'Failure is not an option.' pt 3
John had sent a text to Vanessa over the last many months he’d fuck Vanessa cuckolding her husband turned t-girl once every two weeks yet afterwards he would disappear then show up back in town as if he never left. The trader in the woman had been on a hot streak like so many in the business she wanted a good fuck after concentrating on making a ton of money in the last few months while figuring on killing two birds with one stone learning of the discovery.
A knock on the front door had Maid Tamera answering. Her hand went up to touch what wasn’t there mysteriously her pearl necklace had gone missing after the last time John shagged Tammy’s Ms. Vanessa 3 weeks earlier.
“Good afternoon Sir John my mistress is upstairs. You were expected an hour ago. It’s not my place to say it yet she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
John crooked his neck.
“That’s pretty sassy for a maid …girl….I have half a mind to put you over my knee and give you the kind of spanking you’ll remember. Now bring me a beer and a bottle of wine upstairs.”
“Sir no beer this evening you two will share champagne.”
Walking in John tried to act as if he was on time while shedding all his clothing leaving a trail behind him.
“Hey babe…you look great…I’ve missed you Vanessa.’
The woman spun around on the cloth covered bench seat in front of her Vanity table.
“Oh you have….have you?”
An act of pure female dominance she pointed her finger expecting him to kneel between her legs at her feet. John knew plain and simple if he didn’t there would be no sex. Hesitant at first he sheepishly lowered to the plush carpet. He had never met a woman quite like her most he had come across were enamored once they saw his 7” cock.
Yet Vanessa was not like other women. She knew the power vaginal fluids had when administered correctly. Her satin bath rope looked to be right out of a 30’s Hollywood Femme fatale movie. Keeping it tied at the waist because she liked the look she pulled back the two sides. Delightfully pungent the aroma of her vagina scent captured his awareness.
A brief stare down was in play. John had always believed pussy licking was something beta males did not him. Too beautiful to ignore with its floral looking folds he felt himself being pulled into her feminine vortex. Eye’s lifted he locked on to her stare slowly he could feel his head moving closer to her pussy as if being pulled in by an magnetic energy field.
John was the first to blink his mouth slid on to her pussy its lips held open by her two middle fingers.
“Dominatrix Vanessa your champagne Maam….one for you and one for Sir.”
“Right here Maid Tamera, pour the glasses accordingly.”
John soon was captivated licking her vagina while Vanessa pictured how he’d look in her mind.
“Very nice…good boy…you do that just like how I trained my former husband.”
Disconcerting to hear the comparison John was too caught up in the act of pussy worship to respond with words.
Vanessa took hold of the flute noticing the bubbles were different then in her glass of champagne. Slowly she poured some down along her vagina lips pleased to see John welcoming the taste as it mingled with her juices. Kneeling on all fours John lifted his head to speak briefly.
“I never knew you tasted so good Vanessa….and that wine…I mean champagne…that’s fucking hot the way you do that letting it run down on your pussy into my mouth.”
“That’s a good boy drink your champagne…..finish it before returning back to your task.”
Looking up he saw Maid Tamera at Vanessa’s shoulder looking down at him it made him feel ‘less then’ doing it in front of the former husband turned t-girl.
Vanessa figured she had an hour to play with before the full effect would take hold.
“Very nice pet…you’ve earned a treat…Maid Tamera undress to your lingerie you have a cock to attend to.”
Feeling a little woozy John lifted and slid on his back onto the white sheet on the bed.
It showed how much a male turned t-girl can be trained to like things they never once had under the guidance of her mistress.
Tamera possessing a pair of b-cups breasts let the lightweight material of his bra caress the skin of John as he slithered along his chest. Tammy could feel the thickness of her anal plug as she moved. Soon her mouth was slurping along the shaft of the cock clearly the t-girl had grown to enjoy sucking on a hard penis.
The words came out with John kind of slurring them.
“That feels nice the way maid Tammy does it.”
Vanessa smiled as she spoke
“Yes any one can do it…. it’s a craft to be learned.”
He watched Vanessa bring each arm back and slip a pair of padded handcuffs on the wrists securing them to the metal strips of the headboard. He couldn’t see with Tamera blocking his view yet he felt his ankles being secured as Vanessa spread warm oil on his skin.
“That feels soon nice Vanessa…”
“Oh you like the warm softness…how lovely….there is more to come.”
Tammy began shedding some of her lingerie….bra off panties down it was the first time in a long time her penis had been freed from the chastity cage. Heels and hose on his girly boi-penis grew hard.
