Kit Kat Amber & Tigger twink by DLC's alyssa
“Yes, that’s it dear…come closer my innocent naïve male…feel the power of a real woman not just some fantasy in that silly little male mind of yours ……you seek change then I am the one who will bring it. You’ll learn there is no pain in changing there is only pain is resisting my change.”
Her hand slipped in an adjusted the bra strap under her $1200 satin blouse from Neiman’s. The woman gave a quick wiggle to her hips as she sat sipping her tea while looking at the large flat-screen holding her website on the monitor.
“One day you will discover you have changed yet it has all been on my terms, not yours.”
A second ‘ping’ rang out alerting the brilliant woman turned pro-domme another male was nearing himself to her web of female superiority.
“My my another curious kitty cat…. it seems you too can’t resist temptation…. I now have a 2nd one as well tonight. I do love the contrast pairs bring…..that’s it both of you look at my gallery…see my beautiful breasts and striking figure….you’ve never met a woman like me.”
The wealthy woman who had retired before she hit 45 let her fingers dance along the keyboard. The image of a hypnotic spiral pulsating appeared on the front page, beneath it the words ‘the first to view this uninterrupted for 12 minutes straight will be rewarded by Mistress with free access simply click to move to the next page’.
Thinking they each were first the two males clicked on the spiral.
‘Lets see…. one I will turn in to a hyper feminine t-gurl complete with her own lovely flower of a vagina one day and the other….Hmmm let me think….yes it’s likely he considers himself straight so he will be turned into a delightful gay submissive…perhaps I’ll see if I can find a daddy bear he can learn to cuddle with’.
It was nothing more then a random decision in that moment Mistress Fusion had decided their fate on a feminine whim.
‘Oh …I do so enjoy how open the gay male is these days between them and us lesbians we have dramatically moved the needle bringing acceptance and with it the political power needed for sustained change that benefits the LGBTQ community’.
The same as the family matriarch Viola Van Haven the 44 year old woman originally had a name that oozed the British aristocracy that ran in her bloodlines. If the Duke of the family hadn’t squandered their family fortune gambling and philandering near 80 years earlier it’s likely her family would have remained in the UK.
As fate would have it her namesake of a grand mother left bringing little Gloria’s mother Vivian with her to set up a new life with some ‘American cousins’ in of all places the state of Oklahoma.
Trying to fit into what was a conservative middle class environment Vivian who’d become a teacher during the flower power years of the late 60’s and early 70’s had lost the ‘Van’ in their name and often called her only child Viola my lovely flower ‘violet’. The hippie lifestyle of the woman had her give birth out of wedlock in 75 and soon gave way to a more radicalized feminist power outlook with the father never having returned to the scene of the crime as it were. The woman-centric view was passed on to her daughter during her developmental preteen years in the 80’s.
Living in Oklahoma would turn out to be a financial blessing in disguise for the young Violet. She took to enjoying a fascination with land and minerals and real estate. A high IQ had her blessed at being skilled with numbers. As early as the age of 19 when she’d bought her first lot in her 20’s she began quietly buying low priced tracks of land in seemingly remote locations in the state that baffled the quick buck artists that gladly rid themselves of the property.
The new millennial saw fracking for natural gas on her dormant land turn her into a wealthy woman by the age of 30. Freed of financial concerns yet keeping a trained eye on her investments Violet Haven drifted into the BDSM world of dominance and submission and Mistresses and slaves.
There was some thing about the power dynamic that intrigued her. It was enough she was herself a submissive under a female dominant for 3 years until the seasoned Mistress told her she felt she was more suited to the role of controlling males as a Dominatrix.
Thus was born Mistress Fusion, a female supremacist known also to her contemporaries as Dominatrix Violet Haven.
Highly skilled in the dark arts of manipulation, control and brain-washing she insisted the male fill out the form as part of gaining free access to her site.
‘Hmmm Zack Parker….no that name will never do…I want something more slave sounding before turning him into a twink once he is under my spell’…..ok now I’ll only give you access to pictures of Domme's and their male subs with some cock pics thrown in….that should keep you occupied for awhile’.
