6 weeks earlier he couldn’t have recalled the last time he had done housework. The fancy clothing gone living in her home he was kept to ankle length yoga leggings or shorts and tops and t-shirts. It was as though he was a knight that had lost his armor of protection clothing can be as the days moved along.
Crooking her index finger Bill moved to stand in front of her while she sat.
“Sweetie take off those yoga leggings and top.”
The subtle power of influence of a woman often comes in programming the male mind with her words and demeanor without him consciously realizing it. There are plenty of married woman that have trained their husbands to the point they simply do what they are told after months or more accurately years of living with them.
His eyes looked at what was next to her as she brushed imaginary lint off her skirt with both hands.
Katherine's eyes saw that he had lowered his sweats to his knees with him in the hope that she was going to take off his chastity cage and wank him like that first Saturday.
“What did I tell you, the way you made my bed this morning is unacceptable. I have added it to the list of the other many domestic failings this past month or so. You were married…twice if I am correct. I’m quite certain your wife caught hell from you for not doing things the way you liked. This is no different I want what I want the way I want it.”
The idea he was going to get his rocks off disappeared as her comment registered.
“I said all the way off. This is what I mean you don’t listen instead you go off half- cocked thinking you’ve heard the instructions yet have not. You need to have some thing that will remind you to do things correctly.”
Katherine held up by the waistband the pair of lace panties with ruffled trim at the leg openings. Bill had ironed the pair that morning taking note of the name ‘Bridgett’ written in red script against the white background sitting above the leg opening on the left side. Being told to do it made him wonder how many women put an iron to their underwear eliminating any creases.
His heart dropped as his thoughts spun round in his mind ‘I’m going to be put in panties?…with a camisole that matches...and that name …is she going to be calling me that?
“That ugly pair of underwear….off…honestly I don’t see how you males can wear something like that, don’t you realize the benefit of treating your privates with care and gentleness…..well no matter you soon will.”
Unsure how to respond Bill remained silent. A hint of terror flickering in them his eyes lifted when he got a glimpse of the new chastity cage. Truth be told he did it once. Carefully he’d slipped out of the one he wore and carefully put it back on after rubbing one out. Katherine had known about it all along a simple click pulled up the page with her go-pro camera feeds located hidden throughout her home.
Katherine held the chastity piece opening it up he saw a series of spikes in the inner part of the metal restriction. Moving it she let him touch the semi-sharp spikes.
“Careful sweetie its capable of drawing blood when too close to something so thin skinned.”
It sent a shiver down his spine to hear her as he pulled back slightly.
“Does that thing do what I think it does.”
“Clinically they’re called erection inhibitors limiting unwanted stimuli while conditioning….and this rounded piece here prevents any effort at removing it. It’s suggested one not try to remove or they will test pain thresholds.”
A smile of superiority as though a Grand Master at chess who’d made a critical move on the board came on her face.
“Now if you mean bringing one to focus on lessons to be learned while dampening down urges then yes it does. It brings out obedience and attentiveness to a higher power…in between vows of silence stretches…Gregorian Monks have chanted to the heavens to acquire much the same for centuries.”
Katherine held the panties up once more for him to see. Thinking the look of the penis cage reminded him of a lobster claw as she clamped it shut before turning the lock Bill knew what she expected. Tempered with red nail varnish her index finger ran along highlighting the name ‘Bridgett’.
15 minutes earlier she was on the phone with Mistress Kendra.
“Communication and terminology and protocols yes I agree Kendra the dynamic is put in play for a purpose…a power exchange evolves and increases the more one accepts his status.”
Her eyes glanced down at the shoe to see the strap had come loose from the strappy heel.
“Yes honey first one foot then the other while I pull them up into place.”
The satin-like feel of the high-waisted panties captured his balls. Katherine reached out and gave a gentle caress.
“Shall I continue?"
Anything to spike his arousal he wanted to avoid.
“That’s ok Maam maybe another time if you don’t mind.”
The woman couldn’t help yet think the chastity cage was already paying dividends no male ever refuses having his balls caressed by a female.
“Fine then, would you be a dear and fix my strap.”
He knelt at her feet a few misses had him slipping the strap into the opening. Lifting her foot she pointed her toe. It was to be a direct demonstration of her authority.
Her other leg spread out seconds later to give off a panty tease with her skirt hiked up a touch. Wafting out from under the skirt the aroma of her vagina lifted free. A submissive feeling flowed through Bill as he bent and kissed her toe.
