Feminine Power Play by DLC's alyssa Rebecca Sanders loaded the last box of new books into her automobile pausing she took a look at her image splashed across the glossy cover. Her pride swelled enough she spoke the title out loud ‘Feminine Power Play’. The author event had been the 5th one in the last week, like any seasoned writer she was old school enough to realize a new book still needed to be promoted if it was to climb its way up the best sellers list. Thinking about where to go for dinner she slammed the trunk closed only to see a male holding a smirk on his face after taking a sip of the coffee from the take out cup. Standing on the curb made him seem taller then her. “You know I think its bullshit……that book of yours…. everyone knows male’s are the superior specie. I listened to your presentation too.” It wasn’t the first time the woman had been challenged. Making a quick assessment she detected a look she was quite familiar with. To her way of thinking males always felt threatened by an alpha woman and would bluster about how they were better when quite the opposite was true. She stuck her hand out to shake his while making the offer. “What say we have dinner on me and you can tell me why you erroneously think the way you do.’ Dropping the empty cub in the trash bin he replied. “Yea sure…my name’s Alvin.” Giving a squeeze in the handshake she let him know her muscle strength was firmer then he may have first thought. Just before pulling away she tightened her grip and twisted his wrist enough he felt a tweak in the extrinsic ligaments. It was trick her mother had taught her best a male on a handshake and you expose a weakness that can be exploited. He pulled back and used his other hand to rub his sore wrist. “Sorry honey, hope I didn’t hurt you…..being a weightlifter I should know better.” His wrist throbbing her comment immediately threw him off his game while giving her the momentum. “We’ll go to Tanner’s grill and broil at the end of the mall there.” Rebecca took a step up onto the high curb making him realize at 5’ 7” he actually was smaller then her 5’ 11” height. It was her belief males often didn’t know how to handle an assertive woman especially one more intellectually superior and physically commanding. As the two walked she held her purse by the strap before stopping. “Need to make a call …would you hold this while I search for my phone…you won’t mind will you?” Without waiting for a reply she slipped her purse on his shoulder tip and opened it to fish through it. Back on his heels so to speak he commented. “Hummmm no I guess its….” Pulling her phone out she stepped back a few feet so he would be left with her purse on his shoulder. Rebecca took to walking a few feet ahead of him aware a male feels nervous when holding a purse or lingerie as well for that matter. It was as though they were violating some type of male code that said only women carry purses. Nearing the door she unbuttoned two buttons of her silk blouse. A quick tweak to each nipple of her d-cup breasts through her bra had them pressing against the fabric of her ivory colored satin blouse. Rebecca held the door for him to walk through. Again it was a violation of the unwritten male code that said he should treat a woman like a lady and be the one holding the door for her. Walking inside in front of the large female he next felt her hand slip down and give a gentle quick rub to his ass. It was enough of a startle he turned quickly to look over his shoulder. “Hope it’s ok to tell you …..baby you have a pretty bum.” “Hummm yea, what? …I mean I guess so.” “There’s no guessing about it…it’s definitely a nice looking ass….I like that in a cute lover.” She was turning the tables on him more often felt by women she was making him feel like the objectified one. The ‘cute lover’ comment had a purpose as well. Knowing it represented the oldest and most primitive part of a mind a male’s ‘reptilian brain’ lurks right below the surface, any possibility of sex will drive a male’s instinctual thought processes. Just as she had thought he let his eyes look at her breasts with the aroused nipples on display. Using ‘pet names’ instead of a surname also subtly diminishes a male’s sense of masculinity. How many women hated being called darling or baby or sweet cheeks by one they hardly knew? “Sweetie, open the purse I need some lippy.” In between the two doors of the restaurant Rebecca stepped closer, once more fishing in she pulled out her lipstick from the purse he held open. Being the only two in the vestibule between the doors he had little choice but to watch her apply it. Like purses and lingerie makeup was a mystery to many a male. She slowly did the lower lip before stopping to look down at him while smiling. His eyes seemed captivated at watching her apply the lipstick. Leaning closer she spoke then moved her left hand through his longish unkempt hair. “Sweetie you have gorgeous hair, tell me if I get my lippy on my upper lip correctly …..you’re single right?” Her fingers slowly ran the lipstick tube across on the right side before doing the same on the left of her lip. “Yes I am single…your lips look pretty Rebecca.’ The woman moved ever closer tilting his head by his chin she kissed him leaving behind some of the cream of the lipstick. “That’s the nice thing about lipstick everyone can look pretty wearing it.” She leaned in and kissed him again letting her hand slip around his that was holding her purse, she gave another slight rub to his butt before pulling back. As though hit by a thunderbolt he was speechless. Taking him by his free hand she led him into the restaurant. “I know just what to order for us…..you won’t mind will you?” In few minutes time she had managed to objectify him by telling him he had nice hair and a pretty butt. She had him holding a purse and had put lipstick on him and was leading him by the hand all of which went without any of it being objected to. It was another reason why she knew women were the superior specie. The table in back in the quiet dimly lit room had them being near alone after the server left a single menu. Rebecca pointed to the bench seat in the booth then slid in on the same side after him.’ “Ally honey take out the little bottle of perfume I have in there.’ He opened the purse and started to look for the bottle. Looking in he spoke. “Its Alvin.” “I know but I like Ally……. it seems to fit and it’s less formal…..much more personal if we’re to get to know each other better honey.” As though finding some lost treasure he held the travel size bottle of ‘Modern Muse’ from Estee Lauder. Rebecca took it and spritzed some on to her neck before holding her free hand to spray some on her wrist. As she intended some also landed on his neck and collar before she leaned in and kissed him. “I just love the smell of perfume.” After saying it she lifted his hand to her left breast. He gave it a squeeze as she kissed him again. Next he felt her hand run along the crotch of his pants until she felt his penis. Her mouth near his face she whispered. “Ally honey gently pepper my neck with kisses, it’s been a tough day and I need a little touch of tenderness….I can tell you watch your figure, I like trim and thin.” It came out softly from him. “I try to stay thin.” As only a woman can do she pivoted her waist to turn closer to him. His hand gently caressing her breast he continued softly kissed her neck. She could hear his nostrils flare at taking in the scent of her perfume. He thought it felt so nice to glide his hand along the slickness of her silk blouse. Catching the woman server approaching out of her eye she pulled back. “Good evening, you’ll be the last customers here tonight.” “A bottle of your best Chardonnay, he’ll have the 8oz filet medium and a salad no potato.” Rebecca lifted her hand along the side of her mouth loud enough for all to hear she spoke. “Honey’s watching his figure…” She looked at Alvin and smiled before turning back after seeing the blush rise to his cheeks. “….and let me have the special.” “Ok then one lady cut filet and you’ll have the penne pasta with beef tenderloin strips…..glad to see you’re the one ordering for the two of you…its nice to see a woman taking control…I see it more and more these days.” As the dinner disappeared off their plates the discussion centered on her books premise. “Males have rigged the system tell me your last two jobs….. how did you get them?” “I had friends recommend me.” “That’s nothing but the old boy network you’re talking about, did they even think to interview any women?…it’s not a level playing field yet in time women will be taking over once qualifications are taken into consideration and become the basis for hiring. Future doctors, lawyers, accountants and other areas women are out performing and out scoring males in college and university. They have better track records in finance as well….let’s face it male greed brought on the last recession that almost completely collapse the economy.’ “Yes well since you put it that way you’re probably right.” “No probably about it…the stats prove it out…..as to my books premise we should have a game of it so I can prove my point. Are you free for the next few days or so?” “Yea, I’m in sales and my schedule is totally open these days…I haven’t sold a lick of product in awhile…everything goes online.” “Good then I’ll make a proposition,….you come home with me and for the first few days I’ll be in charge and you simply obey…that means you do what you’re told with out question…..to make it interesting I’ll wager a weekend or so full of the best sex you’ll ever have if you win the contest.” “Hummm sure thing Rebecca…sounds good.” “That means I’ll call you what I want ‘Ally’ honey.” “I can live with that Rebecca.” “It means you’ll address me the way I want as well.” “Sure Rebecca.” Wanting to stifle his display of assertiveness she knew it was time to take control from that point on. Rebecca gave a look towards the kitchen before slipping off her blouse. Smiling at Alvin she swiftly reached back and unhooked her bra freeing her luscious breasts that had lovely expansive areolas with near 3” of circumference. Slipping her blouse back on she handed him the lace-embroidered bra. “Ally slip this into your purse….yes I said ‘your’ purse……I like wearing a pretty bra as much as the next woman…you haven’t had to live all day with underwire……at least not yet.” Holding the lace bra with two fingers like it was some kind of piece of radioactive material he started to try and fold it. “Put the one cup along next to the other then slip the straps near by ….I can see you have some learning to do when it comes to lingerie.” For the next fifteen minutes he couldn’t keep his eyes from stealing glances as her breasts having been made free to wiggle did so frequently. Learning he took an Uber the two got in her car for the trip to her home in the country. The piece had plenty of padded leather yet still looked like a mad scientist at IKEA had designed it. It was like he was sliding onto a crotch rocket motorcycle free of an engine. The piece had him leaning forward, his chin on the edge of the leather with his arms hanging down and his hands low near his bent knees. In back his penis and balls hung free dangling like the drooping branches of a willow tree. “Like this Rebecca?” “Yes that’s a start lets clip a few things in place.’ The next thing he knew his wrists and ankles had been restrained by padded cuffs, giving a tug he discovered he was going anywhere until the woman allowed it. “Hey I can’t move except for my head a little bit.” “That’s the idea my pet…..oh I do love control.” “Your pet? …and what about my clothes?” “Yes for now that’s what you’ll be treated like…pets have no need for clothing…at least not right now.” Coming back in after the shower she had let him stew for a good hour. The gown of a cover up was a sheer floor length piece that allowed for her body to be silhouetted. Its glory still shrouded in a little mystery Rebecca stood right in front of him, his face close to her vagina she let him take in her scent for a good ten minutes without speaking a word. It seemed to unnerve him yet she saw his nostrils flaring, as though adopting to her fragrance even breaths by him took in each measured whiff of a scent. In her youth Rebecca had been a disciple of Elise Sutton’s 3 book treatise on female domination of the male. Believing many a male was actually submissive she felt it could be leveraged, that a male could be completely trained to worship a woman and would accept changes in his life in both appearances and psychological make up as a demonstration of it. Under the direction of an alpha female a male’s body and mind could be reshaped in the image and likeness of a woman. He could be made to think like a submissive woman and could be given a feminine body to match his thoughts. With the advent of female hormones becoming easier to obtain a male could gradually transition into that of a female acquiring a level of docile submissiveness previously not experienced. The fact remained advances in medicine now made it possible for males to become post–op T-Gurls a true reality. On the ride to her home she had learned but for a couple of forays going out with girls Alvin had never really been in a true relationship with a woman. “Take in my scent dear…It will help you realize woman are superior…you’ll learn your rightful place is to be in devoted submission to the feminine….every day you will be trained to digest my fluids, you’ll learn every nook and cranny of the pretty flower of a vagina I possess….you will come to treat it as though your life source…..say yes my Mistress Rebecca.” Staring at her pussy he didn’t respond as quick as she wanted. Rebecca reached back with her strong arm and suddenly slapped his face hard with the open palm of her hand. “You need not hesitate when learning the truth….speak my pet.” “Yes my Mistress Rebecca.” “Admit it …it feels good to call me your mistress.” This time he didn’t hesitate. “It does my Mistress Rebecca.” The woman stepped close pulling his head to her vagina she soon felt his tongue and lips licking her pussy. Rotating her hips she made sure she left her juices all around his mouth before pulling back. Rebecca pulled up the high-backed stool, shifting it close he watched as her vagina moved within an inch of his mouth. For the next hour her ‘Ally’ licked and slurped and kissed away at her pussy. Its been said by researchers that the fluids of a female vagina actually open