Joan looked at the unique floating design the ‘Barrista’ made on the top of her Latte. Her eyes looked at her mentor Mistress Kendra as the two sat in the only two oversized ‘comfy’ chairs with a small corner table in the ‘Moonbeam Mystery’ café.
“It’s as pretty as any fallen leaf sad to leave behind those remaining on its mother vine….look at that will ya’…I almost don’t want to disturb it.”
“Yes its fucking art I’d say. Talent...there is no substitute.”
Joan looked down at the wide mouth cup glancing up at Kendra she lifted the ceramic piece with the nose-hook handle.
“Bye bye leafy…sorry to see you go.’
The sip drew the edge of the design towards her mouth, a 2nd one eradicated half of it without caring.
“So how is your new pet …wait, she is not new any longer I should say 1st pet…is she learning?”
“I like how you call her a she…you always told me to treat them like what your training will make of them.”
“Yes the sooner they adopt to the feminine the more easily they accept that is what your plans are for them.”
“She’s learned nearly all the submissive BDSM training positions and poses….attention, wall, at your service, inspection, kneel, ready to please, collar me, sex doll, humble every one has been drilled into her I simply say the word and she obeys….the same is true of her domestication…did I mention stool I enjoy it when she is in bra and panties tights and heels while on all fours with my legs using her as a stool to rest on.”
“I see I trained you well Lady Renaissance. Say we’re still on to see your niece’s little league game later then visit Matilda your GM at Tawny Kitten Tavern right?”
“Yes and yes I knew she was feeling a little down after hearing that the Irish feminist icon Marian Finucane she loved had passed so lets go there tonight to help cheer her up. The woman does a marvelous job staying on top of things. These last couple of years it’s allowed me to become who I am and not worry about the tavern...besides tonight is Cd's thursday's.”
The design of the leaf now all gone Joan took a long sip before talking again about the obnoxious male once named Nate Pennerton that she’d turned into a submissve t-gurl.
“To see how lovely she looks with her perky breasts hanging down well there is nothing like having a pair of breasts to make a male forget all about how he was before. It was as though she was heaven sent for a new Dominatrix in need of a pupil…I mean back when she thought of herself as a he on the run from the mob made the initial training flow easier. I’ve named her Emily…..”
The hum of Kendra’s phone made it move and vibrate on the table.
“I have to take this Joan…it may be a bit occupy yourself for a few minutes…interests rates never sleep.”
A brief close of her eyes she opened them to look at how the cap-sleeved top clearly showed off her muscled up arm. Her finger slid in to adjust the strap of the over the shoulder boulder of a bra.
His arm and hand holding as pair of hardcover books to his chest the male approached hoping the chairs and table was soon to be open.
Without speaking Joan let her eyes roam up and down giving a brief 10 second look or so directly at his crotch. He felt a wave of objectification flow over him his eyes never leaving hers he turned slightly as if to show off his cute butt in the tight jeans. The free hand joined the other delicate looking one to hold the books against his chest a little tighter as though shielding it. A soft effeminate smiled appeared just as he shook the hair with highlights off his forehead.
Joan still had spoken a word. A nervous smile came on his face taking a pen out he scribbled something on the napkin. Though near her age he came off looking immature.
“I’m sorry Ms. I thought perhaps you may be leaving…my mistake please excuse me…”
He took a half breath as though he was hoping to find the courage to say it.
“….I don’t know if you date boys like me but here’s my number.”
The following smile was a defense mechanism designed to have him come across as harmless while he laid the napkin with the number near her. She thought how he was a few years younger then her yet referred to himself as boy.
Joan hadn’t said one word yet she knew her energy conveyed a sense of power if not female superiority as she watched him walk away in search of another table. Like a moth drawn to the light her feminine alpha-ness attracted one who was weaker then her. The thought swam across her mind ‘Kendra I have you to thank for how I am now’.
"Who was that cutie?"
Kendra grinned after saying it.
"Just another secret male admirer these days I attract all types. i think it's my energy field I've learned to master."
A more serious look on her face Kendra stared at Joan.
"That and the fact the male creature is evolving for the better....a certain feminine side to them is becoming more visible ...Read a book by Sara Pascoe called Sex, Power Money.She discusses an array of things and talks a little about evolution. The earliest female humans learned survival tactics such as be wary of males from new tribes, pair with a male that can protect you and copulate hidden from the view so as not to excite unwanted males.'
