Cindy and a CD & another makes 3 ...last chapter by DLC"s alyssa
Carl ramped up his efforts at making Dale feel new levels of feminine submissiveness mixed with moments of sheer humiliation. Every morning he would have ‘Heather's’ arms extended out for 30 minutes to better acclimate him to feeling them kept weak once released. Domina Cindy believed the weaker Heather became the more submissive he was likely to feel under the rule of who he hoped would become his new Mistress, his girlfriend Natalie.
The mornings had him doing his housework dressed as a pretty housewife. Led by a leash clipped to his BDSM collar the afternoons had a naked Dale wearing breast forms held in a bikini with him tied to the flag pole in the backyard from noon til 4 PM. By the end of the afternoon the tan lines from the thong bikini and top left an imprint that looked quite girlish.
Heather sat at the vanity table to give one last look at his makeup smacking his lips gently together he slid them back and forth. Spreading the lipstick evenly he realized when naked he now had feminine tan lines that would be seen. His penis was made benign resting peacefully in the chastity cage beneath his panties. There was something about seeing the outline of it in is panties that was appealing.
Lifting the bra up he hooked it in front before spinning in in back and sliding it up to hold his faux c-cups. Heather was discovering the longer he wore the breast forms the more he wondered how nice it would be to have his own real ones.
His fingers pointing nearly touching themselves his hands pinched in at the waist amazed at how thin the corsets and cinchers had made his tapered waist look in a mere two weeks. A wiggle with his hips made the naval piercing jiggle it was the latest addition to his body modifications designed to further erode his claim to masculinity.
In the buffet line at the newly redecorated restaurant off the lobby of the Bellagio Alice Pagelli read the back of the t-shirt on Natalie ‘2019 upper northeastern regional west coast woman’s over-30 softball champions’.
“Congratulations Natalie, it must be fun competing like that.”
Her hand reached out and let her hand slide along the muscled arms of Natalie.
“You’re much stronger then I realized.”
The casino savvy in the ways of getting potential players back at the tables had set up a buffet knowing any customer would have their food within minutes. The idea was basic be done eating quickly and hopefully be back gambling when finished.
The conversation between the two moved along with Alice prodding and poking until Natalie revealed more about who and what Dominatrix Belinda was and what she had spoken to her about.
“It kind of turns me on Natalie…I mean the idea of totally running my husband’s life….to be completely in charge is such a power trip.”
Alice sipped the orange juice made livelier with champagne her smile let Natalie know she was contemplating the idea.
“As for my Dale if I’m going to do it Alice I want him to go full time, a male may think he knows what it feels like to be a woman if he is in bra and panties yet I want him to look down and see his own pussy and jiggle a pair of breasts. The feelings he needs to experience can only come through female hormones….that’s why Belinda is sending me her ‘special’ package.”
“My Anthony has at least dabbled in if not more with wearing feminine things…..I’ve found my intimate wear drawer askew some days. I’m certain he probably doesn’t know that I know. We’ve always had money yet with my new deal done it makes me the real bread-winner in the relationship. I want him to come to me in all matters including the finances.”
“Yes Belinda told me control the money and you can better control the male creature. You know I think I’ll take up your offer of flying home together on the corporate private jet with you. Would you mind if we stopped off and picked up my Dale then I’ll run you home?”
“Sure we’re close enough that would be fine. You know I could use a woman with your talents, what with the expansion your accounting skills would be highly valued plus I’d know I have someone I can trust. it's a chance to get in on the ground floor. Just as important that person will be a woman i know, I’ve learned never trust a male when it comes to business, they’ll steal you blind if they think they can get away with it. I’ll pay you well Natalie, a nice high six figures that will likely go to seven with an attractive over all package. We’re still dotting the ‘I’s’ and crossing the ‘T’s’.”
“Sure I could use a change, that would free me up to do what I want with Dale.”
Carl had slipped into Cindy CD mode that afternoon having picked up ‘Tamera’ decked out in a delightful dress and heels he intended for the novice Anthony to have a play date with Heather.
“Maid Tamera, give a nice curtsey. Be careful balancing your tray, I want to see a little sway to your hips, your 4” heels help yet you need to be conscious a gurl always seeks to please by the way she moves.”
Tamera focused his efforts letting the bounty of petticoats swish as he moved.
“Like this Domina Cindy?”
“Very delicate...good gurl, you’ll make for a nice domestic one day Tamera, its too bad your Woman doesn’t know of your desire to be a gurl for her. I’m sure she would much rather have a wife then a husband if she realized the benefits of being waited by a servant.”
Looking at Heather Cindy clapped her hands.
“Alright my pretties time for your lessons in bathing and grooming…a woman’s femininity first starts in the bathroom…it’s there her quest to remain a beautiful woman is monitored.”
45 minutes later awash in coconut oil Heather and Tamera began applying a fresh layer makeup on their faces made clean from sharing a bath together. Kept naked to let the oil works its magic as it soaked into their skin the two giggled out.
“Heather give a trim to Tammy’s mound…lets have it well manicured, a pretty thin triangle shape no male would ever be seen having.”