up a male’s mind to accept whatever it is told while digesting them. Without tripping over the rabbit hole of the chemistry involved something about masking the male neuro peptides allows feminine short-chain polypeptides to activate the biochemistry of serotonin and dopamine linking what they hear with the felling of euphoria expanding. Having proved it to her self with others in the past she kept speaking as he licked. “Think about pet…it’s likely you have searched your entire life to find a woman like me….to be with me you must surrender…a cup must be emptied before it can be filled….don’t fight it just surrender…let go and learn to love the one you serve…over and over in your head you will repeat the mantra ….Mistress Rebecca is my Dominatrix…it is she who I must obey …my mistress knows what’s best for me…. I am willingly surrendering to her’ It is a spiritual axiom one will experience what ever they say after the words ‘I am.” Rebecca had enjoyed his licking yet knew she could train him to do it even better. Walking back in front of him after securing his chastity cage she bent to kiss him. “Sleep my pet, you’ll enjoy hearing the sounds coming from your headphones.” “Yes my Mistress.” “Oh Allison honey as things develop you’re going to ask me in time to transform you.” “Mistress you’re going to transform me?...into what Maam?” “Yes baby I’m not going to force you……No…..you’re going to ask me to do it….we’ll let it be a surprise…… watch you’ll see my pet…here this will help….take it….. now sleep dear tomorrow will be busy…should you need to go 1 or 2 there is a bucket below. ” “Is there something on my dick….it feels funny.” “You must have stepped out for that part of my author event….It’s called a male chastity device…don’t worry honey I have the key….see, it’s right here on my pendant necklace….sleep now.” The hypnotic programming coming from the headphones would be aided by the hallucinogens of the potent marijuana edible. Consciously Alvin would hear classical music while in the background his subconscious was being wiped clean with new beliefs replacing old accepted truths. Rebecca checked the feed on her laptop to see he had fallen into trance. When one’s mind goes blank thoughts of submission feel natural. His subconscious mind began hearing the phrase “drifting into trance feels nice….emptiness is bliss…I fall into trance so easily… I will obey, I must obey I like to obey…my mistress knows whats best for me…” Over and over his mind was layered with new beliefs during the course of the next 3 days. Once Rebecca was confident a new foundation was in place she would tweak his conditioning. A simple snap of her finger or a certain set of words or even single word could slip him into awakened trance. There was no other way to say it, his face looked pretty, long curled lashes drenched in mascara, his cheeks a lovely darkish red matching his crimson lipstick, the high feminine arch to his sculpted eyebrows, a pale foundation bringing out the array of other colors of his eye shadow. “Males make the mistake of assuming a woman needs a cock.” Having made the statement she leaned forward letting her breasts rub against Ally’s face. “Breasts feel sooo nice… have you been thinking about wearing a bra…..how pretty it feels how womanly it makes you look…it’s to be expected dear….there Allison sweetie pout your pretty lips, suck on my nipples. …oh I just love when another girl does that to me.” Allison did as was told wet with saliva his colored lips moved around while his tongue licked the nipple to hardness, a sharp breath had the budding t-gurl pull the nipple in. Moments later when it popped out he saw the lipstick imprint he’d left behind. Shaking his long hair he felt a band of femininity flow through him. “As I was saying males think a woman must have a cock truth is anyone can be made to enjoy a cock …here I’ll show you …lets move you in front of the mirror kitten….I think my lovely would like to see what makeup can do for one.” Into his 4th month on female hormones Rebecca’s Allison had developed a gentle nature about him. The first weekend set up and led him to being trained like a puppy for the next two months. 