‘Give the Lady what she wants.’ Pt 2
Camille saw her come into view while Angus mouth agape held frozen having been caught panties at his ankles holding the dildo in his hand. She walked to the desk a glance down at the locked chastity cage her head dropped as she kissed Angus on the cheek touching the BDSM collar her finger gave a jangle to the d-ring as way of acknowledging its presence. Her hand softly moved to feel the facial foundation moisturizer.
“I can see why it’s necessary for key’s and a lock’s. It would seem someone is in need of being under control to prevent among other things any unsupervised wanking.”
Her nose lifted just as it did two days previous taking the aroma of the lit ‘This smells like my vagina ‘Goop’ candle’ that was all the rage these days. Wilma bent down and whispered into his ear.
“Not only Gwyneth’s the same could be said for mine ….if your good you’ll find out firsthand yourself. There is little a woman enjoys more than a well trained tongue and pair of lips strategically put to use.”
Looking into the camera it came out sounding unrehearsed even though it was.
“Hi I’m Wilma. I see someone has a new friend or is she a mentor of some kind. So many males these days are desperate for such especially those that haven’t realized the future is female.”
“Hello Wilma I am Dominatrix Camille. I like your top is that Eileen Fisher?”
Wilma moved the floor mirror closer to the desk.
“Yes, yes it is. Did you select the name Lorena for our darling here? It would seem to fit. I mean that is a rose-tone foundation on.”
Wilma didn’t hesitate picking up the hairbrush she pulled out the hairband holding one of the pigtails before doing the same to the other. Brushing his hair out she leaned down slightly.
“What a gorgeous looking cock, sweetie put it down touch up your lipstick ‘Lorena’ while the big girls talk. Pull your panties up too….looks like you’ve gotten wet. I hope you enjoyed it it’s likely your last free of my approval.”
Lady Camille spoke into the camera.
“Baby mind your manners now how do we address women.”
Lips glossy with a fresh shimmer he looked up at Wilma.
“Yes Ms. Wilma thank you.”
It felt nice to have a woman working on his hair that was near shoulder length while he quietly sat.
“Now are we talking coaching Camille I must tell you I was a Mistress back in the day when I was in my twenties in college. The thought strikes me that I could help what with me being here. I always could use assistance in fact in the past our darling here has…”
She looked at him in the floor mirror and smiled while brushing his hair.
“…lets just go with the name Lorena it’s so appropriate….in the past Lorena has helped me out so I’d be more then happy to take over in enlightening her in the ways of the feminine while having her assistance doing domestic chores.”
Her hand went back without looking she unclipped the pink polka dot bow barrette and slipped it on his brushed out ponytail. A quick slip in the back of it had with her fingers gave the look of the tail greater fullness and buoyancy. Pulling down a few tendrils along each ear she slipped off the clip-on earrings she intentionally worn. The pair of silver leaf earrings dangled down adding to his appearance. Tied high the ponytail with festive bow gave off a sway as he turned to look at himself in the mirror.
“That is a wonderful idea Wilma….Lorena I am going to expect your full cooperation together with me and Wilma I’m certain we will see some positive growth from you in the days ahead.”
“I must say Camille I can be very demanding and am quick to discipline when needed.”
“As dominatrices we learned the benefit of it. I am much the same Mistress Wilma after all pain is the touchstone for spiritual growth.”
Angus looked at her realizing he was in the same room with a real live woman skilled in the arts of a Dominatrix. How many times had he sat at his computer watching and wanking to ‘Pornhub’ hoping a dominant woman would magically appear like a genie from a bottle?
Mistress Camille was looking back at ‘Lorena’ through the camera lens.
“On the bed Lorena, what have I told you ‘good girls get rewarded and bad girls get punished….take your paddle show how good girls gone naughty are dealt with.”
Angus had fashioned a ping-pong paddle with words ‘I luv DLC’ written with a black sharpie on it. Moving to the bed sheepishly he got on all fours holding the paddle in one hand. Never doing it before he shook his pretty bottom cheeks hoping it might please both women.
The order came out from Mistress Camille as Wilma watched.
“A hundred on each cheek girl….I call them self spanks Mistress Wilma…begin, count them off silently to yourself Lorena.”
