The disturbing sight at seeing Oscar at the prison fresh in her mind she pulled her Mint-green Jaguar into the private driveway. Sitting down quickly thanking her for meeting on a Saturday Dominique looked at her therapist Dana.
“Dominque you really think the appeal is going to over-turn the ruling.”
“Our lawyer said it’s going to happen…they’ll reduce it too time served…..seems they over looked a key piece of evidence not disclosed in discovery by the prosecutor. What do you think about what I’ve told regarding Oscar?”
“Look Dom…if you can have an open mind about it there is nothing wrong with being in a Female Led Relationship with your husband turned trans. I encourage all my women patients to have a FLR taking control of their marriage. Having said that there is no better way to do that than replacing toxic masculinity with femininity.”
“First off upon his release you’ll have complete control over the finances. Keep him at home there is plenty of housework to occupy him. With you making lots of money and him on HRT make a wife of him. I think with you in charge your days will be filled with contentment and tranqulity….”
Biting her lip playfully Dana smiled afterwards.
“Besides tender, sensitive t-girls make the most romantic of all lovers…mark my words you’ll have a ball being the queen of your castle….why one day I’ll hear you say…’my wife…I think I’ll keep her.”
Taking a shower with the other former husbands Veronica thought back briefly to her time 3 years previous in the prison shower room. Dismissing the musing she brought her focus to the present.
“Were you able to find enough pom-poms Lorena…isn’t it fun…we get to be cheerleaders for the day while our Domina’s enjoy themselves watching the big game.”
"Maybe we'll get to give some blow jobs to those dreamy looking male strippers."
Veronica bent her head back letting the shower water run down over her clean hair. She just loved the feel of her c-cups breasts as the warm water glided over them. Alice’s Lorena crowded in under the shower-head with Janet’s Candace joining her and Veronica.
“Look at you silly gurls….you’re lucky you’ve been made into housewives by your women…these days you’d never survive in the business world….Come now there’s work to be done to prepare for our party.”
Veronica smiled back
“Hello Ms. Dana…Yes Ma’am we’ll be right there.”
“Dry your hair off and meet me in the bedroom and we’ll go over assignments.. …now I want you to be nice to my friend Rachel’s wife Amber…she’s new to our group so make her feel welcome.”
“Yes Ms. Dana we’ll be nice…is she going to be a cheerleader too.’
Candace playfully pinched Lorena’s butt cheek as she spoke to Dana. A weak sissy slap from her fingers sent her way from Lorena had all three t-girls giggling again.
“Candy…please…..I’m trying to be serious.”
Dismissing the frivolity by ignoring it the woman replied.
“No Lorena her Domina Rachel will have her wife Amber in a cute bunny outfit serving drinks….lets have all of you out and drying off…you’ll do your makeup after your chores are done….there will be lots of guests here today for the big game so let’s get started.”
So used to obeying chirping in unison the three answered ‘yes Ma’am’.
The alpha woman’s hand ran along the sloping skin,,,the curves were there. Moving to the twin globes it gently touched…the roundness was there too on the pretty bottom…slipping up from one side to the other it slid across…the thinness was there on a tapered waistline…the looseness called out…inside the milky fluidness made them slosh seductively…it was the way a pair of breasts are supposed to move free of satin-like confinement that comes in having to wear a bra made lovely embroidered in lace and ruffle trim.
In the past the penis stiffness was treated as though a pulsating love-hammer but now hidden behind a band of triangular silkiness it was taken to being highly sensitive. The skin within its borders as it pointed was delicate to the touch much like pedals on a flower….just as the surrounding base of smooth hairlessness was on the mound it lifted up from.
A picture of t-girl beauty at its finest the creature yearned to be mounted that Sunday morning.
A year and a half earlier in the hallway of the office of the company Rachel had helped build the woman could feel her anger rising on hearing it.
‘I’ll tell you guys who the boss in our marriage will be…you’re looking at him. If I say I want a blow job than that’s the way it is…same with being laid…why all I have to do is roll her over on her back and tell her to spread. Once this engagement ends and we tie the knot I’ll expect it to be the same way.”
Jack looked at Tom as Jerry spoke.
“As for cleaning the house that’s women’s work right?”
Tom looked at him.
“Geez Jerry I’m married and I have to help out…women are different these days.”