”Very nice…you’ll find in the weeks ahead assisting me in dressing will become a regular item on your lists. Speaking of that lets have you raise your arms and we’ll slip this camisole on and talk about your new clothing.”
His frame was already thinning out from the smoothie mixes laden with HRT and a strict diet of protein, vitamins and roughage.
“It feels nice doesn’t it?”
He had to admit the soft slickness felt cool on his hairless upper body. Katherine learned like putting a frog in cool water and gradually heating it the animal would remain in place without jumping free.
She did much the same when denuding a male subject being trained into submission. Remove hair from the legs move to the chest a few weeks later underarms added shortly after that and soon he was participating in a feminine ritual that was part of time-honored female grooming regimen.
“You are in panties and a cami for a reason. Let’s picture a two columns one side is masculine habits and clothing and on the other is feminine ones of the same. Now you haven’t met the housecleaning standards I wish of you every time you disappoint in your effort to learn about what a female goes through we’ll take something off your masculine list and add something from the feminine column as way of motivating you to do better.”
“You learn to communicate with me while accepting protocols putting a more feminine perspective in that little mind of your.”
Her finger tapped his forehead as she smiled.
"You’ll learn to communicate using terminology of a more feminine nature. Say ‘yes Domina Katherine’.”
He repeated the three words she asked.
“There see I have introduced new terminology Bridgett.”
“Bridgett…can you softly say my name is Bridgett?”
Katherine let her hand gently cup his balls through the satin panties gently caressing the softness. He could feel his penis starting to become aroused.
“My name is Bridgett.”
“Very good Bridgett.”
Lady Katherine spread her legs as her index finger pulled back the panties from the side. Her hand holding the panties back the same finger slid along the puffiness of her lips bringing a glistening wetness out to grace their appearance.
“Tell me Bridgett what do you know about pussy worship…stare at its beauty the longer you look the more you’ll realize how much of a pretty flower it resembles …are you aware vagina secretions are highly addictive?”
The reptilian brain always seems to lurk right below the surface of the male mind. Most anything to do with sex activates it often shuddering out access to the conscious mind.
Rational thinking disappears like vapor with a male vowing to do near anything to satiate the expanding desire. Women have known it forever many a wife uses it to get a husband to commit to tasks in return for the access she grants to the holiest of her holies.
“We’ll talk about it later for now kiss my lips as a sign of your devotion…you’ll be doing it every day.”
Leaning forward he married his lips to those of her vagina’s with no idea the act would help lead Bridgett to total devoutness.
Since the age of 12 when his octave changed Barry Talleymur had the kind of silky smooth masculine voice that was meant to be on radio. His father had turned dead-beat dad after a confrontation with his son Barry. Large chested Barry stood in between the father and mother before hauling off and letting fly with a fist to protect his mom. Divorced from the father the two lived together with Barry vowing to lift them out of their lower middle-class lifestyle one day.
Growth spurts and weight-lifting had Barry grow to 6’5” with a thick neck and broad shoulders he presented a menacing look when needed. In College he was a tele-communications major that included radio time on the university’s station while playing football on a scholarship. Good enough to be drafted he put 7 years in playing pro ball while often being glib enough to be on local sports-talk radio shows.
Rookie contracts had limiting parameters yet the 2nd contract he’d signed came with a big payout. So often athletes make the youthful mistake of choosing high-priced automobiles, flashy bling jewelry and the like that go with life in the fast-lane instead of the practical choices of diversified investments that create consistent revenue streams. Barry’s wise choices were enough for him to buy his mother a condo by the lake.
The smart investing in place he knew he was near set for life and able to pursue his true passion of being on radio. Making industry contacts he'd made the shift to his real love being a cool-voiced air-jock playing new age and jazz songs letting his knowledge of music and other things come out in between song tracks.
An avid reader of literature his den office at home was lined with 4 ceiling high large book shelves along one wall. What separated him from many was that he actually had read all the books filling the shelves. A quest for knowledge driving him no matter the genre he could find something of value in most if he came from the perspective that the author’s words and meaning mattered enough to be printed.
He found himself going down the rabbit hole of BDSM-centric material in a search to learn more Barry couldn’t explain why he’d developed a fetish linking bondage and dominant women.
His female therapist had it as a power-discipline thing as she concluded one of their sessions she let him hear her wisdom on the subject.