Pulling out her phone Wilma took to videoing the spanking as Lorena let fly with the paddle to her butt cheeks. Upon finishing Wilma slipped to the edge of the bed motioning for Lorena to slide onto her lap. Putting the paddle down it made him feel so helplessly femme-submissive laying across it. Whatever control he may have thought he possessed was disappearing the longer he was there with Wilma and Camille.
“Having talked about it with Lorena earlier I think it’s time to discuss estrogen Wilma.”
Wilma let her hand give off a quick 9 or 10 spanks to his already warm cheeks.
“Yes Dominatrix Camille what’s a slave girl-in-training without estrogen flowing through her. Are you thinking Pueraria Mirifica and cyproterone androcur, t-blockers, progesterone and Eflora-vaniqa cream and the like of complimentary herbals?”
Her hand spooged out some hand lotion as she took to rubbing his bottom. Loud enough for all to hear Wilma spoke up.
“Lorena this stops right now unless you agree to try the estrogen and herbals…what’s the sense of learning about a feminine world without it? We’ll not force you it’s your decision. Lets hear you answer.”
Her hand softly glided along his pretty butt knowing the arousal would have its effect.
“Yes Mistresses, please I’d like to continue if that’s ok with you both.”
Just as he finished Wilma pulled the strip of latex between his cheeks to the side letting her finger slick with lotion slide in past his rosebud entrance. Once a person and certainly a male welcomes penetration like that he’s letting his vulnerability be exposed. Such a feminine trait it says something about wanting to be submissive to an alpha.
Her hand reached over after seeing the anal plug on the nightstand. Moments later it was firmly lodged inside him as she wiped off the area around his bottom slit of a crack.
“Wilma this all began with our honey going on about losing her girlfriend. I let it be known that one can only experience her thoughts as to why if they themselves knew more about how a girl feels and thinks letting her emotions guide her. I think it can be said now that Lorena wants to learn all she can about the world of the feminine….. isn’t that correct Lorena?”
He didn’t hesitate quickly replying to Mistress Camille.
“Now I think Lady Kharma has been in play…in a couple of the drawers you’ll find lots of pretty lingerie along with some lovely outfits left behind Lorena has organized in the closet. The bathroom has makeup and other necessary things a girl needs there as well. It seems she left them behind clearly with no intention to getting them back….it would be a pity not to use them and have them go to waste Wilma.”
“Yes I agree I have some of my own ideas as well Camille.”
"One other thing I do enjoy having my gurls have a page of their own up on my site with lots of pictures of them posing and performing such as it is.”
“I see…well Lorena…are you ready to experience what it is that all three of us know you need.”
Angus flipped over on her lap shimmying in close pulling his knees up girlishly he let his arm slip around her neck as though seeking the comfort of feminine protection.
“Yes Maam I’m ready…I know there is so much I still need to learn.”
It was Camille who made the observation.
“Lets give the Lady what she wants….yes I did say lady Lorena….that’s what you will become, a woman as classy as Wilma is would like to have a pretty girl turned into her lovely lady. It is Valentine’s day today ….dare I say but I think someone is smitten with her Mistress Wilma.”
“I think its time you acknowledge Mistress Camille…on the bed with you Lorena stand up on your knees.”
Wilma looked at him motioning for him to turn to show off the ponytail with the pretty bow affixed to it. The woman handed him the piece paper to hold. Lorena smiled at the ‘Logitech’ camera after reading the words ’I love Mistress DLC’.
Wilma couldn’t help but be pleased with the progress 4 months behind them a month earlier she had extensions put in his hair creating the added length. Down from the 145 they started with his weight was a thin 119 pounds.
Her Lorena looked so cute looking up at her from the bubble bath.
The light skin was contrasted by the tan lines left from the bikini clearly highlighting the pair of AA cup breasts that sat on display on his chest. The last of his laser hair removal treatments leaving his face smooth and blemish free gave an angelic look to Lorena’s smile.
Once the taboo of wearing hyper feminine intimate wear is broken as any Cd knows it’s so easy to pull a male deeper out to sea drowning them lingerie and feminine feelings. Truth was he’d fallen head over high heels into the world of a t-girl quicker then she had first thought.
