Donna texted Therese letting her know she’d order her a 2 shot non-fat latte. The woman replied saying it would be another 30 minutes or so before she got to the café.
Deciding to open both tvChix and the Mistress DarkLady-Femdomina.com site she pulled up ‘my slave-girl Moira’s page and her ‘Darklady’s_moira’ chix page as well. Moving between the two Donna commented to herself waiting for Therese to arrive.
“Hmmm lovely tinted and contoured girlish eyebrows….interesting a body waxed and kept more feminine being hairless and soft muscled from regular massages...no longer pretending to be a man she’d been collared, owned and put in servitude back in August of 2014…..Those UK t-girls are so cheeky and classy...I must remember being British it's in their blood to dress feminine…seeing Moira in that star-crossed top and leggings I can tell she’s no different."
"Why it looks like she keeps a clean home I bet she’d make for a nice wife… I can just see Moira now naked on all fours on her bed begging for it to go deep...she looks like she'd love a pair of c-cups dangling down...I wonder if Moira has ever taken one with a 'french-tickler' attached’.
‘I like how DLC puts it…Moira, my slave surely the gurl gets excited at being called that…that’s a lovely gold top such pretty red lippy….I’m curious if she likes cock those lips would say yes I suspect…my goodness so obedient drinking her pee like that. I suppose it’s something all Mistress Camille’s slave-gurls do. I see the t-girl has a ‘nice’ girl look wearing those strappy black heels and hose….and here is her ‘nawty’ girl look…that must be when she uses that paddle’.
‘Freed of her chastity cage for the time being I take it her anal plug is in…that’s a nice tribute wank on Mistress DLC’s picture. I’m guessing her clitty doesn’t erupt violently like a man’s, no I would think it gently oozes out in soft womanly spurts. …such devotion no wonder Moira’s declaring in that picture that she’s a DLC slave gurl’.
‘I can see the gurl uses breast pumps and nipple suckers…surely that is building a desire for larger breasts. I wonder if she is or will be put on female hormones. Such a stunning look with the red polished nails. I like her slave ankle charm-bracelet…her bum looks pretty in the sheer coverup too’.
Donna looked at the clock on her I-Phone wondering how long she would have to wait.
Having always been fastidious about keeping her clothing and lingerie in order part of Therese now enjoyed tossing things on the floor of her bedroom knowing Maid Sheila was required to pick them up and sort them out.
In some ways educating her husband in the grooming habits of a female had revitalized the woman's own sense of her femininity. Therese bought tons of new lingerie for herself taking delight in wearing the items aware the day was moving nearer when he would be in the same.
Her luscious breasts bounced in the peach colored lace trimmed demi-cup bra as she strutted in the pair of high heels. Her looked screamed 'I'm a dominant woman and I know it'.
“Maid Sheila come here dear…your apron’s bow needs to be fluffed out.”
She now loved stripping away her man’s masculinity taking him from being a husband and turning Sheila into a woman that would day take the vows as her wife.
Holding still in front of the mirror Jeff delicately laid his hands on his hips truth was he was growing accustomed to wearing the standard day-uniform often found on maids working at the 5 star hotels like the Four Seasons or London's Mayfair.
“Ms. Therese you look very pretty in your bra and panties and heels Ma’am.”
Through instruction and trial and error the woman had been moving him deeper into the world of makeup introducing him first to foundation powder and blush.
“Turn your hips sideways…there a lovely full bow…now you see how the tips of your apron’s edges are the same length…oh I do love how your white hair ribbon matches."
Stepping out from behind him confident in her womanhood once more her sumptuous breasts gave off a wiggle as she looked at the two of them in the floor mirror.
“Lingerie feels so nice to wear…no lying Maid Sheila you enjoy being in tights, panties and your camisole don’t you? I can tell you’ve made the adjustment to spending the day in 2” heels.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Her hand gently ran across his smooth face.
“It’s nice to know you’ve come to like the softness that powder brings and these cheek-lines of yours…the rouge really highlights your natural blush.”
Her hand moved to adjust her bra strap.
“Bring me the sunburst tie dye knit top now what would you wear to go with this Sheila?”
“A white above the knee skirt Ma’am.”
“Perhaps…the color’s right yet bring me my pair of white pull-on twill ankle slacks they will show off my high heels better…besides I think i’ll have you be the only one with a hem from a skirt on today….. it will act as a reminder that I’m the one wearing the pants in this relationship.”