Sitting in the office lunchroom Tom and Jack’s eyes lifted on seeing Rachel turn the corner.
“Like I said boys I’ll be the boss…she’ll be the hot babe in the Babydolls and panties.”
It came out at the same time from the two looking at her ‘Hi Rachel’.
Jerry turned unsure as to how much she heard.
A terse smile on her face she looked at her fiancé.
“Let’s talk out in the hallway…..now.’
Rachel Barnes always had the intelligence and drive to know she’d be successful in business. Wicked smart when it came to numbers at 45 the senior executive had guided herself to be one of three candidates for the top spot.
The woman had always had a bit of the cougar-Milf on the prowl in her it was why she had selected a male 13 years younger, weaker and smaller than her 5’10” frame. Blessed with a pair of milky d-cup size breasts that added to her vivaciousness she oozed with a subtle undercurrent of confident dominance whether in the boardroom or bedroom.
Her finger pointing to his chest Jerry listened to her talking ‘I heard it …all of it…we’ll be discussing things tonight at home’.
Jerry Wilson spent the rest of the afternoon nervously waiting part of him felt lucky he had happened to work at an out of town convention meeting Rachel two years earlier. The 2nd evening she bedded Jerry and kept him in mind for harmless promotions that would keep him near where she could keep an eye on him preventing him from straying from the herd of her influence.
A bit of a mismatch part of his appeal to Rachel was that he had a shallowness. She had enough intellectual challenges at work then to want to be together discussing more at home.
The truth was Jerry didn’t make enough to maintain the lifestyle he had being with Rachel. Sitting on the couch in the den of the home she owned the last thing he wanted was to break up.
Skilled at psychological tactics the woman knew he’d feel even more insecure perhaps even vulnerable if he was kept naked for their ’talk’. Her text instructed him to ‘remove all clothing and wait for me in the den’.
Walking out of the kitchen a glass of chardonnay in her hand Rachel sent a shot across the bow to start things off.
“Maybe this is all a mistake…perhaps it’s wrong that we should be married.”
It was enough to keep him silent confirming fear is the price one pays for trespassing into the future as he envisioned living without her. Taking the initiative Rachel continued.
“…And what was that comment about ‘Babydolls’ and panties…do you know what it feels like to always have to keep yourself pretty….it’s a lot more than slapping some lipstick on buster….not to mention what we have to wear as women under our clothing. How would you like it if you ‘had’ to wear panties and lingerie all the time.”
She let the comment hang in the air.
It’s human nature …try not to think about something and you end up thinking about it. Seconds after he heard it Jerry pictured himself wearing panties. The thing was it wasn’t the first time he had given thought to it. The way Rachel looked walking around in her expensive lingerie had always turned him on. So much of a woman her look was far different than the ‘girls’ he had gone out with before meeting her.
Together the two watched his 5” dick grow hard. Quick with potent thoughts playing the long game she immediately had the idea.
“Keep your hands off it…it better be hard when I get back.”
The laundry room off the kitchen had the basket sitting on the dryer. As she picked the pair of panties off the top she considered how it was always her that ended up doing the laundry.
The confrontation was brief.
“Put them on…it’s time you learn a few things.”
Jerry stood up slipping the panties into place as she went on.
“Either this engagement is over and you leave or you wear what I want you to wear. Tomorrow or the next day with me there you will tell your two mates you in fact are not in charge of our relationship…is that clear?....and one more thing buddy boy it’s going to be more than panties and you can expect some changes around here the closer we get to our wedding day.”
Rachel moved close rubbing the panties she kissed him deeply to remind him he had never had the sex as good as he did with her. Hoping for more than a kiss he was dismayed when her heard Rachel say ‘sleep on the couch…if you’ve decided to stay come into my bed early in the morning otherwise I’ll expect you to be gone when I come down to the kitchen’.
Walking away she turned
“…and don’t even think about masturbating tonight….don’t take me for an idiot I’ve made a fortune in the tech world I know all about your surfing habits…we’ll be discussing that in the days ahead as well….unsupervised wanking is the same as cheating.”
Her nose picked up his scent as he slipped under the covers. Tip-toeing into the bedroom Jerry felt sad seeing his side of the bed untouched. The panties in place after the early morning shower he looked Rachel in the eye.
“I’m so sorry Rachel…I can’t live without you…I know you’re the boss…I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.”