"I would argue many of today's females no longer practice these and the need for protection is in question too. Women kept uneducated were saddled with ignorance living under the boot-heel's of the male yet now many out earn the male today. As women come to dominate the workplace male's will become less necessary and more passive and docile like that sweetie just now."
"They have lost jobs that used to require physicality. 13 out of 15 job-growth areas have women dominating the employee rolls. Living in the age of information and anxiety commerce often requires much less physical prowess....sure there are plenty of alpha's out there doing brick laying, iron work, construction what have you yet look around many male looks like they've never seen the inside of a health club...there is a strain that is growing of males becoming feminine, weaker and accepting it.... that lovely cutie just now making eyes at you, why he likely would have no objection to be sitting on your lap while we discuss business and matters of import."
" for all we know he was attracted not only by your beautiful look and lovely breasts but also by those muscled arms of yours. Ever increasing the more women become the breadwinner the term house husband is just a cover.... lets call them what they called women....housewives. Mark my words the day of the T-gurl housewife is not far off."
Just then her phone buzzed.
"I've got to do it again...amuse yourself."
Elbow bent on the arm of the comfortable chair Joan let her chin rest in her hand looking out the window her mind went back to the first week Nate Pennerton pleaded with her to hide him.
The first day he was kept alone with hood on in the windowless small damp soundproof room. One may ask why the need for a hood. When made immobile their sight and hearing impaired even an alpha will drift to a gentle benign state after a few days when left with only their thoughts and feelings. The slightest sensation on the skin becomes heightened.
The anger he displayed acted as an energy drain only hastening his arrival sooner to a place she wanted him to go anyway. Bravado gives way to concern that in turn moves to submissiveness within a week or so.
The next morning she let him know some of the parameters of being under her watchful eye. Mistress Lorraine reminded him as she stood freshly washed in front of his secured body that was taking to releasing odor as it slumped. Having to stand had made him tired after a near sleepless night.
The piece itself looked like what a Vegas performer might use when throwing daggers at an attractive scantily clad woman tied to a large round board. The body spread eagle hands and legs with attached cuffs Joan rolled it momentarily so he was briefly upside down. Back upright as he listened every now and then he would jangle the wrists cuffs attached to the metal titanium piece.
“May I remind you it was your idea to be hidden so hidden you shall become. Yet let’s use this as a growth opportunity.”
“Yes Joan but why the shackles and this round thing whatever you call it.... I’m tired of being tied to it, I’m hungry I smell and I need something to eat and a shower then find a bed and get some real rest....I hardly slept last night.”
“Who said its day out?”
It was a statement that along with others would jumble his sense of normalcy. It makes one feel off when what they have taken for granted is lost. It feels odd when one forgoes a sense of time and day. He pondered what she had said the idea spinning away that he really knew what the day and time was became uncertain.
The slap was hard as it landed directly on his face. Until then Nate hadn’t realize she could pack a punch like that.
“You’ll no longer address me by that name….no, I’ll prefer something more appropriate ….you will respectfully call me Mistress Lorraine at all times until you hear different.”
A 2nd slap drove home her point causing him to yell out.
“Owe, that hurts.”
“Athletes have known it…..You’ll find pain can act as a source of motivation pet. Need I remind you I will have you grow and flourish in the days ahead yet it won’t be like how you think it will be…..no, I have a vision for you.”
Joan remained silent as she put the plastic jug to his penis head. Nate let out his urine discharge feeling disconcerted as he did so. A typical alpha male likes to stand legs slightly spread letting his pissing be a demonstration of his masculine assertiveness. The ritual removed in some ways he felt like a young toddler being attended to.
Mistress Lorraine lifted it back to his mouth forcing him to drink a little as she pinched his nose giving him no choice but to swallow as he took a breath.
“Now you can drink this when thirsty every day or take on a more accepting attitude and drink what I have prepared here. You’ll find in the days moving forward you are dependent on me for your sustenance…trust me you’ll think about what I’ve just said after I leave.”
Joan lifted the odd-looking back pack as she affixed it to the wall.
