DLC inspired...’Give the Lady what she wants’. pt 1
(to Mistress DLC…..as always my inspiration.)
“I’ve always thought you to be an innovator Camille.”
Listening to the compliment reminded the dominatrix she always had a deep respect for Asian mistresses with her long time friend being one.
“Thank you Bing pe’ Neau…..it was just an idea I had.”
“Au contraire mademoiselle vous agissez pendant que d’autres pensent a agir…..an action taken unleashes the mighty forces to come to your aid.”
“Oh I do love Asian women that are fluent in French…especially a fellow dominatrix….it always sound so commanding.”
“Male’s always think women are too sensitive yet when it comes to their penis they are the ones that are quite sensitive. I saw a female comedian Jacqueline Novak who made the point it really is the most feminine part of their body, its needy, it nags one, it pokes you in the middle of the night one minute it is the life of the party and the next its flopped over on the fainting couch that is the inner thigh just waiting for someone to take notice that frankly she is upset.”
“I’ll have to you-tube that.”
“I think your site is the most comprehensive I’ve come across in turning a male trans…there is so much related information no matter what the category.
“Yes it took time and effort….once put on the path to new Lady Land a male learns becoming a woman is layered with nuances and a complicated endeavor. In the end they enjoy their new life and emotions and make for one less male to deal with.”
Bing let out a brief laugh that had a hint of feminine superiority before replying.
“Give the lady what she wants…..even if they started out as just a male….Gifted to them one vagina at a time a male under your guidance and expertise learns it’s best he live a life from a womanly perspective. Bye Camille I’ll stay in touch.”
Anger is never about what is…it’s always about what isn’t…. a fixed attachment to an expected result that doesn’t materialize. In his case it was put in the mind by a male ego certain it was in control of Angus’s limited life-view.
Heart broken Angus Maine was mad after being dumped that afternoon by his long time girlfriend. That night he did what most any male would…he went to the bars hoping to drown his sorrows and maybe just maybe pick up some strange.
One after the other the beer flowed down. Still dwelling in his mind on how something should be yet wasn’t he knew they weren’t going to get married…..and find the house with the white picket fence….. that had their name on it....She wouldn’t be the stay at home nesting wifey ....or he the male hubby who would forage the wilds of business bringing home a paycheck that to his way of thinking would allow him to rule over her.
The negative energy of his anger acted as a force field keeping any girl away from him. In the ‘Uber’ ride to his apartment he shared the marijuana laden vaping pipe with the driver. The weed was good yet made him feel sentimental. He flung his clothing off throwing the last of it to the closet floor. Buried underneath the others he saw the collection of boxes she left behind in error or worse on purpose as though it was her way of saying I want out.
The scent of her perfume still lingered as he lifted one of the boxes bringing it to his bed. His eyes closed briefly on seeing all the lingerie inside she had always looked so sexy wearing. Lifting out the pair of panties he ran their silkiness on his penis. His hand brought the piece to his nose taking in the fragrance of her vagina he just knew he would slip them on before going to sleep.
Reaching in to the bottom he touched something that felt like a smaller box. Pulling it out he remembered it was ‘party favors’ she had bought for the bachelorette party she hosted 7 months earlier. Tumbling to the bed were an array of kinky sex-toys of a all kinds. Mingling with the vibrators, dildo’s, what looked to be a silver bullet with a jeweled end also falling was some kind of ringed metal piece that would fit over a male penis. The last to fall out was a pair of high heels that had a high ankle strap with two tiny locks.
His body gave off a shiver on seeing it while making his dick go hard at the same time. He picked up the black panties and stroked his cock as he felt his lust spiking. There was only one thing to do…..he did what any male would…he went to the internet in search of sexual relief.
Angus had long since moved past the vanilla stage when searching an image of a beautiful naked woman was nice yet he needed more. If he had a weakness it was for sites that had dominant women putting males in their place it was the reason why he typed the words ‘femdom’.
What came up was a site entitled ‘Femdomina.com’. Within seconds after clicking on the box that said he was over 18 a new world opened up to him.
As chance would have it Dominatrix Camille happened by her PC to hear the ping. It was enough the female supremacist sat down to see what male was intrigued enough to view her pages.
