Kit Kat Amber & Tigger twink pt 4

Kit Kat Amber & Tigger twink part 4

Mariam had totally gotten on board with helping turn ‘her Timmy’ into a t-gurl. She and Violet agreed it would be best to have it out in the open that the two of them had spoken and would be mentoring ‘Amber’ in the ways of the feminine.

The woman planned to pull him more into the girly girl world that being a female can be. Her husband off to the office early in the morning she took to wearing her finest lingerie when it was just the two of them.

“Honey would you help me for a moment.”

After walking by the door of Tim’s bedroom to speak she continued on to her room to sit at her vanity table.

Hearing her outside his door he’d been afraid she might walk in so he pulled the covers up to conceal the nightie he’d bought on line. After she walked by Timmy scrambled out of his nightie and slipped into a pair of baggy flannel shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“Yes mother.”

Mariam turned to see him at the doorway as she moved her milky breasts swayed gently in the lightweight La Perla bra. Padding the cushion of her vanity bench-seat she looked back into the mirror.

“Come in dear…sit next to me while I prepare……oh I do so enjoy being a woman.”

A mere 16 years older then him there was no other way to say it the woman was voluptuous looking in a pretty MILF kind of way. Having moved beyond the tragedy of his wife passing away 7 years earlier Timmy’s wealthy father went younger sexy trophy wife type for his 2nd marriage.

The woman had the kind of energy that made others both excited and nervous when her feminine sexuality was on full display. Thin at the waist Timmy slid next to her taking in the scent of the perfume she’d spritz on moments earlier.

“Be a darling an unhook my bra for me while we have a nice chat. I think I’ll choose a different one to wear this morning…..don’t be shy we have no bloodline connection…. it’s not like I’m your real mother why if we had been born in the same family I could have just as easily been your older sister.’

Pausing for effect she added.

“….it would be nice to have a younger sister as cute as you.’

His hands softer from using moisturizer the past month moved up and undid the hooks.

“How nice ….you did that like you know what you’re doing….have you been practicing unhooking a bra lately?”

Her large breasts were one of many of her attractive features. Perfectly pear shaped in their fullness they sloped downward finishing with a pair of 2” areolas that rounded out on the tips of each breast.

Mariam’s statement brought a nervous smile to Tim’s face he’d always gotten along well with the woman he sometimes called ‘mother’.

“Humm what? I mean…huh….I don’t know what to say.”

He turned away after pulling a blush up to his cheeks.

Mariam lifted the panties she’d found under his pillow so when he turned back he would find her holding them.

When he looked at the lacy thong he grew silent.

“Amber honey… Violet and I have spoken in fact I’ll be meeting her soon…..you address her as your Domina I believe.”

His heart sank unsure of how things would go now that his secret was out.

“I think its nice….”

She lifted her breasts and held them cupping each with fingers that had long colored nails on them.

“….who wouldn’t want to be a woman having boobies like these?....baby off with your top and those ugly boy-undies….let's see what we have to work with Amber.”

Sliding his t-shirt off followed by the flannel underwear he now sat there wearing just the chastity cage.

Her hand drifted down and ran along his thigh before jiggling his locked cage.

“How lovely all locked away…Life is too short not to be the gender you really are….so soft and smooth …you’ve made a nice start. It feels good not having any hair on your body doesn’t it?”

“Yes mother I mean…”

“I like the way ‘Domina’ sounds…you may address me as Domina Mariam when we are alone…show me……I want to see how you put on ‘your’ lipstick Amber.”

Hearing his new name he felt a band of gentleness flow through him. For years he had wondered what it would be like to have sex with Mariam gliding the creamy lipstick on he could feel him self being pulled into her feminine vortex.

“So pretty, pout your lips sweetie lets have you suck on my nipple like a ‘good girl’.”

The trigger word ‘good gurl’ had a whimper escaping from his mouth.

Fetish enthusiast’s call it being ‘mothered. The term is what is used when a male sucks on a woman’s breast and she treats him like a young one nursing all the while giving gentle caresses. Hitting on a subconscious level it can bring one back to the toddler days when they were dependent on a mother for their daily sustenance. In Tim’s case he could feel himself slipping into sub-space.

Her one hand held him gently to her breast while her other ran across his smooth face.

“I see you’ve found out my facial hair removal epilator works. ….yes baby it was out of place, just like my intimate drawer a woman always knows when someone has been rummaging through her lingerie…..no worries I’ll take you to a salon for laser hair removal treatments…..among other things.”

The pads of his fingers gently caressing her breast he looked up at Mariam without lifting his mouth off her nipple. The woman shook her hair letting it cascade all around his face as he sucked. As gentle as a woman can be her hand drifted down on his back stopping to play with his pretty bum.

Near fifteen minutes later he looked at how pretty a face can be when a woman who knows what she is doing has given a makeover.

“Turn Amber lets put a little tease and style to this hair of yours.”