“It’s why you wanted a female psychiatrist....you like having woman tell you how to run your life. It’s origin probably comes from protecting your mother but obeying her also. You’ve done well to lose the extra weight playing ball requires, so many keep it on and become fat ex-jocks and stay that way relishing their celebrity of having once played professional sports.”
“You are healthy and trim and fit yet here you are a large strapping muscled up male and I’m a mere 5’ 4” giving you advice that you’ll act on. It’s not going away so you might as well embrace the need to have a dominant female in your life…these days there are social media outlets outside the societal norms…I suggest you find some to help satiate your desires.”
“Ok times up for this session Barry…you are a gentle soul and good person shall we end as we usually do? I know how much you like our good-byes.”
“Yes Maam, thank you.”
Barry dropped to his knees and kissed the leather boots she’d intentionally worn.
The music industry is an intersection of those with celebrity and wealth radio personalities included. Known for throwing some of the best parties it attracted many of the ‘in-crowd’ from other walks of life.
Mistress Kendra found herself at a holiday gathering of such a few years back or so with her eye for talent she spotted Barry right off. By the end of the night the woman decided to welcome him into her world of trained submissive male’s knowing he’d likely make for a good bull-stud that could present as an alpha when needed.
Saddling up to Barry as he spoke with her friend Marian Kendra looked him in the eye. Marian took the hint lifting her flute she gave the empty glass a wave.
“Off to the ladies room and a last refill…careful Barry she’s captured many a heart.”
The woman almost added the words ‘and soul’ to her comment.
Without batting her eyelashes Kendra spoke.
“I can see such possibilities besides you look like you’d enjoy being captured.”
It was enough to have her win the stare down. Looking back at her he felt drawn in to her vortex of feminine energy. Kendra dropped her hand broken at the wrist. Holding it out she waited for Barry to kiss it. At 6’5” to her 5’11” he bent his head to kiss her hand.
‘Yes Maam’ Came out as he lifted up.
“That’s yes Mistress…Mistress Kendra.”
Made of padded Italian leather the piece affixed to the wall had leather covering wooden blocks that were a good foot off the ground. Rotating around cushioned cuffs were spaced out that was capable of securing anyone preventing any extensive movement on their part.
Barry’s arms strained testing the tightness as she secured the last ankle strap. Both legs and arms were made still 3 padded restraints on each body part held against the leather wall piece. The posture collar in place limiting his head’s movement in some ways he looked like a live sculpture one would see at a hip art gallery.
The woman reached out to slice off the banana-hammock styled underwear making him completely nude. Two clips using the scissors had the male genital covering falling to the floor.
The size of it even impressed a woman who wasn’t very often taken aback. Her hand rolled the ball-sac through her fingers knowing a males scrotum as it tightened is what brought sustained erections.
“This needs to be measured pet.”
The moment Barry heard the word ‘pet’ his penis started getting lift off. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed putting a look of feminine superiority once more on her face.
Walking away Kendra came back with a cloth tape measure before moving to stroke the cock. His instinct being what it was he tried to test the restraints holding his body to the wall.
“Yes soooo helpless yet so eager…say Lady Kendra is my mistress.”
His cock pulsated in her hand all his life he’d been searching for a woman that understood what made him tick.
“Lady Kendra is my Mistress.”
“Very good…lets continue you just may have the potential to become one of my bullstuds.”
“Mistress Kendra…that would be a dream come true…I mean to be in bed with someone so powerful so beautiful. It would be an honor to serve you.”
“So glad you said that…they were to be my next words….as before you will repeat them…..you are to remember them and take them to heart.”
Her hand pumped the cock to fullness.
“Mistress Kendra is my queen, she is the woman that I serve. I promise to honor and obey her and trust her in all matters. I’ll always tell her the truth and keep no secrets from my Mistress.”
Saying the words only made Barry harder. Kendra smiled as she used the tape measure.
“How about that 8.5 inches…now a woman doesn’t come across such delightful size every day. Hmmmm I can see we need to find a special cage to contain it. I’m going to have a look…don’t go anywhere pet.”
She let out a laugh leaving the room.
His muscles straining Barry watched her come back and take out a can of shaving crème.
“You do trust me like you just spoke of… don’t you?”
Barry shook his head ’yes’ while seeing her run the straight razor along his skin.
“Careful remain still…...one slip with this thing and a trip to the hospital is in order …I wonder what they’d say in the ER….when they saw your penis has been sliced off like a piece of pastrami.”