Scrolling down he could feel his penis pulsate at reading the words ‘Lady Camille’…’spare the rod spoil the slave’. Total Domination-Femdomme-Chastity-Feminism- Servitude – Obey. Somehow he knew he need not look any further …..deep inside his feelings told him he was ‘home’.
“So that is a trans girl....Look at how pretty she is….you can tell she is happy being a gurl’
The beautiful T-girl was one of Mistress Darklady’s former males who’d been given the gift of femininity.
Scrolling further the words ’waiting just for you…welcome to my world’ connected with Angus. He next saw a pretty thing of a t-girl named Gia posing in bra and panties wearing a ball-gag. Other words jumped out at him…feminization…chastity…corset … stiletto’s …pegging ….female domination…. worship….submissive…spanking…BDSM.
“Look at how beautiful Ms. Camille is…and she is so smart what a high IQ…her favorite color is just like mine…purple.’
He read it twice then read it a 3rd time…’My interest is femming males…What I do is very real and known as ‘Fem Coaching or Fem tutoring’…..I am an expert in the art of Male MtF Transition’. Angus felt his penis give off a pulse on thinking about it.
He looked at lovely t-girl named Maria with the lower back tattoo…the words jumped out at him…. marked slave….….DLC owned. Angus couldn’t explain why yet his hands lifted to cup his boi-boobies when he saw the kneeling naked t-girl in high heels wearing a collar that had a leash dangling off it. His fingers moved through his longish hair.
“I love her hair…and her makeup…it makes her look so pretty.”
He bit his lip.
“Look that male looks like just a novice Cd…I think that’s what they call them….but wait….he’s been put under ownership to Lady Camille…is he just a number now …its a slave number….he belongs to his FemDom tutor Dominatrix Camille…she must be the guiding light in his life….the one who he obeys….oh how adorable….i have to stop calling him a ‘he’….look she’s now a lovely woman….I’m certain of it…she enjoys belonging to an alpha woman like Lady Camille.”
Scrolling further he stopped.
“This is another one of her slaves…look how pretty she is wearing a Mistress DLC's collar.”
One after the next his eyes took in the sight of the former males. Each in their pretty intimate wear he saw how they’d become gorgeous Trans-Gurl slaves. He spotted the tab and clicked on it ’how to think like a slave’.
“I wonder if she would help me….I need guidance in my life…..a feminine influence…from someone who knows what’s best for me….I’ve always known it …women are smarter then males….they know how a male should live….even if it’s as a submissive t-gurl….it’s probably better that way…... it’s just we don’t listen to them….but if I listened and did what I was told maybe I learned a better way of living.”
“Look at that little heart hanging off the nice collar…what does that say..’Give in in to me…rest in my dominance…I will embrace you…surround you…envelope you…Open up to me and I will fill you as well…Let me inside you…open your heart to me…I will cleanse you…break you…and put you back together…You are safe with me little one…’
“I’m sure its true …so is that statement…the male should be the property of Woman....what would it feel like to be owned?... Look at all those pretty t-gurls in the making…indifferent stages each one is being brought along to a better life…”
“Boy that Alyssa looks cute…why I’m sure she’ll make for a very pretty woman one day. I bet she’ll have nice boobies once she gets on the female hormones and they fill out to a lovely round fullness. I think she’d make for a pretty housewife one day. I bet she is good at sucking a cock.”
Unusual, perhaps yes …..yet besides wanting to check the real time speed of it Mistress DLC sent the message to her new chat room knowing he was in need of feminine wisdom. She next pulled up her Skype page.
The introduction’s put behind the two the conversation shifted with Angus expressing his angst looking into the cam on the Skype feed.
“I can’t believe she dumped me’’
“You’re new so this time will be the last I remind you. Address me properly or this is over right now…always use Mistress or Maam…is that clear muffin.”
He was taken aback at 5’ 7” 145 he may not have been some big burly guy yet he wasn’t used to being called muffin or for that matter being told what to do by any woman even if she did call herself Mistress Camille.
The woman waited she had seen it before in many a transformation initiated by her powerfully feminine influence. Her eyes scanned the ‘To do’ list of putting up her 2nd companion site to her original one. The 2nd site would devote itself to bringing a male along until he was turned completely girlie-girl Trans.