Late that Friday Tim Wilson could feel the buzz from a night of drinking at the bars. It had started off like many before a series of texts between the three best friends went back and forth until it was agreed all would meet at their favorite bar by 6 that evening. The first hour was spent complaining about work before switching to the topic of sports. By 9 they each took to looking for any girls that might talk to them.
Tim had left his stool at the table to hit the head when he returned he found two girls speaking with his buddies making him feel like a fifth wheel. Silently cursing himself for not being good at picking up females he slid out the door after not even saying goodbye to go home. He knew once there he could be looking at naked women within minutes of logging on to the internet.
Tim briefly debated using the ‘Percolator’ bong before deciding to go with his other choice. Two quick hits from the vaping pen loaded up with weed had him lift off the hip looking t-shirt with the words below the image of a marijuana bud ‘where there is weed, there is a way’. He had grown to prefer the vape pen because they operate at a temperature much closer to the vaporization point of marijuana while not destroying the valuable THC component that gets one high.
Within minutes of sitting down he slid off his undies and jeans to be totally naked while jerking off looking at whatever his fingers on the keyboard pulled up. Some nights he could spend hour after hour edging his penis falling deeper down the rabbit hole of pure porn. He went at it without realizing psychologists had determined there were 4 stages to viewing pornography.
“Damn….look at her…she’s smoking hot.”
Skilled as any that had her own site Dominatrix Violet Haven created an alluring homepage near guaranteeing no male left once on it.
The idea that a dominant woman would rule over him had always been an intriguing concept to Tim. That alone was always enough to make the immature 24 year old go hard.
He thought the words before speaking them out loud as he hit the spiral icon ‘hey free access’. Tim was in the middle of filling out the form when he saw a ping appear letting him know Mistress Fusion was waiting for him to respond in the ‘chat-room’ section.
‘Good evening my names is Tim’
‘Since you are new I’ll forgive the transgression…It’s to be Mistress when first addressing me slave’.
Just hearing him called slave made his cock swell as he stroked it.
‘Yes Mistress Fusion I apologize Maam’.
Again he felt his cock throbbing when he wrote his response.
Violet liked how his response included the apology she considered it to be telling.
‘Do not fill out the credit card section, I have no need of your money’….do fill out the following link’.
Doing as told he hadn’t realized she now had complete remote access to his computer whenever she needed it.
Tim adjusted the camera so Mistress Fusion could view him as he sat in front of the monitor. For years he had toyed with the idea of interacting on the net with a real dominatrix yet was too chicken to ever do it.
‘Stand up and go slow while playing with yourself so I can see what I have to work with….you stop when I say so or our relationship ends right here…I expect complete obedience at all times ….. is that clear my pet slave?’.
‘Yes Mistress’.
Violating the spiritual dictum ‘just don’t go there’ it was her belief that any male didn’t get to her homepage by accident. They had a need to be dominated whether they were aware of it or not. It was more then likely they were in the 3rd stage of viewing porn if not in the 4th stage. The third was where a viewer had moved into the place where they adjusted their life and included viewing sex sites on a regular basis often to the detriment of what they otherwise might normally do.
The 4th stage was where true change occurred one reached a place where they wanted to bring into reality and experience whatever fetish had been cultivated through viewing the different categories under the porn umbrella.
The woman took in the sight of his room and could tell it was in a nice home. Over time she planned on her charge making many changes to it in the days ahead.
Looking back she quickly surmised she had a real cutie staring back at her in the video ‘camming’ session. She thought it to her self……‘Oh yes very nice….he is going to make for a lovely t-gurl by the time I am through taming, training and breaking him….welcome to our girl world honey’.
“Stop and sit pet…..turn off all the lights in your room its time for you to view the spiral…..I’m going to allow you to view a special one…say thank you Mistress.”
Not only could Violet spot a submissive male a mile away she also could tell if one was susceptible to being hypnotized.
“Thank you Mistress.”
“Send me your phone number now. Check your blue tooth connection for your ear buds…later you will find yourself on your bed listening…we will be communicating through text frequently…when you receive one I’ll expect a prompt response slave.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Within 10 minutes Tim was moving into trance by the time the file reached the 25 minute mark Mistress Fusion knew he was hers to toy with. The first phase always began with an obedience file over an over it repeated the words until they were ingrained into his mind as his truth. The repetition of the phrases soon had him accepting that it was best he always obey the woman.