The dominatrix spent a good ten minutes clearing the amazon jungle of a look of hair until from upper thigh to the belly he was shaved near completely smooth. The woman carefully finished the last of it proud to have let her talent show itself.
The letter ‘K’ now sat trimmed on his mound. A large smile came on Barry’s face.
“Maam may I speak?”
“Yes I am a mistress not a tyrant.’
“That looks so fucking hot…I’ll do my best to keep it trimmed knowing it honors you.”
“Very well, it will do until I leave my mark on you with a tattoo…..you’ve earned yourself a treat…do you like blowjobs?”
The possibility of it ran through his mind…Mistress Kendra is going to give me head?
“Yes …yes I do…very much so.”
“Ok first your turn then we’ll do a switch.”
Her friend walked in at Katherine’s side was a mid-40 male in the ’ugly-duckling’ stage of being turned trans. Barry stared convinced he had seen the face before. A lightish brown hair had been given a bobb-cut that ended curled inward under the jawline. Effeminate in its look it surrounded a smooth complexion highlighted by light makeup that had the eyelids covered in 3 shading colors. Tapered from a high arch lowered to a sharp point the eyebrows clearly had been given a feminine look. As he stared Barry could see the markings of a permanent tattoo under the trimmed eye brow hair.
Realizing it too was a permanent tattoo Barry stared at the deep red of his lips yet missed seeing the shimmer that comes from using lip-gloss or lipstick. Tattooed on the thin black color ran along the top and bottom of the eyelids ending in a winged look briefly moving outward past the corners of the eyes. Whether he was or wasn’t going to be turned femme the male would now carry the feminine looking markings sometimes described as ‘body art’ by those tatted up.
For some in the lesbian community it was the latest rage. In pierced ears a small pair of earrings had the design of a pair of vagina lips and labia moving slightly as the male sub walked closer.
Something a school girl in Paris might wear the simple looking smock had him in knee-high white socks and flats with a peter-pan strap looking girlish crossing over.
“Mind your manners before we undress you Bridgett.”
Bridgett walked to Mistress Kendra bowing his head he lowered and knelt to the floor kissing her toes hidden behind high heels.
Hearing the limited words of the voice Barry still struggled trying to recognize him.
“On your knees….why that is a perfect place to begin Bridgett. Lift your arms we’ll remove this shift of a dress.”
“Our dear is in her training bra and panties. I’m afraid she has a way to go before graduating to the kind of lingerie a woman enjoys."
But for a tiny red bow at its center the ‘cross your heart’ support bra in white had a limited amount of feminine whimsy in its look.
“Now don’t be afraid it may seem menacing yet it’s just a penis.”
A gentle pat to the back of the head by Kendra and Bridgett shimmied on his knees to be in front of the large male tethered to the leather wall.
The former radio host of the ‘Big Bill’ show looked at her with parts of him almost embarrassed he now had a pair of a-cup breasts that were making their way to a b-cup.
Both Kendra and Katherine were dominant women who’d seen it before. So often as a male is being turned trans he goes through a period where he feels pretty yet physically may not present as such. It’s during those moments the male ego rears up and tries to reclaim the illusion of power that it feels is slipping away.
For most t-girls the light of the feminine shines through carrying the day and them to the shores of New Lady Land.
Dominatrix Kendra as well as Lady Katherine knew it was an easy fix. Mistress Katherine bent down into a squat unhooking the bra she lifted up and folded it neatly by the cups as her male protégé looked on. That small act too was something she was teaching Bridgett…doing laundry and ironing she’d watch him put it away with her saying…’a woman always takes care of her intimate wear’.
Kendra believed males are visual creatures summed up by the author Sara Pascoe’s caveat ‘you are what you watch’.
The time of being Bill gave way to being a t-gurl in transition instead of lolling like he did in the old days through an hour spent edging while masturbating the male discovered Katherine would make it time sensitive when he was allowed to play with himself in front of her.
Sitting on the floor at her feet while Katherine sat on the couch Bill furiously would try to get hard knowing the limitation. Watching the 3 minute timer tick away put too much pressure on him. By the time the woman was into the count-down a level of angst over took him hearing it move 10, 9, 8 7… etc.
After the 4th month of doing it the pressure of performing leaving him frustrated by not coming Katherine made the move
Thinking it to be the perfect time to pivot Mistress Katherine let him know he would be milked.
“What’s a milking Maam?”
