie…names Carl…I’ve heard a lot about you…...thanks for letting your guy hang with me while you’re away……just wanted to let Dale know I fixed the hot water heater he was going to hop in the shower that’s why he naked and I’m not….how's Vegas?”
“Nice to meet you Carl ….glad he’s keeping you company…better you then to have him out ‘lone-wolfing’ it at the single bars…we keep winning believe it or not so I’ll be here longer fellows.”
“At the tables or the ballpark?.....Say Dale why don’t you hop in the shower I’ll keep this beautiful woman occupied until you’re finished…. clearly she is the better half of the two of you. I love speaking with bright, intelligent athletic women like her.”
It was brief yet it was there Dale looked at the screen then back at Carl having become so used to obeying he lifted up. He let his hand with its long sculpted nails with clear polish momentarily cross in front of the camera as he moved his hair behind his ear. At first it didn’t register with the woman yet her intuition told her some thing was different beyond just the pair of nipple barbells.
It’s been said flattery doesn’t work….. the fact is it does works an often marvelously so especially by one skilled in the art of it. Carl could charm the antlers off a moose keeping up the complimenting platitudes within 15 minutes he had won Natalie over. Ready to give off the explanation he continued.
“He said ‘biz’ has been slow so he took a few days off. We were out for a few beers and stopped by a salon I go to sometimes, they were having a grand re-opening or something like that I think and low and behold your guy won an afternoon spa treatment of sorts…something they called ‘the works’….that’s the good news…”
“Why what happened Carl? What’s the bad news?”
“Maybe it’s not all bad….Turns out there was a little confusion…I guess we shouldn’t have smoked that weed on the drive into town…he kind of fell asleep while the nice Asian lady I’m guessing mistook him for another regular client they know who is gay…well he got ‘the works’ alright….a massage with body hair removal treatments…don’t get me wrong there wasn’t any funny business and anyway she went at it pretty good…shaped his nails gave him a mani & pedi…. Those Asian women can be so quiet she just went about her duties……gave him facial hair treatments even trimmed his pubic hair….she then finished by perming his hair…what with it being kind of long well the thing is he was afraid to tell you….it looks kind of feminine now….truth is you might like it Natalie…I’m mean these days a lot of hollywood stars and celebrities kind of go for the gender neutral look….pretty much stayed out like a light until she finished.”
“Serves him right …he got to experience what us women have to do to keep ourselves looking good…. tell him to keep it that way til I get home…I want to see it in person.”
“Huuummm there is something else. You know he really cares about you…it wouldn’t surprise me if you two got married …I guess I shouldn’t stick my nose where it doesn’t belong…..anyway we got to talking he joked about you saying something about him masturbating and I told him what my girlfriend had me wear…..”
“What do you mean wear?...yea I heard him tell me you were heartbroken sorry to hear that you two broke up, I mean you sound like a nice guy just from talking to you I can tell that Carl.”
“So what did she have you wear…..what does it have to do with masturbating?”
“It’s called a chastity cage…it goes on and prevents any unsupervised….”
Natalie interrupted Carl mid-sentence.
“Yes I saw one on Oprah’s show once I think…”
“So since I’m currently single I let him try one of the ones she gave me….he’s wearing it now……I think he’s discovering that it kind of really takes a male down a notch or two…..you know makes them more compliant…I don’t know you might like the way you can control his urges if I can say that the right way Natalie.”
“Hmmm how interesting …I never thought about that before …goodness knows he’d benefit from being controlled especially by me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught him rubbing one out. Some times it’s prevented him from doing me because he’s already spent.”
“Gee Natalie…….now you could be the one who is in charge of it……I think its called being the ‘keyholder’….I must tell you though it kind of makes the male a little more….how can I say this …well they just take on a more docile and submissive way about them….again it’s about control….you’d have to become the authority figure, you know kind of lay down the law let him know you’re the boss……I mean lets face it……women really are in charge anyway…. having him wear one for you is a way of him acknowledging that between the two of you that you’re the one with the power.”
Carl could see his words struck a cord with her. It was the classic Freudian conclusion that at any time one is thinking about ‘money, sex or power’ with power being about relationships.
“I mean you seem like the alpha type you’re good with business, you’re assertive enough to be competing on the athletic field right. You know ever since he’s been in it he’s taken to doing the housework around here. Who knows? that might appeal to you …to have you come home to a clean home knowing you totally control your male…..he can play with vibrators like a woman yet he can’t stroke his member…I mean before he logged on and called I caught playing with this one on the table.”