Vanessa looked at John.
“Tell me pet….’
“You keep calling me that Maam.”
Again the words came out kind of slurred.
“Don’t you want to be my Pet?”
He hadn’t thought he’d be asked such.
“Ummm Yea….I guess so.”
Looking at Tamera Vanessa couldn’t call it a cock
“Tell me pet have you ever sucked a penis.’
“No I’m straight.”
“So is spaghetti until it gets wet.”
“I though just gay guys do that….never fucked one either”
“Then we’ll consider it a teaching point …slide forward Tammy.”
The t-girl shimmied forward letting John see her hard 5” penis.
Vanessa simply pinched John’s nose to see his mouth open taking in Tamera’s penis. The hallucinogens of the two pills slipped in his drink were activating making him even more passive. Tammy took to sliding his penis in and out as John sucked a dick for the first time.
Vanessa saw the white sheet was collecting his hair slick with oil as it was leaving his body.
Pet would you like to get fucked?”
“Oh yes Maam.”
He seemed like he was having a psychedelic experience. The next thing he knew Tammy slid back a look at his Mistress had the budding T-girl lift his bum up. John’s eyes looked freaked out as his cock slip past Tammy’s rosebud entrance. Up and down the t-girl rode letting his penis flop on John’s belly each time.’
“Very good Tamera.”
Tammy looked back at the Domina.
“You’re feeling it honey aren’t you?….how nice a cock can be when its moving inside you.”
Tamera nodded his head while scooping his breasts.
“It’s part of your education Baby, leaving your days of putting that clitty inside a pussy behind you from now on this is how you’ll enjoy having sex.”
Squeeling out Tammy smiled.
“Yes Maam….oh you’re right a cock feels sooo nice.”
“Spurt out let pet feel your cream land on him.”
Vanessa held the spreader bar holding both John’s legs secure. The t-girl next grabbed hold of his own cock sliding her fingers up and down. Allowed to masturbate while being fucked the sensations of both felt incredible to Tamera.
Vanessa looked at John.
“I thought you told me you weren’t gay…seems to me you’ve changed your mind.”
Tammy felt the cock inside him swell up it was enough to make him cream. Pointing his ‘clitty’ at Johns face he spurted out just as the cock inside him creamed.
“I wonder what your partner Dr Mojehiede would say if he knew you were getting fucked today instead of stealing jewelry from people’s houses….”
Vanessa nodded at Tamera to slide off. A kiss to his Domina’s face let her know he’d welcomed moving closer to a more feminine lifestyle by willingly being fucked by a cock.
The needle pierced the butt cheek of John within a minute or so he fell into slumber. The woman on the sales staff declared ‘101 uses’ when selling her the two-wheeler cart at the home improvement big box store. John strapped in she thought perhaps 102 if they have a category for domina’s training a male into submission.
Inside the puppy cage John couldn’t help but be on his hands and knees as his head stuck out from the small opening on the side. Having been denuded that special night his once hairy frame had lost muscle being on 7 months of female hormones while continuing to adjust to the diet that would one day bring him to a thin harmless look so often seen on docile t-girls.
The first weeks he looked like one of those newly arrived convicts in the prison drama show ‘OZ’ that had his hair made into pigtails despite the shortness of it.
3 weeks before that night he was exposed as a thief John had gotten sloppy leaving his phone unlocked while taking a shower a ping announced itself as delivering a text message. Venessa astutely put two and two together passing the information on to a private investigator she’d hired the woman PI laid out the caper.
Along with a Dr. Mojehiede an unseen ‘Pakistani’ partner in the precious metals wholesale business who would move the diamonds and other jewels and stolen valuables John took the pair would rent a house in a wealthy neighborhood.
The kind of personality that could make friends easily he would ingratiate him self with likely targets of opportunity in the neighborhood. It was often older couples that didn’t use the protection cameras brought for their home. Some 6, 7 or 8 months later a string of robberies would occur without him being considered as a suspect. It was like the axiom said about addicts ‘they’ll steal your wallet then pledge to help you find it’.
Many a neighbor too embarrassed to admit to others they’d been fleeced the pair of criminals could clean out a home’s jewelry box or safe with all being none the wiser it was John. Little was said about it except to insurance companies in most cases.
It took Vanessa 5 days of keeping John in the puppy cage until he told her where the current batch of stolen loot was. Fortunately Tamera’s Pearls had yet to be moved and were soon back around her neck the same week Vanessa moved into their new larger home.