The top floated down on her body as she spoke without looking at him.
“Your makeup lessons today…go over what we talked about.”
“Yes Ms. Therese…humm foundation, concealer and eyeshadow powder are good for a year, lipstick, nail polish, eyeliner and brow pencil and powder blush for two years and mascara…let me think oh yes Ma’am…high quality mascara can last for 6 months.”
“Very good tomorrow we’ll go over skin hydration facial moisturizers and the benefits of body-oils.”
“Yes Ma’am…there is so much to learn on how to present well being a woman.”
“I’m having you take a quiz at the end of the week. There will be a mystery question too… I’ll give you a hint…are you familiar with the term hand-maiden?...think personal maid or female servant in a superior woman’s boudoir.'
She touched hos nose with her index finger.
"….You may want to research it since it will be added to your duties in the days ahead…if you do well I just may let you try on some lippy….I’ve seen the way you look at me when I am applying my lipstick…now remember change out the fitted sheets in my bedroom and yours while I’m out enjoying myself.”
“Yes Ms.Therese.”
Donna swirled the wooden stick letting it move the foam around disturbing the well- crafted design floating on top on her mocha-coffee drink.
“I’ve communicated with Dominatrix Camille…she thinks you would enjoy having Sheila become one of her DLC gurls. Just wait and see how Sheila reacts when she sees she has her own tvCHIX page filled with pictures.”
Partially squinting her eyes expecting the drink to be too hot Donna looked at Therese.
“Mistress DarkLady wants her to have a page on her site as well….your t-girl can plan on having lots of pictures and videos there. The woman will bring out her submissive feminine side even more once she has Sheila in training….so it’s time to reach out to her.”
“Will do….I’ll be grateful for her help. I can understand the wisdom of having pictures and videos. She takes males…make that soon to be former males….”
Therese paused taking a sip of her drink.
“Dressed in lingerie she initiates the process of having a man in his 40’s or 50’s or whatever or perhaps a 20 or 30-something boy…regardless of age….they’re all turned into an objectified feminine being…think of the irony since they most likely all viewed porn they become what they’ve always looked at and wanked over.”
Taking another sip of her latte she added.
“Sinfully delicious isn’t it?”
Donna grinned back at her.
“You mean your latte or the fact that a man is made to have his face turned pretty in full makeup, have lovely feminine styled hair, be put in intimate wear and have a public social media site where any and all will objectify him for his developing beauty as he poses with a body completely hairless?”
A wicked smile on her face Therese replied.
“Both…You know Jeff’s chest is starting to sprout…one or two good growth spurts and we’ll have to be talking about bras out of necessity.”
Therese now understood why Donna had her covertly put him on estrogen and t-blockers months before confronting him. Into the ninth month Jeff’s appearance like his personality had already started to dramatically change. The dieting combined with the ‘special smoothies’ each month he lost 7 to 8 pounds taking on a thinned-out look that was leaning towards a feminine shapeliness. The former masculine musculature structure of his upper body was giving way to more than just a hint of a bosom and softness.
As though he had turned in his ‘man-card’ his arms bi-ceps had abandoned hardness for a weaker feeling that had them as soft as grapes. Compared to hers that had developed through diligent weight lifting efforts with her personal trainer it was likely Therese was stronger.
The price he’d paid for purchasing a bikini was that Therese made him wear one quite often as they sat in the afternoons sunning at their outdoor pool. Within two weeks the tan lines developed only to be more enhanced by the end of his 2nd month of wearing the pretty bathing suit.
Eflora crème has a potent effect intended for women that want to lose facial hair it works on male faces also. More a precursor for laser hair removal it none the less will serious reduce a male’s need to shave his face leaving a look that has a feminine smoothness to it.
The dynamics of his maid training expanding to include those associated with being a hand-maiden as well had Jeff learning he would be educated in feminine grooming habits. Brick by brick Therese had added practices like keeping his body smooth and hairless from shaving and crèmes and also moisturized with scented body lotion while creating a softness that regular use of coconut oil brings on.
The woman had taken on ‘her little project’ as she sometimes now called him toggling back and forth from addressing him as Maid Sheila or just Sheila rarely using Jeff unless occasionally with other friends.
‘Sheila’ had taken to wearing the chastity cage as a given stifling his needs, wants and desires.