The nipples pierced with metal barbells pouting out crowned on his developing breasts Lorena felt so helplessly girlish as he finished up in the bath.
“Come here my little one your Mistress Wilma wants to feel your soft lips…..first I’ll have you give a kiss to my cheek like an obedient gurl.”
The French tipped nails on his fingers rested on the edge of her tub as he lifted up. He could feel the gentle sway of his growing breasts their soft looseness moving his lips gently planted a kiss to Wilma’s cheek.
The woman wrote it off to the fact that some react quite well to female hormones while others take more time for their body to adjust. She brushed aside the small collection of bubbles near his shoulder. The bubbles falling back into the bath let her see the colorful butterfly tattoo. Her eyes drifted lower to look at the Chinese characters spelling out the name ‘Lorena’ just inside the demarcation of his bikini line.
Regular spankings the first few weeks by Domina Wilma came with the caveat he was not allowed in anything but female underwear. Bra’s and panties camisoles and stay up thigh-high stockings caressed his skin daily heightening his sense of vulnerability. Any pretense of male assertiveness evaporated exposing a need to be submissive and docile to his dominant female.
Drying off he pursed his lips together smiling back at the woman using it like many do as a feminine defense mechanism. Wilma pulled open her robe letting Lorena see the glory of her womanly body. Hands on her hips she watched the budding t-girl drop to his knees for the daily ritual. One hand tried to hold back his lengthened hair while he bent and kissed her feet.
A feeling of being owned by the superior woman swept over him the truth was in some ways in felt liberating to know any decisions of importance were made by Mistress Wilma. Letting his eyes lift he stared in wonder at her magnificent looking vagina.
Any talented Mistress knows the best kind of communication came from using just their eyes free of any words. Looking down at him he saw the approval and eased his mouth towards the glistening lips. Certainly like any male he was discovering just how addictive pussy worship can be. His right hand holding near the area it caressed her knee from behind while Lorena put soft kisses and gentle licks to her holiest of holies.
“Yes my lovely pet such pretty hair soft skin such a gentle touch that’s it darling leave behind your masculinity come deeper into our feminine world. You know you ‘now’ need to taste my womanly juices….Why it’s clear you’re learning to view them as your life source.”
Her words spoke truth studies had been done that clearly showed the chemical makeup of vagina fluids were addictive in nature and led to a male becoming quite obedient no matter the command.
Rotating her birthing hips up and down her pussy lips ran across Lorena’s mouth as the t-girl slurped away taking in and digesting as much treasured wetness as he could swallow.
“I think I’m in the mood for some penetration little lady…are you ready to participate?”
Into month 4 of being locked and caged in chastity Lorena got his hopes up.
“Yes my Mistress…please.”
The fact is the longer a male is collared and leashed the greater the likelihood he accepts being treated and acting like a house-pet. The furry fox-tail anal plug brought a level of curiosity as Lorena looked at her holding it. Smiling Mistress Wilma leaned over and inserted it. The woman next snapped the leash on to the d-ring and led him out to her bedroom while he moved on all fours. French-tipped fingernails leading his way he could feel the slight tingling coming from the nipple piercings in his pair of breasts.
Wilma moved the I-phone capturing his look as the two made their way to the luxuriously feminine appointed bedroom.
“It seems as though you like having a lovely tail. This will make for a nice video on your ‘Femdomina’ t-gurl page.”
Holding on the bed Lorena watched as Mistress Wilma attached the I-phone to the tripod. He next moved around posing and smiling when he saw she wanted pictures too. How many males troll the web thinking there is a world of wild sex going on that they were missing out on? Yet he now was one creating content adding in some small way his part to that kind of thinking.
Affixing a pair of kitten-ears head band to his hair the woman enjoyed the irony Lorena was being turned into what he had so often looked at on the internet …an objectified feminine being.
“We’ll post these later my furry little foxy looking muffin now for that penetration I spoke of….let’s tie your hands in behind then lie on your back.”
Unusual in its look Wilma moved the face dildo close letting him see the smallish 3” penis shaped mouth gag on the end that went into his mouth. His hopes dashed that it would be his penis entering her he held still as she secured the strap of the piece to his face.