8 days after beginning his stay at the woman’s house he watched her email his company’s HR department saying he quit. In the mornings she would slip a ‘humbler’ on his penis and balls, he soon discovered it forced him to walk on all fours unless he wanted to experience a sharp stabbing pain. Knee pads and leather gloves on his balled up hands made the movement easier to handle. With Rebecca holding his leash they would stroll the grounds. As with anyone once kept naked their self-esteem diminishes while developing a certain admiration for the person who is the authority figure in their world. Living out of a puppy cage ‘Allison’ relinquished any hold on assertiveness. His Domina fed him bathed him disciplined him until his submission was a given. Call it the ‘Stockholm syndrome’ yet he soon knew he ‘needed’ to be with her. Applying the right amount of praise and gentleness mingled with moments of strict behavior modification utilizing spankings Rebecca could see he was close to being broken. Into the third month his weight loss showed itself. Made easier being on estrogen as the pounds dropped off so to did his muscle strength. Soft caresses applying moisturizer after his evening bath became a delight he wanted to experience. There still were days when she would use the padded chair when needing to drive home a point yet by month four he was moved into a room that had the look of a girl ready to leave behind her childish ways and accept her womanhood. Domestic training became her focus Rebecca insisted he learn all there was to keep a home spotless and pristine. There were times when he would see his reflection and come to realize just how pretty looking he was becoming. The words of his hypnotic training seemingly would take over reinforcing their messages that were in line with his developing appearance. As he stared in the mirror many a morning the gentle voice in his head would speak. “My life is now about becoming a woman, I am focusing on my changes, I am always improving and becoming a woman is an improvement.” Pushing the padded leather piece in front of the floor mirror ‘Allison’ saw how he looked wearing makeup. “I enjoy being naked with another girl…..” His body strapped to the piece he looked up and smiled at seeing how pretty he appeared. “….it makes one feel safe doesn’t it dear….being in ‘our’ girl world that is…..no silly males around to disturb us…baby your skin is soooo soft.” Rebecca ran her hand along his body before standing in front to jostle her breasts. Bending at the waist she leaned down and kissed him once more. It pleased Rebecca to see him close his eyes before receiving it recognizing it often was what a submissive gurl would do. Moving in behind him she slipped out the anal plug and secured the strap-on cock to her hips. Easing it in there was no mistaking he could feel the intrusion inside him. Plenty of lube had it moving easily in and out while she developed a certain pace and tempo to the act. “Yes making a gurl climax…. well a cock certainly can make one get wet…. does your boi-pussy like that honey?” He mooed out. “Yes Mistress…..I feel so wet inside….it’s so slippery.” The woman leaned against him while she pumped. “Do my breasts feel nice on your soft skin Allison honey?….have you started thinking about having your own…thinking about asking me to give you your own…if we’re going to do it baby I’d want you to have large ones…some thing that will have people staring at you when wearing your bikini at the beach.” He arched his back as though he already had a pair he wanted to show of. “Oh Allison sweetie I think I’m going to come inside you…..just thinking about showing off my pretty gurl at the beach turns me on…. yes ohhh honey get ready….here it comes.” “Oh Mistress oh Mistress oh Mistress…my pussy feels so good with your cock inside it….I can feel your cream……it feels so nice.” That evening in the oversized bath together they playfully splashed the water in between washing and kissing. “Baby we need to talk, this afternoon after taking your virginity it occurred to me…You didn’t mention it at all not once did you say my dick or my cock…. no you only thought of how nice it felt being penetrated Allison didn’t you?” His fingers lifted moving his long wet hair back behind his ears off his face. Holding still he looked at her. “Maam may I ask a question?” Rebecca looked at him lifting both her hands up she ran a dollop of body-wash along her sumptuous breasts relishing the feeling of doing it. “Yes dear what is it?” “Would you make into me a woman…I mean could you…. would you…can you transform me please…..I want to be a woman ……I want to be ‘your’ woman.” Feeling victorious at hearing her prediction from 4 months earlier come true she found herself putting a smile on her face. “Baby I don’t do things have way, you’ll have to fully commit, months of change lie ahead if we are to do it.” As she spoke he kept nodding his head in agreement. The older woman opened the front door conveying a sense of wisdom a matriarch displays in her appearance. “May I help you young lady, are you here for the hurricane relief fund or maybe it’s the first responder fire fighters…. we’ve donated to both…is it for Hillary is she running again?, I’m leaning towards Elizabeth or maybe Tulsi or Kamala or Marianne I have all of her books on spirituality I hate how they malign her for her beliefs, is it for Amy I’ll vote for anyone of them over that draft dodging tax dodging low down sociopathic red headed self absorbed