It was why he was surprised that late Saturday afternoon as they showered off the suntan lotion soaping up using lavender scented body-wash when Therese had made overtures about removing it for the evening.
The woman frequently liked keeping her husband naked knowing the ‘body-armor’ of clothing once removed made him feel diminished enhancing a feeling of submissiveness and obedience that Jeff had become used to displaying.
In the kitchen Therese held up the oversized clean white cover-up that was more top than t-shirt as it fell to his mid-thigh. With a half-inch zig-zag piping of gold lame styling around a moderate v-neck collar the soft brushed cotton informed him it was an article of feminine clothing. He slipped it on with nothing but his chastity cage underneath.
Long enough to do it Therese started putting his hair in a partial French braid ponytail as he sat still on the stool while she half spoke on the phone and talked to Jeff simultaneously.
Holding each grouping of the hair she looped them in and over leaving behind the feminine looking twist of five sections before it straightened out held at the bottom with a small black hairband.
“Yes Susan…I have that document I spoke of….”
Looking at Jeff she smiled.
“Honey hold still …this can get tricky…..no Susan sorry I was speaking with my sweetie.”
To be honest part of Jeff was glad he’d been removed from the workforce and the pressure that comes with being the breadwinner. His domesticated life at home increasing the past two months had him responsible for keeping the home clean and in order under his woman’s guidance.
“I think they’ll go for it Susan yet I’d like your thoughts on the document before I write up the contract….there now baby almost done.”
Jeff looked up hoping she wouldn’t let slip the name ‘Sheila’ to her work colleague and friend that she so often now addressed him as. It felt nice to sit there benignly passive and have his hair attended to.
He looked down to see the manicured look of his toes and fingernails varnished in clear polish. It was part of his expanding education in feminine practices. For the last two months mostly on Thursday night’s he was learning how to do Therese’s nails being told to practice on his own. Gradually his nails took on length with an oval shape being the contour as they move to push past their tips.
“What Susan?…sure I can hold on for a second.”
She looked at Jeff while pulling the pendent necklace off her chest. His eyes lit up could it really be? It was where she kept the key to his new chastity lock.
“We’ll discuss it later…perhaps in my master bedroom…yet I’ve been pleased with your behavior lately Sheila…I think we’ll have an interesting evening later tonight.”
He was speechless nodding his head at her he watched her unlock his chastity cage.
“Now turn and bend over….don’t move until I say so.”
The woman lubed it up with Vaseline before sliding in the tampon past the rosebud entrance. A slight touch with her finger to the dangling string had her feeling amused that between his legs her husband would have what many a woman needs to deal with the difficulties of her period.
She couldn’t help yet think how many men made fun of women for the normal bodily function saying ‘how can you trust a bitch that bleeds 3 days of every month’. She knew one who joked ‘women having a period is like falling asleep on white sheets only to wake up to find a moist Japanese flag under them’.
Rarely squeamish regarding it the fact is women see more blood in a year than a male will see in his lifetime. The truth was it was part of what made women amazing perhaps even superior as being the one chosen by the spirits above to bestow life birthing a child.
“All set you may stand dear.”
“Gee that kind of tickles my thighs…is there a string or something there Ma’am?”
“I can assure you it’s true purpose belies a feminine bodily function feeling far from tickling.”
In the days ahead she planned on making sure he’d experienced bloating for 2 or 3 days a month giving him a small taste of what women go through on their period. Susan detected it his slight body movement as he stood brought with a little jiggle of looseness from his chest area.
They both could hear the name come through the phone.
“Therese?”
“I’m here Susan…We could do that…a quick bop in….oh goodness where did I put that?...alright Susan sounds good.”
Therese looked at Jeff.
“I need to find an envelope with the name Susan Jackson and Associates on the front….in may be in my Audi SUV…go check while I look here Sheila….put on those flats there I don’t want you dirtying your feet now that we’ve showered and moisturized.”
“Yes Ma’am….right away.”
It’s an interesting dynamic the more a male defers to a dominant female the likelier they find it becoming a turn-on. Even though they hadn’t had any sex or that he was not allowed release since the day of the confrontation Jeff was now getting a sexual charge out of obeying Ms. Therese. The woman had noticed it too he was looking with admiration at Therese with a level of devotion increasing that had previously been absent.
She gave it a minute or so before she walked out to the driveway. Seeing him in the backseat looking for the letter she swung around and hopped in front saying ‘I found it’. A look of concern on his face he watched her pull out of the driveway.