While Mariam worked on Amber’s hair she delved into the wide variety of choices a female needs to make when getting ready

“Just think with so many panty style’s to choose from you’ll never get bored with your underwear again as for stockings there is ultra sheer, day sheer, spandex sheer, Opaque-tights or the shimmer glimmer look. Now for bra’s you have choices like padded, strapless, a deep-V, hidden wire, underwire, push-up…. that is always popular or one that is molded and seem-free. You can do corsets or wear camisole’s, babydoll sets, teddies, a chemise…the French have always known how best to call lingerie.”

Mariam pulled back for a moment to check her efforts.

“We’ll need to find a good endo.”

“You mean like ectoplasmo?”

“No sweetie that’s ‘Ghostbusters’…. I mean an Endocrinologist…that’s a hormone doctor sweetie….prescription based HRT is best, one wants to know they’re getting the real thing not some shady product from some 3rd world country.’

“Domina Maraim…..may I ask a question Maam?”

“How polite…I like that trait in a young woman.”

“Thank you Maam, Mistress Violet said she wants all her gurls to be polite….what will father say …I mean will he be upset?”

“There now turn around and look…..’

Mariam tapped Amber’s chastity cage.

“….you let me handle your father…this isn’t going to be the only locked chastity cage in this home.”

Her hand drifted down and ran along the smoothness of his mound until she stopped at the triangle patch of pubic hair. His penis hard it filled in length to push to the edge of his chastity cage. Tim let out a moan.

“Ms. Mariam you’ve made me beautiful….look at how pretty I am.”

“Amber honey you have always been beautiful, I’ve just brought it out to the surface more…..spread your legs…. that’s it such a good girl.”

Once more he felt a band of feminine energy flow through his body on hearing the words.

Mariam lifted out a pink vibrator from one of the drawers in the vanity table.

“A woman always keeps her vibrators close….I must say your nipples seem puffier then I remember them.”

Her hand let the vibrator slide back and forth gently on the surface of his mound above his chastity cage.

“Yes Maam my mistress has me using….ohhh, ohhhh….I think she calls them nipple suckers…they lift my nipples out…..ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh…that feels so good.”

“Lift your hands cup your small breasts and keep them there …give a squeeze to your nipples…do it on an off …..it’s time I showed you how to get wet without having your little boi-clitty touched.”

Amber squeezed his nipples looking into the eyes of his ‘new’ Domina Mariam. Back and forth the gentle buzzing of the vibrator filled the room. Mariam slid close to whisper in his ear as she edged him closer to cumming.

“That’s it sweetie…feel how nice a vibrator is….you’re going to make such a pretty girl Amber….you’ll enjoy being led into the Lady Pond…..yessssss, the life of always living as a girl awaits….why we may even give you a pretty flower between your legs.”

He looked at her while moaning louder.He took to sliding his hips from side to side.

“A pretty flower?”

“Yes amber dear…a pretty flower of a vagina……can you see yourself with a pretty pussy between your legs?.....I know I can picture it… yes a sweet vagina to go with the lovely large breasts you’ll have…..baby pick up my scented linen hankie there and get ready”

He couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said. Just then the two watched as his cream oozed out in gentle spurts a few seconds apart.

“eeeewwwwww, eeeewwwwwww, eeeeewwwwwwww.”

“That’s my girl Amber welcome your feminine side…so sexy the way you get wet without your clitty being stroked.”

Maraim lifted his hand to move the hanky closer. Amber sniffed and took in the scent on her hankie as he gently licked away at the discharge cream on it.

“Smells lovely doesn’t it…It’s called ‘Modern Muse’ by Estee Lauder….every girl likes having her own scent and you’ll be no different Amber.’

Looking at the BDSM collar his work buddy saw it and commented still hung-over from the weekend.

“New girlfriend huh Zack….must be pretty kinky is my guess….she a good fuck? Boy my head is killing me I could have used a good blowjob before I left this morning…..too many beers watching that game last night.”

The idea that any on their work crew might be gay wasn’t even a consideration simply put all the alpha males at the company not hesitant to express it had zero tolerance when it came to homosexuals.

Zack replied wondering what his work mate would say if he knew he now answered to the slave number 341.

“Uhh yea …met her a little while ago….she has me growing my hair longer too.”

“If it gets you laid why not right? She the one who put you on a diet.... your swimming in those pants….geez you must be a good 40 pounds lighter then last fall…..I saw you struggling on Friday trying to lift the 2x4.”

Zack moved his arm out and let it move round in a circle wondering what is co-worker would say if he knew his penis was locked in a chastity cage.

“Just pulled a muscle on Friday morning I think….still kinda hurts.”

“You know you look different with no mustache I see she likes her guys with a smooth face…. you always show up to work with no trace of facial hair these days.”