“Come now on all four’s Bridgett. It quite likely you will grow to prefer this method of sexual gratification for your monthly release.”
Feeling docile, submissive and even objectified as his smooth hairless body took on a more feminine appearance Bridgett cooed out on the sensation as she lubed his rosebud entrance.
In front of him a large laptop provided the images. One after the next large stiff cocks appeared on the screen.
Lady Katherine loved this part of the training the chance to change a males sexual orientation and arousal had it appeal to the woman.
“My oh my..that’s a gorgeous looking cock …what is it Bridgett 7” ….your penis looks to be 2 maybe even 3 “ smaller…yes that’s what I call a real male cock.”
Her hand gently ran along his stiff shaft glad to see its precum dripping as he looked at the cocks.
Her hand lifted to slide the ‘Aneros’ milking tool in slick with lube she rotated it inside searching for his p-spot.
Picture after picture of hard cocks appeared scrolling on the screen.
“Baby you’re getting harder looking at male cocks…spread your legs wider sweetie…that’s how women like us do it when we diddle our clitties…”
Her skill at finding the male g-spot soon had her locating it.
“Can you imagine how nice it feels having one inside you?.. you know cocks don’t vibrate…they pulsate….they slide in and out and you can feel it against the walls of your pussy.”
The images captured his attention the idea that he could enjoy looking at hard cocks began expanding in his mind.
“That one is thin yet still very long…..that will slide in and out really quick…some women like it that way….don’t we.”
It was subtle yet effective Katherine was including him in the feminine category. HRT pumping through his veins he nodded his head before speaking. Perhaps her hand lightly touching his expanding areolas and nipples helped yet he didn’t hesitate to agree with her.
“Yes we do.”
“Oh baby yes its gets so sensitive…new nerve ending become awakened…soon a girl has to feel it…darling I’ve decided its time we grow your hair back on your mound…maybe we’ll give you a pretty little line…that’s how women like having it. Thin and short well-manicured.”
The longer he saw the hard dicks the more he liked seeing them.
“Would you like to feel something thicker Bridgett honey?”
Too aroused to speak he nodded his head ‘yes’.
“There now we’ll slide this ‘cock’ in …though it doesn’t self lubricate you’ll find your anal canal is much like the walls of a vagina…just want you to know once those new nerve endings have been awakened they’ll demand you’ll address the same way in the future if you want to get wet….you know….climax like other women do.”
He liked being grouped with her using the phrase ‘climax like the other women do’.
Katherine steadied the pace pulling the phallus half way out she would slide it back in and slip it out the same way. The feeling started somewhere other than his penis. He couldn’t quite figure out where yet he felt the climax building.
“Bridgett dear…you’re going to love how nice it feels to have your growing breasts swaying back and forth while having a cock bring you to orgasm.’
His eyes stayed on the image of the hard cock as his cum dripped out in an ooze onto the plate underneath him.
Barry looked at the kneeling Bridgett smooth and soft a pair of budding breasts to go with his pretty looking hairdo and face suddenly it hit him. The body was so much thinner than he remembered yet he now knew it was the former radio talk show host known as ‘Big Bill’.
If anything he immediately had a higher respect for both Mistress Kendra and Lady Katherine.
Kendra slid off Bridgett’s panties as the t-girl knelt. Barry saw the little penis locked away in the chastity cage. Having been blessed with a long dick he had gotten used to others staring including males in the locker rooms.
A shake of his bobb-cut and Bridgett lifted up sliding his mouth on the head of the cock. It confirmed his new conditioning as he let his lips slip along some of the lengthy shaft. The noise of the slurping filled the room Bridgett felt like a young coed who’d always talked among her girl-friends about sucking a cock yet never really had done it.
“Why the pretty thing is enjoying herself.”
He could feel himself letting go the sensation of a hard cock in his mouth registered in his mind…’I need to feel this more….I wonder what it’s like to have it inside me…fucking me…making me climax…making me feel like a woman’.
Gently his fingers touched it while holding it still as he sucked.
Barry's labored voice was loud.
"Mistress...soon very soon...oh fuck she is good...can I Maam....ewwww yessss....I need to come Mistress Kendra....please give me permission...holy fuck....oh yea..."
"Go ahead pet....you have my ok."
The first blast landed on Bridgett's chin. Startled by it the t-girl pulled off and looked at the head. A 2nd burst of cream shot out nearly blinding one eye. Feeling like a real t-girl Bridgett slid his mouth on to the head to capture the rest.