“The hydration pack is filled with water and nutrients and few other delights …let’s have it be a surprise yet in time you will thank me.”
A pinch to the waist had the woman smiling.
“We’ll lose this little fatness, I see you with a more healthier looking thinness perhaps even with an acquired fragile manner about you that relishes delicateness.”
It was true there was vitamin water within the popular reservoir or bladder like tool used by long distance runners. Also within was a mixture of testosterone blockers and female hormones to be tweaked once the mistress knew more of his blood work.
“Now your chastity cage…yes the days of you controlling its excitement by showing off stiffness will be behind you....perhaps other protrusions will develop that you'll take to highlighting.”
He had never seen one much less heard of a male chastity cage as he watched her slip the ringed metal piece onto his penis securing its lock with a key.
“Now I think we shall discuss your spankings and whipping’s. There are wooden paddles, switches and other implement’s and of course my talent with a bullwhip in situations its called for...can you picture being stung by the tip of a bullwhip?….here I’ll give you a demonstration.”
In horror he watched her snap, crackle and pop the tip of the 6’ whip most anywhere she wanted it to land. Joan saved her best trick for last putting a lit candle on a stool she snapped the piece only to have the wick be hit extinguishing the flame on the first attempt. From then on he looked at her with a new respect previously missing.
The routine remained the same for days gone uncounted. For sleep she would pull the ‘human dart board’ as she called it out a little to produce an angle. The fresh liquid diet would follow after the urine and bowel collection. A hand wash was becoming a delight. Three weeks in Nate offered no objection as he benignly watched his body hair being removed by crème. That was followed by a facial epilator that would slowly remove his hair follicles.
Over time she built the spankings up to the point 500 on each cheek was a minimum. The weaker he became the more he realized how muscled her body was to the point he knew she was physically stronger.
The morning two months later she rolled him out to see the rest of the basement. An array of discipline enhancing tools and equipment spread about he realized he was in a first class looking dungeon belonging to a professional Dominatrix.
“Yes my pet you can sleep in that lovely padded puppy cage if you please me…would you like that?....or have you grown use to being tied to your board?”
The response came out soft and gentle-like, the sunken cheekbones on his smooth face having taken on a level of cuteness to them he spoke.
“Yes Mistress Lorraine I would enjoy living out of ‘my’ puppy cage. I think the pad looks pretty with the flowers on it.”
Joan was amused clearly the female hormones were performing their magic it was something a young girl might say.
Dressed in a leather bustier that matched the black leather pants Joan held still removing the loosely worn leather jacket awash in silver buttons and decorative leather straps that accompanied the outfit. His eyes glanced down hoping to be released he took in the sight of her under the knee leather boots with 3” pointed heels.
Mistress Lorraine let her hand come up and graze along his smooth face. Pulling away she noticed it…he was staring at her manicured fingernails with their colored polish. She brought them nearer as her body moved to be next to his nakedness.
“Yes so pretty in their length and tapered look…femininity has it vanity requirements. Perhaps its time you experienced some…’
Her hand roamed along his thighs lifting up to glide across his smooth chest. He let out a soft moan.
“Maybe its time you were given baths or even a shower to replace your body wash with a cloth rag.…would my pet like that.”
The mere idea that he could have a warm shower or better still a hot bath ignited within his mind. He shook his head ‘yes’ only to find his hair that had acquired length fell down on his face.
“As you’ve learned I never do things half way pet….a different grooming regimen will bring you into a new world….one that is filled with new sensations and texture….of course should we move you to live out of ‘your’ puppy cage you’ll be leashed and collared moving on all fours much like any housebroken pet.”
Dominatrix Lorraine let her hand cup his ball-sac rolling the robin egg sized pieces gently.
“It’s been so long since these have been touched affectionately…”
“Eewww, eewww…..owe my cock…its pinching the end of ‘my’ cage.”
“When I think of a cock I view it as being stiff something more then 5” …anything less and it’s not a real cock…why yours isn’t even that…all I’ve seen it is as is a small mere inch and half maybe two if I’m generous. Here I’ll show you…where are those strap-on’s of mine? I'm looking to find 'black beauty' to drive home my point.”