The creativity of the fetish world seemingly knows no bounds should one want an ‘obedient bench’ with straps? ....done. Perhaps an 8 tail stinging flogger or a blindfold harness with ball gag is in need?......that too can be had for a reasonable cost. Vanessa used a simple wrist to neck locking restraint on sale at 70 bucks. Truth was the woman had fun selecting a host of other restraint and training tools as well.
The piece affixed it literally took John’s hands and arms out of play. So often a male uses the fact that he is muscled up and stronger as the difference maker to hold sway over one in a relationship. Once muted by a combatant a serious chess piece is lost and the landscape has changed.
What is it that makes a baby so dependent on a parent the answer is simple they need to be fed and washed and cared for unable to do it themselves. The same could be said for a new puppy.
Waking up to find his new home was a puppy cage John learned his sustenance was in the hands of Vanessa. She’d be the first to admit walking him in the mornings would look to be an odd sight to a stranger yet her property filthy with trees gave her the necessary privacy to give it little concern. Moving on elbows and knees leash in place a trip outside meant it was time to relieve him self.
Back talk is easily muffled with the use of a ball gag. The first few days it would be removed so John could slurp up warmed oatmeal and lick in water from the twin-feeding bowl.
He took to ranting to ‘let me go’ when the piece was off initially. It was the usual stuff to be expected.
“When I get out of this you’ll get yours….wait until I figure out a way to get free and I’m coming after you.”
The bluster would fade after a few days without eating and limited water.
Vanessa pointed out all his misdeeds were documented and it was likely serious jail time was in his future should the authorities be notified. But for the pearls she had anonymously sent the loot she recovered by messenger to the police station.
His former partner in crime Dr. Mojehiede apparently returned to Pakistan glad to not have been caught red handed not to mention not having to split the ill gotten gains with a scoundrel mate who’d disappeared.
That there was no one he could expect help from soon sunk in for John.
“So what’s it to be the police or lessons learned here under my tutelage. Moving into our 3rd week I want you to know change lies ahead…one day you’ll thank me though I’m afraid your days of thieving while cuckolding are behind you.”
Quietly he addressed her using the title Maid Tamera had grown so fond of using.
“I’ll stay here with you Domina.”
“There now…see you can learn pet. I don’t need to remind you I enjoy having unlimited latitude when it comes to teaching. You’ll find I never give up when accepting failure is not an option.”
“So things will be different?”
“In a manner of speaking I would say yes most certainly a new lifestyle awaits.”
The mind and behavior are things that can be trained. Muscles too need to be given attention or they also change drifting away to return no more if ignored.
John was to learn good behavior brought reward while bad behavior brought punishment. Wearing a ‘points of intrigue’ chastity built with sharp points on the inside brought him concern when he woke to discover the discomfort at the usual male morning stiffness. A scream out went unheard giving him reason to not take to hardness in the days ahead.
Routine and consistency are two of the cornerstones of a good trainer. A timely swat to the nose with a rolled up newspaper and a puppy begins to understand what is acceptable and what isn’t.
“It’s called a humbler pet we’ll remove your chastity cage when we walk….yes odd in its look yet quite effective as a training tool. Here lets demonstrate nothing helps one learn quite so much as witnessing first hand.”
For weeks his frame had been losing his cherished upper body strength holding still Vanessa gave a yank to his balls pulling them back she affixed the ‘Humbler’ in place. It was the same day his ‘wrist to neck locking restraint’ was replaced with a classic BDSM collar and a pair of leather mittens and knee pads allowing for greater movement that had an element of comfort.
Riding crop in hand Vanessa was ready to take ‘pet’ through one of the paths in her woods for his daily constitutional.
“Would you like to stand?”
The thing is wearing a ball gag one develops the tendency not to speak much. John nodded his head as way of answering. The moment he tried to lift he discovered why the piece used on male’s is called a ‘humbler’. Excruciating in the delivery of pain he dropped back to the ground looking at Domina Vanessa with more respect then he had seconds before.
The Academy of Psychologists refer to it as the ‘Stockholm syndrome’. ‘Pet’ had lost track of time and gradually was having difficulty remembering his old name. The end of the 4th month he took to saying how much he enjoyed the daily oatmeal. Each month his good behavior brought added comfort a soft plush thick carpet laid in the puppy cage he called home felt nice to lounge on. A feathered pillow for sleeping also was considered added comfort.