Anyone who has ever been on the business end of a face dildo knows just how submissive one feels as they watch a vagina moving up and down. Spread wide her hips lowered with Wilma using her fingers to open her pussy lips.
“There now…all in place what a lovely fit….just the right size….this too will make for a nice video.”
Bought one year in New Orleans for Mardi Gras wearing a festive eye-shade mask to shield her face from the camera Wilma began the act of self-pleasure. Slipping down her thighs moved letting Lorena get an up close and personal look each time the pussy lowered and lifted. As any woman would she knew just what tempo to set to get her self off.
Dominatrix Camille had seen it before fact was there hadn’t been a whole heck of a lot she hadn’t come across especially in the world of dominants and their subs. Many an assertive male had wandered to her site thinking him self to be an alpha. Most came away after interacting with the female supremacist to learn it best they live as a femmed-out submissive on their way to becoming a sensitive highly emotional post-op t-girl of a woman.
Harry Sanders scoffed when he first toggled through some of the initial categories on ‘Femdiomina.com’.
In search of arousal he stripped down to total nakedness so often the case with males he hadn’t realized his porn surfing was now at the 3rd level out of 4. Simply put looking at porn for an extended time was a compulsion moving beyond mere curiosity. The last stage has one wanting if not needing to experience it in reality.
Briefly reading ‘Home and welcome’, he moved to ‘About Mistress’ before he stopped and delved deeper seeing ‘Other World Kingdom’. The thing is when a cock goes hard at seeing fetish delights of interest it really is telling one something about them selves. Fetishes acquired like a tube of toothpaste its damn near impossible to get the paste back in once it’s been let out.
The pictures of a novice Cd being turned in to a stunningly beautiful post-op t-girl slave gave him the surprise. First feeling it he looked down to see his penis being turned as hard as it ever had. Though he would never admit it openly part of him believed he was fearful when it came to anything feminine.
The words mumbled out while he took to being captivated.
“Can that really happen? Does that Dominatrix Camille know how to take a male and turn him into a woman?…does she have that kind of power?....he’s so beautiful,……to think he has his own vagina now….and those lovely breasts…oh that's sexy they look to be so big….I wonder what would it be like to have breasts like him?….step by step he has become a woman ….I have to stop calling him a he….she is all woman now…..that means every day she wears lingerie….and has to make her face pretty and do her hair”
Difficult to pull away from seeing the pretty t-gurl with a slave number declaring her status as belonging to Mistress DLC Harry next read ‘Male slaves’. A collar with a d-ring the words serve and obey, serve and obey serve and obey women repeated itself in his mind.
Mistress’ toy, Mistress pain slut….the words next to sliding pictures.
“She’s making him take off his underwear…my she has put him in panties…..what’s this? now he is in a bra.…..she must have told him to take to the floor and pose….he looks so feminine doing it like that….in that pose he looks like a slave…his palms are pointed up, he is resting with his butt on his heels….look he’s turning over to show off his naked bottom….I thought only girls or maybe gay guys did that…is that plug in his ass?..... that thong makes him look like a girl…he’s beating off…right in front of the camera for Her….what’s that?....the plug is out…. is he sliding a vibrator inside him I thought only woman do that.….She has that guy in high heels too.”
The words tumbled out as he read them aloud.
“I only accept slaves…I have no interest in submissives…I expect my slaves to be smooth shaven nose to toes…He will keep a tiny landing strip, he will wear a BDSM collar, he will be wearing high heels 4 ½ to 5" in heel length…....my main interest is the Feminization of males…you are here to serve me.”
He never got any further reading instead he scrolled down to see the numerous types of chastity cages.
“Oh that cock looks so pretty in a lace thong…see there....paddles, cock cages, anal plugs, dildo’s and high heels…his body looks so much better without any hair.”
He stared at the males being turned effeminate and had to masturbate.
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh eeeewwwww eeeewwwwwww….panties and heels ….ohhhh collars and cocks..eeewwwww, eewwwww, that pretty little patch of hair on his mound…its soooo girly looking….eewwwww ohhhh fuck I’m coming.”
Looking at the cream puddling in his hand he knew he shouldn’t…as though another person was doing it he lifted his fingers to his lips and slurped his discharge into his mouth while logging off.