“My Mistress knows what’s best for me…it is she I must obey….I enjoy obeying my Mistress….she will be obeyed, she must be obeyed…it brings me pleasure to obey my mistress…..it feels so good to always obey…..she will be obeyed she must be obeyed…whenever I hear her say the word attention I stop, I focus, I listen and I obey.”
An hour had gone by quickly when the skilled female hypnotist knew his subconscious mind was open and receiving. Free of any words two minutes of the new age music instrumental played transitioning to an interlude to be used as a turning point. Violet snapped her fingers 3 times one right after the other.
“Lift and rise my pet time to lay down on the bed.”
The woman watched as Tim moved off the chair and onto the nearby bed. It pleased her to see him respond and obey passing the first test. once more she snapped her fingers 3 times dropping him back into trance. A few more minutes of peaceful music had him drifting deeper into trance sleep-state.
“You have chosen this session, you find it easy to accept my suggestions, the more you listen the easier it is to lose your masculine thoughts…..you feel them drifting away…it feels so much better with them gone…clear and release…you’re letting them go….you feel yourself becoming cleansed of all negative masculine thought….you’re ready to accept healthy feminine thoughts….you say good bye to all those bad male thinking habits…you see them drifting away…..you feel the need growing to think like a girl….concentrate on my pretty voice, my lovely feminine voice….it feels so comfortable to hear…it feel so natural to accept….you feel the connection growing….you feel the link to your inner feminine self expanding”
“You feel at peace with your self…every single male thought has disappeared….you draw a blank when you think of being a male….it is becoming clearer…. you only remember existing as a female….all along you have known that you are a female who was just pretending to be a male….you can only remember existing as a female….you have opened the file to your new memories of being a girl….you’re letting them come out…..it feels so much better being feminine….so much nicer to let go of pretending to be a male…..your old male thoughts seem so silly now….you have always been a girl….you have always been a female…you have always been a woman….we feel so lucky being women…we get to wear the prettiest clothing….we get to wear the prettiest lingerie….…it feels natural to be in your bra and panties….it feels so good to do our hair…..its so fun to put on our makeup….it feels so natural to keep our bodies smooth and soft and hairless…..over and over your mind repeats it….I have always been feminine…I am a female…..I am a girl……I am a woman.”
On both a conscious and subconscious level Tim’s mind was being rewired. It had been Dr Carl Jung who first proffered with his treatise ‘animus/anima’ the idea that a male has the feminine within. Well aware of it Mistress Fusion was tapping into something already inside a male.
The words kept drilling into his mind.
“my memories of being a male have left…..I no longer have to hold on to them….I am free to be who I am….. I am a female….I am a girl…..I am a woman…..my memory is now updated…I once was a baby girl….I once was a little girl….I was once a teenage girl….and now I am a woman….I will always be a woman…...the time has come for me to express my femininity…..I have a gentle yielding nature….I feel so in touch with my emotions.”
It amused Mistress Fusion to hear Tim let out a gentle sigh as though accepting everything he was hearing. For near and hour and half she had been reading a book while the file drilled deep into his levels of awareness. She had picked it up at a bookstore after seeing and scoffing at the title ‘Dear old Dad’.
Being raised by a single mother with a deadbeat dad she didn’t care for fathers all that much. The story was about of a daughter whose father was a Mafia Don. Chapter after chapter went on about how loving he was yet failed to mention outside the doors of their home he routinely murdered or ordered the murders of countless people to expand then maintain his illegal activities of prostitution, heroin dealing, extortion and gambling in his criminal empire. She had made the conclusion ‘family’ is important to members of the outfit…just not your family.
Her hand hit the keyboard to check in on the other male named Zack that had been lured to her page. The next moment he saw her chat room page pull up with Mistress Fusion telling him to respond. 6 minutes of back and forth had her pegging him as a true alpha type. Different then the more gentle submissiveness Tim was displaying. With his kind she knew it was best to confront Zack’s perceived belief in male dominance. She could tell he was there to get his rocks off. She soon assessed she would need an approach she used often with overbearing males.