Carl lifted the vibrator up to show Natalie.
“I also could swear he found a tube of my old girlfriend’s lipstick the other day and put some on like he was curious about what it would feel like…like I pointed out…. those chastity cages just make males do things differently….I didn’t say anything I figure to each his own …I mean if he has a feminine side so what right? I guess I shouldn’t say all this stuff…my old girlfriend left a bunch of her clothing I think he may have been rummaging through some of it when I was out……I have to say though…. I feel a real connection to you in sort of a friend kind of way.”
“Yes Carl I do to….I’m glad you did….. this has been very enlightening… “
“It’s just that I think in relationships like you two have the woman should be the one in control…. it should be her with the power… guys are much better when they are serving their women even if it is by doing the housework..…I don’t mind telling you when I was with my gal I got to be pretty submissive to her ….heck sometimes she even had days when she would dress me up….said it was good for me…did Dale ever tell you he’s dabbled in cross-dressing? I’m guessing no….probably too scared...…my woman used the cage to train me to worship her vagina too…..ohhh I shouldn’t have said all that….. I hope you don’t mind…..that’s why I miss her so much since she moved to Europe to take that big job….I would do whatever she wanted no matter what.”
Carl turned when he heard Dale walk in wearing the towel around his waist like any guy would do.
“So Natalie and Carl …you two solve the worlds problems?”
Carl stood up and let Dale sit only to hear Natalie reply.
“No not the worlds …just yours and mine…..Carl would you excuse us….I’ve enjoyed speaking with you. I’ll look forward to getting to know you better after I get back.”
“Sure Nat…same here….I’ll shoot you my email address should you need it for some reason.”
As he walked out he heard Natalie assertively give the order.
“Stand up and remove that towel sweetie… in front of the camera…I want to see it.’
Natalie banged out a half dozen screen shot’s of Dale naked wearing the chastity cage. Shimmying down her sweats that had the word ‘pink’ in large letters along her rump she slid her hand into her panties to next slide her finger along her slit. One leg over the arm of the chair the other spread out in the other direction Natalie diddled her pussy while speaking.
“That stays on until I get back…..that clear?
“Carl told me you had a kind of ‘spa’ day and have a nice smoothness to your body….that too stays the same……including those nails…give a shake to your hair.”
Dale shook his hair that also made his barbells shake while feeling a band of femininity roll though him.
The woman looked over to the left to see two of her friends were in the bed making a case why lesbian lovemaking was best. That’s when it hit her keep him in chastity train him to worship her vagina and also have him be the one to clean the home. She figured if and when she needed to feel his penis all she had to do was unlock him.
“I like you with a perm…..you’ll need to wash it at least every other day or so and use conditioner I don’t know when the tournaments is going to end but I’m looking forward to seeing you honey…lean forward and blow me a kiss I have to go…we’re all going to hit the tables down stairs.”
Dale leaned in Natalie detected a lift and poutiness to his nipples that hadn’t been there before….it felt so feminine to be blowing her a kiss it was something she used to do to him when he was away. She took a few more screen shots and waved goodbye.
The woman tall in her boots looked at Natalie sensing her lack of experience at a crap table she leaned to whisper.
“Put half your chips on the easy 6 and 8 then use two of those red ones on the hard 4 and 5 more green one’s on the pass line.”
Doing as she was told Natalie spoke.
“What’s a hard 4? i could use a hard 7 if you know what i mean.”
It was enough to make them both laugh.
Before answering the woman shouted to the dealer wielding the stick. Deftly moving the thin wooden piece he avoided the rows of stack of chips in front of him to move the dice to the thrower.
“We’ll let everything ride.”
The thrower at the other end let fly the dice as Natalie introduced herself. The two became fast friends as the dice kept rolling by the same thrower.
“I’m Natalie by the way I love the boots…and those black leather slacks they’re killers. I wish I had the nerve to wear an outfit like that…it makes you look so dominant.”
“That’s exactly what I am …I’m a professional Dominatrix….name’s Belinda….Mistress Belinda to my collection of submissives.”
Natalie gave a slight shake to jiggle her breasts.