Plain and simple Camille was a female Supremacist having a married a woman the alpha lesbian in her liked having males turned into femmed-out Transwomen as a way of acknowledging her belief in the truth of it. Her two goals enlighten women in the knowledge that they are superior and turn a male trans so he may experience a life lived in the Lady Pond.
The buzz of the weed feeling nice he punched the words into the keyboard 'Yes Mistress'.
The words gone unspoken Mistress Camille smiled ‘game on’.
“So she dumped you…maybe you had it coming….how would you know what she feels like…a woman is far more complex then a mere male. I know of a way that will let you understand what I just said.”
Intended so she knew her words would further upset him.
“Males so typical your reaction…you have no idea what it feels like to be feminine…if you did its likely your thoughts would be much different. Change your thoughts and you change your world. Hmmm are you up for a challenge? Would you like a taste or more of what it’s like being a woman….I’ll let you ponder it why you leave to go to bed and masturbate.”
A silence on his end had her adding.
“Yes I said masturbate…that’s what you’re planning on doing right?…you’re already naked no doubt dying to beat off…..you’ll get in bed and fantasize about taking some woman…..you’ve probably already have a pair of her panties out on your bed to remind yourself of what’s gone…when a woman leaves behind her lingerie it's a message that says you're not worthy of being with her.”
It was exactly what he was planning. He looked over and saw mingled with the sex toys the pair of sheer black panties on the bed. So often he enjoyed seeing the former girlfriend in her lingerie now that he had tried them on for the first time he felt a level of ‘feminine- envy’.
“Know this …should you log back on I will take you on a ride of your lifetime…I don’t do things half way…the moment I feel your not living up to my requirements I’ll dump you too….you say you want to know why she did it then we’ll have you experience the thoughts and feelings of being a woman…..its much more then you think…..over time you’ll come to enjoy the mental and physical changes.”
There wasn’t nary a male alive that hadn’t contemplated at some point the thought ‘what if I was a woman?’.
“Hmmm…are you just going to be satisfied with a little wank or are you an inquisitive male enough to live with what I will bring to our relationship….stop stroking your little plaything and look at the screen.”
He half wondered if she was clairvoyant as he stopped pulling on his dick.
“What’s it to be muffin…will you answer yes Mistress or shall we end this relationship before it has lift off? Remember every crisis brings with an opportunity I would say this is yours.”
So often in life one doesn’t even recognize when they are confronted by a life-changing event.
Mistress Camille knew what his answer was before he did…a male is always thinking about one or two or all of three things…money, sex or power. In his case it was the latter two….sex and power.
“Yes Mistress….I want to be with you…let me experience what it is you think I should.”
“Very good muffin…instead of looking at those pretty panties when your wanking your self to sleep I want you to put them on and sleep without diddling your little plaything. Life under me brings with it discipline….something you are sorely lacking in. Tell me more of the things you found of your old girlfriend.”
Moments later he held some of the collection with the BDSM collar and chastity cage in one hand.
“I can see…perhaps had she used these you might still be together…Don't you know women train their males these days.”
“Yes Lady Camille she bought them for party gifts for a bachelorette party she threw …can I ask…is this what I think it is?”
“It’s a chastity cage with a tiny padlock…all women know you males just can’t keep your hands off it…stand up and slide it on and lock it while I watch.”
Perfectly sized for his average length 5" penis he felt a certain feeling he never had before as the cage closed in around his dick. The key slid in a quick turn of it and it was locked on.
“Ouch…ooh that hurt for a second….there I have it on my Mistress.”
“See how easy the words flow out…My Mistress…you’ll come to enjoy saying it now slip the collar around your neck. I want it tight but not too tight….close the lock and put the key with the other on your desk. Why it looks natural on you muffin you'll make for a lovely pet.”
His hand went up and gently felt it there was something about having a collar around his neck that touched him inside. Primal in nature it was that feeling that one sometimes feels that its better off to be under the control of another person more dominant.
“Yes Mistress…she left a lot of other things like lingerie and some clothing and stuff in one of the closets…see here are a pair of high heels that lock at the ankle…funny thing is they look like they fit me. We were pretty much the same size I mean except for her breasts.”