It seemed to match her all black leather outfit, a minute or two had Mistress Lorraine returning wearing a 7’ black strap-on. Her hand glided back and forth along the thick girthed shaft as she approached standing in front of Nate. She looked like the kind of woman when her feet hit the ground in the morning the devil said ‘oh shit…she’s up’.
One hand caressing his balls the other running along the shaft of the strap-on she spoke.
“I see its length intrigues you…its girth as well…who ever said size doesn’t matter must have had a small and similar one to what exists between your legs…”
He looked wide-eyed at how different the strap-on cook was to his. Her hands gently rolling his balls she smiled on hearing him moan.
“Now let’s agree you don’t really have a cock do you?”
“Eewww, eewww no Mistress I was mistaken.”
“That’s fine my pet…. it is to be expected….can you say the word ‘clitty’?”
Nate nodded his head before speaking.
“Very nice...see you can be obedient…now can you say ‘my clitty’.”
Her hand sharply grabbed his ballsac.
Squeaking it out he replied.
The moment he admitted it she went back to caressing them.
Her feet shifted so she stood directly in front of him. He couldn’t help but look….Mistress Lorraine slid the stiff strap-on in between his legs.
“Can you imagine the joy one would feel being penetrated…”
Waiting briefly she added raising her voice
“…by this COCK.”
How many submissive women have been fucked while restrained made helpless to stop it?
Joan mimicked humping him sliding it back and forth between his legs.
“Yes one soon learns they enjoy feeling it…now me…I am an alpha woman… I control the situation….yet for others it often brings out a gentle yielding nature…especially in a submissive girl…..yes she’ll lie back and just take it…..”
It had been a few months since he had come horny as hell he could feel the arousal expanding.
“Now with me I like having a stiff cock on my hips….it feels quite natural.”
He openly was moaning out.
“Eeewwwww, eeeewwwww ooohhhhhh.”
Joan mashed her body close to his he couldn’t see it yet he could feel it sliding back and forth between his legs.
She let one hand pull down her bustier to reveal her amble breasts. They felt so good against his chest.
“Now a woman enjoys feeling her lovely breasts moving in unison to the fucking…don’t they look pretty?...oh yes …breasts I don’t know any women that doesn’t enjoy having them.”
It came out in a soft breathy voice.
“They’re so beautiful…”
“Yes they are pet …you think they look beautiful you should experience how it feels to have them…”
Mistress Lorraine remained silent for a minute or two concentrating as she slid the strap-on in and out.
Her mouth moved closed first lightly blowing in his ear she followed that with a whisper.
“Yes you always know when a girl is ready to climax….it comes out in a soft gentle passionate scream of a noise…she lets one know she is getting wet.”
Her body slammed even closer against his.
“Go ahead my pet…its just the two of us…it will help you to remember the day you accepted your collar you also were made wet from a cock…..do tell me you want to wear my collar I offer and I’ll make sure your clitty has its joy.”
“ohh, ohhh, ohhh please Mistress may I be collared?”
He got so turned on by saying it. He had never felt anything like it before….the feeling of submitting to Mistress Lorraine swept through his body.
“Can you picture how nice it would feel to have your own soft breasts…..you’d take such a delight it seeing how pretty your areolas and nipples look...of course you would need to wear a pretty bra......and whats a brassiere without matching panties too.”
That was it ….her last bit of words put him over the edge.
“Please collar me Mistress….I want to wear your collar……eeewwww, eeewwwwwwww, eeeewwwwww,….my clitty….ohhhhh, ohhhhh. I’ll be good…..ooohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh…my clitty its ohhhhhhh, oooohhhhhh my clitty is getting wet……eeeeeewwwwwwww.”
Soft penis and all he never knew he could come so nice like that.
The warm shower felt amazing hands cuffed behind him he sat on the tiered tile and watched as she lathered him up with scented bodywash. Joan took extra care in washing his hair following it using conditioner. Lifting his hand up after drying him she took in the sight of his nails. It took a few minutes yet she was pleased with the contour she made of them finishing by applying clear polish along each one.
A point to the floor had him on all fours awaiting the metal collar he saw on the white porcelain sink. A shake with his head had the hair of the ponytail move to glance along his cheek. The metal collar snapped on letting the d-ring in front hang loose.
“Now a collar says many things about a relationship pet. For us it represents the acknowledgment you are my submissive and I am your superior Mistress….I will protect you I will guide you and I will educate you…..Lift that butt and I’ll affix your humbler.”