“My name is Zack.”
“Turn on you cam."
A slight hesitation on his part had her seeing him sitting at his PC. It was as though he wasn’t really sure if she wanted him to see her.
“My name is Mistress Fusion and I am your superior…you are now known as slave number 341……acknowledge this truth by answering ‘yes Mistress I am slave number 341’.
Again she was met with a little too much hesitation before he responded.
‘Yes mistress Fusion I am slave number 341’
“I can see you stopped to think about it….that tells me you have an element of fear within you…are you afraid of women as a whole or just me?”
Zack wasn’t used to being confronted by an assertive female in the past he had always been the one to ask questions while dominating a conversation with females.
“Stand up and don’t hesitate this time….remove the jeans along with the rest of your clothing.”
Any Dominatrix knew a male is less threatening when naked.
“Stroke it …..show me if you can get it hard….. keep masturbating until I tell you to stop…..I can see its not very big…”
He gave a look at the screen on hearing his dick wasn’t that large.
“Repeat the words my name is slave number 341….I belong to Mistress Fusion…keep stroking…what’s it 5”….. its not 7 or even 6….say the words I live to please my mistress….that’s it up and down on the penis…..have you ever seen a real male’s cock…I only call them cocks if they're more then 6” …keeping stroking my pet…..your fingers look good going up and down on a penis….”
He was getting close to coming excited at being told what to do he kept stroking.
Sensing his readiness Violet put the pictures on the screen hoping to time it.
“You want to see a real cock…. look at these.”
Suddenly two large girth lengthy cocks appeared on the flat-screen.
“Stroke hard now…come for your mistress …look at those real cocks…get your other hand up to catch it.....I bet you'd look good sucking a cock.”
Hearing the disconcerting words for some reason he couldn’t pull his eye away from seeing the two large sized cocks on the screen.
“Spurt slave 341…..pretend your jerking the cock of your dominant male master.... DO IT….. NOW.”
His eyes looking at the screen saw both cocks suddenly begin creaming, he grunted out as he shot his wad into his hand.
“I want to see you tomorrow evening on the site my pet 341….now lick your hand.….we have lots things to talk about.”
He had never done it before yet felt compelled to as he sheepishly licked his fingers clean.
“Now kneel down and look at me….say thank you my mistress…I am your slave and I answer to the number 341….I will be back tomorrow evening as you have requested.”
With Tim fully occupied by the audio file she was now free to roam around his computer. Putting her book down she was ready to learn more about her latest protégé. Aware one’s computer holds activities and secrets most hope others never see she took to digesting the information and copied his contact list in case it might come in handy later. It was when she saw his address that Violet had a momentary surprise.
“How about that, he’s not more then a 30 or 40 minute drive from my home.”
It brought a smile to her face as she commented to her self.
“Dear your transformation time line just took on a new level…. I’d love to have a pretty t-gurl pet around the home to clean and service me…at least until I get bored with her.”
The file was long and stayed on loop long after Violet had left a final message in the chat room…’log-in tomorrow my pet’.
The end of the file had him being urged to dream.
“Picture in your dreams the docile feeling of your blouse being opened by someone else….how nice it feels to have your full rounded breasts in a lovely bra….feel the woman’s hand caressing them….how nice it feels …how sensitive your nipples are….how pretty they look being hard and pointed….your eyes closed you can feel the gentle touch of your long hair on your skin as it sways softly back and forth….it feels so nice being a submissive woman.”
“…it feels so nice being a pretty feminine plaything of a housewife….. being docile makes you feel even more girlish….her hand feels so nice touching your breast…you love how soft they are how malleable they are…you like how pretty her nails look…it makes you feel glad your own nails have a cute color on them…just thinking about them reminds you its what women like you do….you notice things like that…..she unhooks your bra and your pretty breasts slide out…it feels so nice they way they move….so pretty they way they look....it feels so nice having a body you keep smooth and moisturized every day.”
Both the file’s transformative words and the dream swirled over and over feeling so real in his mind while he slept.
End of part 1…..