“The morning will have an email sent your way…do the things on the list and plan on wearing those pretty panties all day…I'll be acting as your tudor....you're in need of feminine guidance from me or any other women.... your journey has begun muffin blow a kiss good bye to me. We’ll connect soon.”
Hands together Angus blew her a kiss to see the screen on her end go dark after finishing it.
Wilma Hoffrau ran the series of condominium buildings she owned like a Swiss watch. At 51 she had made a success of herself in the rough and tumble world of real estate.
Angus Maine took the garden apartment renting it out from her with some stipulations. At the time they signed the lease Wilma made it clear she would walk in unannounced from time to time to ensure no drugs or illegalities what so ever was being done under the roof of the building she owned.
She had also let him know from time to time she would need his help in return for reducing the cost for living in the upscale condo building. Working at a café had its financial limitations without hesitation Angus agreed.
Angus slid out of bed the dreams he had seemed to be kissed by a feminine angel back and forth it went with him wondering how good he’d look in female clothing. Phone turned on he saw the list Mistress Camille sent. The first thing that jumped out was the order to remove all hair but for a little stripe on his mound.
A look in the cabinet had him take out the body lotion the old girlfriend used. As time had gone on her feminine grooming items took up much of the cabinet space. Careful working around the locked chastity cage he slowly denuded himself from nose to toes he was free of hair.
Even when his girlfriend was living there he had times when he tried on a few of her things. Collar still locked on a shave to his face as well as a shower had him slipping into some shorts over the panties borrowing one of the tops from the large closet she used.
Piece by piece he put back all the lingerie in the bottom drawers. Going into the closet he pulled out the other boxes hidden deep in behind and also those beneath his dirty clothes.
“Oh look at that…she must have had some left over from the bachelorette party.”
He opened the attractive ‘Goop’ packaging of the first gift box reading the words ‘this smells like my vagina’. Lighting the aroma candle his nose took in the unique scent. Looking down he saw that there were 9 more boxes.
“Wow…that Gwyneth sure must smell nice between her legs.”
His hand drifted down and gave a rub between his legs enjoying the sensation of wearing the panties covering the chastity cage. 45 minutes later the women’s clothing from the boxes put back and arranged with the others in the large closet made it look like his old girlfriend was still living there.
“I need some coffee.”
His hand briefly touched the BDSM collar truth was he thought it made him look kind of hip as he left to fetch some crushed coffee beans down the street a few blocks.
Biking long-distance riding, marathons lifting weights the kind of conditioning Wilma kept herself in was apparent to any one that saw the successful woman. The only blemish to the curves of her sculpted ass was the phone slid in to the back pocket of her off-white designer jeans. Lifting it out it was clear that it was always where she kept it from the worn out look of things.
“Ang-gee dear…you here…need some help today.”
Wilma stepped in to his apartment and closed the door behind her.
“Yoooo hooo anyone home.”
Walking in her nose led her to the scented candle in his bedroom, neat and well organized after his efforts she felt pleased with its look. Bending down she pulled in the unmistakable fragrance of a vagina.
“Women…there is nothing quite so powerful as femininity.”
Her leg brushed the side of the desk illuminating the PC screen.
“Hmmm what do we have here…Femdomina.com …..how interesting.”
She scanned the site and made the conclusion.
“I like it…its about time Dominatrices were given credit for leading males to the light of feminism through the gift of femininity. What is her contact info? Seems our little Angus has a new mentor….I still remember my days being a part time Mistress trying to secure my grad and post grad degree’s to help pay for things until I got on my feet financially …perhaps I can help.”
“What are these 2 keys?.... he’s not going to want to lose these he shouldn’t leave them out lying around they get lost so easily that way…. I’ll hold on to them and let him know.”
Standing in line trying to decide if he should have 2 or 3 shots in his non-fat latte Angus felt a wave of submissiveness knowing his penis was caged behind a pair of pretty panties. Just thinking about it made him touch the BDSM collar. An older woman behind him staring at it waited until she caught his eye.
“Does that come with a leash?”
Angus just smiled back nervously without answering. It made him wonder what it would feel like to be under the control of a woman like her.
“I know a husband who would benefit from wearing one of those things.”
His order placed he stood patiently on the side waiting for it to be filled. The woman came walking by holding her paper cup filled to the brim.