Gone from the first weeks of being hosed down with cold water Maid Tamera was tasked with showering him using warm water and a host of products found in the woman’s grooming section of a store. Hair removal crème a regular thing soft body-wash soap and fragranced shampoo gave Pet something to look forward too.
Glad to be free of the humbler for the cleaning ritual his hands were secured to the hanging metal ring in the shower. As a little one knows if feels comforting to be pampered when being washed and cleaned. The warmth of the facial epilator masked its true purpose of eliminating the need to shave his face with the hair follicles disappearing.
Well into the 5th month the level of passivity was present allowed to converse with Tammy the two became friendlier.
“You look pretty Maid Tamera thank you for all your help washing me.”
Tammy let the soft washcloth move over his chest aware of the growth neither spoke of.
“Thank you pet I’ve worked hard to maintain it.”
Cupping the hairless balls dangling beneath the chastity cage it was clear Pet’s libido was going through an adjustment.
“I feel so gentle these days…can I ask…does it feel nice to wear pretty lingerie?”
Tamera smiled without replying letting his hand slick with soap glide through the crevice between his bottom cheeks that seemed to be expanding.
’Ohh that feels good….is today one of the days we douche?…sometimes I get so spacy with nothing to do but think and feel.”
“Do you like douching pet?....I know you enjoy the feeling of being plugged. Lean your head back I need to rinse your shampoo out.”
“It feels nice with the warm water inside me….especially knowing how clean it makes me feel…..I love how long my hair is getting.”
As the shower finished pet could smell the aroma of the moisturizer and smiled.
Noticing it Maid Tamera commented.
“Domina wants you to enhance your senses….this is lavender….I don’t go a day without using mine.”
Vanessa had him down near 70 pounds broad shoulders had given way to a thin more tapered look as they took the morning constitutional. As John he had always had fairly large nipples for a male yet they now had an even larger and more sensitive appearance.
Holding the leash as Pet squatted to urinate Domina Vanessa realized he was having another growth spurt. Walking back she spoke as the pair hanging off his chest took to swaying. Riding crop under the chin she lifted his head.
“Something on your mind darling pet?...go ahead speak I told you along things will be different as your attitude and appearance changes.”
The word 'darling' was the first sign of affection directed his way from her.
“Yes domina, I could swear my breasts feel like they are growing.”
“And if they are is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Losing weight the healthy dieting had given his face a sculpted look with high cheekbones becoming more prominent.
So uncharacteristic in a male Pet could feel a blush rising to his face. His hair tied in a bun masking its true length he smiled sweetly at his domina.
“Domina I hope they are…it’s a good thing.’
“You should expect it to continue…and yes they are…tell me are you familiar with pueraria mirifica?”
“No Maam….I mean domina.”
“Maam works too pet darling.”
Her hand ran across his smooth face.
“Known in Thailand as white kwao krua the main factor in phytoestrogenic ingredeints for breast growth and firming is pueraria mirifica. Its one of the most effective indigenous herbs used for breast enhancement…the meaning of mirifica is a miracle…it’s been in your oatmeal that you have enjoyed …it promotes healthy youthful skin by hydrating it….it’s been known to also bring on wider hips.”
Once more her hand lowered yet this time she gave a caress to one of his breasts before gently touching the pouted large nipple.
“Eww that is so sensitive……I like it.”
After he finished he gave a wiggle to his rounded ass.
“Oddly enough female and male breast tissue are the same in many ways…. in other words a male can be gifted to grow breasts…in women pueraria mirifica increases breast growth 1 to 2 cup sizes lasting permanently with prolonged use….free of side effects when used in correct dosages larger cup sizes can be seen after 3 to 6 months.,….it also nourishes and increases scalp blood circulation to improve hair growth. Here I’ll show you.”
For months he had been kept in tight buns to hide the growth. Her hand pulled out the bobby-pins holding his bun in place. A shake of his head and the long hair cascaded down the both sides of his head to past his shoulders.
It felt so odd to have the hair show off its length flowing all around he felt a band of estrogen flow through him.
“Tell me do you like the name Katie?…I know I do.”
“Yes domina…it’s pretty.’
“Perhaps I’ll consider calling you it…..I’ll think on it. I will say your behavior has improved noticeably these last few months for someone who has ‘her’ own breasts and lovely long hair certainly Katie would be more appropriate then pet.”
Slipping back in the puppy cage Vanessa threw in a 6” latex dildo before closing the door.
“For now you’re still my pet of a puppy….puppies do love their chew toys to lick at…it’s likely you will too.”
End of part 3 ….