The single word came out as she pulled his dick and balls back locking on the humbler piece that looked like it was invented in the dark ages.
“Very good time for your kitten mittens pet…you’ll love how soft they feel on the inside while they’ll protect your skin.”
Her hand ran along his bottom cheeks.
“Pet this has all the makings of becoming a pretty butt….it seems as though you’re developing a certain roundness to it.’
Mistress Lorraine stood up biting her lower lip momentarily she bent and clipped on the metal leash before leading him out.
Nate discovered he would only be allowed small strides on all fours without causing discomfort to his balls pulled back. He knew better then to even contemplate rising to stand tall like many a male enjoys doing.
Walking the length of the room Mistress Lorraine felt her pride swelling the woman finally had a submissive pet of her own that she could shape in to the image and likeness of a t-gurl.
Inside the cage was a bowl of water yet outside was one filled with oatmeal mush. It would be the new delivery device to fill his body with estrogen and the other female hormones that would over take his body’s endocrine network. A look up had her pet dropping his head to slurp out the contents relieved to finally having something close to a real meal.
Dominatrix Lorraine would bring the pain and Lady Renaissance would bring the softness. If one was curious as to the difference between the two they merely needed to the look at the day a few months later she informed him he would have ‘her mark’ left on his body.
“Continued good behavior on your part will decide…..shall I use a talented tattoo artist or will you simply be branded with hot metal seared into your rump like a common farm animal.”
Her pet of a male knew which one he wanted.
She let her hand glide along the lengthy hair held back in the ponytail.
“Tell me pet have you wondered what clothing and under garments would feel like…your skin has taken a softness to it so they should be something that comforts.”
Kneeling sitting up while she sat reading the Wall Street journal he waited, into the 4th week of his ‘new clothing’ he was learning to enjoy the feeling of lingerie and heels. Served in what looked more like a long stemmed martini glass he held still holding her morning orange juice. His long hair was free flowing as it fell along both sides of his head down past his shoulders. Fishnet stay-ups held in place, 3” black pumps on along with a pair of the black hipster panties and matching waist-cincher provided his look.
Lady Renaissance would take a sip then have him hold waiting for her next one as she returned to checking market figures. He felt proud he had graduated to wearing maids uniforms though times of errors had him bound hands behind his back. A mouth gag in place resting on his cute rump on a cushion he would stare into the large mirror while contemplating how to perform his domestic duties better. The feeling that came with wearing a bra was expanding as he sensed he was starting to fill out the padded cups.
Dominatrix Lorraine looked devastatingly dominant the morning she was to let him know…. branding or tattoo?
A mere 132 pounds a body made thin and lithe he stood on his knees wearing a latex corset of royal blue. His chest held a pair of b-cup breasts that felt like they were still growing. He’d grown partial to the different types of fishnet stockings and wore the smaller version with a pair of his royal blue matching 3” high heels. Lessons in vanity now had him skilled enough with makeup he could create a pretty feminine look to his face while also having developed a flair for keeping his long hair styled looking lovely.
She held a ‘cat-o-nine’ tail’s riding crop with one hand as her free hand lifted her pets face by the chin. She saw the male she'd turned t-gurl fill his eyes with loyal devotion.
1, 2, 3 minutes of silence went by without either saying a word. Finally Lady renaissance gave her decision.
“It’s to be Emily…your new name…we’ll have it ‘tattoo’d on your bikini line as a reminder….perhaps a floral look surrounding it. Now in behind I’ve worked up a pretty design for your lower back.”
His head briefly shook reminding him of the dangling hoop earrings in the pierced ears he acquired the same day his nipples were pierced. His eyes closed relieved he wasn’t to be branded by a red hot searing metal instrument made for such.
“Thank you my Mistress…..Lady Renaissance.”
The woman said one word.
Her t-gurl Emily dropped into the BDSM slave position having learned how to do all of them. Barely lurching on each hit no sound came out as she felt the sting of the tip as the cat-o-nine tails whip came down time after time. Emily’s mind went through the litany over and over as though a form of meditation…my Mistress loves me…my Mistress protects me…my Mistress knows what’s best for me……my Mistress owns me’.