“Just so you know ….you look cute wearing panties then again I guess you know pantie lines have a way of showing themselves off.”
Her hand brushed along his cheek-line.
“Wearing that collar and those panties you’d make for a lovely pet dear.”
Angus must have spent an hour looking for the 2 keys he’d been sure he’d left on his desk. The rest of the day and evening had him resigned to contemplating what it was like knowing he was locked into a collar and chastity piece without the key being handy. He wondered what Mistress Camille would say the next morning when he told her.
“Take it out leave it by your PC.”
The 6” dildo stood up balanced on its own at the base near by the keyboard. Having Logged on for the latest Skype cam session with Mistress Camille Angus could feel the rose-tone moisturizing foundation on his face.
“Have you thought about sucking on a cock?”
Up until then he really hadn’t. It’s like asking someone ‘not to’ think of an elephant, the moment the statement comes out a person starts thinking about an elephant.
Angus gave a look at the dildo and started thinking about sucking on it.
“You know muffin the longer its there the more your curiosity grows…perhaps you’ve already thought ‘what would it feel like to slide my lips over it.”
The esteemed poet Ralph Waldo Emerson said it ‘The mind once stretched by a new idea never returns to it original dimension’. I guess we know where R. Waldo was ….he was thinking about it after he said it.
He looked once more at the 6” latex phallus.
“But I’m not gay Maam.”
“Who said anything about being delightfully gay….because you said that I want you to repeat the words …’what a gorgeous looking cock’. Every time you look at the dildo or see a cock on the internet or wherever you say those words….is that clear muffin, write it down and leave it on an index card or something right near it while I watch you do it.”
Taking the single stack of ‘Post-it’ note’s he wrote the words on the top one and stuck it near the dildo.
”Now repeat it out loud for me. “
Looking at the dildo he complied.
“Oh what a gorgeous looking cock.”
“Again…drill it into your mind…you can see how gorgeous it looks…say it.”
“Oh what a gorgeous looking cock.”
After saying it once more he stared at it for a few more seconds or so.
“The same thing happened when your girlfriend lived with you….before she dumped you for someone better…you saw her remove her bra….I’m sure your thoughts drifted to what it would feel like to have a luscious pair of breasts…now tell me true ....yes or no you thought about that correct?…”
Subtly she shifted the tense.
“….How nice its going to feel to have a pretty pair of breasts.”
“Yes Mistress I have…..you’re right.”
“You’ll find I’m always right or maybe I should say most always there was that one time 7 years ago when I didn’t choose the right color paint for my den….no matter….my point muffy dear is that a woman like me knows wants best for her gurls.”
Camille let the description set in.
“…oh excuse me did I say gurls…yes well we were talking about how you’ll enjoy having a pretty pair of breasts…of course your lingerie will be very feminine…I’m afraid I insist that all my gurls wear lovely lingerie…did you organize things like I told you… the lingerie that your girlfriend left behind all her many piece’s of clothing she’s not coming back to collect …perhaps it’s fate…you know ‘Mother Universe’ delivers what she is asked.”
“Yes my Mistress, I arranged things neatly in the closet and put the lingerie in my two bottom drawers….there’s a lot there Maam.”
“Tell me you have thought about wearing bra’s before haven’t you honey….you know how sexy that would feel…especially the really pretty ones with lots of lace edging and trim…..one always feels so feminine in their intimate wear.”
His eyes looked at the dildo cock before looking back at the PC monitor. Her eyes caught him doing it.
“Go ahead Muffy pick it up or maybe well call you Lorena for today…its such a pretty name so innocent …Lorena your mistress gave you a command …..let you fingers slide along the base of the dildo….what do you say honey?”
“Oh what a gorgeous looking cock.”
“Tell me my girl you are enjoying putting on your rose tone moisturizer on your face every morning aren’t you?"
"Yes Maam…it feel so soft…I mean my skin…it seems to blend in so easily.”
“Yes darling I can tell you have blemish free skin…and to think you are already wearing makeup….I mean moisturizer is part of the family of make up so it can be truthfully said my Lorena wears makeup….that’s it slip your fingers on the cock….tell me did you pick out and purchase those 3 different kinds of lipstick like I asked?”