Stopping at the light Therese spoke.
“Honey hop up front.”
Sitting legs together at the knees he could feel the hem of the oversize t-shirt creep up as he put on his seat-belt.
He felt his apprehension rising having been in a stay-at-home cocoon of domestication tinged with femininity the last couple of months or so. Ten minutes later the car slowed to a stop in front of the attractive home holding still at the side driveway. Her colleague Susan seemed to be doing something at the gas grill outside along the fence in the back yard.
With the car running Therese handed Jeff the envelop.
“Baby there’s Susan …run this over to her.”
The feeling of a conundrum expanded…he knew he couldn’t say no yet he felt emasculated wearing what he was wondering what her friend might say on seeing him not to mention spotting the exposed tampon string. Letting his hand briefly toy with the partial French braid only added to the anxiousness.
“Sweetie don’t make a thing out of it…she needs to read this….now scoot.”
As he slid out of the front-seat he got that feeling women get when wearing a short dress or skirt. By the time both feet in the flats hit the crushed gravel his soft penis was exposed. Quickly pulling the shirt’s hem down he took a deep breath quietly saying to himself ‘just go there…hand it to her…and quickly come back’. His inner dialogue repeated the phrase as he walked towards Susan.
Therese gave off the count seeing Jeff reach and open the gate of the white picket fence.
“One Mississsippi…two Mississippi…”
By the time she reached ’10 Mississippi’ she was out of the car briskly moving up the driveway.
As Jeff handed Susan the envelope the two heard Therese. Just then he realized the woman had backyard full of guests over.
“Hi Susan.”
“So nice to see the two of you…hugs…air kiss…Therese you look lovely.”
Susan chuckled lightly her body leaning towards Therese her mouth feigned an air kiss. Giving him a deeper appraisal that brought a quizzical look she pointed.
“Jeff the men are over there…”
Wanting to acknowledge in some way his effeminate appearance she added.
“….Careful some of them look like they might bite.”
The woman stared at Therese.
“He seems different…so thin…I know it’s been awhile Therese…I’m fairly certain I have that same top in sea-foam green…mine has the same zig-zag gold lame piping….hummm though to be honest I love what you’ve down with his hair.”
“We were just playing around while you and I spoke…I was in a hurry so I just threw that on him.”
A feeling of looking less than a man swamped over him on seeing the group of 4 men by the makeshift outdoor bar. They looked like so many other straight alpha males that fell somewhere between outright hatred at gays for what their lifestyle stood for and ridiculing ‘fags’ making fun of them whenever they got the chance.
The one had wrists as thick as a tree trunk with the hairy arms and muscles to go with. At first he was taken aback at seeing Jeff but stuck his hand out anyway expecting a firm handshake in return. Jeff winced on feeling the strength of the grip saying ‘My name is Jeff’.
“Hi Jeff….name’s Hank….this here is Buck and that’s Jocko and ….well that one is Zach….but we’ve been calling him ‘wanker’ lately…can you believe it….his wife caught him rubbing one out a few weeks back.”
“Hey…what do you want she was on her period…how can you trust something that bleeds 3 days a month…a guy’s got to do what a guy’s got to do right?…..here have a beer Jeff….tell me where do you stand on getting leaves out of the cutter?...I say a real man gets up on a ladder and the roof and cleans them out himself.”
Jeff quietly tried to pull down the hem of the top knowing he wasn’t permitted to drink any longer.
“I guess it can be dangerous on a roof…I’m good on the beer thanks…maybe a bottle of that lemon-flavored sparkling water please.”
Handing him the bottle Zach scoffed out a question.
“What no pants?…not even cargo-shorts.”
Hank laughed out loud.
“Maybe he has one of those speedo things on….should we check?”
Jeff took a panic aware he was naked underneath.
A woman in a bikini with a pretty sheer skirt-wrap that had random sea-shells of a pattern on it walked over. Her milky breasts near spilling out of the cups she went over to Jocko briefly teasing a rub of her twins on his body. She gave Jeff an odd stare thinking him to be effeminate looking as though it was a mild threat to her femininity.
“We’re going to have chicken fights in the pool in a bit…babes on the shoulders of you manly men….”
Looking at Jeff’s appearance once more stopped her train of thought.
“…hope you all brought your swimming trunks…then again maybe not…it’d might be nice to see you guys naked and find out which one of you has the most length.”