Zack couldn’t bring himself to admit that he had just finished his 6th treatment of laser hair removal on his face. There had been days now where he stood in front of the mirror razor in hand and realized he had nothing left but a few random spots with hair to shave on his face.

“Yea she told me my beard use to make her thighs chafe when I was pussy-munching her before I fucked the shit out of her.”

“Alright that’s what I want to hear…… just don’t go wimp on me…..I don’t want to work with some fucking fag for Christ sake …..Holy Toledo you ever see some of those ‘silly boys’ prancing on a float in the gay parade with the rest of those damn queers.”

“Humm, no ‘howbout’ those lightening strikers they may win the western conference this year.”

The tactic of switching to sports to talk about worked as they drove to the work site. Yet the truth was Zack was down near 50 pounds his weight dropping fast he had been losing muscle strength as well.

Six months into her rule over him Mistress Fusion was deep into his brain and had him on strong doses of t-blockers with light dosages of female hormones to better strip him of his rough masculine look while diminishing his strength. He was still unaware that trigger words and images inside his mind could send him spontaneously into feeling delightfully gay with a desire to experience it in the physical world. There were days when he could feel the desire building and was scared he might act on it.

For his workouts in the gym he had been shifting his regiment away from heavy lifting to one more suited for someone weaker that preferred toning their body to a thinner appealing look. Step by step the woman had been stripping away his body hair in stages. Having Zack remove all the hair on his crotch and stomach she next worked her way outward.

Thankful the cool weather meant he could cover his hairless legs with jeans he knew that all that remained was the hair on his arms and underarms. Like breaching the last line of his masculine defenses he dreaded the session where he was certain she would order him to shave it all off.

Alpha males always considered hairy arms to be one of the badges of masculine honor, with it gone not to mention under his arms he pondered what the others would think of him. Little did he know Mistress Fusion had other more blatant body modifications in store for him that would forever brand him as gay.

Zack slipped into the gym early that Saturday morning hoping to get his workout done before the regular crew of gym rats showed up. Truth was he was conflicted there was part of him that wanted to try going back to lifting weights yet whenever he tried he could barely lift small amounts.

Moving to the free weights he slid the 10 pound piece on either side of the long bar. A quick motion had him checking his thong under his sweats to make sure his chastity cage and balls were snug. His hair back in a low tied ponytail he tucked his elbows in and tried to curl the piece upward. His mind silently counted off ‘1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and ugggggg’. He let the piece drop and carefully laid it in the holder.

“Look we have a real tiger here Buzz….geez a whole twenty pounds he must be trying to enter one of those lifting contests.”

Zack didn’t have to turn to look instead he could see in the long wall to wall floor mirror the two beefy males staring at him.

“Tiger…no way I say he’s more of a Tigger… a skinny ‘Tigger of a twink’ trying to play at being a big boy.....say honey the woman’s yoga class is just getting started over in that room there.”

“Yes Tigger …..you still have time to slip into your leotard and join them.”

Silently Zack glared at them before slinking away to head to the locker room. Glancing at the females posing in the yoga class he walked away and felt a wave of insecurity over come him.

At the doorway just walking in to the gym a large well muscled up club member he’d seen before stopped him, at 6’ 6” he towered over Zack.

“Hey, those two bothering you……I can teach them a thing or two about manners and gym etiquette.”

It looked like something a woman might do he lifted his towel and let it rest centered between his bosom before speaking. In a soft voice he replied.

“No that’s alright ….i was just finishing up but thank you Sir.”

He couldn’t fully explain to himself why he called him ‘Sir’ with the two appearing to be near the same age.

“Name’s Biff Ballentine nice to meet you…I’ve seen you around before Zack.”

“Thanks for trying to help I should have done something when they called me ‘Tigger’ but I’ll just forget about it.”

Zack could feel the large males eyes undressing him as he looked down at him.

“Tigger huh?...you know we should workout together sometime and I have to tell you I think you have nice hair…I think guys should care more about their grooming and appearance… you ought to think about not always wearing it in a pony tail…..say your contact info is in the member book right?”

Again the deferential reply had him using it. Giving a shake to his hair Zack smiled

“Yes it is….and thanks for the compliment Sir I don’t want to keep you from your workout so it’s probably best I should leave I guess.”

With Zack walking away he still felt like he was being leered at.

Mistress Fusion was amused to hear her slave 341 retelling the story.

“Tigger…sounds kinda cute I think…that gives me an idea. Turn and lift your arms I want to see how nice you look with no underarm hairs. Tell me does it feel nice not to have any hair on your arms or the rest of your body…I do like how nice the hair on your head is looking….perhaps it’s time for a new style.”

Zack couldn’t refuse the woman programmed and conditioned to obey their online Domme -slave relationship had grown to the point he was always doing what she told him to.

“Lean over the stool let’s have you slide in your anal plug …it’s time we use the larger one….it will take some getting used to yet you’ll thank me for it later 341.”

End of part 4…..