“Very good pet…”
Hearing him called ‘pet’ spurred his mind to thinking about sex.
“Can I climb between your legs?”
“Yes but not for what you’re thinking.”
Women’s bodies are amazing especially for one like Rachel who hadn’t neglected to strengthen her arm muscles. They can twist and turn or pirouette with grace not to mention the allurement of their vagina’s and breasts and lovely faces.
Rachel’s leg flat she lifted at the waist pulling the ‘Hermes’ silk scarf off the bedpost. Seconds later his hands tied behind his back Rachel guided his head down so he had almost no choice but to lick at her pussy. His tutorial in vagina worship and its power was to begin in earnest.
The noted female supremacist Elise Sutton has written about it eloquently as quoted.
‘The act of a male orally servicing a woman does in fact make him more submissive.
Psychologically, a male who becomes accustomed to humbling himself before his Queen and focuses on pleasuring her orally will begin to become comfortable in the submissive role. The scent and taste of a woman's juices can become addicting to a male and the position of being between a woman's legs is a peaceful and tranquil place for a man. Orally pleasuring a woman is both a sexual and spiritual experience for a male. It is an act of humility, adoration, worship and selflessness. Such an experience effects the psyche of a man and causes him to become more docile and submissive toward his Queen.
In addition to the psychological and spiritual aspects to a male orally servicing a woman, there is also scientific research that concludes that there are biological reasons that causes a male to become submissive and obedient to a woman he orally services. The strictly female substance, copulins, which is found in female vaginal secretions, has been shown to cause a male to become submissive toward a woman.
While I am more of an expert on the psychological aspects of FemDom, there are those who study FemDom from the biological. More and more research is being done to try to understand the sexual power that women have over men. Sandra Morrishaun, PhD, (Professor of Hormonology and Human Behavior, University of Chicago) has done extensive research on the biological effects of the female chemical, copulins. According to Dr. Morrishaun, copulins "disguise" themselves as the male's polypeptides, which are neurotransmitters--the link of communication between the hypothalamus and the rest of the brain and body. Because copulins are more "aggressive" than polypeptides, they easily supplant the host's neurotransmitters. Moreover, copulins appear to be addictive.
Dr. Morrishaun believes that when the female substance copulins (which resides in female vaginal secretions) is transmitted from female to male, the male's brain is completely open to the female's input. Anything a woman says to her mate becomes his own thoughts. She calls it marital mind-control and she believes that copulins are Mother Nature's way of creating a chemical bond between the male and female and that this female chemical causes the male to become submissive to the female.
I've been asked (by a number of people) for my thoughts on the power of copulins. Truthfully, I am not an expert on Hormonology or Biology. I examine the psychology of female dominance and male submission. But I do believe that the dominance of women is the design of nature. Therefore, I do believe that there are biological, psychological and spiritual aspects to the superiority of women. Nature has given women sexual power over men.
This we do know, the act of a male orally pleasuring a woman has a subduing effect on a male. The male becomes more submissive and the woman who is regularly serviced becomes more aggressive and more dominant. We also know that most men love the effect this activity has on them mentally. Orally pleasing a woman is a tranquil and peaceful experience to the man who is truly worshipping the woman he is serving. I believe the biological, the psychological and the spiritual all work in harmony as it touches the male in his body, mind and spirit. And the end result is the female gaining in pleasure, power and dominance; just as Nature intended’.
Jerry licked away at her pussy having shied away from it in the past somehow in felt different this time. Taming the wild beast out of a male was something Rachel had always enjoyed. The fact she had chosen Jerry because of his weaker aspects compared to hers spoke to her quest for power.
20 minutes in confident the female copulin neurotransmitters had taken hold the words started to flow.
“That’s it baby…just see how wonderful my juices taste…yes you like them…you know you’ve been bad but your forgiveness lies in your obedience…from now on moving forward I’ll be your Domina and you’ll be my lovely pet…at work it’ll be Ms. Rachel…..ohhh very nice….yes just like that….sooo slowly…see you’re enjoying yourself….so gentle so placid….so docile…remind yourself you like feeling like this….we’ll be doing this frequently…consider it part of your education on the path to obedience and acceptance……say yes Domina Rachel.”