mysogynistic megalomaniac pathological lying narcissist who wants to become a dictator like all his other friends. “Mother it’s me, I call myself Allison now.” “Alvin dear is that really you? You look adorable.” Just then Rebecca stepped onto the front door steps after having come from the car. Moving to stand next her Allison the woman’s face broke into a smile. “I know you, you’re Rebecca Sanders the famous author…..call me Hazel.” Rebecca replied “Good day Hazel, nice to meet you.” The woman shouted out as only a mother can do. “Trisha and Lisbeth come here…guess who’s here….our Alvin is home with a guest.” Opening the door wider she let her hand rest on Allison’s arm before pulling him in for a hug. “I meant to say Allison…forgive me darling it’s been so long since I’ve seen you I may have to take a little bit of time to get used to this.” Trisha and Lisbeth, Alvin’s two sisters walked in from the den. “Your Rebecca Sanders. “ After saying it Lisbeth smiled at her sister Trisha. “I have all her books.” She looked at Rebecca. “I finished ‘Feminine Power Play’ a month after it came out.’ “Well let me have it and I’ll autograph it of you.” In a booming voice Lisbeth yelled out. “Nigel get in here…” From the kitchen they heard a high-pitched male voice reply “Yes dear……I’m coming.” Wearing an apron over his shirt with tie still knotted the male turned the corner holding a dishrag and sponge. “Just finishing the dishes honey.” “Get out your tea service….the good one…. serve us women in the living room….make it for four ……no make that five we have a new member to the tribe.” “Yes dear.” Rebecca smiled at her. “I see you did read it…your husband I take it?’ “Yes he is my subby-hubby now….chapter 8 if I’m right……train a male husband correctly and he’s your devoted spouse for life.” Trisha held Allison by both ‘her’ hands. “Your nails are to die for….they're so long.” A gentle breath came out letting his breasts give off a slight heave. Turning to silently look at Rebecca he looked back at Trisha. “I’ve seen the light of the feminine grow within me…you’re not upset I no longer look like your brother are you?” “No of course not, there were times when you were so mean to me and Lisbeth when we were younger yet seeing you now all is forgiven.” The sister pulled her new ‘sister’ Allison in for a hug. When she finished she playfully snapped the back of his bra where it was hooked. “Remember when you would do that to Lisbeth and me?” Nigel his apron in place hung in the background smiling while silently dusting the book shelves with the group of female continuing their discussion. As with many male who’d been emasculated by their woman these days for all intense and purposes his balls might as well have been kept out of his reach in a sealed mason jar in the cupboard. It was Lisbeth who brought the topic up. “Allison I’ve seen a few crossdressers in my time, they usually have a bump at their crotch yet I don’t see one with you.” “I’m a post-op t-gurl….” Allison looked at Rebecca as if seeking her approval. The woman nodded her head ‘yes’. “….here I‘ll show you.’ The t-gurl lifted the hem of her dress pulling it up to her garter-belt. Framed between the frilly straps holding her stockings they saw the smooth flat look of her panties. “I have a vagina to go with my augmented c-cups.” The matriarch of a mother spoke. “Yes, ….yes you do…how lovely, such a pretty slit…doesn’t it look cute the way your pussy lips pout against your panties…….Oh I’ve always thought a camel toe look is so sexy don’t you Rebecca?” “Yes Hazel I do…..I have a few pairs of tight jeans that make me look like I’m smuggling a yoyo between my legs.” The comment made the other females laugh. Nigel gave a quick look over his shoulder seeing the vagina on the male turned t-gurl sent a shiver down his spine and seemed to unnerve him. “Hummm I’ll just go check on the pot roast Lisbeth dear.’ The woman looked at Rebecca, her mother Hazel and sister Trisha as Nigel hurried away. “Oh we’ve sent him into a tizzy…..he’s deathly afraid I’ll put him in panties or worse.”
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Dear Adele ,
Give yourself one day , the first day gently setting your things in order ,So for the next three days you are not going to be worried about attending to this and that . second day go through your precious fem clothes and shoes and plan the next two days for Adele as it were . Day three and four just do ADELE and let us know how you enjoy it . Oh but remember as Robert Burns wrote " the best laid schemes o mice and men gang aft agley " BE RESILIENT .....
Loves Helenah
Dear Helenah
Thank you so much for your advice - and for your time and thoughtfulness in giving it.
It's a good plan. I will try and get it together to follow it. I think I might have to adapt it but it's sensible and structured.
Adele xx