“That’s kind of a turn on to hear…submissives”
“I learned long ago either you run them or they run you, they try to top from the bottom if given the chance….I mean with the male creature that is….they are easily trained once one knows how. I wish more women would come to believe Female Supremacy is the only way to go. ”
“Its funny you said that Belinda…I was just having a ‘back and forth’ on the laptop with my boyfriend at home….you ever hear of a chastity cage?….I’ll save you the details here’s a picture or two.”
The saucy looking cocktail waitress sauntered by balancing the tray with one hand held high while making sure her sumptuous breasts could be seen by any that looked.
“You like whiskey?”
“Sure why not ….Vegas right?”
“Here darling the 50 is for you…let us have 2 ‘Jackie Daniels’…make them double’s…one large clear ice cube in each.”
Holding Natalie’s phone Belinda looked at the images before giving a smirk.
“A natural born submissive, I can spot them a mile away. You seem like the open minded type…you ever hear of the term ‘T-gurl?”
Fifteen minutes went by with the two women going back and forth in conversation as though they had known each other for years.
Belinda looked at her watch.
“Learned in Vegas you better bring a watch cuz you’ll never find a clock in a casino. I need to get going my ‘foot slut’ session is drawing near.”
Natalie smiled wide.
“Yea…guys and their fetishes…he has a thing for feet. You ever had your feet licked by a slave? It’s an acquired taste yet it’s really quite a delight…..not to mention I get a 2,000 a hour…..always make them pay either financially or psychologically.”
Again Natalie put a big smile on her face as she watched Belinda look down the table.
“Cash our chips out guys. We’ll have them in trays.”
She looked at Natalie.
“Come with me, were going to get you those slacks and boots before I go…don’t forget your chips throw the dealers 5 blue ones they did good by us.”
Natalie hadn’t been paying attention to the action, looking down she saw the 3 trays filled with an assortment of colored chips. Just then the dealer shouted loud enough for everyone at the table to take notice.
“Craps….new shooter coming out.”
Belinda smiled thinking to her self ‘his luck was bound to run out it always does when they least expect it’.
“Holy shit….there must be…”
Belinda gave the stack the once over.
“I’d say you have near 20,000…not bad for 20 minutes…though I made double that…..cash them out in 4 increments at different windows and different times so you don’t get a 1099 for the IRS.”
Heading to the row of Boutique shop’s Belinda spoke.
“To go with the leather slacks we’ll have you pick up a red and a white chiffon blouse….lots of billowing in the sleeves….a little leather and lace look always makes males pant like a puppy. Remember you rule and he drools.…..remind me not to forget the rising crop.”
“Oh right …your foot slutter…I mean toe licker.”
“No it’s for you. It’s best to always display the element of pain as a possibility. Read the link on female superiority gynocentris.com……’traditional relationships nothing but business and the bottom line’…getting over the plague of modern masculinity we’re going to turn you on to the wisdom of female supremacy. You’ll discover the benefits of having a docile male turned servile T-gurl…..so very useful to today's woman.”
“Ok I’ll remember that Belinda.’’
Belinda stopped and checked her phone for the text Natalie sent.
“And this is a good address to send you that special package I mentioned.”
“Yes it is I definitely will stay in touch Belinda.”
“Natalie is that you?”
Belinda and Alice turned on hearing the woman speak jettisoning herself away with a weave to the stranger Belinda kissed Alice on the cheek and whispered ‘do it ….you won’t regret it’.
“Alice Pagelli …what brings you to Vegas?”
“The Greeting Card, Home furnishings and Gift-market trade show I am about 10 hours away from finalizing a deal of a lifetime.”
“You’re not worried about jinxing if by talking about it?”
“No, my vision-board dreaming is far more powerful then any minor thought like that. Besides that the corporation needs what I’m bringing to the table. I’ve set the template for them to expand oversea’s…..you staying here at the Bellagio?”
“There’s still money is greeting cards? I thought they went away what with e-cards and social media sites.”
“In the US alone 7 billion dollars is spent on retail sales and that doesn’t include all the other nick-nacks and other cute things like tapestry’s and scented soap or potpourri and the like. There still is nothing like the personal connection one gets by getting a card.”
“Yes I’m at the Bellagio…in town for a softball tournament.”
“Ok tomorrow lets meet for brunch I’m on my way to see a show with a friend, I know it sounds silly to admit yet Celine Dion touches me whenever I hear her sing.”
End of part 5.....