“Lorena honey lay the cock between your breasts…I want you to pick what kind of lipstick you’ll apply then let me know of your choice and I’ll consider it."
It felt so different to have his hair in a pair of pigtails not quite as long as he'd like it still made him feel feminine.
“Mistress I like the dark red I mean the midnight crimson seduction.”
“Yes, good choice go with it…..see …you are learning from your Mistress… that will go with your rose tone foundation and what’s more of a midnight seduction but to have a pair of glossy lips on a cock for a girl.. pick it up baby look at it …it looks so long it looks so pretty what a lovely cock.”
He slowly put the lipstick on careful to spread it evenly.
“Good girl Lorena close your eyes lets pretend it dark and you’re on your knees in front of a lover…lets say you know you’re the kind of girl who likes sucking on a cock… one that has taken the time to get herself ready….lovely make up pretty hair do….gorgeous lingerie caressing your body…yes, she feels she deserves a reward…ease it to your lips…let it slide past them….do it slowly feel the shape of the head as your lips glide on it then slip past it.”
He slid it to his lips before easing the head past he couldn’t explain why yet he sucked in just a little harder.
“Now feel your cheeks pull it in a little deeper….”
It was like she was reading his mind his cheeks pulled in letting the 6” cock go in a little further.
“Darling some girls just look so right sucking on a cock …my Lorena I’m so proud of you…lift you hand you know you’d love to play with your nipples let them crinkle and send out the sensations…yes good girl link the two together…the sexiness you feel sucking on a cock and how nice it is to have lovely breasts and nipples played with.”
“Now run your hand down your smooth tummy….we already know how much you enjoy not having any ugly hair on your body….split your fingers in the middle let them run along the landing strip of hair on your mound…yes that’s how I teach my gurls to do it Lorena …very good I like how you suck too girl….”
Muffled slightly by the cock his mouth let a moan slip out then whimper.
He couldn’t understand it his penis was locked yet it felt as excited as it ever had as he caressed his soft mound.
The woman had seen it many times before and prepared to give off the instructions.
“Girls like you love caressing their soft mound.”
“Ohhh, ohhhh, eeewwwww.”
“Yes baby such a good girl think how pretty it will feel when you slip into your new bra and panty sets…so many of my girls like to wear them before they do their makeup…do you know how good your going to look with a pair of c-cups.”
The cock moving in and out he could feel him self ready to explode.
“DO IT Lorena…PUT YOUR HAND DOWN BELOW YOUR CLITTY…COLLECT IT …..ALL OF IT.”
Loud and commanding he lowered his hand on hearing the order.
“Ohhh I’m coming …but I’m not hard….ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh…..look how it just oozes out.”
The warm cream puddled in the palm of his hand.
“Darling feel the warm wetness hold it ….lift it up slurp it onto the head of the pretty cock…thats it Lorena now let your lips clean the cream off…..oh yes, the taste of lipstick and hot cream together is so nice.”
It just dawned on him as he came back to earth he had sucked on a cock and it was enough to make him get wet without stroking his penis…the taste of the warm cream fresh in his mouth he also realized he willingly swallowed his own discharge.
“I should have you brush out your pigtails while we chat about bra’s.”
Dildo in hand ‘Lorena’ spoke
“Maam may I ask a question?”
“But I came and I didn’t even touch it.”
“First off let’s not say came….you got wet…there is a big difference …your legs were spread and you got wet while sucking on a cock wearing makeup and lipstick with your hair styled pretty in pigtails. That’s something a girl does. I then watched you slurp it all up off the head of a cock and swallow it. That’s even more of a difference besides it will make for a nice video.”
Wilma let herself in having spoken earlier with Mistress Camille she couldn’t have timed it better. Striding confidently to his bedroom while saying ‘Angus, you here? I need some help today'.
The woman stood in the doorway to see Angus, hair in pigtails lipstick on hairless as any girl might be speaking with Lady Camille. Purposely wearing a big pink and white polka dot bow clip-on barrette in her partial ponytail her hand gave off a ‘Lady Di’ fluff to her hair.
“Angus I found a pair of keys you left out, it’s so easy to lose them I decided to hold them for safe keeping until I saw you…..”
'Lorena' seemed to shrink in the presence of the dominant looking woman.
End of part one...