Jeff drew back knowing underneath his body had the distinctive feminine tan lines left from wearing his own bikini. He remained quiet hoping she wouldn’t comment on the partial French Braid hairstyle.
“Hey Jasmine we get down to our birthday suits we want to at least see some naked titties.”
“What you mean like this.”
Giving them a wiggle the woman briefly exposed her breasts as she pulled her bathing suit bra cups down for a moment.
“Jasmine …Jasmine.”
The woman turned on hearing her name.
“I’ll be back to help set up the teams….take one more look fellows…aren’t they lovely….who wouldn’t want to get their hands on these?”
Her bikini cups once more filled pivoting she turned her hips and finished by pulling aside the sheer skirt-wrap and shaking her pretty butt. The look of the triangle patch of the thong in back resting above them did little to conceal the rounded bottom cheeks.
Like the others Jeff watched her departure. Just then he felt it and realized the personal embarrassment it would cause. The months being confined in chastity he had rarely gotten hard. Yet now he could feel his penis stirring.
His mind quickly processed the thoughts giving him the suggestion …’make it sad think of something else besides that woman…starving kids in Africa…an earthquake in the hills of Guatemala…a grandmother’s puppy getting run over by a truck…”
Jeff could feel the penis acquiring semi-lift off….would it only be moments before the women’s top he wore tented out?
Susan’s husband Sam Jackson was a bear of a man. At 6’ 5” and barrel-chested he dwarfed the group. Walking up with Susan and Therese on his arms he bellowed out a hello.
The female host hopped on the outside now book-ended by Susan and Therese with Sam and Jeff in the middle at 5’7” Jeff felt so small and inconsequential in his presence.
“You guys staying out of trouble?”
The large man’s meaty hands had his arms hanging on Jeff’s shoulder as he pulled him closer. Feeling as light as a powder puff Jeff’s body easily moved towards him on feeling the strength of it.
Next to her his nostrils flared taking in the fragrance of Susan’s lavender perfume that coordinated with her body wash. Jeff realized Therese and him had used the same not more than an hour ago when showering. As Sam spoke with the men Susan leaned over right by his ear.
“I see you like lavender too…such a lovely scent it reminds me of a garden filled with flowers.”
Not seeing Susan wink at her husband Sam Jeff held still hoping none of the men heard her. Out of nowhere he felt Sam’s hand lower to give a firm caress to his ass. He next felt it slip playfully under the top yet this time it was more of a caring squeeze a lover might do before lifting the hand away.
Therese caught it with her eyes as it pulled off.
Once more disconcertingly to him Jeff’s penis started to rise with the t-shirt beginning to tent out. Added to that he next felt his nipples firm up on what was becoming petite boobies just shy of an a-cup.
‘Dead little kittens…dead little kittens’…he kept repeating the thought.
Lifting them Susan’s eyes immediately caught sight of the budding twin points trying to pout out.
The buxom blond named Jasmine walked over to the group of 8 with another woman just as attractive. The feeling came on with a sense of envy and admiration both. Seeing how pretty the bikini’s looked and how beautiful the two women were awash in well-done makeup with lovely hair somewhere inside he felt a connection to them.
“Time to hop in the pool everyone…all you stud-muffins bathing suits or not let’s go have some fun.”
Her friend turned to her.
“Does that mean I should take off my bikini top now Jazz?”
All the men feeling macho looked at the woman in anticipation with their lust spiking.
Therese scooped in rescuing Jeff.
“We have to run Susan and Sam…sorry something cooking in the oven back home.”
Susan walked the two over to the swinging door of the white picket fence on the driveway.
A hug to Therese she moved to do the same with Jeff at the ready to whisper in his ear. A fast talker when she wanted to be with words 20 to 40 per minute with gusts up to 60 they came out rapid-fire as she made her points.
“Is that a tampon string I saw?....I love your French braid…you know I have the same cute top….Therese tells me now that you’re not working you enjoy keeping the house clean….I doubt any of those men do that…that’s a job for a stay at home wife…she also mentioned you look nice with your tan lines… one of these days I’ll come over and all three of us can put on our bikinis and bake in the sun.”
Emasculating perhaps even mentally castrating Jeff felt his already questionable thin veil of male veneer disappearing even more so on hearing Susan.
Scurrying down the driveway to catch up to Therese he let out a sigh of relief as he reached the safety of the SUV.
End of part 2 …
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