Wet with fluid Jerry’s mouth lifted as he smiled at her. ‘Yes Domina Rachel’ slipped out as the woman guided his mouth back down between her valley of joy and contentment.
“Look at how pretty it is…let your inner voice repeat what you hear….it’s so pretty…it’s so lovely…it feels nice being a woman…we get to where the prettiest things…yes it will feel nice wearing your panties today….”
Her words took on a hypnotic effect registering deep within his subconscious.
“Femininity is so fun….it feels good being a pretty girl…..very nice my pet…you like obeying your Domina….so wet so enticing….it’s such a lovey flower….it feels so good ….yes you have a pretty tongue so soft so gentle…such beautiful lips…it feels good having them wet and glistening with a shimmer…”
Rachel pitch-forked her fingers into his hair holding his head still. Her hips began swiftly rotating her vagina up and down along his mouth. Her free hand slipped to flick the bean gently rubbing the nub of a clit.
The woman thought it best she not scream-out this time biting her lip she allowed the feeling of the climax to silently spread throughout her body. Wondering afterwards with her legs still clamped against his head she considered just how long she wanted him to grow his hair out.
Standing in front of the office building’s elevator Jerry looked at Rachel in the reflection of the shining surface as though it was a mirror.
“Do you think anyone can tell?”
“No pet….look straight ahead for yourself…I don’t see any hint of the panties.”
He first looked to see if anyone was standing at the elevator with them hoping they hadn’t heard her call him ‘pet’.
“Yea…I guess your right Ms. Rachel.”
Letting him walk into the elevator first she smiled at seeing the back of the beige slacks clearly displaying the panty-lines. Holding the door open at his floor she reminded him.
“Work on what you’ll tell them and let me read it first then we’ll have me come down and be done with it putting it behind us pet.”
Once more Jerry looked around cringing a little to see of anyone heard her use ‘pet’.
They were just a simple pair of panties yet they said so much. A pretty solitary small bow of red in the center of the panty-waist Jerry nervously decided to sit to pee seeking the comfort of the closed door.
Instead of making it go hard all day as he thought it might he instead found the satin-like feel made his penis retreat shrinking into a shell like a turtle.
“Say did you hear the Lightening Strikers cut Jones off the squad.’
The booming masculine voice grew louder as the male went to stand at the urinals across from the three doors in the toilet.
“No shit…I liked him…say what’s that noise it sounds like some broad’s tinkling her pee out.”
Jerry took a fright looking down his panties at his ankles he wondered if they could be seen through the lower opening. Lifting them above out of harms way he did his best to work up a masculine coughing jag.
Having seen Rachel do it he padded himself dry wadding up a hand full of tissue. Hitting the handle he couldn’t explain why but as the soiled water swirled down the drain he had the thought ….’it feels so nice to be a woman’.
He went over it a few times scratching out a couple of the sentences on the pad of paper…hey guys I need to straighten you out on something…Rachel’s really the one in charge of our relationship…she is older and smarter and makes more than I do so I was out of line when I spoke…it’ll be like that when we’re married too’.
Rachel read the text and was pleased replying ‘that’s fine…I’ll be down at 3’.
Tom and Jack a hint of mild apprehension on their mind’s stood still as Jerry and Rachel walked towards them. They knew Rachel was powerful enough within the company she could think up a reason to have them sacked if she wanted to.
The two co-workers were glad to walk away after Tom displaying the backbone of a mouse had said ‘it’s the same way in my marriage too…my woman is in charge Ms. Rachel’.
Near the elevator Rachel pulled Jerry into the lady’s washroom ready to move one of her chess pieces. The handicap stall open Jerry was told to lower his pants. At first he thought it was a ‘spot-check’ to see if he was still in his panties. The slack’s at his ankles as he held his shirt up he watched Rachel slip on to his penis the unusual looking metal piece. Her phone out she listened for the blue-tooth link to sound out.
It was the latest thing created by ‘Qiui cellmate chastity’ his penis was locked in a chastity cage that utilized cell-phone blue tooth technology to keep it locked. A keyless design it was a remote controlled device by an App intelligent lock.
“We’ll try this out….I do have others in mind that may provide a better look. Just think….I no longer have to worry whether you’re playing with yourself when I’m. not around.”
“Can I ask?...how long to I have to wear this?”
“As long as necessary I suppose.”
The riddle of an answer left him baffled.
End of part 6 …