The next day he felt the pain of shame while going about his work-day. Harry vowed he wouldn’t go back yet by 9 that night he was logging back on. Cancelling plans for 5 straight days he delved deeper into the amazing site put up by Dominatrix Camille.
It was his infatuation with the ‘Breast development’ page that had him wondering ‘what if?’. The nipple suckers the breast pumps and images of boys turned girls lactating mothers milk that’s what finally pushed him to engage with Mistress DarkLady.
“Greetings Victoria your mistress is pleased with how things are this being your 3rd month anniversary under my rule. Be a good gurl and give me a spin before we have our session.”
The only hair present below ‘Harry’s’ neck the tiny landing strip of hair on his mound looked quite feminine as he gave off a turn wearing his 4” heels.
“Maam I’ve gotten used to wearing my chastity cage…do all your gurls feel so emasculated like I do wearing mine?”
“Yes they do sweetie……I want to remind you its time you go to the mall or a boutique and start purchasing enough lingerie to wear every day. Nothing makes a girl feel quite so feminine as knowing she had lovely intimate wear on going about her day.”
“Maam does that mean from now on I’ll be in lingerie all the time but what about my guy underwear and t-shirts? You said earlier it’s best I throw them away in a hefty bag I guess the time has come. I suppose I could do it when I go shopping Maam.”
Lionel Jones had picked up the nickname ‘Pug’ back in college there were days the talented Cd found it hard to believe he was nearing 45. It was the custom every other Thursday or so to meet with his two mates Cd’s both Kenneth and Andy.
Sipping on the hot tea waiting for the others he watched a nervous Harry Sanders standing near by outside the door of ‘Maria’s Feminine Delights’ an upscale lingerie store in the Galleria. Swirling the wooden stick he had always enjoyed ‘The Mad-Hatters’ Tea-room. The words soft under his breath he smiled after saying them.
“Oh dear me I think we have a newbie just dying to buy some lingerie yet lacking the confidence or courage…wait until Maria gets him under her wing why she’ll have him in the changing room in no time especially with it being so slow tonight.”
Kenneth had taken to the feminine version Kendra often forgetting his real name when out and about in fem-mode.
“Excuse me sir is someone sitting here?”
Pug took a look to see one of his two best friends Kendra dressed in a lovely black pencil skirt and beige satin colored blouse with 2”court shoes of the same color.
“How cheeky of you dear…your makeup is pretty luv…I had no idea you be dressed today…..is Andrea going to be like wise?”
Kendra bent and kissed the cheek of Pug addressing him with his feminine name.
“Have no idea Jessica…I saw this on sale yesterday and had to get it….so I wanted to come back tonight and buy it while dressed.”
“I don’t blame you …..you have such a smashing figure these days girl might as well show it off.”
“Take a look…see him….he’s been there going on 10 minutes, a real nervous Nellie. He’d make for a good bottom….seems the submissive type from here…..think we should do something once he goes into the Maria’s lingerie store?”
One of many subtle things he did to affirm his femininity Kendra’s hand went up to touch the simple floral cluster necklace resting on his chest.
“My guess she’ll have him do a blast or two from the weed vaping pipe….you know…just to loosen him up.”
“Yes she’ll have him tamed especially if she uses that ‘Fairy-dust’ weed. I’ve had some with her it’s such a mellow buzz.”
“Tell me about it ….that weekend I tried it I was on my back being shagged by you and Andrea a good half dozen times. I’ll make the call besides….like many a dominant lesbian the alpha in her enjoys turning males into lingerie addicts.”
Maria saw the phone light up with the name ‘Jessica Rabbit’. Her first thought was a good friend and client who spent lots of money in her shop was on the line.
“Uhh huh yes I see Jessica, you know me my eyes spotted him outside…yes, hmmm I suppose so …..always are on the lookout for new clients…”
If it had been a cartoon a bubble with ‘dollar signs’ would have gone off above her head.
“Uh huh sure we’ll go with that one….thin he looks to be a medium maybe a large in some items. I’m guessing a 36 band. I’ll set things up you know what to do Jessica…..see you two shortly.”
End of part two…