The car slid up the long driveway the noise of the crushed gravel was slight yet there as they drew close.
“I know this is the address, kind of surprised the door is unlocked.”
“We don’t get many desperado’s in this neighborhood they stick out like a sore thumb and are usually escorted out of town quickly even if they are just driving around.”
Stepping inside Alice and Natalie could hear sounds coming from upstairs.
Alice looked at Natalie
“Shall we, I’m bracing myself to see how pretty your Dale looks….I always do like a surprise.”
Each in pair of black thigh-high stay up’s with nipple suckers on Heather and Alice were kissing on the large bed while a fully made up Cindy dressed in his own pair of bra and panties played with the budding t-gurls erect cocks.
The two women went unnoticed for the first minute or so.
“Tamera your clitty is so pretty…doesn’t it feel nice to have it licked by Cindy?”
“Yes Heather, I’m so glad to be your girlfriend. Wasn’t it fun to be wearing petticoats this morning?”
“Yes I see now…..petticoats is it?”
Alice stunned to see it was her husband Anthony with Dale turned to look back at Natalie still in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Did you hear what ‘our’ two gurls like wearing Domina Natalie.”
She turned back quickly to stare once more at her husband.
“Don’t move off this bed dear if you know what’s good for you… is that clear?”
The fear of being caught for Anthony had been replaced by an even greater one….living under the authority of a woman quite capable of bringing authentic change to make for a life lived as a woman every day.
Paralyzed with fear ‘Tamera‘ held still
Hands on her hips Natalie merely needed to stare at her Dale. Shakespeare’s quote from Macbeth ran through her mind ‘ If it were done when tis done, then twere well it were done quickly’.
Spotting them on the dresser she walked over and looked at Cindy laying on his back underneath fingers still grasping each ball-sac, strong as she was she pulled his hands behind his back and secured the pair of handcuffs. Too much of a bondage enthusiast to resist he held still titillated at the possibilities for elation as she clamped them shut.
Looking at the two husbands Alice looked at Natalie one could see the women were singing in the same choir.
“Didn’t I hear tell that there was a puppy cage near by.”
It was Heather who looked at his woman Natalie wearing her leather pants and red chiffon blouse with billowing sleeves. His cock had immediately gone back to being hard on seeing her look, the leather the chiffon the idea that he too could wear such pretty feminine things brought his arousal to spike.
“Mistress Natalie, if I may speak….it’s in the bondage room upstairs.”
Being a cocky CD had always been his strong suit yet some thing inside told Carl things would be different this time. Staring out from behind the bars of the puppy cage he’d been turned submissive for the first time in a long time.
“I’m a gender neutral-plus, I’m a gender binary-beyond, I’m a gender 2.0…..or is it 3.0?
“I’m a fired…let me hear you say that.”
The boss of twelve years looked at Dale he couldn’t officially say the words ‘we don’t have fags working at our company’ so instead he offered the much cuter looking male then he remembered an exit package that would include a favorable recommendation to go with 3 months pay.
Dale knew it was likely he’d never work in the corporate world any more. Outside the office he undid his ponytail and slip back on the diamond engagement ring any bride to be would cherish wearing. He watched as two Asian kids, heads buried in their phones walked by playing pokemon. “Ash Ketchum in here, turn right.”
“Maid Carlita, my corset….come come my dear don’t keep your Mistress waiting.”
Anyone who would see ‘Carlita’ could tell the female hormones had worked wonders on the former CD Cindy. California is loaded with plenty of both women and t-gurls that are 6 feet tall, now the name Carl no longer fit a male who used to go back and forth between male mode and cross dressing. Perhaps it was the lovely vagina between his legs, certainly the months of brain cleansing as given the gurl a new perspective. It was an outlook that made the t-gurl feel privileged to serve a Dominatrix named Belinda.
Mistress Belinda lurched forward slightly on feeling the laces being tightened.
“Can’t you tighten them any tighter. I swear my pet you’ve lost so much strength this past year or so….oh well I guess a gurl like you can’t be both pretty and strong, that’s the price you pay for being so girlish.”
Heather looked into the mirror there was no other way to say it the former boyfriend of Natalie now had his own pair of pretty c-cups. Swishing and swaying his hips had become easier after a year or so of being in high heels. There was something about walking around naked so he could see his new ‘vagina’ any time he wanted that brought with it enjoyment.
It had never been in question his bride’s maid Tamera was also his maid of honor. The lovely pair of t-girls helped each other dress with Heather looking just a little more beautiful then Tammy when they finished.
Natalie had indeed gotten in on the ground floor of the company Alice ran stateside. A salary north of a million also came with bonuses. Now she would make her Heather feel want her mother had felt. Within the hour her old boyfriend was to be a married former cross-dresser turned post op t-gurl housewife dependent on his alpha for his sustenance, financial and emotional support.
Alice was proud of what she had made out of her Tamera the look in her eye let her t-gurl know his days of being the husband were at an end with the couple planning to renew their vows soon after Alice and Heather's marriage.
Lifting the veil as the female minister looked on Alice heard the words she had wanted to hear.
“I now pronounce you woman and wife, you may kiss the bride.”